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Post by shitoku on Oct 7, 2018 23:53:04 GMT
Juh Cheel tapped his scouter with his index finger. “Saleme, Saleme, come in, Saleme,” He repeated. “Mongrel excuse of a frost demon, answer me before I.. I…”
“Destroy a village!” Bassoo chimed in. He returned his attention to Freya and grabbed her by the hand. “C’mon, first lesson starts now!” The Namekian blasted off with Freya in tow, leaving behind Juh Cheel and Kazam.
Kazam watched the two with equal parts anger and surprise. “This is why I’ll never have children,” He admitted. The Majin let out a long sigh and plopped on the lush grass. Overhead a green sky loomed. “It’s not so bad here, y’know. That Saleme character you mentioned… did he answer you yet?”
Meanwhile… Bassoo and Freya flew over green waters. “I sense a strong power level up ahead… It doesn’t particularly feel Namekian, let’s check it out!”
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Post by derpyarcanine on Oct 8, 2018 0:25:10 GMT
Arctic voice would finally come through to Jun Cheel scouter.
“Y-yeah sorry it's me listen I kind of got my hands full with Saleme here, I always hated his lectures in class but I rather have a thousand than this!” Arctic shouted having to take to the sky to avoid a Ki blast that was going directly for him.
Saleme cackled away with a wicked smirk his lavender eyes unblinking and glazed over they kept following the intimidated frost demon.
A staring contest between the two was occurring Arctic waiting for Saleme to make his move.
Sage, on the other hand, was frowning “Towa….what stunt is this…”He mumbled wondering if she had double-crossed him, after all, no one said anything about going to namek.
Floating in the pale green sea of Namek a scroll was drifting in the waveless ocean it begun glowing a purple flame beginning to engulf it. A flame that every time patroller knew meant something was wrong with that moment in time.
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Post by Zuku the Sage on Oct 17, 2018 9:17:37 GMT
Freya raised an eyebrow as the Frost Demon began communicating with someone on the other side of the scouter, then began frantically marking patrollers. "What're you--" was all she could get out before they all were suddenly transported to Universe Six's Planet Namek.
Juh Cheel looked around before taking a large breath. “I hated Namek in our Universe. Seems this one will be no different,” He noted with a sour disposition. He waved Kazam’s question away. “Honestly, I don’t know. I lied to you. We’re here because of Saleme. Towa and Mira were trying to fuck us up and this was the only way to defeat them,” He answered indifferently. He started walking away from the trio. “I want to hurry and get this over with and return,” Juh Cheel admitted.
"......excuse me?" Freya started, her growing irritation becoming pretty apparent to anyone paying attention. "You expect us to just trust your word, your judgment?" she began to rant before Juh Cheel started with his scouter again. "You said, Saleme? The saiyan? He's behind this? You get him on the comms right now and tell him Freya's gonna kick his a--" she started before she was pulled away by Bassoo. "The hell is with you?!" she could be heard screaming as their voices faded from earshot.
"Well, this is an interesting development," Sleet mattered, to no one in particular, as he slowly descended and landed mere feet away from Juh Cheel and Kazam. "I don't know which grabs my curiosity more, this sudden appearance on Namek, or the fact that Freya is still wasting her time with the Time Patrol....." he trailed off. Again, speaking to no one in particular.
Meanwhile… Bassoo and Freya flew over green waters. “I sense a strong power level up ahead… It doesn’t particularly feel Namekian, let’s check it out!”
"Look, you can't just go messing with random power levels.......we're not even supposed to be here. We gotta be extra careful not to screw with the timeline too much," Freya sighed. As she looked down at the water, something caught her attention. Something bright, and familiar. "Hey, is that..........it's a Time Scroll! No, no, no, this isn't good," she muttered as she swooped down to scoop the scroll into her hand.
Arctic voice would finally come through to Jun Cheel scouter.
“Y-yeah sorry it's me listen I kind of got my hands full with Saleme here, I always hated his lectures in class but I rather have a thousand than this!” Arctic shouted having to take to the sky to avoid a Ki blast that was going directly for him.
Saleme cackled away with a wicked smirk his lavender eyes unblinking and glazed over they kept following the intimidated frost demon.
A staring contest between the two was occurring Arctic waiting for Saleme to make his move.
"Honestly, I dunno who I'm rooting for," Rutaba grumbled to herself as she appeared a few yards away from Arctic and Saleme, sitting cross legged in the lush green grass. "Saiyan's a punk, and lost his mind......Frost Demon's......well, a Frost Demon. And a wimp. Could be sweet revenge to watch him squashed by a saiyan.......then again, Saiyan's working for Towa, and that bitch has got to go.......hm," she paused before looking to the two of them. "Yo! You guys think it's possible this will end in a draw and you guys wipe each other out? Nope, you know what, that's my bet. Carry on!" she continued, shrugging afterwards.
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Post by derpyarcanine on Oct 20, 2018 0:58:15 GMT
As the scroll was picked up its glow intensified showing a vision of the event in time that needed repairing.
‘Conton City (PAST)’
‘Time Patroller Lecture Hall’
A yawning Saleme walked into the empty hall he seemed to be talking to someone through his scouter.
“You best hurry this up I haven’t got long Sage I got a meeting with the supreme kia of time plus Freya is back in town after training with Beerus and I really want to spar with her,” said Saleme as he begun leaning on his desk while facing the doorway.
His eyes shot open as a rather cheeky smirk appeared on his face his cheeking flushing red suddenly.
“Yo-you want us to do that here!” He blurted out “I mean it wouldn’t be the first time but come on I have to lecture in here tomorrow and I wouldn’t be able to keep a straight facing knowing what would’ve been done on those desks” Saleme chuckled.
A few rather lewd and suggestive comments seemed to be exchanged between Saleme and Sage before he finally hung up on the Namekian.
“I can sense your ki come on in” Saleme shouted only for the mischievous smirk that was on his face to turn into a sudden scowl.
“My, my aren’t we a naughty boy I figure some standards Saleme” Towa giggled as she and Mira walked.
“Says the woman who had to build her own husband at least my fiancee didn’t need programming to like me” Saleme hissed before dashing towards the two.
Mira was quick to bash him back as Towa exited the room seems she had no intention of fighting.
Saleme and Mira would begin there brawl only for it to be cut rather short.
A tall Namekian wearing a rather dapper looking hat appeared behind Saleme.
“Glad you’re here” Saleme smirked at Mira “your outnumbered give it up. Sage, you want to de-“ Saleme was cut off as the Namekians hand collided with the back of his neck causing the Saiyan to aura to vanish.
“S-sage” he stuttered dropping to the floor.
The Namekian smirked before giving a nod to Mira who vanished “I take the ring but why would I want a memento of our time together?” Sage said placing a jar down next to Saleme before vanishing.
The jar began leaking purple mist that the now unconscious Saiyen was breathing in heavily.
Just like that, the vision was over.
‘Present Namek Universe six’
Arctic frowned hearing Rutabas harsh words.
“I'm not a wimp I just don’t like the idea of fighting my lecturer especially when something clearly wrong with him” Arctic shouted at her leaving the microphone on his scouter.
Saleme was known throughout the time patrol for being a strict teacher heck Arctic saw him not only throw books at rookie time patrollers but ki blast them for slacking off in his classes. The Saiyen was known to be tactician working alongside the supreme kia and trunks when it came to handling crises that occurred.
The Saleme in front of him though was fighting more like a savage there was no method to the madness at least that what Arctic thought.
Saleme proved him wrong the second Saleme switched targets an attack similar to the special beam cannot shot out form his left hand heading directly for Rutaba.
Arctic was quick to get in the way of it and due to the fact Saleme hadn’t bothered to charge it like piccolo would it merely shoved him back inside of piercing his armour “Gyah that hurt” he shouted crashing next to Rutaba.
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Post by derpyarcanine on Aug 13, 2019 18:04:27 GMT
Juh Cheel looked at Freya coldly as she verbally lashed out at him, demanding Saleme get onto the comms system. “Frankly, I don’t give a damn what garbage do. Die in squalor together with that slug for all I care.” With a huff, he turned his back to the Human and Namekian pair as Bassoo took matters into his own hands and blasted off with Freya. With his arms crossed he immediately shot Kazam a glance when Sleet landed. A thousand words were silently communicated. For a pairing that honestly didn’t like each other, their combos were out of this world.
The Majin smiled confidently at the newcomer, Sleet. “My, my, have we met before?” Kazam asked calmly not looking to unnecessarily start a fight. “The cuisine on this planet is simply delicious once we catch the right prey, do either of you wish to partake?”
Sleet raised an eyebrow as he kept a close eye on his….*ahem* peer. “Cuisine, huh? Majins aren’t usually interested in the same type of cuisine as me,” Sleet shrugged. “They usually prefer eating lifeforms rather than collecting money. So, pardon me, if I have to ask what exactly this ‘right prey’ is?”
Kazam put his hand to his chin and steam started blowing out the holes on his head. “Well, in our own Universe, I know Namek is great for its frogs and fish.”
Sleet blinked in a look of genuine surprise. He seemed to be pretty docile. “Frogs and fish, huh? Can’t say that I’ve tried it.”
Juh Cheel transformed from his first form to his final. “Of course, you could be the prey if you’re here to make trouble,” He spoke up. The Frost Demon wasn’t one to play nice, unlike his Majin counterpart.
Kazam raised his hands, “now, now Cheel. We don’t even know who this guy is yet. Maybe he’s part of the time patrol too. Let him speak before deciding to try and kill him.” Juh Cheel responded with a slow roll of his eyes.
Sleet raised an eyebrow as he eyed the two over. Such an intimidating duo would take the breath away from nearly anybody, but not him. “You guys are Patrollers, huh? Surprising. They’re usually a little more tight-knit when it comes to the game of killing….” as he trailed off, a grin started to form. “Guess her hoity-toity high-horse standards have dropped since my time.” He looked over Juh Cheel once more. “Ya know, ya talk a big game, and I’ll be honest…..seems you can back it up a bit. But I’ve been up against worst than you. I’m not here to start trouble, but I’d be happy to finish it.”
Saleme snarled practically foaming at the mouth a wicked grin on his face, his pink eyes were enjoying the sight of Rutaba and Arctic in pain.
As the smoke cleared around Rutaba, one would be able to see the thick aura of purple ki glaring around her, which had served as a bumper between her and Arctic at the moment of impact. As the ki dissipated, she smirked. “You really wanna pick this fight? I ain’t as frail as I first appear, City Boy,” she drawled.
Arctic looked over at Rutaba, turning to her he had more of a concerned look on his face figuring he best plead with her to make sure she doesn’t go for the kill. “He is a teacher at the academy so he must be innocent. Do you think this it Towa mind control?” he asked.
Saleme licked his lips hungry for a fight despite not being in his right mind. His eyes darted between the two the Saiyan smiles as a calculation had been made the calculation being who target first.
Rutaba raised an eyebrow as she looked at Arctic, then back to Saleme before shrugging her shoulders. “Towa? Nah, doesn’t seem like her work. She’s got an obsession with masks for some reason, this looks more like the Black Mi—” she started before she was interrupted.
Dashing forward in an almost animalistic fashion the Saiyan would appear behind Arctic grabbing him by the tail and launching him up into the air suddenly vanishing.
Arctic manages to catch himself going on the defensive, expecting Saleme to appear behind or in front of him.
It seems the saiyen was more focused on the opponent with less armor.
He was specifically trying to sic his fangs into her as he appeared behind her attempting to bite at her like a neck like a savage beast.
As Saleme appeared behind her, Rutaba immediately ducked forward, bringing a leg up from the rear as she spun with a kick, easily avoiding his attack. Being short had its advantages.
Bassoo held his sides as he laughed from the gut. “Aren’t you supposed to be the heir for the Destroyer title? You can’t be afraid of power levels,” the young Namekian began as a purple light shone across her face. Even he understood what came next. Bassoo folded his arms behind his back as history unfolded on the parchment. Initially he was indifferent to what was going on. Saleme was never one of his favorite people, and Bassoo hardly considered him an associate. Though because of his relationship with his brethren Sage, he gave the Saiyan the benefit of the doubt. As the story continued and he realized Sage set him up, Bassoo couldn’t help offer up a smirk.
Freya let put a heavy sigh as he watched the scene on the parchment unfold. She was beginning to think that Saleme could make a game out of anything. “It’s not about power levels,” she grumbled.
“Whatcha make of this?” Bassoo asked Freya, as the wicked smirk spread across his face. His bloodlust grew with every beat of his heart, but he understood the strength difference between him and Freya so he didn’t dare move a muscle. Depending on her answer he was ready to fight.
Freya turned toward Bassoo with an exasperated look. “You’re itching for a fight, right? Look, I’ll take you on later, but right now, we’ve got some seriously important business to take care of. After that,” she paused as a grin crept across her face. “I got no problem spanking you up and down the universe.”
Bassoo’s smirk diminished into a childish smile. “Tell you the truth, I only led you this far away because I didn’t want any of the others butting into our match. I’ve already gotten Kazam to promise me a fight each time I treat him to a meal.” The Namekian finally took a step toward Freya. “What type of deal can we sort out to let me fight you as often as I’d like? I seek the ultimate strength, and fighting stronger opponents is the only way I can do it.”
Freya reached up to tap her chin as she looked at Bassoo, possibly considering his proposal. “Hm. Ultimate strength, huh? Sounds like a couple people I know………” she trailed off. Lord Beerus. Goku and Vegeta. Even herself. This was a feeling she understood all too well. However, before giving an answer, there was a very important question she had to ask first. “Why is it that you seek this ultimate strength?”
Bassoo returned a perplexed expression. “Fighting is the most fun I’ll ever have and losing sucks.”
Freya couldn’t help but smirk at the Namekian’s response. “Well said. You promise me you’ll never use your power to bully people or with any malicious intent…….and I’d be happy to take you on whenever.”
Sage was sat in the sky, almost looking like he was meditating. “The time scroll I had is gone great…” he snarled as he stared down at the ocean. Namek was such a boring planet, but something now excited Sage. “So many familiar power levels…” he muttered adjusting his hat.
He wasn’t interested in them though no he was interested in something else. “This planet is full of my false brethren all of them happy with their little pathetic dull lives” he muttered in disgust before making a decision.
A single Namakians face came to his mind, and that help give Sage the motivation to cure his boredom ‘I will follow my true brethren example and slaughter every last one of them…’ he decided.
“Every last one of who?” came a tiny-sounding, high-pitched voice from behind Sage. There Labei stood looking up to the taller being, her head cocked to the side in a look of utter confusion. The tiny Majin had absolutely no idea what was going on. One second, she was headed back to headquarters to respond to an SOS, and the next she was here, with someone she’d never seen before. Despite the ki pressure radiating from her, which rivaled even that of Kid Buu, there wasn’t a shred of malicious or negative intent to be found. More of an innocent, comforting aura. The feeling of which could turn even the most frantic of survival instincts into that of blissful security. “What’s going on, Mister?”
Opportunity struck for Sage once more he could already sense her power level. A powerful ally she would make all she needed was the right incentive. “Wonderful a time patroller!” Sage exclaimed all manner of deviousness gone.
“You can help me, Towa struck a deal with the Namekians of this world and now thanks to them we are stuck here!” Sage explained, it was the truth in a way after all Towa did strike a deal with a Namekian.
“The Supreme Kai of time and my love has been afflicted by the black water mist thanks to the devils that are the Namekians of this planet!” Sage shouted.
Sage would grab her hands pleading for aid oh woah is him. “My poor fiancé is now running around like savage animal!” he cried out hell there were even tears forming in his eyes.
“I need a cure and these Namekians, they have it if you could make them talk, I’d be in your debt” He pleaded.
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Post by Zuku the Sage on Aug 20, 2019 23:35:04 GMT
Juh Cheel exhaled slowly, and leveled his breathing. Looking at Sleet only reminded him of Frost and Juh Cheel’s own endgame. What he really wanted was power. Power to behead Frost’s army. Power to exact his revenge on the citizens of Universe 6. Juh Cheel understood what he had to do, and fortunately it didn’t include fighting another Frost Demon. Cheel relinquished his final form to return to his base. “Kazam, join the demon. I’ll find your power levels later and regroup,” He ordered, blasting off to the West.
Kazam stood awkwardly for a few moments, twiddling his thumbs. He finally glanced over at Sleet and spoke after what must have felt like hours. “So. Time patrol, eh?” He forced a chuckle. Kazam didn’t have the best social skills, his only friend was Bassoo and the young Namekian had even less social skills than he.
Sleet simply looked on in silence for a moment. He glanced to the west for a bit, shuffling a few thoughts before answering the Majin before him. “Time Patrol. To be honest, I wasn’t sure I’d ever find myself back here again,” he shrugged. “But, I have a feeling the fates have something in store for me,” he grinned.
Kazam looked on at him, his face twisted and contorted from confusion. “The fates? Do you mean the Kai? Or the higher-ups?” He wondered aloud.
Sleet’s grin nearly formed into a smirk. “I doubt the Kai have anything to do with it. We have a tendency to disagree on things.”
Kazam nodded quickly in understanding, even offering up a sigh. “Yeah, they always want more of you. I just wanna eat some food, get some exercise and sleep. But nooo, do this, do that, save the Earth, save the time continuum, save planet Namek!” Just then Kazam blinked, seemingly realizing where he was. “Oh yeah. This ia a Time Patrol mission I’m on right now. Since you’re in the Patrol too, do you want to join forces? Juh Cheel isn’t my master by the way, he’s more like an acquaintance..”
“I imagine that’s the reason I was pulled here,” Sleet shrugged casually. “Why not? I got nothing better to do right now.” He looked Kazam up and down for a moment, as if inspecting him. “You seem to be hiding some latent power. Could always use a guy like you on my side.”
Kazam ascended into the air with a silly grin on his face. He waved at Sleet, “oh stop it, stop it. You’re far too kind. Let’s get outta here before I get all mushy inside.” He took off into the air toward the power levels doing battle.
Sleet quirked an eyebrow at the Majin’s response, but nonetheless shrugged. With a short chuckles he took off into the air, inspecting the power levels he could feel in that direction. “I recognize that energy…….Rutaba’s here, too, huh? This should be interesting.”
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The force of her spinning kick had sent Saleme flying forward, and Rutaba responded to this opportunity by instinctively stretching her hand forward, thumb folded across her palm. “Big......” she trailed off as she caught herself before launching her attack. “Tch......right, don’t kill him.....”
Arctic appeared at her side once more. “My tail has armour on it so his teeth shouldn’t be able to pierce it we just need to restrain him” Arctic hissed noticing how Saleme manage to catch himself in the air.
Panting and staring down at the two with an animalistic nature the two soon found Saleme rapidly appearing at their side spinning around and attempting to kick Rutaba into Arctic.
Rutaba frowned as the saiyan appeared next to her, she went to catch his foot but she wasn’t quick enough and took his foot straight into her ribs. The force easily sent her flying sideways toward Arctic.
Arctic flipped back rather elegantly, twirling his tail around Rutabas arm as he did in order to launch her up into the air.
“You alright?” he asked before firing a death beam at the ground in order to spook the savage Saiyen. Saleme however wasn’t spooked at all in fact he was excited snapping his teeth in a hungry manner as he glared at the two with a wicked grin on his face.
“Tch, I’m fine,” she growled out as she flipped to gain her sense of mid-air balance, rubbing her ribs lightly. Close combat wasn’t her specialty, but it still royally ticked her off that she let that attack connect. “Hey, numbnuts, ya ain’t a vampire!”
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Bassoo looked away from Freya as she gave her ultimatum back to him. He recalled the time he slaughtered his own race for his amusement, then met her eyes. “To be honest, I can’t promise you that. I think the weak shouldn’t be coddled and it’s only natural that they die. The weak are destined to end up as manure for plants. If you’re weak, bullying will build strength and character. Anger is one of the best ways to overcome their deficits.” Bassoo offered up a shrug, “I can promise you that as long as the enemies of the Time Patrol are strong, I’ll be on your side. The moment they become too weak to offer me a challenge, I’ll turn my attention elsewhere, even if that becomes the Time Patrol themselves.”
Freya eyed him over for a bit. She had to say, he seemed to be an extremist, but she could also see his point, even if she didn’t totally agree. “I see. It’s true, some find the best way to break their limit is under duress…...however, the weak have potential, too. The desire to protect others is a powerful motivator. With that being said……...it’s MY desire to protect those who can’t protect themselves. If I deem you an obstacle to that…….I’ll Hakai you myself,” she stated before pausing and clearing her throat.
But first, we got more important stuff to worry about. We gotta fix this. I’m not his biggest fan, but Saleme is a big icon when it comes to the Time Patrol, maybe even up there with Trunks. They must have planned to turn him and drop the morale......” Freya frowned. This Sage guy she didn’t know too well, but she’d heard Saleme mention him before. “Tch, idiot got played.....”
Bassoo nodded in understanding, fire burning in his eyes. Freya and him were on two different paths of power, but they weren’t far off from one another. One found her strength through protection while the other found his in destruction. A grin danced across Bassoo’s face at the irony of a Jr. Destroyer Goddess lamenting his decision to bully others. “Let’s go. I already pinpointed Sage’s power level,” He said, blasting off toward his Namekian brethren.
Freya nodded, the determined look in his eyes igniting a fire in her own. He only reinforced her determination to use the opportunity she’d been given to usher in a new era. One of peace through limited destruction, enough to keep the balance. As Bassoo took off, she immediately took off behind him.
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Labei frowned, immediately getting fired up as she threw a fist into the air. “No way! How mean can some people be?! Wait.......did you say they got Kottie too?! Oh, no, no no no, that won’t do at all......they’re gonna pay for what they did to my friends,” she pouted. “Which way are they, I’ll find them.”
Sage winced choking up just talking about it. “That is the issue all these namekians are in on it together. There is only little Bassoo who I know is an ally and that is because he is apart of the time patrol” Sage explained.
“The Namekains here are demons wearing the skin of those they have slain, little majin I will need you to slaughter every last one of them to avenge my people!” Sage proclaimed knowing this was going to beautiful.
Labei pushed her finger to her chin as she listened to his words. How could the Namekians do something like this? They were usually so peaceful, but she couldn’t rule out the possibility of them being evil in this universe.
Sage may have been displaying a innocent face but right now on the inside he was smugly smirking at this stupid majin. “It is truly awful they wear the skin of my people pretending to be Namekians!!” He explained once more.
“If they are allowed to pretend to be my people they will lure others to them to be slaughtered! A foul and evil plan that only demons such as Towa and Mira could come up with!” he shouted putting on the dramatics all those years of pretending to like Saleme had made him a good actor, yes a very good actor.
Labei’s expression took on a more serious note as she nodded. “Don’t worry, Mister! I’ll help you fix all this, uhhhh……..sorry, what’s your name again?” she asked, finally realizing she has been too rude to introduce herself as of yet.
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