Universal Convergence, Season II

The effects of the past twenty four hours would ripple across the universe in ways that those on Earth couldn't even possibly imagine. As the Lookout continued to smolder from a mysterious attack, there were massive powers en route to Earth. Of those powers, one had already arrived, Slug.

Slug was the begrudged brother of Saichoro, the current Guru of Namek. It had only been a matter of months since Slug's father, the father of all living Namekians and original Guru, had taken a large portion of the race with him to fight off Frieza's forces on a distant planet. As was common knowledge, the Namekians met an exceedingly strong Saiyin force but were persevering until Frieza himself arrived. At that point, the original Guru lost all of his sons and grandsons in a manner of minutes to the blood lust of the Icer. Enraged, the Super Namekian fought Frieza and defeated him in battle only to be impaled from behind by Frieza's father, King Cold. It took everything the Guru had to get back to his space ship, but he managed nonetheless and was quickly transported back to the planet Namek.

Despite their vast magical knowledge, the remaining Namekians could not heal their Guru because, it seemed, he did not want to be healed. Reportedly, he was so crushed by the loss of so many of his sons that his heart would not bare a sufficient recovery from his wounds. On the night that he passed away, Slug and Kargo were still en route to his location. When they arrived, they were informed by their only two remaining brothers that the Guru had passed away and appointed Saichoro as the new Guru. This shocked the population, as it was long held that Kargo, not Saichoro would succeed his father. However, the after effects of the recent battle had left just four direct decedents of the original Guru (Karo, Slug, Muri, and Saichoro). Each of these Namekian elders had a slew of their own sons and grand sons, and these four bloodlines are all that remained of the Namekian race. As such, many of those who would have defended Kargo's right to the position of Guru and spoke out against the legitimacy of Saichoro's claim were now dead. The result was a politically torn and tumultuous planet. The once unified race that had been the defenders of the weak, now only resorted to squabbling amongst themselves. What was worse was that the squabbling had recently elevated to all out extermination, however covert, of opposing bloodlines. Muri and his sons supported the new "Guru" and his kin. Slug's bloodline did the same for Kargo.

It was very peculiar, therefore, that Slug would position himself on any planet other than Namek, especially with the balance of power on Namek dangling in the balance. Currently, Slug was traipsing through the forests of Earth, his power level masked, as he looked for "someone." He seemed neither shocked nor appalled to see the Lookout in flames up above, nor did he seem concerned about the power signatures that current scattered the planet's surface. For now, he was a bulky apparition of the woods. No one knew of his presence here yet except the very person he now sought out.

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Universally speaking, Earth was on the minds and tongues of many people outside of the milky way galaxy. One such mind was that of the notorious Frieza. Through Colonel Celipa, frieza has issued orders to follow up on, now General, Pinto's efforts to discover the truth about the myth of Dragonballs on Earth. Originally, two misfit Saiyins had been contacted to execute this mission in tandem with a Sargent Bardock. Before the young Saiyins could meet up with the Sargent, Celipa had received orders to execute the mission with Bardock herself, without the other two. In light of those orders, Colonel Celipa and Sargent Bardock were now in route to Earth. They have been charged with observing Pinto's efforts but doing so discretely, letting neither the General nor any one else know of their presence. It is unclear why Frieza would not trust his leading General to execute his task, and it is even more unclear why it was that Frieza had put so much stock in a rumor that was passed down from an escaped prisoner decades ago. One thing that was certain, was that Celipa and Bardock were not going onto earth expecting the half dozen Saiyins that had accompanied Pinto to have been disposed of by the rag tag group of warriors that composed Earth's current citizenship.

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As Keiri, Jade and Dread took in the dismal scene of the destroyed Lookout, a sadistic chuckle floated on the air, almost as if to accompany the smoke that was wafting upwards from the flames. "He he he he he heh!" As they turned to look for the source, nothing would meet their stares save for the continually billowing smoke of the destruction upon which they stood. Again, the twisted laughter met their ears, "Mhe hehehehehe!" and, again, nothing could be scene of the source.

It wasn't until the towering form of Kami worked its way through the smoke that the trio could see who it was that could find humor in such a terrifying situation. But there was something quite off about Kami's once stern and determined expression. His face was now vacant, his eyes devoid of emotion and understanding. He stumbled around as if he was dizzy, and his arms bobbed freely from his shoulders independent of his movements. He didn't even seem to notice the presence of Jade or Dread, but instead went straight to Keiri. "Gone! It's all gone! Heh hehehehe! We're too late. He was too late. Damn fool. He hehehe! I told him it was no use." Kami's vacant stare passed over Keiri once more and he seemed to jerk his head, as if to focus on the vat of nothingness in the air behind him. "What?! Of course I did! I did everything I could!... No, no.. No! I did as he said, but something... something went wrong. Something was not as he foresaw..." He turned back to look at Keiri that brief moment of seriousness washed from his face once more, and the vacancy returned, "Am I to go with you then? Hehehehe! I've not met King Yemma before. Perchance the Guardian will be there waiting on us! Heheheheheh!"

As the sun began to peak over the horizon, Kami extended his hand for Keiri, almost as if he expected her to take it and for something miraculous to happen. The light from the rising sun cast an eerie light upon his contorted countenance, punctuating his current insanity and highlighting the stomach turning destruction of the Lookout.

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Quart's piercing eyes studied Jordan as she spoke to him. She, like most who had come before her, spoke down to Quart as if he were a total imbecile. One might think he'd be used to it at this point in his life, but something stung inside of him as her words cut into him. The android then did something very peculiar, she telekinetically lifted the body of the first Saiyin, the one Mase had beaten and Quart had decapitated for dramatic effect, and began shaking him. Without replying Quart cocked his head to the side, stretching his neck a bit as he did so. His eye sight could not help but become entranced by the globe that so beautifully reflected the light of the rising sun. He was more curious than anything, as he felt no immediate danger coming his way. And before long, the small red ball that the Saiyin had been showcasing earlier came rolling out from beneath the corpse's garbs.

Both Quart and Mase eyed the orb, but only Mase had the presence of mind to ask about it. While Quart was curious, to a degree, he didn't think that the ball was particularly important to the task at hand. Though, what Jordan chose to reveal about the ball could alter his opinion on the matter, he wasn't expecting much from such a small orb. He assumed that it likely had some magical healing properties, or it was perhaps some sort of local treasure. In either case, its rewards were likely to be eclipsed by those offered to him by the Guardian for hunting down and killing these Saiyins.

The young Namekian could not help but notice, however, that Jordan and Zaneth, another Namekian, were covered in blood but possessed no cuts or bruises. In Zaneth's case, his clothes had some red blood on them, uncharacteristic for a Namekian whose blood was purple. In Jordan's case, Quart could only assume that her race, whatever it was, was able to regenerate as well. It stood to reason, then, that the two had encountered someone and, from the looks of it, fought them to the death, or close to it. Quart was guessing the former judging by the feeble state of Zaneth. Fighters only usually appeared that weary when nearly escaping a fight in which their opponent was trying to kill them. And, since Jordan and Zaneth were standing before him, it seemed safe to say that they had emerged victorious from their encounter.

Quart suddenly felt a bit more lively. Perhaps because daylight had returned and, consequently, he felt more at home. He arched an eyebrow and walked over to Zaneth, "Encounter a Saiyin did you? Seems as though you had a bit more trouble than we did." The statement was meant to obtain information, but there was also that faintest intent to belittle the other Namekian as well. Quart, like many who were insecure, often sought to distinguish himself from those similar to him by pointing out the ways in which he was better. It wasn't intended so much to make others feel bad as it was to remind himself of who and what he was, exactly. In terms of offending others, he could care less. But remembering who he was and what he was capable of was essential to his self-awareness. For an egocentric personality, self-awareness is key to success.

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*Carry your stats over from the end of Season I. If you've just exited the HBTC, your stats are renewed thanks to a special side effect of the HBTC. If you've been fighting in the real world, make sure to calculate your stats accurately!

SUMMARY:

Slug is on earth, but no one knows he's here. He's looking for 'someone.'

Sayin Colonel Celipa and Sergent Bardock are en route to earth, via orders from Frieza, to observe Pinto's efforts.

Kami has appeared on the lookout with Jade, Keiri, and Dread and he seems to have lost his mind. He has only noticed keiri and seems to be talking to/ at her and reaching for/ at her.

Quart has basically ignored Jordan and the dragonball and, instead, questions Zaneth about his recent fight, assuming that it was a Saiyin that had caused all the blood shed.

Stats
PL: 7,868
HL: 23,056
Melee: 59%.
Ki: 1%.
Spd: 1%.
Int: 44%.
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As the Anthro looked on, she tried to take on what had transpired. She was called by a weird female about a job at first. Usually this was good since it meant the first step to getting her business underway and would mean she would be closer to avenging her parents but, Fate would have it that Brook would stumble upon something bigger than she bargained for. Trailing a man that could fly, Brook found out he was chased and her job had to do with protecting the man which she didn’t do at all. She then found the forest where she continued her pursuit to find that the man was on foot and desperately running for his life. As hard as the female tried to catch the battered man, she could not reach him before he collapsed to the ground. Out of his hand came a orange orb that shined like a pearl but, what would happen next would be at the peak of peculiar.

A black-clad women with pink haired appeared and taken the orange orb in her hand. Due to her intentions of the job, she was upset that this women had been trialing the man and injured him to no end. She also injured the man to no reason through her eyes and mind so Brook wanted answers and her emotions let her appearance very obvious so the witch noticed her eyes through the forest and barked who was there. Brook spoke out, never being the type of girl to be scared by most things yelling what the man did to her. The lady with pink hair seemed to ignore most of the words from Brook except the fact that she was a mercernary. The lady twirled the ball in her hand right before it disappeared infront of Brook’s eyes, like it was madic or something. Then the lady told her “Job? Ewwwww! A merc! I do ever so love mercenaries. Tell me my dear, are you interested in some more stable employment? If so, I have an offer for you!” Brook eyes bulge dout in confusion as it seemed she had been ignored. She had regained exposure as an offer from the women was offered unto her. If you want a life of adventure girlie, follow Ol' Babba! Otherwise, it'd be best to forget what you saw here today.”

Now met with a decision, Brook definitely had to choose as the pink haired women slowly went away. Time seemed to slow down as the women departed. Brook took in her thoughts and consulted her heart. Although she thought the women had something to do with the man’s injuries she didn’t seem to be the violent-for no reason-type. So, the Young Anthro made the epic decision intrigued by “the adventerous life” part and took a step forward with her right, slowly turning into a jog keeping an eye on the witch and time seemed to return to it’s original speed. The pink women seemed to be going faster and covering a widespread area quickly. Brook had to up her own speed to keep a quick glimmer of the pink-haired vixen. She went through bushes, branches, around tree’s, over small puddles and all alike. Passing groups of several woodland animals hiding the witch who called herself ‘Babba’ took a direction different from the original as she continued. Brook continued to follow as the witch seemed to go higher and higher into the air. Brook came out of the forest after ten minutes of following as she looked up at the witch. She was getting further and furtehr apart from ‘Babba’.

With a quick sound of sucking on her teeth, Brook let one of her many abilities visible. She took one powerful step with her left and took a leap. This leap though, wa sno ordinary one. In a matter of seconds, wind fluttered furiously through the air, as a powerful entity crashed breaking the space of the sky mixed with wind. Clothes fluttering from her body, Brook was right next to the witch as she slowly fell back down to the ground and coming back up shortly after for a few timess before it became evident that she was keeping up with Babba by jumping at unprecedented lengths from nothing but raw natural power. Now she continued the pace of the witch as she waited for her lead her to where this “adventeruous life would lead”.

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Summary

Brook followed Babba on curiousness alone.

So cold. So inhuman. She had no idea. She couldn’t have any idea. He had to fight evil wherever it stood, lest it overtake him and he become they very thing he fought against. As her quips attempted to belittle him, he simply stood there and took them in. She wouldn’t be able to understand if he explained himself. Her personality was far too machine like. She couldn’t even grasp the fact that the true reason he had put his body into the line of fire was that he had faith in her.

He took the radar as it was tossed to him and tucked it gingerly into the side of his pants, taking care to make sure it was hidden from sight. As Jordan stalked off his vision trailed after her. He shook his head and sighed. Their companionship was strained to the point where a single blow could shatter it into a million irreparable pieces. He needed to finish their mission before that happened.

“Foolish I may be, but I live for my beliefs,” he whispered. “You do not understand that about me, and I do not understand how one can be so cold and logical..”

He waved the Nimbus off as he hopped down to the ground. The final leg he would be making on foot. He bid that it stay close by though, should he need a fast escape after they found the Dragonball. It would be returned to the Guardian one way or another. He quickly caught up to Jordan afterwards. Not a word was passed between the two. They had said all that was needed.

It wasn’t long before they came upon the Saiyans, but their work was already done for them. Quart and Mase stood over the lifeless bodies of the Saiyans. Why were they here though? The last Zaneth had seen of them, they were taking off after the runaway Saiyan in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber. If they were here now then either they had finished their duties in it, or they had died. Zaneth needed to know which but did not have the time to prod for an answer.

He made no movement as Jade lifted the body and began to shake it, and kept his eyes on the Namek and the Demon as the Dragonball fell to the ground. The two of them were eying it. Zaneth made sure to keep his cool. He had no idea what the ball did and he could only pray that they were as clueless as he. His hope was still that Jordan was on his side. If she was to turn on him, it would be quite difficult to extract the ball with so many people around.

Quart’s attention left the ball and centered on Zaneth. As he approached, Zaneth crossed his arms and stood up straight. He remembered his first meeting with him. He remembered the black aura. He remembered the cocky smile. It was the same attitude he felt now. Having never seen his fellow Namekian fight, he could only guess as to his strength. His guess was the same as it was for most people he had encountered today – he was the weaker one.

“I’m surprised you stayed here long enough to fight these Saiyans. I would think you’d turn tail and run at the first sign of any like your ‘master’.”

His comment was bitter; it was impossible to hide his contempt. Garlic had left him for dead upon the arrival of General Pinto. He could only hope that Quart’s presence here did not signify that Garlic was close. The Dragonball would be as good as gone.

“But to answer your question, yes, we did encounter a Saiyan. It seems they’ve returned with impeccable timing.”
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PL: 20,877
HL: 62,631

Melee: 40%
Ki: 20%
Spd: 25%
Int: 20%

Ki bar - 100
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Summary – Zaneth’s argument with Jordan finishes as neither can understand the other’s line of thinking. They continue on where they encounter Quart and Mase. The Dragonball is found. Quart questions Zaneth, Zaneth answers.

What hurt the most about having a demon inside your psyche was that there was little privacy. That and the fact that no real peace and quiet. Everything that you did wrong was persecuted to the point that anything that you did besides his bidding was not worth doing at all. Currently, Corey was on his way towards the outskirts of town with the voice of Kyero going ablaze in his head. It was one pestering insult after another that seemed to continue to fester and fester until the child was on the edge of insanity. It had been enough to know that he would be forced to take training with him as his temporary master. Corey didn’t mind having Kyero only because of that experience he could implement on his training regimens. The boy didn’t care that he had to wake up early in the morning before the sun had even risen just so he could indulge the demon in a session of shadow boxing.

When it came to leg strength, Corey knew that he was not the strongest being but he had considerable force behind his attacks. It also wasn’t much help that within his human build, he had more speed than he would strength and the only way to fix it was to train. Once he had found a pillar of brick that was extremely thick, he made his way towards it. Using his energy, he jumped up and he struck the top of it with two fingers. The blow created a small indentation in the concrete. That would be the top. Corey came back to the surface and struck the pillar again. That would be the middle. Moving into a crouch, Corey made a final strike to the bottom of the pillar a few inches from the base. And that will be the bottom. After a few minutes of sharp side kicks, Corey started to move away from it.

His body twisted and turned as he maneuvered from one part of the building to the next. He focused on using his speed and balance as apart of this exercise. As he moved faster and faster, he started to appear in random positions over the roof top. First, as he exited one of his high-speed phases, he appeared in a handstand with his right arm elevating him off the roof. His body rocked slightly as he balanced himself on the edge of the brick lining. He could see the traffic of the city below but he would not allow that to be a distraction. Grunting, he focused more energy into another Zanzoken technique that ended with his body balancing on a small vertical pipe with a single foot. As well as Corey was when it came to random training, he was unable to retain such a position for more than a few seconds. Moments after he had disappeared in another Zanzoken technique, the human was off to another portion of the rooftop. He continued to move around like this until finally deciding to rest.

He stopped for a moment and started over to a small duffel bag at the edge. When he reached it, he started to rummage through to find himself something to eat. It had been a long morning and he had not eaten anything before his daily training session. Personally, Corey was not hungry, but it was not healthy to go on without eating after any exercise regimen. If he did that, his body would start to eat away at itself and make him sick to his stomach. If that was the case, he also had a condition known as hypercholesterolemia. Theoretically, the combination of the body trying to eat away at fat and other sugars in his body, the cholesterol would be the first to go. But that wasn’t always the case. He needed to try and save some energy and fat so that he could work on a maneuver that he had theorized in his sleep.

The concept of the move was to gather his psychic energy as well as other within his body and use it to enhance the powers he already had. If that wasn’t the case, he could use his psychic energy into fooling his body to release the spiritual ports that limited the human body. If he could manage this, he would be able to increase his strength almost exponentially. But then again, this was theory and Corey would not risk doing anything stupid without proper training. He thought to himself that if he ever did get a chance to do that, he would have to wait until after Kyero had left his body. If the demon figured out that technique and the multiple of other ideas and foci of the boy’s energies, he would be able to use them against him. Once he had finished his small meal, Corey started back with his training.

He continued the whole time of his training, practicing ways to enhance his speed. He trained as if it was for survival because in essence it was. Corey was living day-by-day as if it was his last. Not only was it because of the possession of Kyero and the possibility of him trying to take over his body for the rest of his existence. He tried to remember that there was always more to live and that there was always some to live for. But it was hard to remain optimistic about life when he had lost some much, especially when it came to love. The love of his girlfriend, who had moved away from him, and the support of his family that primarily disowned him because they considered him an obstruction in their “perfect wheel of life”, was just examples of the major sources of affection he had been removed from. It was a hard belief that they would consider themselves perfect without him. He had given them his all though at times he was a knucklehead of sorts.

Grinning to himself, Corey continued to move in and out of his stances. He formulated his maneuvers around the one essence of combat that had made him so strong over the years: finesse. Because of his ability to move as if without effort, he had been able to become one with the concept of Jeet-Kune-Do rather easily. Every time he redistributed his weight or rearranged his body into a certain position, it was to serve a function. A function so simple or complex but executed as if it was barely effecting his stamina at all. Then again it was time for another burst of all-out speed. The sly smile faded as did his image as he moved quickly, pushing the concept of movement in reality. His movements would be precise enough so that he would remain on the rooftop but at extreme enough speeds so that when he stopped, he would skid to a halt. This would only be a slight problem when he was trying to relocate his body around the edges of the rooftop.

As he came around one turn, his body phased back into focus and shuffled into a single-handed arm stand. With the weight of his whole body resting on a single arm combined with the friction of his hand stopping on brick caused it to bleed. The blood soaked through the white wrap and onto the concrete converting it to a crimson red similar to that of the brick that he was supporting himself on. He grimaced as he realized the sudden pain that was making its way up his arm. His arm started to buckle as reality started to set in on his body. Realizing this, Corey bent his elbow down and pushed suddenly backwards. He flew into the air in a series of few flips and small aerial maneuvers before he looked up at sky.

The depth of blue soothed him but at the same time sent off a series of whirls and strange noises from his scouter. The human boy narrowed his eyes as he threw the device to his side. “Stupid scouter…..Vegamus always gave me the crappy stuff.” Turning back to his training, Corey continued to move across the roof top. He had engaged himself in the training regimen of Jeet-Kune-Do which was the fighting style that he was adept with. Over time, he had learned the movements himself, but thanks to the demon, he had a better understanding of the concept behind it. His bare feet shifted around the roof as he aimed a back fist at one of the pillars of brick and concrete. Though he did have control over the strength that he was using, he managed to break off a small portion of rock.

Corey watched it fall to the ground but couldn’t help to laugh. He had ripped off a portion of his skin as well as the white wrap that had been formed over it as a layer of protection. He watched the blood trickled from the wound and stain the white wrap. He could almost hear Kyero’s voice in the realm of reality which caused him to shift his stance. Of course the demon was still trapped in his mind, but Corey couldn’t help to think that he had the ability to reach out and pierce the realm of the real with his existence if not just temporarily. Closing his eyes, Corey thought of the demon and where he was residing within his mind. As his mental probe moved through the depths of his mind, Corey couldn’t help but to wonder if the demon had found a way around his mental blocks.

Cursing to himself, he realized it to be a false statement and started to return to his training. His eyelids rose slowly before returning to their full and upright position. Once they were open, Corey realized that Kyero had changed his physical appearance. His wrap was gone and had been replaced with light blue karate gloves. His fighting attire was replaced with a black karate outfit that was accented with a light blue sash. Covering his forehead was a headband of equal color that wrapped around his head and trailed into two separate lines of color that ended at the waist. Even his combat boot had evaporated into a series of white wrap that spun around his shin down to the middle of his foot. Corey was completely stupefied by the sudden transformation, but when Kyero spoke, it started to make sense. “Corey, this new attire is what you will wear until your training with me is done.”

“Why?” Corey questioned. It didn’t really care about the change, but when he reached around his back and realized the symbol there was the same as the Ash Gedo mark, he realized that it would persuaded all demons that he was protected by a demon general. But that hadn’t been his only reason, the demon clarified as he spoke.

“This is what I wore when I trained with Dies Irae. When he sees this, he will understand that I wish to have you train with him.”

Corey nodded in approval. He knew that eventually he would have to indulge the demons by training with them. Though it was probably the fact that after all this time, Kyero had no other real techniques to show him at such a low power. The demon was probably use to his higher energy level and had developed moves for that type of power. The human continued to practice his formations until curiosity got the best of him. He had been thinking about the energies that he had felt. It was probably just an airplane in the sky that was just passing by. But when he walked over to his scouter, he realized that it was still signaling a burst of power in that area still. There was no type of transportation system that would remain in the air that long and still generate such a power.

Pulling the scouter onto his face, Corey tapped it so that the satellites of Zaftran Corporation could zero in on the signal and give him a visual image. That was the only advantage of the scouter was that he could focus in on a target close by and see what it really was. As the image finally loaded on his scouter, Corey realized that actually a building in the sky. Oddly enough, the building was smoking. Could it be that the strange tower was on fire? This was when his curiosity started to grow. Would he go after the building and see what it was about or would he continue his training? Kyero had given him the attire and probably wanted him to find Dies Irae. “Should I go check it out, Kyero?” Corey asked.

The demon hesitated before trying to respond. “No, I sent a telepathic message to Dies Irae. He should be on his way.”

“Why do you seem to want me to train under him? He doesn’t have the power that I do.” Corey returned to demon in a quick telepathic response.

Kyero let it appear as if Corey’s words had stung before sending back a quick, yet strong reply, “You will train under him because he has something you don’t. It’s called experience. We are a hundred times older than you so you should listen to us and learn the dark arts of combat.”

Corey snorted as he tapped his scouter and the images on it disappeared. Kyero was always considering what Dies wanted. Did he even realize that he was twice if not three times as strong as he was? Corey knew that the reason was probably because Kyero was use to being a general in his army. He didn’t have a real mind of his own anymore. He was nothing more than a pawn to the demon. If this would be the case, Corey would have to work on separating himself from Kyero faster than before. If he ended up dying because of Kyero trying to take over his body and use it for Dies Irae’s will, he would be reduced to an eternity in the afterlife. Shifting his stance, Corey looked into the rising sun. He would have to wait for the other demon to get there. When he did, they would probably head off to the building in the heavens together.

Summary:
Corey is training above his home when he scrapes his hand on a brick pillar. He is regenerated by the inner demon Kyero as well as reacquires new attire. He is then told to wait for Dies Irae. He wants to refuse, but then eventually waits.

PL: 103,356
HL: 310,068/310,068
Ki Bar: 94/100 (-1 for clothing, -5 for Ki masking)
Melee: 20%. (20671.2)
Ki: 30%. (31006.8 )
Speed: 25% (25839)
Intelligence: 30% (31006.8 )

The rising smoke from the ruins of the Lookout mingling with the gray of first light brought an image to my mind that I had never considered before. As I looked around and saw the destroyed remains of what was a great wonder shortly before, I had to think about my home. At some time, my village must have looked like this: shattered and razed without a single dwelling intact to offer consolation. I prayed not only for those who died today... but for those that were lost long ago... without a single soul to mourn for them. And I prayed that death came to those that caused such suffering.

It was a difficult thought to bear, but Keiri could not let it stop her. The loss of her old life and old world was still weighing on her, calling her to curl away or flee to the Afterlife. After all, what good was it to live in this world when everything familiar and important, had been long removed from the world. What good was she doing in a world where destruction reigned, and it was only a short matter of time before everything she knew would be lost again. It was painful to consider the wheel she rode within would continue to disappoint and upset her, until she stood before King Yemma to be judged.

Falling into her grief of a world long past would do no good now. Right now, the most important thing she could do was locate the Guardian. It gave Keiri great concern for the well-being of Earth that somehow, something had managed to defeat the Guardian and destroy his home. She still believed he was somewhere near, and would be the singular person who could change the tides of whatever catastrophe currently threatened the earth.

Beside her were Jade and Johnny, both seemingly confined to the shock of the devastation. Somehow, Keiri's thoughts of finding the guardian seemed less important than the condition of her friends in this nightmare. "Jade... I am.. so sorry. It is painful to see this, but you must not let it grip you. We will make it through. I promise you this." Keiri did not truly recall the first time she had seen a razed city, but she remembered the first time she saw a man die. Her brother had killed him, right before her eyes. During that whole time Keiri had stood, frightened and silent. Since then, it was much easier to see someone die, even though she had never been able to bring herself to do it. Some people could kill easily; Keiri was not that kind of person. And she did not believe Jade to be the type either. It broke Keiri's heart to see the pained look on Jade's face, and her inability to move or speak, or even think due to the terrible sight all around. Keiri wondered if she was becoming heartless. Were her lost memories the only thing keeping her a good person? Had she become some sort of monster before suffering this ailment? She prayed the answer was not yes.

When she looked at Johnny he seemed to have a kind of look in his eye that told her his mind was still moving faster and harder than a million warhorses on the charge. It made Keiri want to cry that this child was forced to see such a site at such an age. Children deserved to be out playing and making friends in their youth; it was not right for a child to suffer the labors of adulthood so early. The tears were there, but she could not let them be shed; she had to be strong. Her companions might be compromised should she lose her composure. It was not that she didn't trust Jade or Johnny to take care of themselves, more that Keiri knew that all three of them combined were no match for whatever could have caused this sort of destruction, so if they were going to live, they needed to lean upon each other for support. And more importantly, she did not want to weaken the hops of Jade by breaking down as well. "Johnny... I wish you had the opportunity to live without seeing such terrible sights... And-"

Just as she began to speak to Johnny, she thought she heard a cycling call. She motioned for silence with her fingers and listened carefully to the wind. At first she could hear nothing but the crackling of fire and the soft breath of the wind, but then it came again. A strange noise... repeating itself. It would be strange for a bug or a bird to be calling out amidst the destruction, unless it were a crow or fly, but they made different sounds, so Keiri listened more intently to determine the source. It started to grow in volume until she realized that the sound was actually a voice... and it was... laughing.

Who could laugh at a time like this? What sadistic creature could cause such destruction and revel in the aftermath? Her thoughts immediately determined it to be a demon, and her hand instinctively went for her sword. The image that flashed before her eyes as she touched the handle of her blade almost made her gag. The blood, the caustic sludge that poured from the demon's head was almost tangible for a moment, but then it was gone. She realized she had taken her hand off of the pommel in the moment. Whatever had caused her to become so unstable at this moment was definitely a hindrance. It would not be helpful to the situation to be limited due to her state of mind. Though for the moment, Keiri rationalized it was not too bad. Surely if the demon wanted her dead, she would be.

But when the demon made himself known, Keiri was uncertain what to make of it. He was one of the few that had responded to the Guardian's call to undertake his challenge. She did not know his name, and did not even know what manner of being he was, but she thought he was to be an ally. Somehow, the strange look in his eyes centered on her, and his words had her holding her breath trying to discover the meaning. "What does he mean? Is he speaking to someone?" she thought, trying to understand the situation. She did what came naturally and tried to take control of the situation, and maybe attempt to bring Kami out of his madness.

The Namek was much taller than her, and probably near three times her total size. It was intimidating to say the least to see his hand reach out for her. Keiri took a moment to say, "We will not be meeting with King Yemma today. For now we must persevere, and help guide our destinies to the salvation of Earth." Her voice was soft and tender as she tried to reach him and restore his peace of mind. "I need you to tell me what you know of the foreseen events. Tell me of what was divined and what changed when it actually came to pass." Keiri places her small hand in his and looks into the eyes praying that some sanity might return to them, and that she had not just literally placed herself in the hand of a madman.


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PL: 112,897
HL: 338,691

Melee: 28,224.25
Ki: 28,224.25
Speed: 28,224.25
Int: 33,869.1

Summary: Keiri tried to comfort Jade and Johnny but heard the voice of Kami as he approached. She tried to guide his insane ravings into revealing some useful information, and potentially guide him back to his senses. She placed her hand in his trusting that he would not try to harm her and that the touch might calm him some.

Dies Irae leaned against a wall watching his high priestess practice flying. He winched as she crashed into a wall. He shock his head and called halt to the training sure flying looked impressive right up until you slammed into a wall. He sighed she had a lot to learn then again she did seem to be doing fairly well. He did however have better things to do then play the fool. He glared down at the coloring book one of the other girls had given him. He understood that he looked like a child but his mind was that of a demon with eons of experience. He sighed things rarely went his way around here sure they served him loyally but still. He set the crayons aside and the book and rose to his feet. Energy burst off his body as he hoped down from his perch. Perhaps he had done to well gaining the loyalty of these humans. After all no one was more zealous then the convert he waved them off and walked over to his priestess. He simple patted her shoulder in mute support. He did not in reality need to train these girls since he could defend himself far better. However; on that same note this was so they could defend themselves should he be absent. He stretched and waved them forward as he moved into the center of the padded floor. It would be difficult to go easy on so many at once.

At first he wondered if they were planning something. Then he saw that they had nothing planed they just did not wish to rush him. In fact unless he missed his guess they did not wish to spar with him at all today. He figured they were possibly sore from other training sessions. It had started simply enough the high priestess had asked him to train her to defend herself and to fly then other girls had joined in. With a hand motion he had them begin to practice with each other. His first rule for training unless the sparring partner was provided by him there was to be no killing. He shook his head perhaps he would take over a dojo for them so people would stop bothering them during their training sessions. He could never figure out why random people usually non believers would be so interested in the lessons. He glanced at a small cluster of people watching the antics of his girls. He walked over to the group and they watched him. He was thinking of asking them to leave but his priestess got there first and began to speak. He just hope on a crate and watched her. She seemed to be taking her role as priestess seriously today. He stifled a yawn because the girls were training hard enough today as it was no need for senseless injures.

He felt the call from Kyero and idly wondered what it was. He had been so caught up in watching the girls that he had missed it. No matter he could just fly over there and find out what he wanted. He mentally warned his priestess about his plans and lifted into the air. It was just as well he was bored out of his mind here. Still he did not really like being called during the training hours for his girls so he would have to let Kyero know those times so he could no bother him during that time block. Once out of sight of the girls he let out a mighty yawn. He shot forward seeking the energy of Corey. Once he found him he slowed so he could get an idea of what Kyero might want from him. He noted the gear Corey was wearing and floated down to the roof. As he floated down he could not help but notice vast energy coming from the west. “I see Kyero wishes for me to train you. Perhaps that can wait until later however. Have you noticed the energy levels coming from the west? Do you have any thoughts as to what it might be Corey?” Dies Irae actually was very interested but opted to seem disinterested at the moment to see what his “student” had to say. He felt it more important to get Corey’s thoughts and see how they could be used as a strategy.


Pl: 56,498
Hl: 154,086

Ki Bar: 99/100 -1 for flight

Melee: 20% (11,299)
Ki: 20% (11,299)
Speed: 25% (14,124)
Int: 40% (22,599)

"I do not know." It was all Jordan said to respond to the mans question. He'd asked, what was the significance of this ball. She couldn't tell him because the Guardian thought it prudent not to entrust her with the information, though he would risk her life to get it. There was no use in thinking about that now that it was right in front of her. She didn't immediately take it now that there were more familiar faces in this room. Both of these men were from the Lookout. Had the Guardian grown tired of waiting on Zaneth and herself and sent them instead?

Her pale silver eyes passed between the three men in a lazy manner that starkly contrasted her rigid, almost anxious posture. It is impossible to stress just how much Jordan abhorred crowds. Two wasn't company. Three was way too much. Four bordered on the unacceptable. She may as well have been in a stadium, or, when Jordan considered this crowd further, a circus. The overwhelming urge to take the Dragonball and flee was almost overwhelming. The glittering orb in front of her was the only thing that kept her feet anchored to the charred earth below. At first she was genuinely curious to see if anyone would move for the relic. However, it soon became apparent that these three men were contented to stare at it vacantly. It seemed to be a shared habit of organic beings that she no longer questioned.

Still, of all the people here she expected Zaneth to make a flying leap for the thing and she was mildly surprised when he didn't. He had the Radar. If he had both relics, he would be free of her and she would be thankful for the relief. While each of the three chanced a glance at the reflective orb during the strained conversation that she'd been oh so thankfully excluded from, it was finally Jordan who reached out and took the item. Her pale skin against the burning amber of the ball was a striking contrast that was impossible to miss. It didn't matter. She wasn't trying to be stealthy in the obtaining of the item. For a while she simply held the ball at arms length, taking in the temperature and texture of the item. This Dragonball, this relic the Guardian valued over blood felt and weighed and seemed like nothing more than commonplace glass. For a relic though, it was incredibly well preserved. With effortless grace, Jordan allowed the ball to rotate around the cup of her palm a few times before letting it roll to the edge of her index finger. Making a mechanical strumming motion with all five fingers, the ball rolled from the point of one to the next, back and forth, back and forth, a breath from falling but never in any danger of it. As if on cue, Jordan stopped all movement and let the ball fall, only to catch between with her middle finger and thumb.

Her eyes narrowed. Something hadn't happened that she'd expected. Again, she held the item at arms length, this time angling the ball toward the light of the sunless dawn.

"Nothing."

As she said this, a ray of light stretched across the horizon, filtered through the fire-tinted orb, and directly into her silver eyes now tinted the same color. She repeated the "nothing" again, but this time she was satisfied and she forced the item into her deep-set pocket. She didn't bother to explain what this nothing meant. With Quart and Zaneth sniffing each others hind quarters and Mase doing his best to keep up, Jordan didn't feel the need to bother. Toying with the Dragonball had allowed her to see one thing and that was nothing. No scratches. No bubbles in the item. No flaws. The light that flowed through the transparent amber and reflected off of its smooth surface was pure. The roundness of the object was beyond her ability to calculate. No circular object was a perfect circle. There was always a mechanical flaw, or a nick, or a dip, or something that caused it to come close but never go the distance. By holding and moving and balancing this object, Jordan could find nothing wrong with it. Surely, its artisanship was worth something, but Jordans wasn't quite convinced that it was worth the effort to get. She really would have to go back to the Guardian and ask. A task she was not looking forward to at all.

She turned back and looked into the sea of vacant eyes.

"While the scenery is interesting," she said, her eyes moving to and from the headless Saiyan in the corner in less than a second, "I see no reason to linger." It was clear she was speaking to Zaneth only because he was the only person she really made eye contact with as she made her way to the 'door'.

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SUMMARY:

Jordan returns the silence given to her and takes the Dragonball. After observing it privately, she comes to the conclusion that there is absolutely nothing wrong with the item, and this perplexes her. She assumed that the craftsmanship may have been what made it valuable, but she isn't quite convinced. She realized she will have to ask the Guardian about it when she sees him. She pockets the item and after a long while of silence, she not-so-subtly suggest to Zaneth that they leave.

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PL: 39,776
HL: 119,328

Melee: 7.5% (2,983.2)
Ki: 7.5% (2,983.2)
Spd: 35% (13,921.6)
Int: 55% (21,876.8)

Ki Bar: 100

Jade believed fully in the value of words. In the end eloquence, not fighting prowess, was her only source of power. Over time however, she'd been forced to learn that there were some people who just couldn't hear some things with full comprehension. Apparently Jade was the type to repel words of comfort. Desperately, she wished this wasn't the case but she couldn't force her heart to soften, and she refused to pretend that these words of healing did anything for the internal wounds she carried. From the time of her childhood to this very moment, they never did her much good. 'I'm sorry' and 'it'll be ok' didn't ease her apprehensions or calm her quickened pulse, even if her mind understood the sincerity of the phrases and the person they originated from. She was sorry this had to stand for Keiri. Jade wanted so much to find solace but it seemed she was fated not to. Knowing Keiri cared enough to say she was sorry would have to be enough, even if it really wasn't.

This moment of silence and reflection was cut short by a sharp round of laughter that hardened Jades resolve to the point of stone. Who would laugh at a sight like this? Maybe this person wasn't laughing at the site, but the visitors of it. With a frown, she moved back and started to fall into a basic fighting stance when the figure shrugged away the anonymity the shadows provided. At once she recognized this green man, though she still didn't know his name. He'd gone into the Time Chamber, and she hadn't seen him sense. She had nothing to gauge his temperament by, but even still Jade could see the vast difference between the man that stood before her now and the man she'd met yesterday afternoon. At first she was inclined to think some shock he'd suffered while in the Guardian simulation caused him to go a bit left of center but after a while... she just thought he was crazy. It was best not to bother the crazies.

Like TosTos, this being was hell bent on speaking in a manner that none could understand. The only difference was, TosTos was doing his best to communicate a message, this man... was arguing with himself. But what about? She listened and listened, but nothing of much clarity presented itself to her. Someone was late, but he'd done everything he could... he wanted to meet king Yemma. Well, she'd leave him to it. Jade made a small motion for Keiri, but her hand met nothing. Instead, the small girl was reaching for the green man and Jade had the clarity of mind, unlike either of them, to keep still.

Woman, have you lost your gooey God damned mind?! she shouted at Keiri telepathically. It was hard to keep a calm face when her heart was beating five thousand rounds a minute, but she did. The problem with trusting people was that they trusted everyone. The only thing Jade could do was keep her calm and think of what she could do if this man went from loopy to lethal as fast as the thought he might. Bliss might be too underpowered but Daze might work... There was the risk that Keiri might be hit, but if she focused the sound and Keiri moved quickly enough... Jade couldn't only watch the two and hope for the best. And if hope was busy, she'd just have to deal with this situation herself.

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SUMMARY:

Keiri's words have little effect, but Jade does know her words are genuine and in a small way, this does provide some comfort. Before she can reach Keiri and go on with their business, a deranged Kami appears. Much to her disapproval, Keiri reaches for the tall green man and Jade is prepared to create a diversion should the situation turn ugly.

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PL: 119,690
HL: 359,070

Melee: 12.5% (14,961.25)
Ki: 12.5% (14,961.25)
Spd: 40% (47,876)
Int: 40% (47,876)

Ki bar = 100

The woman took a moment to answer Mase's question but when she did, he realized that not asking would have given him more satisfaction than the answer she had given. He lowered his head and let out a loud sigh, hoping everyone would notice his disappointment in the response or lack there of. As he raised his head to face the others, Jordan had just grabbed the ball and started to examine it. Shortly after the examination began, the sun started to come up. Even though he loved the warmth that the sun brought, he hated that he could no longer conceal himself in the darkness. After watching Jordan put the ball through some kind of test he turned his attention to the two Nameks who were having some sort of discussion. He couldn't really hear what they were talking about. However he knew that from the time he spent with Quart that some sort of degrading comment was involved.

Mase kept all his attention on the two and their conversation while Jordan was playing with the ball. He was surprised when Zaneth had basically called Quart a coward. Mase who was not the sharpest light in the drawer knew not to insult someone as powerful as Quart. He then thought to himself that if he hadn't seen first hand what the small green creature was capable of than he might have been just as bold. The light of the sun had quickly started to bother Mase and he started to look around for even a small patch of shade but he was disappointed when he couldn't find any among the burned down village.

He was startled by an exclamation made by Jordan who had still been looking at the ball quietly. Mase turned to face her to find out what she was talking about but she only repeated the word "nothing" and pocketed the orb. He sighed again as she failed to explain anything. As she prepared to leave, Mase thought about trying to keep her there and explain some things but decided against it. He had never seen her in any type of fight and didn't want the first time to be against him.


Mase's stats:

PL: 19,657
HL: 58,971

Melee: 70%.
Ki: 15%.
Spd: 10%.
Int: 10%.

Ki bar: 78+10(inactivity) =88

Dread quickly became self aware of his own unease and slight level of fear. While he believed fear acted as a severe liability to himself, the detrimental aspects of his fear increased when he was accompanied by a friend, ally, or family member. In this case, Keiri stood close by and Dread knew that his emotions would affect her even if only slightly as the emotions of people generally affected those nearby whether positive or negative. Dread soon managed to suppress the emotion he fought to keep locked away in the deepest recesses of his mind in hopes of degrading it into nothingness. However, as Dread gazed back toward Keiri, he noticed that she already noticed his unease.

Fortunately, Keiri looked less affected by his fear than Dread expected, which comforted him somewhat until she informed him of the news she received from the woman named Jade. Dread remembered Keiri’s brief introduction not long after her arrival on the lookout with the woman and also recalled that Jade appeared completely human. Dread quickly set aside this information and listened to Keiri’s additional words and immediately refused in his thoughts to abandon her despite her assurances to remain safe after she explained to him that a massive explosion would occur soon.

While her last words to Dread were “Trust me Johnny”, Dread could not, but neither did he attempt to stop Keiri from leaving him to battle the two saiyans ahead. Dread believed Keiri to be his only living friend, but he refused to prevent her from what she believed she needed to do. She was a friend to Dread, not some pet dog that needed to remain locked up in a cage for its own safety. Instead of trying to stop her, Dread decided to remain nearby in case she required or wanted his assistance. Dread silently thought to himself, “I already left you once, I am not going to do it again right here and now especially if something as dangerous as you say it is, is about to occur.”

Dread merely stood in the same position for the moments that followed, watching Keiri as she watched him only recently. He witnessed her abilities as she became an untouchable phantom to the saiyans, an ability Dread failed to recall from their tournament match against one another. To ease a sudden burst of curiosity, Dread activated his scouter and aimed it toward Keiri. Her current power level quickly displayed itself on the green lens and Dread silently commented to himself, “You have grown in power quite substantially.”

Not long after the saiyans retreated, Dread heard and felt a hideously massive explosion in the distance, but before the burning flames had a chance to travel more than a few hundred feet, Dread suddenly found himself in an entirely different area. Dread experienced none of the side affects a person might expect from instantaneous travel such as disorientation, nausea, or any combination of the two. He did not even feel as though something wanted to tear his body apart or compress him into the size of a marble. Dread simply stood in the hyperbolic time chamber one second and stood in the midst of a ruined structure before that second had a chance to progress into another second.

Like in the time chamber, the new environment experienced night and only the stars above and a slight sliver of the moon helped illuminate the scene. It required Dread several seconds to recognize his decimated surroundings as the lookout, which produced a series of questions within Dread’s mind. He wondered what had happened and who had caused it. He also wondered where the guardian was and what happened to him. Thinking of the guardian, Dread additionally wondered about the whereabouts of everyone else who arrived at the lookout. He looked around and saw that only Keiri and the woman named Jade managed to accompany him back to the lookout. Dread found some relief from his growing mass of confusion and worry in knowing that at least Keiri remained safe.

As Dread studied the rest of the surrounding scene, he heard something approach and quickly turned to face it. At first, Dread only noticed a small black appendage moving toward them in a desperate manner and before Dread made any movement to approach, the rest of the body crawled into view. Dread barely recognized the dark skinned man as Mr. Popo and his curiosity about the Guardian only increased in severity as Dread felt certain he would not have allowed such destruction on his apparent home and especially not the death of his own trusted assistant.

Dread suddenly thought to himself, “Is the guardian dead?” as the dying man before him struggled to speak between laborious breaths. After Mr. Popo delivered the message, Dread repeated it in his main for clarification, nearly ignoring the fact that Mr. Popo had just died. “Take what you have learned. Trust only those with you now. They have returned.”

Before Dread began to ponder the meaning of the message, Keiri suddenly spoke up, but her words only mirrored Dread’s thoughts and feelings about their horrific surroundings. Afterward, Jade took her opportunity to react to the situation and as Dread watched her, she reminded him of the time he first witnessed the death of someone else. In looking at Jade, Dread received a glimpse of how much changed about himself ever since he abandoned his parents and his home.

Keiri must have noticed the same thing that Dread had about himself as she suddenly commented about her feelings toward Dread witnessing Mr. Popo’s death. In reaction to her words, Dread thought, “I have already decided my path and while there are those who have and will enjoy their lives for the most part, there are those who must suffer so that others may live peacefully and happily. My series of decisions has placed me in the category of people who must suffer so that others may live. In all honesty, I do not want to bear this burden, but I have already made it my obligation and I refuse to avoid the responsibilities I have already placed upon myself.”

As Dread finished these thoughts, he noticed for the first time the light of the early dawn. As the sun rose into the sky, its illumination only augmented the sickening nature of Dread’s surroundings, especially the bloody corpse of Mr. Popo who managed to retain his expression of extreme agony even after he died. Dread briefly wondered how the sights would affect Jade and he even recalled from moments ago that Keiri attempted to comfort the woman, but Dread questioned the effectiveness of her words as he turned his head slightly to glance toward Jade. Afterward, Dread suddenly spoke coldly to Keiri without a hint of emotion, “You have no need to apologize, Keiri, none of this is your fault as far as I can tell unless you decided to drag her down here forcefully.”

As Dread finished his statement, he heard a loud burst of cackling from not too far away and he recognized the tone behind it as Kami after a second burst of the same laughter. When Kami actually appeared and spoke, Dread found difficulty in understanding anything he said, the mention of going with someone and meeting King Yemma led Dread to suspect that he was speaking to someone from the afterlife. Dread remembered the mention of King Yemma and the afterlife before the competitors entered the hyperbolic time chamber. Who Kami spoke to though was beyond Dread, he thought perhaps it was Mr. Popo on the receiving end of Kami’s words, but Dread could not be certain.

Thinking of Mr. Popo returned Dread’s thoughts to the dead man's final message and the child began trying to understand what he meant. “Take what you have learned”, was the first part of Mr. Popo's final statement, which hinted toward the trio's experience within the chamber. Dread quickly wondered if he managed to learn anything in the chamber and if he had, what use could he possibly have for it. Before reading anymore into the first part of the statement, Dread visited the second part, “Trust only those with your now.” Dread realized that the second part was the easiest to understand and it meant nothing more than what it stated. While Dread found it easy to trust Keiri, he questioned Jade’s character because even though she appeared to be Keiri’s friend, Keiri also saw Dread as her friend. Dread already felt as though she betrayed her once and she acted as though the transgression against her meant nothing. Her capacity for mercy and forgiveness was incredible in Dread’s opinion and he could not begin to guess about Jade’s lifestyle, character, and personality.

Dread moved forward and onto the final portion of Mr. Popo’s final words while reserving judgement for Jade later. “They have returned,” suggested that Mr. Popo and the three of them shared a mutual enemy and that the slightest mention of them would quickly bring recognition and understanding about the identity of their enemy. The only enemy that Dread thought of, which directly connected Keiri, Jade, and Dread to Mr. Popo were the saiyans that they recently finished battling within the confines of the chamber. It seemed logical now that Dread looked over the entire message because if they were supposed to fight the saiyans again, they needed everything they learned from fighting them within the chamber in order to survive and bring about the saiyans' defeat. Whether they were meant to encounter a new group of saiyans, the current version of the group they encountered from within the chamber, or a combination of the two was anyone’s guess. It seemed unlikely, due to the amount of time that passed since the actual event between the guardian and the saiyans, the same saiyans from long ago would arrive on Earth again.

Before Dread concluded upon any of his thoughts, he quickly reminded himself of the difference between theories and facts. Dread only managed to theorize upon the words of a dying man, assuming that Mr. Popo was coherent enough to deliver an understandable message to its intended recipients. Mr. Popo could have simply experienced a severe case of delirium during his final moments of life and if his words had any meaning, it seemed likely that between Keiri, Jade, and Dread, none of them were the intended recipients of the message. Either way, Dread knew there existed a real danger, the ruined lookout and dead Mr. Popo testified to that fact and Dread realized that there quite possibly existed a substantial threat to the existence of Earth and its inhabitants.

Dread detached himself from the thoughts about Mr. Popo’s words momentarily and noticed that Keiri was attempting to interrogate Kami. Kami appeared drawn to Keiri, but due to the namekian’s seemingly questionable mental state, Dread realized the possible danger Keiri might be placing herself in by interacting with the powerful warrior. Dread considered taking action, but knew from what he witnessed from within the chamber, the thought of stopping Kami himself was laughable had it not been for the seriousness of their current situation. Dread decided to transmit a message telepathically to Keiri, “Careful Keiri, he is more powerful than any warrior I have encountered excluding Garlic, the guardian, and the saiyan leader simulated within the chamber.”
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Dread's Stats:

PL: 224,056
HL: 672,168

Melee: 1% (2,240.56)
Ki: 1% (2,240.56)
Speed: 48% (107,547.88)
Intelligence: 55% (123,230.8)

Ki Bar: 100

Babba cruised along at a pretty rapid pace, her broom stick slicing through the air like a dart. She never so much as turned to recognize the addition of the female anthro to her journey, but her awareness of Brook's presence was indicated when, upon Brook's arrival, Babba sped up ever so slightly. The witch seemed quite content as the wind ran through her coarse tufts of pink hair, and she had the faintest hint of a smile upon her smooth facial features. From looking at her, one would think that she hadn't a care in the world.

They weaved artistically through the heavily forested area, Babba on her Broom and Brook bounding closely behind. The newly rising sun created a kaleidescope of colors and light on the forest floor that was only highlighted by the two ornately adorned females shot in and out of the patches of luminance. It wasn't until they came to a clearing that Babba slowed down. Within the clearing was a tiny hut. There was smoke coming from the chimney that wafted lazily over the top of the straw roof. The walls of the hut were comprised of a weird mixture of mud, sticks, and stone that suggested a rather primitive architect.

As the duo neared the hut, Babba halted her movement entirely and motioned for Brook to do the same, “Ah! Home sweet home!” Having concluded their trip in silence, She slid off of her broomstick and took it with her into the hut entrance, expecting Brook to, once again, follow suit.

When she entered the humble abode she noticed the presence of an unfamiliar guest. She removed her over sized, pointy hat and threw it on a near-by chair, “Slug, is it?”

A shadow-clad figure emerged from the darkness of the corner nearest the fireplace and nodded in response to the witch's query, “That's right. Babba?”

Babba walked up to the fire and directed her palms towards the dancing flames, “The one and only sweet heart. Where is your partner in crime?”

Slug had noticed Brook and was staring at her with suspicion as he replied, “Uh, haven't met up with him yet. Who is this?”

Babba turned from the fire and shrugged, with a large grin of beautiful pearly teeth she replied with a rather upbeat tone, “No clue. Found her in the forest when I... was looking for something that was taken from me. Why don't you ask her yourself.”

Clearly not accustomed to such informal conversation, Quart just stared at his unorthodox host as she began pulling various ingredients off of a near by shelf and throwing them into an empty pot on the kitchen table. Slug walked over to Brook, his massive frame bearing so much mass that each step of his large boot made it sound as if he was stomping. The wood even creaked under his extreme weight. Every muscle on his body hulked and bulged to its maximum capacity to such an extent that he looked like he might be quite inflexible. His clothing was simple, nothing more than a large, brown, hooded Namekian robe and some leather Namekian boots. As was customary for slug, a scorn decorated his broad face, only accentuating his already imposing aura. He walked up to no less than about a foot from Brook, an uncomfortable distance for nearly anyone to stand from anyone else, let alone a mammoth such as the seven foot tall slug. He crossed his bare-like forearms over his broad chest and stared down at brook with a grimace, “Well?” Clearly, Slug was not one for words.

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Dies had been evicted from the lookout rather abruptly less than twenty four hours before the time he had met up with Corey. Therefore it seemed very odd that he would be completely unfamiliar with the power signals around which he been standing a mere day ago. However, Corey had not so much as laid eyes on the lookout or the Guardian before and so who was he to point out the obvious?

As the pair of possessed youths stood atop the urban structure, the sound of a rabble bellow began to steadily pick up in volume. Before long, the street below was filled with a crazed mob of human beings. This mob, however, was not chasing down a monster, nor were they out to serve some sort of vigilante justice. Rather, they were fleeing, fleeing for their lives. It was hard to tell from what, was the stream of bodies seemed to stretch down the street endlessly, but it was clear that though all of them were not heading in the same exact direction, they were all, in fact, running from the same thing.

There were men shoving one another out of the way, and even pushing women to the side in their panicked efforts to escape whatever it was that had them spoked. There were fewer men trying to help those less fortunate than themselves. Several of the weaker humans had lost their balance and those behind them were entirely unable to stop their progression forward as they trampled their fallen counterparts to death. There were women, clutching their babies and children tight to their bosom, tears streaming down their face, trying to keep up with the mob's movement while simultaneously keeping their family together.

It wasn't until the stragglers at the end of the mob came traipsing by the demonic pair that Corey and Dies were able to see what the commotion was about. Walking, ever so calmly behind the rear of the mob, was an oddly armored Saiyin. His had wild black hair, brown and white armor, and a green scouter over his left eye. And every second or two, he would point his index finger at someone towards the back of the crowd of people and fire a small ki blast into their back. In an instant, his target would ignite in flames and vanish soon after; thus increasing the relative panic of those remaining humans exponentially. He had a satisfied grin on his face, as if to suggest that his seemingly senseless killing brought him joy.

He stopped his murderous march forward when his scouter alerted him to the presence of two power signals near his location. He paused to adjust his scouter and, when he did, the device directed him to the location of Dies and Corey. His smile widened, “Finally!” He shot himself towards the roof of the building upon which Dies and Corey stood and landed a dozen or so feet in front of them. He fooled with the settings a little more on his scouter and then huffed, “Hardly worth the effort. Are there no warriors on this planet?”

ooc: This Saiyin has a PL of about 100,000. He's a pretty big deal, and he isn't reading your full PL because neither one of you is powered up. If you want to talk to him, talk to him. If you want to fight him, you can do so. But do NOT mortally wound him or kill him this round!

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IC:

Kami's daze remained as Keiri spoke to him. As he opened his mouth to respond to her, a long strand of drool dripped from his canines, indicating a lack of control over some basic motor functions. His face twitched a little when she concluded her statements and then he attempted to respond, “Salvation! Yes! We can save... I can save the earth with the ba-Ahhhh! - No! Do not tell them of that you fool!” Kami withdrew from Keiri's touch and grasped at his temples with both hands, doubling over as if he had just suffered a massive brain hemorrhage. His canines protruded even further as he growled animalistically, trying to ward off some invisible pain source from within. As the trio watched him, something very peculiar began to happen. His head seemed to double in size for a moment. In response to this, his growls intensified to all out screams of agony. The great warrior feel to his knees and he dug his finger nails into the flesh of his temples, “NOOOO! Get OUT! Get out damn you! I've had enough!”

The powerful Namekian's purple aura burst into life around him, from which the resulting shock wave pushed the humanoid trio back several meters. Surrounded in his own pulsing energy, and shrouded in the light of a new day, Kami battled with the best and the worst of himself. He clawed at his own flesh and mentally willed himself to fail, and to succeed. The every day struggles of all conscious beings were now manifesting themselves into a literal fission of being. Kami's soul had reached such a tumultuous state of internal conflict that his benevolent and malevolent personalities were now battling for ownership of their respective vessel. Such was the power of each relative entity, that his body could no longer serve as a battle ground for their conflict.

The Namekian's struggle continued for several moments before his aura doubled in size for a moment. In that brief instance, there was an odd silence. It was as if the universe had paused for a moment to decide what fate had ins tore for the tortured Namekian. Then, the powers that be decided that there would be no victor between good and evil for Kami, but instead a draw. The deafening silence was followed by the sickening sound of flesh ripping as Kami physically split into two beings. This was no multi form technique. Rather, a soul mutation had just occurred and the result was two separate entities.

There was a gory explosion of purple blood as one Kami became two, and the scene was nearly as painful to watch as it was to experience for the Namekians. When it was all said and done, two naked green men were on their hands and knees, panting heavily. Once they caught their breath, each stood to face the other. The vacant expression was absent from both their faces. Instead, one had a concerned countenance, and the other one of pleased satisfaction. The worried Namekian quickly raised his hand to riffle off a ki blast at his twin. The other Namekian nimbly back flipped away, and dropped off the side of the lookout and vanished from sight. Leaving only the sound of his twisted cackle to reverberate off the destruction of the lookout. The Namekian who had fired the blast fell to his knees once again in exhaustion and his eyes welled with tears and he stared at his empty palms helplessly, “I am sorry,” he said to no one in particular, “I tried to contain him, but it seems the forces of evil now have a powerful advocate.” He paused for a moment and looked fearfully at the edge of the lookout over which his counterpart had just escaped, “Piccolo Daimoa...”

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If he had been on Namek, Zaneth's blood would be dripping from the tip of his sword. But, as things stood, he was nothing more than an unwilling participant in a play for which he had never even wanted to audition. The fact that Zaneth was Namekian only made the crude response sting even more. The comment seemed to drip of disrespect. It just wasn't customary for a Namekian to speak to Quart in such a way. Even the elders knew well enough to tread lightly around his short temper and often unpredictable anger.

What also added bite to Zaneth's comments was that it seemed as if he was challenging Quart's superiority. Obsessed with his own legacy, it was all he could do to restrain himself from proving to Zaneth and everyone else around where Zaneth ranked on the Namekian food chain. After all, was Quart not the strongest remaining third generation Namekian? And here this younger Namekian was, practically calling him out in front of a group of aliens.

Though Quart was quite a bit shorter than his Namekian cousin he stepped in front of Zaneth and stared him dead in the eye regardless, remaining completely silent, conveying his message with the searing glare alone. His skinny appendages remained calm, ready for any attack that might come from Zaneth. The veins at his temples pulsed slowly, indicating a calm heart rate but a high stress level. The rising sun caused beads of sweat to glisten on Quart's brow as he stared into Zaneth's eyes. Quart wanted to show Zaneth, with nothing more than a look, that he could kill him at will, and that another comment like the one that had trickled out of Zaneth's mouth moments ago might just force Quart to prove it.

After employing his classic intimidation tactic, the Napoleonic Namekian turned to face the female who had been examining the dragonball throughout all of this. She too had a tone that dripped with disrespect. A rational person might realize that neither Jordan nor Zaneth had really seen what Quart was capable off and so no respect was warranted at this point in time. Beyond that, a more reasonable person might summize the respect comes not from possessing great power, but from doing great things. Quart was not a moron, but he wasn't exactly the most rational being on the planet.

That said, he turned to respond to Jordan. “Yeah, we have bigger fish to fry.” The 'we' in his statement, of course, referred to Mase and himself. Quart had already gotten what information he wanted from Zaneth, and at this point in time he saw no reason to engage the odd pair any further. His mission was to hunt and kill saiyins, and so long as that mission was accomplished the Guardian had promised him a reward. If Zaneth and Jordan wanted to bumble around this hell hole of a planet, narrowly escaping from Saiyin confrontations with their lives, then that was their prerogative. As for him, he intended to collect on he and the Guardian's bargain. He would teach Zaneth the meaning of respect at a later date.

Quart motioned towards Mase to leave, hoping that his hot-headed, demonic partner would not lose his cool and end up getting the both of them engaged in a needless battle. If that happened, than Quart would willingly assist, but he'd rather reserve his energy for the objective at hand because it held within it a certain innate value that he held in high than regard: freedom.

As Jordan walked one way, Quart walked the other, trying so sense where to go next. It was then that he felt the surge of Kami's power. He stopped dead in his tracks and glanced back over his shoulder in the direction of the lookout. He couldn't see the lookout from where he was, but he could see the faint hint of what appeared to be a gray cloud gathering in the otherwise spotless morning sky. The cloud was exactly where the lookout was, and exactly where Quart currently felt Kami's power signature surging. Then, something peculiar happened. Kami's power level seemed to cut in half and, Quart sensed a shift in Kami's signature unlike anything he had ever experienced. Ki signatures, as far as he had ever understood them, never changed. Like a spiritual thumb print, they remained as a constant identifier. So, as Kami's one signature seemed to split into two distinct signatures that were similar in sensation but polar opposite in aura, Quart was beyond perplexed. No multi form technique that he knew of could do anything like that with one's ki signature.

He as turning back towards the lookout when he noticed that one of Kami's signatures, the one with the evil aura, was heading towards their location. He looked towards Jordan and Zaneth and smirked, “Hold your britches, we might have a situation here...”

SUMMARY:

Brook and Babba have arrived at Babba's hut. Inside slug was waiting! Slug has asked Brook who she is.

In the city where Dies and Corey were talking, a Saiyin was chasing humans, killing them off at random. He has spotted the two and is ready for confrontation.

Kami has split into to beings! The Kami we know from the show and Piccolo Daimoa.

It took Quart everything he had not to kill Zaneth, and as he was about to leave he noticed the power surge coming from Kami on the lookout and the odd shift in ki signatures and, Piccolo Daimoa seems to be heading towards Jade, Quart, Zaneth and Mase!

“Fine, I’ll wait…but I’ll be training until he gets here.”

Corey lowered his body to the ground as he got into a simple three-point stance. After counting off slowly, Corey pushed up and started to move around the roof. He didn’t use any Zanzoken techniques or try to cash in on his abilities. He was just going to train his raw potential until it was time for him to actually train. Every since he was young, he had grown into a street fighter. The human had first started in small spars with his older brother while they both took junior martial art classes, but it hadn’t really become a competition until Corey was around the age of twelve. With his brother being a two years or so his senior, Corey had watched him take on the role as one of the best wrestlers in his school and even went to the national championships. Though he had never won, it was still an honor to see him do well. As the competition grew, Corey started to try to beat him with his strengths.

He was a smart child that drew his strengths from his mind as well as the spiritual growth inside of him. It was no wonder that Vegamus had found him and choose him as the next and final student. Corey had possessed a certain level of energy that had such potential it was no wonder that Draven, then Kyero had fought to take over his body. Once he had realized this, Corey had started to try and theorize a way to rid himself so that he could concentrate his powers on his own accord. Once he had finished his training, he would purge himself and head off to try and learn what he could. He had heard of multiple trainers that would probably take him, but he didn’t want just any trainer. He wanted a real master that could show him the essence of true combat. It was a shame that he had to find it temporarily in those demons.

As he landed in a handstand, the human boy started to slowly bend his elbows while keeping support. When his nose brushed the ground, he would push back up into the air. He continued this process for as long as he could which ended up being around thirty seconds longer in length from when he started. As the strain finally forced him to fall forward, he curled his body into a roll so that way he wouldn’t break his neck on the rooftop. As he rose back to his feet, he sat back on the building and started again on his breakfast. The granola bar was chewy and somewhat satisfying, but it wasn’t long before Kyero sent a mental message to get moving again. The boy didn’t mind his training regimen being long, but he didn’t appreciate the ‘training Nazi’ that was ordering him around. Corey continued to train until he saw a small dot in the corner of his scouter.

When the boy noticed the arrival of Dies Irae, he chuckled to himself. The demon was just how he remembered him from their previous battle against each other. His slender build was perfect for a child around six or seven years of age as well as his flat, red hair that added to the demonic flare that came from his body. The wind blew gently across the roof top which caused the two trailing threads of the headband to float across his face. He remained speechless as he waited for the demon to initiate conversation. There was little need for him to start a round of dialogue with him. Corey was personally irritated by the both of them, but he would have to learn to cope for a little longer. As he watched the demon on approach, the human folded his arms over his chest. It was a common way to communicate his feelings of disgust and irritation.

When Dies Irae finally landed, he spoke, “I see Kyero wishes for me to train you. Perhaps that can wait until later however. Have you noticed the energy levels coming from the west? Do you have any thoughts as to what it might be Corey?”

Almost immediately, Corey knew what he was making reference to. It was the building in the sky. He could not sense what was occurring up there because he didn’t have the ability to sense the energy outputs of whatever was up there. From what the enhanced scouter had already told him, he knew that there were probably multiple beings of rather high levels of strength. Cursing under his breath, the boy looked back up to the demon with a mild manner of disgust. “Yeah, I noticed. And just so you know, I don’t want to train with you…” It should have been quite obvious that he had no desire to remain under the care of either strange alien. Because of that feeling and desire to no be cooperative, Corey knew that he would probably suffer for it. Though the demons were two of the strongest and resilient he had ever encountered, he would not let that cloud his judgment.

Demons were still his enemies and because of that, he would eventually try to kill both of them. To Corey, he knew this as a fact but let it remain a secret within his mind. Kyero knew it was coming regardless. Because of that, he was planning to find a way to get out of the child’s body before he did something ridiculous or quite drastic. He knew that the boy had thought of committing suicide, but that was just the tip of the iceberg. He was just crazy enough to try to purge the demon himself. This was only something that Kyero had seen once and that both one demon and the possessed body had been destroyed because of it. Corey had started to move for his duffel bag when he felt the commotion below. He hadn’t been aware of the small notification light in the corner of the scouter. Its flashing display would have alerted him to a power source similar to his own. Cursing under his breath, he quickly started towards the edge of the building, he could already start to see the rising smoke and flames before he felt the vibration of something rather solid land on the roof.

Turning around, he saw a large bred humanoid before him. His body was covered in a protective layer of armor that glowed of brown and white. His face was that of a brute which Corey knew all to well. Even though his old master was a half breed Saiyan, he had similar attributes in his facial construct. This led him to believe that he was also a similar breed as well. Snorting in another display of disgust, Corey looked back to the horror that he had just left on the streets. As he turned back around, he realized that his scouter had gone off once more. The symbols and numbers that were concentrated on the screen showed him that the being was just as equally strong as he was. This was a slight disappointment since Corey wished to dispatch him quickly and return to his discussion with Dies Irae about the building in the sky. Curiosity had gotten the best of him and had started to fester into annoyance. Soon he would probably try to kill the being just for that. Corey had yet to act on the emotion he felt after the Saiyan had killed the innocents below.

“Hardly worth the effort, are there no warriors on this planet?” screamed the bone-headed humanoid. He seemed to be quite strong from how he presented himself.

Luckily for Corey, he had a trick up his sleeve. Since his energy output was masked, he hadn’t expected the being to discover them so quickly. But then again there was the small possibility that Kyero had intentionally lowered the energy shielding technique that he was using to hide himself. But that was before he realized that Dies Irae did not mask his energy output like he did. That was probably the reason why he had found their location on the roof of his home. “Dad’s going to be pissed if I bash his face through the ceiling…” Corey muttered with mock seriousness. If the humanoid being had heard his words, then it would have surely been taken as a challenge. It was already known that Corey did not like the visitor just like he didn’t like Dies Irae. Flexing his muscles, Corey clenched his fists as he stared down his adversary.

As Corey was prepared to dispose of this nuisance immediately, Kyero called him from within his body. “Corey, settle down. Let’s Dies Irae handle this.” The boy turned to the smaller demon and looked for his response. “Dies, you better handle him…before I do.” His blood was starting to boil at the thought of the vaporized ash as well as the lifeless bodies that were on the street. He wanted to show the figure his true power at that moment, but he knew that if he did, it would ruin the whole element of surprise that they could use on him. For now, Corey would stand there and focus on keeping his energy masked so that he would think that only Dies Irae would be a fight for him. If that would be his disguise, Corey would make it easy on Dies Irae by jumping in once the fighting started. He could sense that he was just over half their power level anyway so he would be able to do well against the humanoid regardless. Even though Corey knew that Dies would need him, he was skeptical. Should he help? But then if he didn’t Kyero would force him to try or even worse, take over his body.

That was when Corey noticed something drastic take place on his scouter. In a collective glow of random flashing lights and summarized messages, Corey was told of a “spiritual energy irregularity. Whatever it was, it had taken one of the power levels in the floating tower and parted it in two. The human knew nothing that could have caused such a change but he wanted to find out. With this knowledge in hand, Corey’s interest in the humanoid before him was strengthened exponentially. “Damn my luck, I’m stuck here instead of going to check to see what the hell just happened.” He thought to himself. But the thought had been received by Kyero and as his voice slowly forced within the boy’s head, Corey shivered. “Have patience young child. We will find out what happened soon enough.” Kyero laughed quietly. The human was almost at the verge of killing everyone, himself included at the end of that remark. “How can you tell me to be patient? People are dead and I’m the only one strong enough to do anything about it. But we’re hiding like a pair of rabbits from a wolf.” Corey concluded, sending the telepathic message deep into his own mind to the awaiting Kyero.

There was a brief moment of silence then Corey knew what Kyero was going to say. He was wrong in his prediction of Kyero telling him to try and indulge the experience of getting a fair kill, but he was wrong. “Corey, if you don’t want the blood on your hands let Dies Irae take care of this. I know that murder is something that is hard to ask a being with a soul, but sometimes it is justified.”

“Justified, what the f…”

“Yes,” Kyero interrupted him, “That is what is making you slightly fearful of trying to kill him though you wish you could.”

Kyero was right. Even though Corey had spoken all those big “fighting” words, he was still too scared to do it. Sweat dripped from his head into his right eye, temporarily blinding him as he realized the truth. The human boy had been shaking the whole time. He could not help it. There was something about the humanoid that made him seem like a tank compared to the smaller Corey. He even started to wonder that even with his power; both Dies Irae and he were physically smaller than the man as well. Why wasn’t he scared as well? There was the possibly he was but Corey couldn’t tell.

PL: 103,356
HL: 310,068/310,068
Ki Bar: 100/100 (+10 for no energy use. Telepathy is passive)
Melee: 20%. (20671.2)
Ki: 30%. (31006.8
Speed: 25% (25839)
Intelligence: 30% (31006.8
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Summary:
Corey watches the alien land after killing the humans. He is extremely agitated and ready to kill, but is stopped by Kyero who wishes to see how Dies Irae handles the situation. Kyero then helps the boy realize that he is actually scared and isn't as strong as he thought he was.

He eyed Corey as he moved to cross his arms. It seemed that he and Kyero were at odds with each other. Still he had offered Corey a place in the ranks of his army he knew Kyero would accept if he was not in the Humans head. Still he waited patiently for what Corey had to say. Then again Dies Irae was far from impressed by Corey’s stance his body language spoke volumes about his opinion of the young demon king’s presence. When Corey finally did speak the words stung Dies Irae. It seemed he was unwelcome at this place. His eyes lowered and his demeanor grew sorrowful. “I see well then I will take my leave of you and leave you to your own business. I by no means wish to force training upon you. So since you are obviously a master tactician and strategist I will leave you to your training. My apologies for offering training you don’t wish for.” Dies Irae made no move to leave however he was thinking about the energy readings from the lookout. Well he did not care for any of them he wondered how the others had done in their simulated battles. He let the matter slid from his mind however and focused on the present. Oddly he homed in on Quart he seemed to not be around Garlick. That detail he shrugged off as he did not care just mostly wanting to stay well away from the Namekian.

He turned his focus back to Corey. Even if he refused the training still he should at least acknowledge his lack of expertise. Dies Irae noted a high power level nearby heading this direction. Its level was around that of Corey. He put that out of his mind rather then go and investigate right then. Putting Corey in his place or at least get him to admit his error. Something was wrong but he could not put his finger on what it was. Something about the energy was just wrong. It seemed familiar but where had he felt it before. It was a puzzle by no mistake. For now he shrugged it off it was not after all his concern. His focus was Corey and how he wished to proceed from this point. It was still troubling him in the back of his mind. He scuffed one foot in child like disappointment. He had the body of a child but sometimes he wished he was a child. If he had been but a child and not a reborn demon king then he could just play and not worry about politics and battle plans. Training young women to defend themselves against the army or police he could just happily sit and watch television. However; things could not be as one wanted them all the time not eve for a demon king.

He did not really have much more time to think as a massive eruption of energy flooded his senses bloating out the nearby energy for a moment. At first he thought Kami was fighting then subtle changes announced something was wrong with the Namek. He held perfectly still waiting for what should tell him was happening. Something was wrong with him but what Dies Irae could only guess. Then it seemed like an echo rolled across his senses. “Kami what in the nine hells are you doing.” Dies Irae muttered just load enough for his voice to carry. What ever happened Kami was moving and not moving at the same time. The energy did feel different but it had come from Kami. It was rather confusing and Namekian studies had never been a major goal for him when he had been a demon king. He frowned and tried to clear his mind enough to sense what was going on about him again. That power source nearby still concerned him and he had slowly become aware of a noise like cattle being driven. Only the panicked voices were human in nature and origin. He finally picked out the source it was closer now but he still could not figure out why it was familiar to him. He rolled his head to loosen his neck muscles having tightened up at the eruption from Kami. He again wondered what was going on today.

As if in response to his thoughts a cluster of humans poured up the street. What was going on? He noticed people stumbling along in a panic. Something was going terrible wrong with this scene. He glanced to one side not moving his head and watched people begin to flee. What were they running from? He suddenly wished he could remember how to mask his power signature. Too late to worry about that now however he had more immediate concerns. He watched people trample their own kind in their rush to flee. Some were even pushing others out of their way in their rush to escape. His eyes grew hard as he noted both women and children being trampled. He drew a calming breath he could not afford to lose control until he knew more about what was going on. More people rushed by splitting off in all directions. They were fleeing from what ever was coming. He could faintly hear the explosions and knew that trouble was heading towards them. He noticed the armor and the odd device on a brute. Through clenched teeth he grated out the race like it was a curse. “Saiyan I should have known curse me for a fool.” Dies Irae clenched his small fists as he shook with suppressed rage.

The Saiyan turned from his ruthless killing spree. Dies Irae wondered how much more damage this jerk could cause. He watched the saiyan rise and join them on the roof. He truly hoped that Corey was as good at fighting Saiyans as he was demons. Well this time he would warn Corey before he used his Taiyoken. He did want to lead the Saiyan away from innocent people. When he said innocent he meant non fighters and children. Those men those cowardly men that shoved their own women to their deaths he would later hunt down and destroy himself. In the mean time he needed to stop the Saiyan weather it was talking him down or killing him. He waited for a response from Corey wondering how he would take the intrusion as he did not like Dies Irae and this guy was worse in his own opinion. He thankfully did not have to wait long for the response. However; it was from the Saiyan scum rather then Corey as he had wanted. “Hardly worth the effort, are there no warriors on this planet?” Dies Irae almost smirked it seemed that pride still ruled the Saiyan race more brutally then he had. He thought about pointing that out to the Saiyan but decided that would be far from wise. He did try and remember why he had ruled them in the first place. After a second of contemplation he recalled their battle prowess and remembered why not that he had ruled them long maybe a whole three weeks before casting them out of his service.

After a moment he heard words come from Corey. “Dad’s going to be pissed if I bash his face through the ceiling…” Had the human lost his mind? Dies Irae seriously doubted that was the case rather lack of experience. He then heard more from him obviously Kyero had talked some sense into him. He would handle the Saiyan scum he knew just how to handle him at that. “Saiyan warrior identify yourself and state your mission. If you do not comply immediately you shall be put down on report to your immediate commander and from there your information will carry up your chain of command until suitable chastisement can be determined. That is of course provided I do not kill you out right for this insolence.” His demeanor was stern and commanding despite his size and he sent a probing thought to discover the information should his words not suffice. Mentally he projected his voice to Corey. “Corey when the time is right I will blind him much the same way I did against you in the ally. Be ready to shield your eyes. This scum dies for those lives he has taken. I will not stand to see innocent lives taken in such a manor be ready.” Dies Irae did not move just yet he wanted to see what he could learn either mentally or vocally.

Pl: 56,498
Hl: 154,086

Ki Bar: 100/100 (+1 for inactivity)

Melee: 20% (11,299)
Ki: 20% (11,299)
Speed: 25% (14,124)
Int: 40% (22,599)

summery: Dies Irae waited for a response from Corey. He felt bad about what was said and sulked just a little. He thought about the others that were still at the lookout. He sulked some more. He felt Kami split and wondered about it. He watched the mob flee. Spotted the Saiyan let his blood boil. He questioned the Saiyan and probed his mind. He also sent battle plans to Corey.

Keiri held her hand in his for only a moment before she was brushed aside by the violent change in demeanor. Keiri watched, her gaze never wavering, wondering what might be causing the antagonistic behavior within himself. Keiri was so immersed in the transitioning states since she had never seen anything quite like it. The closest thing to it that she could think of was a few select cases of demonic possessions, but this was nothing like that. She was certain by now the demonic nature would have made itself known, especially considering that there were three easy targets for it. Or maybe it was truly a demonic possession, and the demon was not strong enough to subjugate the will of his victim. Perhaps this green man was strong enough to control the demon, and now the demon had had enough, and was attempting to capture a new host. Maybe that's why when Keiri's hand touched her blade, she was seeing images. The demon wanted her to cut him free. Keiri was considering her options to get to the bottom of it. One of them was to take on the aspect of a ghost and weaken him. But that would require sacrificing this man she didn't know to the demon, and she could not see herself doing that.

Before she could consider any more options she was thrown back several feet by an explosion of power. The aura of the green man erupted and had thrust her back, almost toppling her over, but she managed to retain her footing, just barely. She quickly clenched her hand around the sword, feeling the images swarm her head again, but this time she pushed them away. There was something about imminent danger that always allowed someone a clear mind in their final moments. Keiri was certain that this demon would attempt to take one of them, and as Keiri was the weakest of the three, it would most likely be her. As weak as she was, she knew how to fight against a spirit, and she would certainly give it a decent challenge should it come after her.

The demonic explosion of blood and power that resulted only confirmed Keiri's thoughts, up until she saw what the demon was. It was another green man, with a strange likeness to the first. The only difference was the associated emotions. One appeared concerned, almost terrified of the situation, while the other seemed to relish the opportunity.

What was the nature of this demon? She had never heard of anything like it before. And for a moment, one green man attacked the other before the new one escaped off the edge of the lookout. By now Keiri was confused. She hated to admit it, but the world had changed so much she no longer understood what was going on. She was at a loss. At least, however, there was someone she might be able to get answers from. Kami remained only a few feet away from her, and slowly spoke a few remorseful words.

What he had told her wasn't enough, but it gave her an idea. Maybe he was trying to contain the demon. She had heard stories once of a man so powerful he could trick a demon into possessing him, and then destroy it when it could not escape. Maybe this green man had attempted such a thing, but failed. If this "Piccolo Daimoa" was a menace unleashed upon the world, then it fell upon Keiri, Dread, and Jade to stop him. Was this what the dying Mr. Popo had meant in his final words? Or was there something else plaguing the earth as they waited?

Keiri looked at the green man, whose eyes had filled with tears and said, "You need not worry right now. This unfortunate event shall be righted, and this demon who has escaped with your form shall be purged. If he was once within you, once a part of you, then you might know enough to predict his next move. Tell us, and we will do whatever we can to remove his vile touch from the earth." Keiri had already forgotten that the three of them had no way to get down to the Earth in any case and that without some sort of magical ability to fly, they'd be stranded up here anyway. They would not be much help if the three of them were stuck floating in a ruined fortress miles above the earth.

If worse came to worst, Keiri considered falling to the earth and trying to survive the impact by shifting to Shadow of a Ghost form, but the risk was too great. She would have to claw her way back to the surface, which was no guarantee either. She would likely run out of air before she could make it out. Maybe Jade or Dread knew a way to get down. Keiri was certainly running out of ideas, and her bag of tricks was mostly empty.

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PL: 112,897
HL: 338,691

Energy: 115

Melee: 28,224.25
Ki: 28,224.25
Speed: 28,224.25
Int: 33,869.1


Summary: Keiri witnesses the grotesque and strange division of Kami and Piccolo Daimoa and contemplates the nature of it considering it most likely to involve demonic possession of some sort. In the end she promises to help remove Piccolo before too much can happen.

As Quart strode right up to Zaneth and gave him a look that screamed death, he could do nothing but return it. Without even really realizing it, a small smile crept onto his face. He said nothing; he simply grinned as Quart stared at him. His comment had struck a chord. Good. It meant that Quart was not infallible.

More importantly, his attention had been drawn away from the Dragonball, if ever it was there. It was now in Jordan’s possession. She seemed to study it, only remarking with ‘nothing’. It seemed that the treasure held many mysteries within it, mysteries he could only hope to achieve an answer for. Now they had but to return to the Guardian and it would all be over – or at least his partnership to the devil woman beside him. It still left the matter of the Saiyans but that would be dealt with at a later time.

As her gaze met his he nodded. It was time for the two of them to depart. Silently, he let loose a sigh of relief. She was not planning on betraying him, yet anyway. The two of them made to take off as Quart and his entourage made to leave in the opposite direction, when Quart stopped suddenly and looked off into the sky. Zaneth raised an eyebrow as he watched the peculiar behavior. What did he sense that Zaneth could not? He followed his fellow Namek’s line of vision into the sky but saw nothing.

What made matters worse, was that he told them to stop. “That’s our cue to leave, now,” he whispered quickly to Jordan. “I trust him even less than I trust you, and that’s saying a lot.”

He suddenly wished that he had made a move to take the Dragonball before Jordan did. There was no way she would turn it over to him. As long as it was in her possession, he had to worry about her well being at the same time as his. His mind was running a mile a minute, a first for him. He was actually thinking before he rushed into danger. So close to his goal, he could not afford to be thwarted. This time he would focus on surviving.
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PL: 20,877
HL: 62,631

Melee: 40%
Ki: 20%
Spd: 25%
Int: 20%

Ki bar - 100
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Summary – Zaneth gets into a staredown with Quart before preparing to leave with Jordan. Quart stops them but Zaneth wants to leave anyway.