Let the Battles Begin!

Gira
Team Z

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PL: 161,000
XP: 7,463
Awakened Fury (x5)
Super Saiyan (x18)

Tag: @gira
Posts: 509 Male

Item Malus: 3,875

Minion PL: 1,000
Minion Forms: #1 Fan (x3)

Let the Battles Begin! Sept 10, 2024 19:32:04 GMT -5

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Post by Gira on Sept 10, 2024 19:32:04 GMT -5

Gira was absolutely pumped! At last, the day of the tournament had come. She had looked through the sign up papers and she knew that this was going to be a tournament for the history books! She recognized a lot of the names, but there were also many that she didn't recognize. There were even a couple of names that gave her pause... mainly Maxsuz. Why would he be here, participating in a tournament run by her of all people? It didn't really matter in the grand scheme of things. As long as he came here to fight in the tournament and follow the rules, then the young warrior figured that she had nothing to worry about.

As Gira bounded up the stairs to the elevator that would take her from the basement to the ground floor, Kaci followed along behind her.

"You heading to the ground floor? People should start showing up soon." To this question, Gira nodded with a big grin.

"You bet! I wanna make sure i'm there to greet every last one of them and get a feel for each of them." She placed her hands on her hips, visions of all the strong fighters she would be facing racing through her mind.

"You sure you don't just want to take advantage of the free eats?" Kaci smirked playfully and nudged Gira on the side, to which the Saiyan laughed.

"That's part of it, sure. Let me tell ya, Kaci, that chef robot is probably your greatest invention of all time. He sure knows how to cook! He's a pretty angry guy, though." Gira began rubbing her belly as she heard a low growl rumble from within.

"Yeah, I programmed him to basically be like that famous chef, Randy Gorman. Ya know, the "IT'S RAW" guy? I trained the android on over eight hundred hours of all of Randy Gorman's shows and podcasts just to make sure the personality is just right." Kaci grinned with pride as she discussed her creation.

"Ah, yeah, I thought I heard his voice somewhere before. Either way, he's an absolute wizard in the kitchen." Gira and Kaci had begun to approach the elevator when a voice called out from behind them.

"Yo, wait for me!" It was Gira's friend and sidekick, Skivvy; the Great Saiyalad. The two stopped in front of the elevator as Gira's young ward caught up, panting from having run from his room all the way up to the elevators.

"You weren't... gonna... leave me behind... right?" He managed to gasp out to the two older girls. Gira laughed and pat him on the shoulder.

"You looked like you were sleeping real good. I didn't wanna wake you. Besides, you're not participating in the tournament, anyway." Skivvy crossed his arms in a huff.

"You don't have to remind me, but that doesn't mean that I didn't wanna watch! I at least wanna catch your matches. I haven't seen you fight actual strong people before; just the weirdo villains on Earth. I wouldn't miss this for the world." Kaci opened up the elevator as Gira and Skivvy conversed, the three of them stepping inside and being carried up to the ground floor of Saiyagirl Tower. Once they exited the elevator and made their way down the hall to the commons area, Gira took in a deep smell, greeted by the tantalizing smells of the gourmet meals created by their Robo-Randy. There were large tables set up for everyone to sit at, including a buffet on either side of the large chamber. All different kinds of meat, vegetables, and other gourmet soups and dishes were present. There was a little something for every taste.

"Well, i'm heading up to prep. See ya guys around." Kaci waved and proceeded to head up to the control room to complete her last minute preparations for the tournament, leaving Gira and Skivvy seated at one of the tables. Gira, despite being a Saiyan, was polite. She wouldn't be eating just yet. Not until some people began to show up.

TWC: 676

Important Links

Gira's Ways and Means (Plotter)
Gira's Voice Claim
Gira's Theme

Yakito
Armored Squadron

STATS
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PL: 150,000
XP: 10,281
Crimson Samsara (x16)

Tag: @yakito
Posts: 344

Item Malus: 7,500

Let the Battles Begin! Sept 10, 2024 20:21:54 GMT -5 Gira likes this

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Post by Yakito on Sept 10, 2024 20:21:54 GMT -5

Was Yakito first to arrive? Maybe, maybe not, but he was pretty goddamn close! He woke up at the earliest hour of the morning in his little apartment in East City —felt good to be back home after all this time spent on the Arcose— to get himself squeaky clean. With a good shower and some fragrant cologne bestowed upon his androgynous body, the Squadmate made his way to the living room where he bedecked himself with his black gi unitard he had ironed out the day prior before firmly tying the form-fitting clothes at the waist with a red sash.

Did he eschew breakfast? Of course he did! He had heard about the buffet that was to be held in Gira's brand new Saiyagirl Tower and planned to absolutely gorge himself with chef Randy Gorman's famous cuisine.

The trip from East City to the Gizard Wasteland had been a rather smooth thing all thanks to the gravidisc woven under the back fabric of Yakito's training outfit. It was an implement he received from Emperor Ticoga's armory and planned to put it to good use in the impending tournament. Yes, Yakito wouldn't shy away from using absolutely everything he had at his disposal since the use of weapons was allowed.

As such, it is with that cream of the crop experimental ray gun safely stashed in the drop leg holster worn around the enormous bulk of his thigh that the young martial artist showed up at the foot of the Saiyagirl Tower. He made a smooth and masterful landing, punctuating its end with a triple frontflip where his body was tightly coiled in a small ball before unfurling with an excited hop once his bare soles touched the ground. "YIPPEEEEE!!!" With the exuberance of a child about to unravel his birthday presents, Yakito practically gamboled into the tower's ground floor where Gira and one of her friends were seated.

"Howdy, Gira! Long time no see, uh?" Actually, they saw each other not too long ago when they accosted that weird android looking to stir some trouble in Central City — at least that tense encounter ended up with the two of them enjoying some pizza. Regardless of the actual date when their paths last crossed, Yakito was happy to see Gira, as indicated by the plump of his lips quirking up in a jubilant grin as he approached closer from the #1 saiyagirl. "I'm here to kick some butts! First thing first..." His stomach bellowed out with a fierce growl. The Squadmate regarded it with a small tap before looking up to Gira with puppy eyes. "Can I have a bite of all that good stuff? Heard about it and I knew it'd be wise to skip a meal to enjoy the feast to its fullest extent..." Yakito ogled the delicious-looking assortment of foods with flaring nostrils and pupils dilated into thin, predatorial slits.

PL: 138,000 (Yakito is in his Base form.)

UT used: Imperial Arsenal: Gravitational Disc

KP: 6/6 - MP: 0/6 - HP: 000/250 - CDN: N/A

Traits: Bare-Knuckle Brawler [ACTIVE], Be Prepared [INACTIVE], Self-Sacrifice [1/1], Turtle School Secrets [INACTIVE]
Active Items [2/2]: Elite Arm Blaster [1/1], Sno Ruby [1/1]
Passive Items: Armor Lining [1/1], Dyno Capsule [1/1]
Flavor Items: Jet Squirrel, Rainbow Scouter, Weighted Teddy [INACTIVE]

Post: #1
WC: 483
TWC: 483

Plotter
The Squadmate enters the fray!
Current Item XP: 30,000 XP
Current Item Malus: 7,500 XP

Spot
Rising Soul

STATS
STUFF
SIDES

PL: 34,000
XP: 8,401
1% (x4)

Tag: @ftagn
Posts: 92 Male

Item Malus: 5,000

Let the Battles Begin! Sept 11, 2024 4:26:16 GMT -5

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Post by Spot on Sept 11, 2024 4:26:16 GMT -5

FTAGN was here. Why? The answer cannot be determined with any certainty. How? By virtue of not being anywhere else— though, while we’re at it, was barely here, either.

The thing that signed up to the Tournament under suspicious circumstances was, apparently, called ‘FTAGN’. This much was rather odd! Perhaps more odd was the thing that the name ‘FTAGN’ apparently applied to, insofar as anything could truly apply to such a void:

had the silhouette of a 4’6.4” tall humanoid, though the species couldn’t be any more apparent than that. had no hair, clothes, identifying features, ki, shadow, or gender indicators, and even lacked any facial features, though the textureless ‘vantablack’ of appearance made that impossible to verify front-on.

FTAGN stood out from the feast chamber’s corner. had been there the whole time.

”Hello~!” If anyone was familiar, was that Erebos’ voice was speaking in, the word reproduced exactly as FTAGN had heard it. ”I’m here!” Now was blending words, including taking words from the biodroid Cephala. ”Pay no mind!”

did not sit down or eat. simply stood there, observing. Picking up data. Perceiving, taking in, patterns... of things, voices, appearances, personalities; everything that made a person and more.

How very odd!

Base PL: 34,000 (but Antisense).

If the grammar seems strange, remember, FTAGN is pronounless in my third-person omniscient writing. Well, mostly omniscient, anyway.

KP: 6/6
MP: 0/6
HP: 0/310%

Damage dealt to Cephala: 0%.
Damage dealt to Erebos: 0%.
Damage dealt to Gira: 0%.
Damage dealt to Yakito: 0%.

Unspent Resources:
Candy Beam: 2/2
Absorption: 1/1
Mimicry: 3/3

Spot

Spreadsheet

Marimba
The Orchestra

STATS
STUFF
SIDES

PL: 143,708
XP: 4,635
Great Namek (x5)
Caste Hero (x16)

Tag: @gamerishkt
Posts: 265 Male

Item Malus: 6,500

Let the Battles Begin! Sept 11, 2024 6:59:45 GMT -5 Yakito likes this

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Post by Marimba on Sept 11, 2024 6:59:45 GMT -5

Vuvuzela re-checked the number he was given. He wore the same apparel as he always did when taking on this persona: an expensive brown business suit, a white undershirt, a red tie, black shoes, and a short brown-haired toupee covering his bald head. He was an obese, towering, fair-skinned ogre of a man who walked with a heavy step over to take his assigned seat. His body exuded a foul, sour-smelling odor masked with expensive cologne.

He would pick up his menu and bury his face in it, eyes and ki senses surveying the competition in the room. It seemed that he had arrived earlier than many of the other contestants. As it stood, he recognized two people in the room and wasn't happy to see either of them.

They were Yakito, The Armored Squadron Champion of Arcose, and Gira, the murderous Saiyan Traitor to the Hoken. There were also two weakling girls flanking Gira, who were likely not contestants, and some bizarre humanoid shadow that, for some reason, Vuvuzela didn't like looking at. Flagging over the robot waiter, he announced his order.

"I'LL HAVE THE ROAST BEEF WITH CARAMELISED ONION GRAVY, ROASTED ROOT VEGETABLES WITH CRUSHED PEPITAS, AND THE BIGGEST PITCHER OF WATER YOU CAN GIVE ME."

"Anything Else?"

"NO."

As the waiter returned to the kitchen to deliver the order, Vuvuzela placed his menu down, unable to help but give an uncomfortably long look at Yakito. He was most definitely a wanted man on Arcose by now after his recent altercation with Delta Sentinel. He wondered if the agent knew about this or if there were any plans to try and capture him at the tournament. Still, even if he had an imperial ban and was labeled as a pirate, he was safer appearing as this human than if he had shown up in his true Namekian form. At worst, the former was a mid-class criminal, but the ladder was their public enemy #2.

The Daimao had considered using a different disguise altogether, but it would have only led to it falling apart the moment he needed to unleash his true power. Vuvuzela had trained for a long time to become one with his false second layer of whitened skin, and he was now able to endure intensive battle without it coming off or even showing oddities. What he had on now was genuinely the best he could do.

WC: 401. PL: 141,784. (Feel of Ki Altered by Disguise Race)

UT(s): Disguise Race, Mutate Form.

Last Edit: Sept 11, 2024 7:00:21 GMT -5 by Marimba

Marimba's Plotter

Lottus
Indomitable Force

STATS
STUFF
SIDES

PL: 168,810
XP: 0
Wrathful (x5)
Restrained Super Saiyan (x18)

Tag: @lottus
Posts: 935

Item Malus: 1,250

Let the Battles Begin! Sept 11, 2024 13:04:27 GMT -5 Gira and Yakito like this

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Post by Lottus on Sept 11, 2024 13:04:27 GMT -5

The tower Lottus found himself looking at was something more akin to a fortress at first glance, though it lacked typical exterior walls or other defenses. Something more for show, perhaps. He'd gotten a narrow eyed warning from Jagaimo to behave while on Earth - since it would reflect on Zuqetta. Personally, Lottus doubts Zuqetta needed her reputation protected; she was more than capable on her own merit. However, not getting access to the foods made at the Brawl Hole was more convincing.

There was always the opportunity to blow up the planet eventually, but for now it provided some entertainments. Grinning, Lottus steps through the entrance threshold, and into the ground floor room. Lottus takes a fast stock of his new surroundings, his eyes drawn first to the two separate displays of food left out in mounds. Controlling himself to not just jump at the opportunity to fill his stomach, the Saiyan turns his eyes on the weird-looking... whatever that thing was. His lip curls, there was something disturbing about it. Something oddly familiar about the odd feeling he was getting from it.

Lottus keeps walking, and passes Vuvuzela - then stops. Lottus' nose twitches as a familiar scent buried underneath the stench wafting off the rotund being reaches him. Lottus turns to look at Vuvuzela, and smirks at him. He says nothing to Vuvuzela, only making sure they made eye contact, and taps his nose, emitting a low, knowing chuckle. He turns his back on Vuvuzela, deciding this little tournament was going to be quite fun after all. He notices the blonde woman from the battle royal Jagaimo held - it was interesting to see how strong they actually were. A respectable strength, at least.

At last, Lottus stops in front of Gira and her cohorts, smirking down at Gira.

"Nice place. Though, it better be sturdy enough for me to cut loose." he says confidently. Lottus reaches forward, and attempts to flick Gira in the forehead. "That's for the prank gift. Now... Let's see what you've got to eat over there..."

PL: 160,600
KP: 6/6
MP: 0/6
HP: 0/280%
WC: 341

Items
Passive: Training Weights
Active: --

Traits:
Bulky - +10% HP
Noble Blood - +20% HP +30% Crit Threshold
Saiyan Pride (Inactive) - +10% Power to all Techs
Zenkai (1/1) - 100% Damage gain Zenkai Charge/200% Damage Gain Zenkai Charge
Restrained Might (Active) - +10% Power to all Techs
Aggressive Attacker (1) - Attack a Second Target (Must be different target than first)

Lottus recognizes Marimba through the Utility Technique || Hunter's Sense

Description: Having lived and hunted for food in exile, Lottus' Saiyan instincts have been heightened - whether technological, or magical, or a combination of the two, Lottus' nose cannot be tricked by illusions or holograms. Once Lottus has encountered a person, he will recognize their scent. *This technique is a counter UT, and cannot be used to counter Antisense.

Plotter: dbsparking.freeforums.net/thread/2784/lottus-plotter
Theme Song: www.youtube.com/watch?v=KlEBEthFVAA

Mister Steel
Renowned Power

STATS
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PL: 100,000
XP: 851
Warrior Focus (x3)
More Pain... (x5)
...Mad Gains! (x16)

Tag: @steel
Posts: 309 Male

Minion PL: 5
Minion Forms: Hardboiled (x4)

Minion PL: 5
Minion Forms: Hardboiled (x4)

Let the Battles Begin! Sept 11, 2024 20:25:21 GMT -5

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Post by Mister Steel on Sept 11, 2024 20:25:21 GMT -5

Donût, aka the Unbreakable Mister Steel, showed up without much fanfare for once. Sure, he'd brought along his usual, garish fighting outfit along with himself, and he was also riding on a sparkling Nimbus that didn't putt-putt-putter so much as it ZOOMED and KRAKOWED around... But he wasn't wearing his tacky fighting clothes (not to a place where Saiyans were eating). Instead, he was wearing a pair of hot-pink cowboy boots, a pair of worn denim jeans with a hole in the knee that were held up by a spiked belt, a black t-shirt, and a denim vest that had once been a jacket (before the sleeves were ripped off).

So, maybe still a rather loud outfit, but not nearly as awful on the eyes as his persona's getup. And, of course, Steel was still wearing his (now trademarked) mirror-lensed sunglasses. Oddly enough, he also had a backpack on.

A sonic boom still preceded his arrival, before the sparkling Nimbus that Steel rode slowed down and came to a halt a few feet in front of the door to Saiyagirl Tower and a foot or two above the ground. Steel walked up to knock on the door, but he found that it opened up for him before his knuckles even touched the grand gate. It let in to a large common area at the base of the tower, where huge dining tables had been set up in the center. Along the edges of the room were buffet tables absolutely STUFFED with enough food to feed a whole village of Saiyans for half-a-day at least... Which meant that Steel had just a bit of time to get something before it was all inhaled.

Unless there was a second feast scheduled for lunch. That or perhaps he could make a request to the robots that were rolling around, acting as waiters for more specialized orders and individual servings.

Either way, Steel picked up a plate and some silverware and headed to the tray of beef wellington that was labelled as "Randy Gorman style".

Steel has entered the thread!

PL: 96,000

Items: Sparkly Nimbus, Scouter Shades

WC: 342

Tinker
Potent Warrior

STATS
STUFF
SIDES

PL: 55,000
XP: 7,373
Opening Rally (x4)

Tag: @tinker
Posts: 121

Item Malus: 3,750

Let the Battles Begin! Sept 12, 2024 20:01:36 GMT -5

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Post by Tinker on Sept 12, 2024 20:01:36 GMT -5

Tinker wasn't really planning to head back to Earth so soon. Sure, the place was nice enough, but the new laws weren't something he wanted to deal with right now. However, considering the very public announcement of this Tournament, he figured it probably wouldn't be an issue for him. He'd wanted to sign up for one of these anyway, and it seemed like a good way to meet new people. Might not lead to anything, but it probably couldn't hurt. Well, not in any lasting way.

While Tinker wouldn't complain if he somehow took home a trophy, that didn't mean he in any way expected to take victory in his division. The people here presumably had a good idea of how to fight, probably much better than he did, with his own experience being rather limited. Even if the weight classes meant he wasn't fighting a monster like Lottus, he would need tons of luck and skill to win.

Speaking of Lottus, he was the only guy the Fauxbian knew about among those gathered as he walked through the door onto the ground floor. He recognized Gira from the broadcast, but he didn't know about her outside this tourney. While he was a little cautious being around Lottus, Tinker figured it'd probably be fine. At worst, he probably wasn't gonna wind up his target, and he wasn't the one getting punched by the Saiyan in this tournament.

Among who he assumed were the competitors, besides the two Saiyans, there was an excitable blonde human, an absolutely massive guy in a fancy suit, and a bearded guy he vaguely thought he saw somewhere. Maybe an online ad. All looked human, so Tinker assumed they were among the first to arrive since they lived on the planet. The Fauxbian felt there was another here, and there certainly was a humanoid something, but it gave him a headache when he thought about the matter. So, he'd ignore it for now and hope it didn't become an issue for him later. On that note, he approached Gira like the Saiyan and blonde.

"Nice work with the robots, never learned how to get 'em runnin' properly. Guessin' one of you made 'em?" Tinker asked the host and her present friend, nodding at the waiter-bot moving away from the big man. Admittedly, robots were a bit of a pain for him. While he could probably repair one or do some upgrades if asked, anything about their behaviour was a blind spot for the crocodile. Even if he didn't understand, he could certainly respect their construction and the fact they were running at all. "Name's Tinker, by the way. Pleased to meet ya."

Tinker wasn't dressed any differently than normal for now, with the blue hoodie, black sweatpants and headphones. He was also the shortest at 4"2, as expected, even counting the maybe-existing. His glance went to the pile of food, noting that the blonde was looking at it far more intently than him. The spread was way fancier than what the reptile was used to eating. Not that it didn't look delicious, and not that he wasn't hungry, but he wasn't sure what to pick with food like this...

PL: 50,000

Stats
|| KP: 6/6 (-) || MP: 0/6 (-) || DMG: 0/250 (-)||

Resources
||Fastest in the Universe: 0/2 || Extraterrestial: 0/2||

Passives
|| Survivalist || Hunter ||

WC: 534

Plotter

Gira
Team Z

STATS
STUFF
SIDES

PL: 161,000
XP: 7,463
Awakened Fury (x5)
Super Saiyan (x18)

Tag: @gira
Posts: 509 Male

Item Malus: 3,875

Minion PL: 1,000
Minion Forms: #1 Fan (x3)

Let the Battles Begin! Sept 12, 2024 21:05:58 GMT -5

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Post by Gira on Sept 12, 2024 21:05:58 GMT -5

Gira grinned when she saw that Yakito was the first to arrive. The earthling greeted her, to which Gira waved with enthusiasm.

"Yakito! Good to see ya, dude! I saw your name on the sign up papers. Glad you could make it. There should be some pretty stiff competition, but I wouldn't have it any other way! I'm so excited, I can barely even think about eating!" Gira bounced in her seat like a small, excited child.

"Does that mean I can have your portion?" Skivvy asked with a playful smirk.

"Hey, I said I can barely think about eating. Not that i'm not going to eat." Gira grinned broadly and stood up, clapping Yakito on the shoulder.

"Have as much food as ya want. I had Randy-bot make enough food to serve several Saiyans, so there's plenty for everyone! We've got a great variety too, so you should be able to find something that'll suit you. Me personally, i'm gonna get some meat. I like taking in as much protein as possible before a big fight." The young Saiyan laughed and prepared to head over to the buffet, but she couldn't help but notice a strange creature that had made itself known. It spoke with a strange amalgamation of voices, but Gira could recognize one of them as belonging to Cephala, the biodroid that she had defeated outside this very tower not long ago. It kind of gave her the creeps, but they seemed nice enough, so Gira gave them a friendly wave.

"Yo! Glad you could make it! Help yourself to some food. You eat, right?" The young warrior then noticed a man ordering his food. His desires seemed rather fancy, but Gira was confident that Randy-bot would be able to accommodate him. Then came one of the participants she was waiting for the most; Lottus. He approached her after entering the tower, complimenting the place, but warning her that it had better be sturdy enough for him.

"Yeah, I tested everything myself. If it can handle me, it will absolutely be able to handle you." She then noticed him moving to give her a flick on the forehead. She moved her hand to intercept, catching Lottus's finger between her middle and index fingers. She smirked with excitement. It seemed that those two beatdowns she had gotten between Maxsuz and Lottus had given her a great amount of strength. Just from what she could feel, Gira was pretty sure that she edged him out in terms of power.

"What do you mean, "prank gift?" I just thought you could use a real bath for once. You're welcome, by the way." Gira gave Lottus a coy smile. Despite her words, she was happy that Lottus understood the joke. Despite what one would think about his usual way of interacting with people, he was actually quite intelligent when he wanted to be. She released his finger, stretching her back out as if she was anticipating a fight at any moment.

"Glad you're here. I can't wait to knock you from the tournament myself. Just make sure you give me a good fight before I beat you, 'kay?" Gira followed Lottus to the buffet, grabbing a plate and stacking it high with every form of animal in the animal kingdom cooked every kind of way; slow roasted, grilled, sautéed, and fried. After she got her food, Gira sat back down where she was. Once Tinker arrived, he approached her and complimented the robots, causing her to blush with embarrassment.

"Uh... thanks! They're actually the work of my friend, Kaci. She's a wizard with technology. I probably wouldn't have been able to build a tower like this without her help. You good with technology, too? If so, I bet you and Kaci would get along swimmingly." Gira grinned at the crocodile man before grabbing a leg of slow roasted mutton and taking a massive bite. It was so tender and juicy that it practically fell off the bone at the slightest touch. She had to properly compliment Kaci about Randy-bot when she got the chance.

TWC: 1360

Important Links

Gira's Ways and Means (Plotter)
Gira's Voice Claim
Gira's Theme

Yakito
Armored Squadron

STATS
STUFF
SIDES

PL: 150,000
XP: 10,281
Crimson Samsara (x16)

Tag: @yakito
Posts: 344

Item Malus: 7,500

Let the Battles Begin! Sept 12, 2024 21:31:41 GMT -5

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Post by Yakito on Sept 12, 2024 21:31:41 GMT -5

In retrospect, perhaps it was a bit silly for Yakito to come up to Gira to ask her if he could sample the food given that most individuals eschewed the decorum. Still, he didn't miss the opportunity to exchange some pleasantries with his friend! "Yah! I couldn't miss an opportunity like that; it's been forever since I had a proper martial arts competition on Earth. Honestly, I'm pumped for it! The competition looks ruthless..." He quickly looked over his shoulder, spotting that goliath of a Saiyan who he met at the Brawl Hole approaching. "I'll leave you to it. Looking forward to see the others fight and if that tower of yours can withstand the truest of tests! Itadakimasu~" That last word came with a little praying gesture, showing his gratefulness for the host's generosity.

Yakito then made haste at scampering toward the buffet where he built up a bit of a mound on a singular plate — a modest amount of food for someone of the saiyan species, but it was plenty for an earthling with a slower metabolism. Knowing better than to skip on good sources of vitamins and fibers, Yakito's combined the likes of sliced, marinated meats and blanched veggies with a plentiful amount of udon noodles that he drizzled with a luscious teriyaki sauce. "Delicious~" He said with a mouthful being noisily slurped, splattering some of that sauce over his chin and lips. He dabbed the mess away with a napkin before engulfing the rest of his plate.

Given how he finished his plate without even sitting at a table, it almost looked as if the Squadmate was in a hurry...

In a way, it was kinda true; not that he didn't want to meet the competition, but he needed to call his ma on VisageTime and get some stretches out of the way to ensure the spryness of his body. As such, he sneakily made his way to the upper floors of the tower to get some reps in.

Perhaps this hurried behavior prevented him from coming across someone who regarded him with profound detestation, hate...

PL: 138,000 (Yakito is in his Base form.)

Notes: Yakito exits the thread!

UT used: N/A

KP: 6/6 - MP: 0/6 - HP: 000/250 - CDN: N/A

Traits: Bare-Knuckle Brawler [ACTIVE], Be Prepared [INACTIVE], Self-Sacrifice [1/1], Turtle School Secrets [INACTIVE]
Active Items [2/2]: Elite Arm Blaster [1/1], Sno Ruby [1/1]
Passive Items: Armor Lining [1/1], Dyno Capsule [1/1]
Flavor Items: Jet Squirrel, Rainbow Scouter, Weighted Teddy [INACTIVE]

Post: #2
WC: 350
TWC: 833

Last Edit: Sept 12, 2024 21:39:28 GMT -5 by Yakito

Plotter
The Squadmate enters the fray!
Current Item XP: 30,000 XP
Current Item Malus: 7,500 XP

Maxsuz Argin
The Orchestra

STATS
STUFF
SIDES

PL: 168,000
XP: 45
Hyera (x4)
Dákron (x14)
Elemental Dákron (x19)

Tag: @maxsuz
Posts: 626 Male

Item Malus: 12,000

Let the Battles Begin! Sept 12, 2024 21:40:44 GMT -5

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Post by Maxsuz Argin on Sept 12, 2024 21:40:44 GMT -5

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It was almost surreal for Maxsuz to believe he had actually shown up at Saiyagirl Tower, given his heavy history with the hostess of the entire great martial arts tournament: the traitor of the Mazoku and himself, Gira. Then again, the alkaguírio could not pass the opportunity to defeat many of the most powerful warriors in the Universe, as well as the chance to face both the betrayer and Lottus again. His excitement was almost palpable, yet he had a very defined role to play.

After enough training adapting to his new Hollowl Zul persona against Jackie, the Maestro headed to the entrance of the great tower with confidence and security. His body had completely shifted on a celular level, to the point of being unrecognizable. His voice was different, his eyes were cerulean blue, his hair blonde and falling to the sides. Even his alkaguírio cloak and leather armor had been transformed from black and dark red, to white with dark brown. Even his Fenrhus sword had changed from a pale longsword to a black katana.

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The himônus walked through the great walls of the tower, finding a vast hall where an entire feasting event was being organized by machines and robots of all kinds and sizes. The Argin immediately analyzed the entire location in silent. There were many peculiar individuals already gathering around the colossal mounds of food: his orchestral partner, Marimba, disguised as Vuvuzela just like he did in their mercenary days; Lottus, the World Destroyer; Gira, the Mazoku Traitor, whose Maxsuz still could not decide what his true feelings towards were.

There was a blonde... Human that left the hall right when he arrive, though the Argin couldn't really tell their gender by just looks. Regardless, their árula felt disgustingly familiar to someone else's. For the moment, he could not really tell, but it gave him a unpleasant feeling.

He also spotted a fauxbian, though that one was quite different than Striker, more reptilian than mammal, a human man wearing some funny clothing, and a... What in the Evertérium was that thing? Maxsuz could not really tell, nor he care much, really. All present, except for the ones he took note of firstly were weaklings, unworthy of his time.

Wishing to just keep appearances up, the himônus simply took a seat near the disguised Marimba and played his part.

"Good day, sir. I believe you will be participating in the tournament as well. It's an honor to meet another proud warrior searching for glory!"

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Base Stats

Stats	Traits	Sparkings	Items
▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ 250%	Extraterrestrial ▰▰	Frenzy ▰	Armor Lining ▰
▰▰▰▰▰▰ KP	Tough as Nails ▰	Fenoraga ▰	Power Pole ▰
▰▰▰▰▰▰ MP	Out of This World
150.500 PL	Be Prepared
Avuspar	Tenacious ▰

Last Edit: Sept 12, 2024 21:53:28 GMT -5 by Maxsuz Argin

Maxsuz Argin's Personal Notes

Spot
Rising Soul

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PL: 34,000
XP: 8,401
1% (x4)

Tag: @ftagn
Posts: 92 Male

Item Malus: 5,000

Let the Battles Begin! Sept 12, 2024 22:35:45 GMT -5

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Post by Spot on Sept 12, 2024 22:35:45 GMT -5

Wow! There were a whole lot of patterns here! They walked around on their legs, as if their legs had something to do with their movement— curious. Turns out, previous experiences weren’t just prone to coincidence: all of these people shared the same general body shape. Two arms, two legs, and a bulbous tumour on top with socketed fat orbs, extra holes, grass on top, and even a place for meat-generated trumpet noises to come out from. But why?

When Lottus turned to look at FTAGN, changed silhouette briefly to match Lottus’ own, as if he was looking into a silhouetted mirror. And then, a moment later, that image faded, and FTAGN was as generic and featureless as before!

Similarly, when Gira waved at the absence, the absence waved back, briefly taking on her own silhouette for a brief few moments. The wave was the same, too, with the exact same motions and taking place in the exact same moment, not delayed at all.

”Howdy,” spoke in Yakito’s voice. Presumably it was a matter of politeness? Or maybe this was just what everyone else was doing?

Seeing what everyone else was doing, FTAGN slinked over to the table. legs moved as went, but there was a clear disconnect with the way the legs moved and the actual distance traveled over time. sat down at an empty chair and, seeing what others were doing with their cutlery, held them, gently stabbing a soup with fork and patting a long piece of garlic bread with a spoon, before moving each of them up to mouth— though, of course, there wasn’t any food on the cutlery, as it would all fall down onto and then below lap.

Spot

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Marimba
The Orchestra

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PL: 143,708
XP: 4,635
Great Namek (x5)
Caste Hero (x16)

Tag: @gamerishkt
Posts: 265 Male

Item Malus: 6,500

Let the Battles Begin! Sept 18, 2024 5:19:06 GMT -5

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Post by Marimba on Sept 18, 2024 5:19:06 GMT -5

As Vuvuzela waited for his order, he felt a starkly horrible energy approaching. Not a minute later, the unmistakable source made its appearance. The Saiyan Lottus stepped into the room, making their way past the disguised Namekian and toward Gira when he suddenly stopped and began sniffing the air.

The world destroyer then turned to Vuvuzela with that wicked and knowing smile, tapping his nose to let Marimba know that he knows. The Mazoku's plan to mask their scent with expensive cologne seemed to be nothing more than a waste of Zeni.

In response, Vuvuzela lifted his arms behind his head, uncovering his damp armpits as he jeered.

"You can have a whiff of this too, you piss-haired monkey bastard!"

"And don't be getting disqualified before we can have our rematch!"

Lottus largely ignored Vuvuzela's retort, turning his back on the merc and continuing toward Gira to pester her.

At that point, Vuvuzela's attention was stolen by the arrival of the autonomous waiter, who set down all of the silverware, a piping-hot bowl and plate of food, and an ice-cold pitcher of water for the portly patron.

"I'll need more water," Vuvuzela ordered, sending the robot away.

Without missing a beat, the gussied-up man picks up the pitcher, chugging its contents instantly, before grabbing a spoon and digging into his bowl of roasted vegetables.

As the Namekian continued to gorge on his gourmet dinner, Mr.Steel, Tinker, and Hollowl entered one after another, with Yakito choosing to leave the common area. Marimba had recognized the mechanically inclined Fauxbian from his encounter with them at the Trial of Peace but opted not to approach them, given how he was incognito and unrecognizable to the mechanized Gator.

Just when the mercenary would finish his veggies and receive his second water pitcher, Hollowl approaches the glutton, introducing themselves and taking a seat beside them.

"Good day, sir. I believe you will be participating in the tournament as well. It's an honor to meet another proud warrior searching for glory!"

Vuvuzela looked over to the knight, somewhat suspiciously but not objecting. In truth, the giant was just as curious about the Alkaguiro as they seemed about him. The warrior's symbol-adorned cloak was eye-catching, his aura immense, and the sword he wielded seemed not only eerily perfect in construction but also imposed its presence, radiant with power.

"You're a Himonus, aren't you? And a peak specimen at that."

"It looks like I might have to lower myself another peg on the totem pole of the universe's strongest warriors."

The giant lifts his second pitcher of water to his mouth, chugging down its contents.

"Vuvuzela is my name. I'm a retired mercenary. One who won't miss their chance to hone their mettle at this rare gathering of top-level titans. There's no substitute in the known universe for that kind of battle experience."

"What about you? What's your story?"

WC: 441.

Last Edit: Sept 18, 2024 5:54:10 GMT -5 by Marimba

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Lottus
Indomitable Force

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PL: 168,810
XP: 0
Wrathful (x5)
Restrained Super Saiyan (x18)

Tag: @lottus
Posts: 935

Item Malus: 1,250

Let the Battles Begin! Sept 21, 2024 1:23:58 GMT -5

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Post by Lottus on Sept 21, 2024 1:23:58 GMT -5

Lottus smirks in response to Gira's confidence - he flicks his wrist dismissively as Gira follows him to the buffet. Rather than a plate, Lottus grabs one of the platter lids, using that as a plate instead, and begins tossing as much food as was possible onto it, stacking meats, vegetables, and various other foods with no regard of what the mingling would do to the tastes.

"I'll have you know I bathe daily when I can, you brat. I hate letting my hair get matted - knots are a pain in the ass to undo." Lottus grunts, planning to kill whoever started this rumor of him lacking basic self care. Lottus looks back at the blob thing. "That thing is weird. I don't like it."

Lottus walks over to the table where Vuvuzela and the swordsman are, dropping his platter on the table and tossing a grin at Vuvuzela.

"Put those damn things away - you're in public." he remarks, not caring about the hostility exuding from the being. He jabs a finger in Vuvuzela's direction. "Do yourself a favor - cut off one of your fingers every time you tell yourself you're weaker than someone else. That's quitter crap, and I don't fight losers that don't have confidence in their power."

Lottus' nose twitches, and he shakes his head, turning a disdainful look at Hollowl.

"Do all of your people smell like they just took a bath in a volcano?" he remarks, sheering meat from a thick bone. There were a few more beings - one of them being that Human that Lottus had slapped around near the King's Castle some months ago. Lottus offers Mr. Steel a facetious salute.

WC: 277

Last Edit: Sept 21, 2024 1:54:31 GMT -5 by Lottus

Plotter: dbsparking.freeforums.net/thread/2784/lottus-plotter
Theme Song: www.youtube.com/watch?v=KlEBEthFVAA

Mister Steel
Renowned Power

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PL: 100,000
XP: 851
Warrior Focus (x3)
More Pain... (x5)
...Mad Gains! (x16)

Tag: @steel
Posts: 309 Male

Minion PL: 5
Minion Forms: Hardboiled (x4)

Minion PL: 5
Minion Forms: Hardboiled (x4)

Let the Battles Begin! Sept 24, 2024 18:06:51 GMT -5

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Post by Mister Steel on Sept 24, 2024 18:06:51 GMT -5

Donût usually responded to greetings, even mocking ones, with a smile. Lottus was an exception to that rule. For the briefest of moments, Donût even considered extending him some insult or rude gesture... But instead, he just waved a hand dismissively at Lottus. Even though the destructive Saiyan warrior could have blown up Earth multiple times over, he wasn't worth Donût's attention at that point. Nobody was being threatened, no cities were under assault, and none of his friends were in danger. Hell, Lottus wasn't even in the same bracket as "Mister Steel" despite the last-minute changes. So, what was the point of getting worked up or frightened? The worst thing Lottus could do was kill Donût, before getting dog-piled by the many, MANY powerful fighters around that could probably take him down before he took them all out. And honestly, the threat of death had lost a lot of its "oomph" in the mind of Mister Steel after he learned he was certainly going to die "soon" without alien medical treatment and a lot of luck.

After dismissing this fearsome foe, Steel took his tray of goods and wandered over to the table about three spots away from the gathering of evil bastards in the middle. He'd gotten some of the beef wellington, along with a good chunk of lean proteins, carbs, and veggies. Balance. Oh, and some tea and salty soup. He was going to be working up a sweat soon.

After setting down his food, Donût removed his backpack and set it next to a chair, which he sat in. Once he was seated, he pulled out some notebooks, a calculator, and a thick textbook. The cover labeled it "Introduction to College Physics". A pencil was procured from one of Steel's pockets, and he began to study the book and scribble and write...

Who the heck brought homework to a tournament, anyways?

WC: 320
TWC: 662

Tinker
Potent Warrior

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PL: 55,000
XP: 7,373
Opening Rally (x4)

Tag: @tinker
Posts: 121

Item Malus: 3,750

Let the Battles Begin! Sept 24, 2024 19:22:01 GMT -5

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Post by Tinker on Sept 24, 2024 19:22:01 GMT -5

"Yep. I mean, made this for myself." The Fauxbian tilted his body slightly, letting the metal tail swing into view as he held a large grin. Not with any momentum to threaten anything, but enough to show it clearly to Gira. It coiled in front of his body for a second before Tinker shifted his stance to put it solidly behind him again. "Made plenty other stuff, though not too much for fights. Got some stuff, though."

Tinker watched as the blonde got their food and left almost immediately. Shame; he'd have liked to talk to them, they seemed one of the nicer people here. Admittedly, the Fauxbian couldn't tell if they were a guy or girl at a glance, but that wasn't something to be too concerned with right now. Maybe they could chat later. The issue was, that didn't leave many others he'd like to talk with.

"Uh, yeah...wasn't gonna mention it, but you know what that is...? Just lookin' at it gives me a headache..." Tinker muttered to Gira as Lottus confirmed he wasn't simply imagining the weird... something. He'd been deliberately trying to ignore it, but he felt he might as well ask the organizer what it was. After all, she knew the competitors here, right?

He watched as the giant Saiyan wandered off to antagonize the suited human, who had been joined by yet another person he didn't recognise. Diverting his attention from whatever was spilling food and Lottus' actions, he organised a simple platter for himself. It consisted largely of roast chicken, but he included some potatoes and other assorted vegetables. It was hardly a giant meal, but it was a perfectly respectable one for a Non-Saiyan. He considered interrupting the bearded guy's reading time to simply find someone to talk to, before deciding to stick relatively near Gira for now.

"If ya need help with anythin' on the tech side of this, feel free to ask. Same goes for if someone gets injured past what you can handle. Ain't my expertise, but might be able to help a bit there too." The Fauxbian told her, sharp teeth tearing the meat from a held drumstick as he took a nearby chair to sit on. He didn't want to outright say he'd developed a healing machine, even if it was mostly out of either paranoia or caution, depending how founded his worries were. He doubted anyone would complain if he helped heal someone injured in a tournament round, but he couldn't be as sure of that as he'd like. The more likely concern was someone'd try to threaten him for access to it once they learned it was there. He couldn't be sure if Lottus would do that, but he wouldn't be surprised, and he was the only one he even vaguely knew here. Better to keep it largely to himself for now, just in case. "Figure you've got a handle of things, but never know when somethin'll go wrong."

WC: 496
TWC: 1030

Last Edit: Sept 24, 2024 19:32:48 GMT -5 by Tinker

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