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 Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2008 11:05 am
((Now I just need to think of a team name and get Kythe to agree to it. XD I'd think up The Los^T Angeles but that would fit Atlas and Raine better than Atlas and... anyone else, but Raine is magic(-al alcohol) focused. XD))
Whether or not he knew about the wings was likely a question of whether he was just being a nutcase, knew from scans, or could see the future. At the very least one would have to assume all were true but the order in which they were the most true and in what order they became true was impossible to determine. The only sure thing at this moment was that the koala was indeed peeing on the man's neck but was doing so out of spite.
Tac twitched and then blinked before pulling the gun away from the man's head to scratch against his own temple in thought. From the looks of it he seemed damn close to blowing his own brains out, "So, wait. Back up. Am I trying to kill you or not? I've gotten myself all confused again and between loudmouth, trogdor, and prissy miss flower dancer I've become totally lost. Well, not lost I guess. I mean I know the temporal-spatial coordinates I currently fill but I guess you know what I mean, right?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2008 5:38 pm
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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2008 9:24 am
[[ But Deity, you sound so excited! x3
Well Tacitus, it's official: unless my nephew gets some motivation and a partner, he won't be joining us. Us, that is, being you and I, specifically, in the tournament. Duh. So, I'll get this profile stuff together and contact Drith 'bout my character's more questionable natural abilities. And, I guess "The Lost" will work, since I haven't come up with anything yet :3. ]]
Noting a scent that makes this man's previous statement at least half true, Kythe wonders if the poor koala even has a choice about sticking around said being. As the person then--confused about whether or not he's planned to kill Kythe--takes a more suited position for killing himself, Kythe really begins to wonder about his level of sanity.
I suppose he could have abilities making a shot to the head irrelevant, or simply be much more careful than he seems. Then again... I'm not exactly an example of stable mindedness, but is this guy serious? Kythe re-adjusts--crossing his arms behind his back forearm-in-hand, dividing his weight equally between his legs--and tilts his head to the left a bit, his right eyebrow raising to form the near-incredulous look that matches his thought processes. Something about the term "trogdor" clicks in his mind as something he ought to be familiar with, but nothing with real significance.
"I'm not quite sure, but if you are, you sure aren't in a rush to do so..." Kythe eyes the end of the barrel, moving across skin near to ashy locks.
The guy's using his gun as a high-powered head scratcher, and has a grasp of temporal-spatial terminology to boot? Why is it that insanity and intelligence seem so closely linked?
"...and yeah, I know what you mean." Surprisingly enough. "If you don't mind my asking, what is your name? Or, at least, whatever title you go by..." This ought to be interesting.
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Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2008 12:52 pm
Waiting. User hated waiting.
"I'd rather find him and tear into him," Stated the warrior prince... but he knew that to be mostly impossible. This Dark Jade was right - he'd had for the moment where Taliman was on Earth again and strike. It was overly frustrating for someone so use to going off and taking action right then and there. The Saiya-jin sighed and looked at Kirra. He still didn't like her or really trust her...
"Ug," He grunted, a new wave of impatience rolling over him, "I hate waiting..."
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2008 5:29 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2008 5:43 pm
((*pokes him back*))
Kirra slowly slid off of her stool and stood up, reaching over the table to take hold of her glass. She was still thirsty.
"I know you do, as do most Saiya-jin. But sometimes, being patient pays off far more than rushing into things."
She stepped away from the table and over to the bar, standing in front of the structure. Will seemingly little effort, the woman bent her knees slightly and sprang over the counter, landing with a soft tap on the other side. She reached down under the bartop, and pulled out a wine glass and a bottle of a deep red wine.
"Can I get you anything to drink?" She asked as she pulled out the cork, slowly pouring the liquid into her glass.
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2008 8:39 pm
[[ So, I hear that Kythe guy's been hanging around here for a long time, but he still doesn't have a profile up. What's with that? Weirdo talk2hand ... Probably just wants an excuse to throw out whatever attack he wants. What a loser stare . ]]
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2008 9:38 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2008 6:44 pm
~{
Thank you for linking them Deity, yes Saiyin-Jin is allowed but you must be IN THAT FORM when you enter layered and you can not change untill the tournament is done with!
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Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2008 7:05 pm
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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2008 7:56 pm
User grumbled to himself. He knew that rushing into things was a bad idea, he wasn't an idiot. The Prince had some experience with this whole fighting thing before - he knew a good tactic from a bad one. But he didn't like it in the least. He liked to rush into the battle and start tearing into his enemy, it took great self-control not to do so though.
The alien nodded at Kirra, "Yes, I'll just take some water with ice." He didn't feel like alcohol or anything too fancy for that matter. A nice glass of water would suffice for the Saiya-jin.
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2008 12:44 pm
[[ Whoa o.0;;... accidental color coordination.
Deity, dare I ask what the "FP" in there there stands for =_=;?
Tacitus: I understand that you, like myself on a regular basis, are rather busy. At the moment, however, I have an unlikely, rare, and not completely real little bit of (supposed) free time. With the utmost respect, and a deep sincerity, I would like to politely request that you POASTPLZ. ]]
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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2008 12:54 pm
<
The normal SSJ increases the Saiya-jin's powers by fifty times, and keeps them for the most part at full power, which puts a strain on their body. FPSSJ both increases the amount of power they can use (Deity guesses around eighty times instead of fifty) while simultaneously erasing any adverse effects that may tire them out.
...basically it makes the Saiya-jin's base form eighty times stronger...and gives it a gold hairdo. =O >>
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2008 2:49 pm
((Kythe, I actually wanted to post this before you said that, but my net went out here at school and only just now got a chance to get back on. XD))
((We really need to post in the Layered pre-tournament thread. >.>))
He continued scratching his head and ever so often it would click as though it were trying to fire without any ammunition. He thought for a moment, "People call me all sorts of things. Stuff like a*****e, nutjob, Tacitus, ********, boss, lover, General Nutsack, Commander Douche, Aetas, Tac, Temporal Overseer, and ...." The gun clicks, "Oh yeah, Jordan." Click. Click. BOOM!
The koala ran off in a hurry as the weapon went off, Tac still standing there with his gun in hand. His gun was held very near his skull and the bang of the gun going off echoed through the air quite a bit louder than it should have. Instead of not having a head Tac's head was leaned over slightly with his gaze turned towards it slightly, "Well, didn't see that coming." Hanging in the air was a bullet frozen in time, waiting to commit murder on something just millimeters from exiting the barrel. Had he waited another nanosecond from where he was holding the gun against his head he would have been quite dead.
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Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2008 6:05 pm
[[ Wow, Tac x3. Ironic, at the least. Wish I'd been aware sooner; could've posted hours ago. Are you in MST time?
Deity... wow. Makes me want to create a Saiya-jin character, just a bit. I read your big long explanation thingy about SSJ-ness a looong time ago, but I haven't exactly gone back to review it since. From what I remember, that's pretty similar to USSJ, right?[/laziness]
Also, Tacitus, I'd been thinking of it myself... Regarding Layered, it seems I'll have my wings out 24/7, and be leaving behind some other natural non-metaphysical abilities of mine, but Saba's right; it's only fair for hand-to-hand. It just may be a challenge to remember to operate my wings, or not to utilize my non-physical energy. It's been a long while since I've really done either. Like, years sweatdrop . ]]
Listening carefully, Kythe keeps his eyes focused on Tacitus, his mind unconsciously throwing part of his attention back to the gun with each *click*. Sifting through what he personally justifies as superfluous, Kythe ends up with the titles Tacitus, Aetas, Tac, Temporal Overseer, and Jordan, in that order. Judging by it's placement as first relevant title, and it's following, possible nickname, that leaves Tacitus the most likely choice for Kythe. Aetas and Jordan are kept in mind for the simple fact that they sound like names, and "Temporal Overseer" just doesn't sound like something to disregard, despite it striking Kythe as near insanity that someone seeming so near insane could be given such a task. Assuming the insanity isn't irrelevant, or indeed required.
Upon this very thought, the loud *BANG* of Tacitus' gun firing blasts Kythe's mind into a plethora of plausible mental images--blood; particles of skin, hair, skull, and brain, scattering in air; a head missing a large chunk of itself, dumping it's fillings; the remains of an innocent koala, caught in the crossfire--but the actual image that Kythe's still-open eyes register is none of those. It is, in truth, that of a scampering koala, a still-standing, still (physically) full-headed psycho with a gun, and something seeming to confirm his suppositions regarding the title "Temporal Overseer." The frozen bullet, the one whose path Kythe's eyes have followed to what ought to be the man's head, is for some reason... paused?
I don't sense anything stopping it, no forces I can register... but, I don't think time control really needs any type of force. "Hm... that's... interesting..."
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