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Kronos 'Aspara Arti'
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The Underground Experimentation Project - Feb 12, 2024 16:06:23 GMT -5

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Post by Kronos 'Aspara Arti' on Feb 12, 2024 16:06:23 GMT -5

Kronos was terrible at taking instructions, especially from authorities; doubly so from adults. A part of it was motivated by their own ego; the other merely out of an inherent skepticism of anyone that wanted to boss him around; most because he could count on one hand how many times these decisions had worked in his favor. What was most annoying is that these elders, his so-called betters--they'd never actually explain themselves to him. They'd treat Kronos like he was too stupid to know what was wrong and then yell at him when he wanted to know more. Every once in a while, they'd have the shame to come back and admit fault. But most never did. Some didn't even have a chance.

It said a lot, then, that for the first time in at least two years, from someone he'd hardly known for more than a day, Kronos shut up and listened. Not out of fear, not out of obligation, but respect. As stupid as it might've been, as much as he knew it was a bad idea--Kronos believed in Dion. There were a lot of questions to ask, and indeed, he was gonna chew him out something fierce for not finishing this guy off sooner--but they had priorities. First he had to win. Together...

With Dion leading the trio, Kronos flew several feet behind him as he relentlessly started to pummel Yangcong, an uncontrollable whirlwind of ki-infused punches that shook the teenager's body with every blow. A part of Kronos suspected that Dion wasn't lying about whatever history he had with him, but now he was sure. That was a fury you couldn't fake...

...and it left the scientist vulnerable!

Yangcong was reeling. His little suit was losing power. He was flat on his back on a metal bridge, right above a vat of destron. Dion had done his job: he'd taken the lead to weaken their enemy. And now it was time to finish him.

SHRKKK!

Kronos didn't breath or move or think, standing motionless for a few seconds while inspecting their body from afar. 'His energy's fading...for real, this time. I know some guys are good at faking it, but...his energy couldn't even compare to Dion's...'

'...we got him...I got him...!'

"WAHAHAHAHA!" Kronos belllowed definatly, backflipping in the air as the adrenaline fuelling his transformation finally started to recede. "KRONOS, TEEN OF TOMORROW, REMAINS UNDEFEATED! YOU USED ME FOR A MONTH! MADE ME BUILD YOUR WEAPON! HELP YOUR RESEARCH! I...you were gonna use that on people..."

"...and now you won't. Will ya?" He had returned to his scrawny, normal size, more bruised than ever but still standing. The look on his face was a mixture between his regular, uber-confident grin and something a bit more...serious. The events of the past few minutes were bombastic enough to distract the teenager from his emotions, but with Yangcong defeated...

"...you gave me a tail again," Kronos croaked hideously. "It's...it's honestly kind of funny. I can't put into words how much I hate you. You nearly destroyed the capital with me in it. You took my technology to do that again. You turned me into...into one of those Great Ape freaks. You betrayed me."

In lieu of the tears running down his face again, Kronos sheathed their sword and started to walk away from the group--both Yangcong, Prim and Dion. "Do whatever you want, asshole. I'll take any research that's worth a damn on my out. And as for you, Dion..."

They sighed and gave him a joyless look, unable to fully make eye contact. "Leave me alone for a while, okay? I...I appreciate the help. But I wanna be...alone...for a minute. God...my head..."

It was obvious from the cadence of Kronos's words that he was on the verge of passing out, be it from the immense stress wearing off him or the damage he'd sustained. Falling asleep here was an unwise decision, and asking to be abandoned on top of that was even worse. Whether his choice would be respected or not, though, was the other's choice.

WC: 689
TWC: 4091.
Attempted thread Exit! Dion can leave him alone, but he's probably not doing that. Unless he wakes him up.

Last Edit: Feb 12, 2024 16:06:56 GMT -5 by Kronos 'Aspara Arti'

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The Underground Experimentation Project - Feb 13, 2024 0:53:22 GMT -5 Kronos 'Aspara Arti' likes this

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Post by Dion on Feb 13, 2024 0:53:22 GMT -5

While the two seemed content to either sulk or celebrate their decisive victory over the evildoer, Dion's originally fury-filled face appeared crestfallen upon closer notice. Right as his assault collided directly into the goading posture of Yangcong, he was shocked to see his combat armor immediately break away into the air around them. The villainous figure's suit being torn asunder from the sheer force of the attack as pieces of ripped metal and shrapnel were flung about in every direction. The battling bartender was completely taken aback his own showing of strength- a display that left the older man staggering over his own feet. Perfectly placed for what Dion intended to be the final, but not necessarily lethal blow.

But before he could even begin to make his final move, the hotheaded hurriedness of Kronos took over- Dion's eyes widening in further shock and dismay as the unrelenting Oozaru quickly overpowered the clearly weakened opposition, forcing him off the railing and into a nearby vat of what he perceived to be Destron down below.

Shouting, the young man nearly went over the railing himself- moving in an instant to where Yangcong had fallen from, watching as his body toppled into the bubbling liquid's toxic embrace. Knuckles whitening at the sheer tightness of his iron grip upon the railing's metal safety bars, his expression shifted from that of an angered do-gooder to a man riddled with guilt and other varying, confusing emotions.

Yes, Yangcong was by all means evil. Yes, in a roundabout way, he completely deserved what was coming to him.

But was it still, in the end, the right thing to have done?

Of course, there was much nuance to this whole situation as a whole. Dion couldn't have predicted Yangcong's suit being as brittle as it happened to be when put under the pressure of his newfound power, and he was almost certain Kronos hadn't meant to toss him over the edge with his own attack as he did (something told him the youth would've wanted to drag it out for as long as he could), so in almost every avenue of thinking, this wasn't at all a shortcoming of Dion's own doing.

And yet, the guilt still simmered just below the surface of his own subdued posture. His once overflowing power now dissipating as his body began to bring itself down from fifth gear. A torrent of thoughts now running through his mind, before the angered outbursts that came of the still injured Prim shocked him back to the reality of the situation.

This place was not in the best of shape. And it was most certainly near its melting point, if the constant shaking and the consistent blaring of the alarms was anything to take note of.

Choosing to focus on the morality of the situation at a later date, Dion regained some semblance of his bearings as he looked over at Prim with a piercing glare.

"Listen, I get it's none of my business, but this place is coming apart at the seams, and I don't want to see Yangcong claim any more lives than he already has because we chose to be overzealous in taking apart the spoils this battle has left over," reasoned the Saiyan as he then looked over to Kronos for confirmation- only to realize that the youth was just about to collapse out of pure exhaustion. Pausing for a moment, the brotherly bartender immediately scooped up the half-Saiyan in his arms, carrying him fireman's style as he looked back over at Prim with a pleading look upon his face.

"I can't force you to do anything- really, I can't. I've got someone here that I care about and need to get to safety first and foremost. But trust me when I say that I don't want to see any further suffering borne of Yangcong's doing. Get out of here, destroy the place if you must- but don't let it destroy you."

    With that, Dion, carrying the now unconscious boy in his arms, blasted a hole directly though the failing facility itself- digging a pathway that spanned all the way back to the surface and blasting through it in an utter blur of speed and agility.

Today might have been a complete mess, and he would have surely worried the likes of Amara and Zhalla with his sudden departure- but one thing was for certain.

Kronos was safe, and that's all that mattered to him.

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The Underground Experimentation Project - Feb 13, 2024 3:29:25 GMT -5

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Post by Prim on Feb 13, 2024 3:29:25 GMT -5

Prim might be a dick, but in the end they owed the kid nothing. Not as a monkey or otherwise. The research and whatever they were planning with Yangcong weren't important to them and never were. Their anger and rage was focused entirely on the torture and trickery the man, a wanted man with a price on his head, brought upon Prim personally. The Kashvar eventually calmed itself, rubbing at its irritated eyes as Prim struggled to look while they were all sicko mode.

"Yeah Yeah Yeah. I don't think a building is going to take me down, though. With him out of commission, I just need to pick him up and destroy what's left of this miserable place. You can take the kid and go wherever you like."
Dion would see the tattoos fade away as Prim eventually lifted a hand to the vat of destron. They didn't bother giving the saiyan the stink eye back, or arguing with his warning. Opting to instead just stand there and wait. It seemed Prim would be left alone once the two of them stopped worrying and bothering them. Whether they'd see the pointy-eared alien again or not was a frustration for another time. Earth would be much of a waste if all this time running around was spent on Yangcong with nothing to show.

"I'll have his head, and then I'll never have to worry about this stupid planet again."
The hate-filled kashvar would grit their teeth and fire off a few blasts of ki at the vat to punch holes into it. All while the facility around them crumbled. It would quickly empty the deadly mixture onto the floor beneath them and release vapors just barely out of harm's reach from their little walkway here. What they'd end up finding was the lack of a body; Something Destron wasn't typically known to do was eat entire corpses so quickly.

Whoever was left in the facility would have a bad day as Prim tore through walls, entering back out of the warehouse floor room and helping take out the concrete supports that kept entire floors up. It was short work, given their blasts could puncture the architecture. The pair, or Dion since the other went on a snooze cruise, could see even as they left the place that bright blue blasts were erupting from the place. Prim only helped to accelerate the collapse before leaving this place.

To call it a bad few days was an understatement.

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Last Edit: Feb 13, 2024 3:29:36 GMT -5 by Prim

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