Post by Zuqetta on Dec 27, 2023 4:09:00 GMT -5
The atmosphere was heavy with the sins of the fallen, grief and strife in equal measure permeated the air while hate and rage left and aftertaste in ones mouth with each breath. The scent of blood and cotton candy cut through the crowds from afar, a stale, dreaded cacophony of experiences that coupled well with the eerie chorus of distant screams and carnival music...
Wait... did... am I in the right place??
Clad entirely in black, despite being in hell Zuqetta surprisingly stood out like a sore thumb amongst the dearly departed going about their daily lives(?) in Limbo Town. Her outfit was simple, a one piece, a cloak, a pair of boots; but as simple as it appeared, in comparison to the surprising variety of styles in the town she might as well have looked like an assassin. It didn't help that she was basing a bit of her attire off of Jinichi's outfit, but it wasn't like she knew he was some kind of trained ninja assassin!
Still, her outfit served a deeper purpose; her Mana Veil was at maximum power, likely making the magic that radiated off of her palpable to some. Her sister had warned her of the potential effects of lingering in Hell for too long; whether she was telling the truth or teasing was another story but better safe than sorry. Zuqetta had no intention of letting the darker aspects of her powers overwhelm her as they'd done in the past, and so clad herself in such a manner to prevent contamination from the devilish atmosphere around her.
How long has it even been since I came here? she'd question to herself, her concept of time stripped away by the environment, It's certainly different judging by... everything, but- Her attention was drawn to the ferris wheel in the distance, leaving her all the more confused, If I didn't know better, I'd swear that was Sparking Land. She gave a small shake of her head, dismissing the thought, such things weren't why she was here after all. While surreal from what she believed Hell to be, she was sure she'd made it to the correct destination; indiscernible monsters, patrolling ogres, species coming from all walks of life including planets she'd never even heard of, all formed into a community here. One detail stood out the most out of all things however... besides the ogres and what she could only surmise to be the occasional demon, pretty much EVERYONE had a halo above their head! Everyone... except her, which was likely what was causing more stares and spiteful gazes than her outfit ever would!
"Gah! Damn it!" She'd spit, prompting a nearby ogre to rise up rather quickly for his size, alert and ready to deal out punishment to anyone acting out. Zuqetta however, was quick to duck into an alleyway, avoiding notice entirely; it didn't matter if she could take the guy down or not, she wasn't here to pick a fight. "Hours, days... I don't even know anymore-" she'd say, giving a heavy sigh as she slumped against the wall behind her, "Potate, where the hell... err, IN hell are you?" she'd groan, looking up towards the ominous sky above her.
Potate, her father, was the reason she'd come to this not quite so god forsaken place. Zerori had forgiven her, and Zuqetta believed she could have left things well enough alone but the inner turmoil and regret pestered her too much to ignore. She'd orchestrated his death, she'd dismissed her fathers guards, deactivated any security measures, and informed his servants of the moment he'd be at his weakest. She recalled watching the manor burn from afar as she stood atop a cliff in the distance, raided by those who held a grudge against the man for the way he'd treated them. His death was on her hands regardless of what anyone said, and yet... she found no solace in it. She needed to see him again, she needed to get the pent up frustrations that plagued her out and finally bring that chapter of her life to a close. Hell was a big place however, and she hadn't a clue of where to look...
Form: Base (x1)
Base PL: 141,559
Current PL: 141,559
KP: 6/6 (--)
MP: 0/6 (--)
DMG: 0% / 270% (--%)
Status: --
Passive Effects:
Bare-Knuckle Brawler: +5% Boost to Defensive Techniques; excluding Evasive
Impossible Recovery: Only suffer -75% HP when wounded
Noble Blood: Total DMG Threshold +20%, Critical DMG Threshold +30%
Saiyan Pride: +10% Technique Boost when at or above 100% DMG (Inactive)
Resources:
Burning Ki: Spend Momentum to regain Ki at 2:1 Ratio (One Use)
Impossible Recovery: Use Second Wind even if already transformed (One Use)
Items: --
Wait... did... am I in the right place??
Clad entirely in black, despite being in hell Zuqetta surprisingly stood out like a sore thumb amongst the dearly departed going about their daily lives(?) in Limbo Town. Her outfit was simple, a one piece, a cloak, a pair of boots; but as simple as it appeared, in comparison to the surprising variety of styles in the town she might as well have looked like an assassin. It didn't help that she was basing a bit of her attire off of Jinichi's outfit, but it wasn't like she knew he was some kind of trained ninja assassin!
Still, her outfit served a deeper purpose; her Mana Veil was at maximum power, likely making the magic that radiated off of her palpable to some. Her sister had warned her of the potential effects of lingering in Hell for too long; whether she was telling the truth or teasing was another story but better safe than sorry. Zuqetta had no intention of letting the darker aspects of her powers overwhelm her as they'd done in the past, and so clad herself in such a manner to prevent contamination from the devilish atmosphere around her.
How long has it even been since I came here? she'd question to herself, her concept of time stripped away by the environment, It's certainly different judging by... everything, but- Her attention was drawn to the ferris wheel in the distance, leaving her all the more confused, If I didn't know better, I'd swear that was Sparking Land. She gave a small shake of her head, dismissing the thought, such things weren't why she was here after all. While surreal from what she believed Hell to be, she was sure she'd made it to the correct destination; indiscernible monsters, patrolling ogres, species coming from all walks of life including planets she'd never even heard of, all formed into a community here. One detail stood out the most out of all things however... besides the ogres and what she could only surmise to be the occasional demon, pretty much EVERYONE had a halo above their head! Everyone... except her, which was likely what was causing more stares and spiteful gazes than her outfit ever would!
"Gah! Damn it!" She'd spit, prompting a nearby ogre to rise up rather quickly for his size, alert and ready to deal out punishment to anyone acting out. Zuqetta however, was quick to duck into an alleyway, avoiding notice entirely; it didn't matter if she could take the guy down or not, she wasn't here to pick a fight. "Hours, days... I don't even know anymore-" she'd say, giving a heavy sigh as she slumped against the wall behind her, "Potate, where the hell... err, IN hell are you?" she'd groan, looking up towards the ominous sky above her.
Potate, her father, was the reason she'd come to this not quite so god forsaken place. Zerori had forgiven her, and Zuqetta believed she could have left things well enough alone but the inner turmoil and regret pestered her too much to ignore. She'd orchestrated his death, she'd dismissed her fathers guards, deactivated any security measures, and informed his servants of the moment he'd be at his weakest. She recalled watching the manor burn from afar as she stood atop a cliff in the distance, raided by those who held a grudge against the man for the way he'd treated them. His death was on her hands regardless of what anyone said, and yet... she found no solace in it. She needed to see him again, she needed to get the pent up frustrations that plagued her out and finally bring that chapter of her life to a close. Hell was a big place however, and she hadn't a clue of where to look...
Utility Technique || Mana Veil is Active!
(Cannot be sensed by characters without the Eagle Eyed Trait)
(Using 1 Guiding Candle for this trip!)
(Cannot be sensed by characters without the Eagle Eyed Trait)
(Using 1 Guiding Candle for this trip!)
Form: Base (x1)
Base PL: 141,559
Current PL: 141,559
KP: 6/6 (--)
MP: 0/6 (--)
DMG: 0% / 270% (--%)
Status: --
Passive Effects:
Bare-Knuckle Brawler: +5% Boost to Defensive Techniques; excluding Evasive
Impossible Recovery: Only suffer -75% HP when wounded
Noble Blood: Total DMG Threshold +20%, Critical DMG Threshold +30%
Saiyan Pride: +10% Technique Boost when at or above 100% DMG (Inactive)
Resources:
Burning Ki: Spend Momentum to regain Ki at 2:1 Ratio (One Use)
Impossible Recovery: Use Second Wind even if already transformed (One Use)
Items: --
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WC - 707 |
TWC - 707 |