05-02-2007, 04:12 AM
Could I switch to Janemba? I'd rather do it without a stat punch but rules are rules. I only note that I had 60 million ki at one point cause you guys might not remember. I don't want any of the stats. This time I'm going to earn the powerups.
Janemba:
"Why should I kill you!?"
The warrior's one arm looking akin to a lawnmower accident and the other grasped in a grip twice as powerful as the voice speaking the words had a sudden epiphany. Why die?
Wretched fucking Saiyan, the demon thought, So putrid. So hateful. . Evil. It see's the will to live but not the reason to die. With his eyes wide in the same maddening grin that addorned his facade Janemba saw the evil. Saw it bleeding from the wounds he'd inflicted; the damage had been done and the lesson learned and it was time to vanquish the impurity if possible. It had been hard to kill the first few.. Partly because some of them didn't deserve it.
Yet still he saw it click when breathing the words that felt almost foregeign to his pride. Inside he really didn't know why he should want to kill the Saiyan. That's what made the words easier. Hell he didn't even know the wretche's name. Just another piss ant he'd try to push out from under the big fucking glass and the glaring sun.
"They know it's wrong but they sing the same song, left right left til' there's nothin' left." Janemba muttered, hardly aware of it. The whimsical open nature of it made the words sit in the cold air like flares. At least that's what he saw in the stupid Saiyan's eyes. Light, anyway. He shoved the warrior down, a final test of sorts he realized; Natural Darwinism. The nature to exterminate the weaker link so the chain's more pure, he thought, a little sickened.
The warrior, finding himself bested in the brutal thud, like words exchanged with the ground, let his nature bleed over. He let the red that had been his best and only reliable friend in times of strife take over. "Raah! Fucking faggot!"
But by this point the Demon, whether seeing himself in that light or not,
There's a lil' loki in all of us.
had already turned his back to his foe. "Bad call biggot." He heard a fist whizzing nearer and dodged it acutely. As he spun Agua, the name he'd come to associate with the demon blade that seemed to flow out in times of reaction, appeared with it's ethereal silver fury, encompassing his left arm. "That's just pride fuckin' with ya."
Ability... technique.. enter synonym:
Demon Blade: The blade Agua is a metaphoric extension of the Demon's unconscious desire to destroy. Upon being birthed, or rather, being given life, the creature developed a sense of morals in solitude watching nature, rather than a physical environment. It's a bit of an author's note that I did this to symbolize the yin and yang of a man, the Demon, and the natural way. The uncertainty in the demon's life is realizing that despite his mind he must succumb to his nature. Agua only reveals itself when the Janemba's reached the must conscious state of power his frame is capable of. Meaning this puppy comes out at 7/8 power and up.
Janemba:
"Why should I kill you!?"
The warrior's one arm looking akin to a lawnmower accident and the other grasped in a grip twice as powerful as the voice speaking the words had a sudden epiphany. Why die?
Wretched fucking Saiyan, the demon thought, So putrid. So hateful. . Evil. It see's the will to live but not the reason to die. With his eyes wide in the same maddening grin that addorned his facade Janemba saw the evil. Saw it bleeding from the wounds he'd inflicted; the damage had been done and the lesson learned and it was time to vanquish the impurity if possible. It had been hard to kill the first few.. Partly because some of them didn't deserve it.
Yet still he saw it click when breathing the words that felt almost foregeign to his pride. Inside he really didn't know why he should want to kill the Saiyan. That's what made the words easier. Hell he didn't even know the wretche's name. Just another piss ant he'd try to push out from under the big fucking glass and the glaring sun.
"They know it's wrong but they sing the same song, left right left til' there's nothin' left." Janemba muttered, hardly aware of it. The whimsical open nature of it made the words sit in the cold air like flares. At least that's what he saw in the stupid Saiyan's eyes. Light, anyway. He shoved the warrior down, a final test of sorts he realized; Natural Darwinism. The nature to exterminate the weaker link so the chain's more pure, he thought, a little sickened.
The warrior, finding himself bested in the brutal thud, like words exchanged with the ground, let his nature bleed over. He let the red that had been his best and only reliable friend in times of strife take over. "Raah! Fucking faggot!"
But by this point the Demon, whether seeing himself in that light or not,
There's a lil' loki in all of us.
had already turned his back to his foe. "Bad call biggot." He heard a fist whizzing nearer and dodged it acutely. As he spun Agua, the name he'd come to associate with the demon blade that seemed to flow out in times of reaction, appeared with it's ethereal silver fury, encompassing his left arm. "That's just pride fuckin' with ya."
Ability... technique.. enter synonym:
Demon Blade: The blade Agua is a metaphoric extension of the Demon's unconscious desire to destroy. Upon being birthed, or rather, being given life, the creature developed a sense of morals in solitude watching nature, rather than a physical environment. It's a bit of an author's note that I did this to symbolize the yin and yang of a man, the Demon, and the natural way. The uncertainty in the demon's life is realizing that despite his mind he must succumb to his nature. Agua only reveals itself when the Janemba's reached the must conscious state of power his frame is capable of. Meaning this puppy comes out at 7/8 power and up.
