Dragonball M, Chapter 2: Lighthouse! Across the Shores of Shattered Time!

[bruceleegreyhulk]

..Quicker than he assumed she would take, but Blizzar was always one to improvise. "Please play along..." he muttered to Althena before he suddenly stood up from his seat. "Oh Kami, she really did it!" he suddenly exclaim out loud. "I can't believe she would do such a thing to such a gracious host!" he sighed, turning to look at Incenio. "My friend, please accept my humblest apologies for my associate's actions. Truthfully, I only brought her along as a favor for a mutual acquaintance. He said that she would be handful, but I didn't quite realize the truth of his words until now!"

"She kept muttering something about showing that opulent bastard a thing or two' but I thought your security would have it under wraps!" Blizzar exhaled regretfully. Inwardly he smiled. If the frog was able to commit such an act, without getting caught then there were indeed holes in Incenio's security. Good to know for later, potentially.

"I understand the formal thing to do would be to pay for the damages, but as far as I'm concerned she was never a part of the betting pool and thus I bear no responsibility for her actions," the Arcosian shrugged. "I suggest you have your guards incarcerate her until the festivities come to a close. After all, there's no telling what else she might be capable of. As I understand it she is fairly strong."

If the Nevadian was aware of Athenas antics, he showed no observable reaction to them, apparently being so engrossed in the battle between Charco and Sammy. He cheered loudly as his bet was a win, gorging himself on food and drink as he did.

"Another win! I think I might get a streak going guys!" He shouted with a laugh that held the slightest tinge of nervousness.

From without, Held was the very definition of arrogant, careless greed and gluttony, without any thought or concern, aside from the pleasures in which he partook.

From within, Held was very, very concerned.

He had pretended not to hear the conversation between his compatriots--He heard them very well, but he was not entirely sure he had heard correctly, the words being used lacking some context that he had perhaps missed. The longer the conversation went on, the more concerned Blizzards Visage became, the more Held was convinced that the problem was not because of the Nevadian interpretation.

A cold sweat began to form on the back of his neck, as he wondered just what was going on. The synchronization of the trio had once seemed without fault, now seemed to be fraying at the edges.

Still, he pushed on, engrossing himself in his act.

He almost broke character upon seeing Athena bounce off, only to return with the shattered head of a neon sign.

Held craned his head towards his female compatriot, eyes wide in disbelief.

"Wa--"



Blizzard interfered, throwing off the Nevadian with his sudden explanation of Athenas actions. His mind reeled for a second, making sense of it, before adapting seemlessly.

"W--Woah, You can never tell who's a crazy and whose not, eh Blizzar?" Held said with an awkward laugh, holding his goblet to his mouth to mask what must have been a deeply dismayed expression. He turned to his partner with eyes that shone dimly with confusion and bewilderment.

"I told you we should have went with a normal photographer! I like art as much as the next guy, but we should have wondered why the prices were so reasonable!"

This is insane....Is...What is that girl's deal?

"And don't be such a poor sport, buddy." Held said, dropping his goblet, his faux smile returning, "There's no harm in a little good will! I'll pay for the sign."

He paused for a moment, before turning to Incenio.

"...Well, assuming you don't have insurance for this type of thing, and that the sign is a reasonable price of course. I came to gamble my money, not give it away." He added with a dry laugh.

She's...This girl is the most dangerous variable in this room right now...

Althena removes her pendant and plays along. " Yes I did say that because I believe that this establishment this place reeks of bad mojo ! I firmly believe that this place feeds off the souls of others and that you are a wicked wizard collector these souls for your own nefarious purposes . If you are not a wizard then your establish is possessed by evil spirits , but luckily I'm not just a Photographer , I'm also Shaman so I can sense these evil spirits and one was hiding in that thing outside so I had to destroy it to banish the evil spirit that was inside it!" Althena said as her skin to blue knowing that she didn't like lying, but had to do it in this case

however because Althena remove her pendant there was no way to tell what Althena was actually feeling because of her never changing blank expression facial expression. the only way any one could tell what Althena was feeling right now is if they study up on aliens that change their skin color to show emotions.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

"Get that weak **** outta here..." Charco said, shaking his head as he barely heard the strum against the beats of his own music.

Soco was most likely holding back musically, but he would still need to address the shockwave heading towards him. Taking in a deep breath to the point that his chest swelled to the point of near burst, the teenager released a shoutwave of his own. Chi enhanced lungs erupted from his mouth as rippling ki that met Soco's midway between the two fighters.

"C'mon dude, " He said, his voice gruff from use of the ParaSHOUTolophus, "I know you can do better than that! You wouldn't even get to be the opening act with that attempt."

Sammy grins and starts playing again once the two attacks cancel each other out.

https://youtu.be/Z9LAzNMn8Ow

(OT: Just the opening portion with Elba).

As the words flow from him and swirl around the arena, Charco will find (if he can hear the words) that he is suddenly filled with the needs to dance.

Right off the edge of the arena.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Incenio chuckles.

“Soco has this in the bag. His magic guitar is legendary.”

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Incenio just stares, fathomless eyes regarding the Toadian, Blizzar, and the Nevadiqn before a small smile curled across his face.

“I see. Yes, security will take care of her. Reparations can be had...after the Tournament.”

He snaps his fingers and Althena finds her wrists bound by psychic force, the restraints digging into her flesh. Two of the female guards appear, identical in garb and looks, and quickly shuffle Althena out after slapping Ki binders on her.

[Yun Lao]

OOC: I assume this is magically base? If not, I'll edit.
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Sammy grins and starts playing again once the two attacks cancel each other out.

As the words flow from him and swirl around the arena, Charco will find (if he can hear the words) that he is suddenly filled with the needs to dance.

Right off the edge of the arena.

Sammy's magical words and riffs would have an effect on Charco... just not in the way he was expecting. Visibly flinching, the boy was struck by a minor headache, spontaneously formed beyond any of his current reasonings. Sammy's words and his music were distorted garbles, yet it wasn't his hearing as his music was still as clear as before.

In response, or rather the cause of his discomfort, something emerged. Those with an even an inkling of magical senses had found the boy to be a blank slate but would find the ghostly sword rising from his form a black-hole of all things magical. Acting on its own, the Nevadian Sword, Lain's Fang, sliced through the air, severing Sammy's magical influence from reaching its host. Vanishing back into Charco, his symptoms vanished, "Damn! It's a bit early to be dipping into psychological warfare, ain't it?"

It was his turn now.

Sudden acceleration stole him from the sights of those observing as he closed the gap between him and the musician. By the time Charco could be seen, he had crossed the threat range of Sammy's arm, crouched low at the man's feet with an uppercut aimed. Another Carnotaurus Charge launched him upward, sending an Ankylo Smash enhanced punch to the jaw.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

OOC: I assume this is magically base? If not, I'll edit.
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Sammy's magical words and riffs would have an effect on Charco... just not in the way he was expecting. Visibly flinching, the boy was struck by a minor headache, spontaneously formed beyond any of his current reasonings. Sammy's words and his music were distorted garbles, yet it wasn't his hearing as his music was still as clear as before.

In response, or rather the cause of his discomfort, something emerged. Those with an even an inkling of magical senses had found the boy to be a blank slate but would find the ghostly sword rising from his form a black-hole of all things magical. Acting on its own, the Nevadian Sword, Lain's Fang, sliced through the air, severing Sammy's magical influence from reaching its host. Vanishing back into Charco, his symptoms vanished, "Damn! It's a bit early to be dipping into psychological warfare, ain't it?"

It was his turn now.

Sudden acceleration stole him from the sights of those observing as he closed the gap between him and the musician. By the time Charco could be seen, he had crossed the threat range of Sammy's arm, crouched low at the man's feet with an uppercut aimed. Another Carnotaurus Charge launched him upward, sending an Ankylo Smash enhanced punch to the jaw.

“The hell....”

Sammy is thrown upwards and back, flipping in mid air as he lands back down yards away from the force of the uppercut.

“Pretty fast. My turn.”

He thrums the guitar.

“Speed of lightning, roar of thunder......”

A loud roar cracks the sky as Charco is belted across the face with the guitar faster than he could see, the blow sending him flying up and away like a baseball.

[KingofPie]

Incenio just stares, fathomless eyes regarding the Toadian, Blizzar, and the Nevadiqn before a small smile curled across his face.

“I see. Yes, security will take care of her. Reparations can be had...after the Tournament.”

He snaps his fingers and Althena finds her wrists bound by psychic force, the restraints digging into her flesh. Two of the female guards appear, identical in garb and looks, and quickly shuffle Althena out after slapping Ki binders on her.

"Ah, it's shame how things turned out...but perhaps this will give you time to think over your actions," Blizzar sighed, shaking his head at Althena. With sudden slight of hand however, he was able to casually flick a device towards the giant Toadian. A GP tracer. A miniscule but quite useful device capable of filming footage at multiple angles. Blizzar had hoped this would allow him to get a lay of the land, so to speak, of the restricted parts of Incenio's Casino most had the fortune to never see. And after all who knew what the guard's would pass by on the way to a prison cell....a vault perhaps? Certainly, the security offices.

Either way, this should yield some interesting results. Blizzar turned to face his fellow Arcosian. "And with that bit of nastiness out of the way, back to the matter at hand..." he said, focusing back on the tournament. "You say you had your money on the guitarist, Incenio? I'd say you were right, but have a look at the boy's fighting style, would you? I've never seen anything quite like it. I'll wager 850,000 on him."

[Yun Lao]

“The hell....”

Sammy is thrown upwards and back, flipping in mid air as he lands back down yards away from the force of the uppercut.

“Pretty fast. My turn.”

He thrums the guitar.

“Speed of lightning, roar of thunder......”

A loud roar cracks the sky as Charco is belted across the face with the guitar faster than he could see, the blow sending him flying up and away like a baseball.

Who knew a guitar could be swung so quickly, or hurt as much? The left side of his jaw and cheekbone throbbed painfully from the strike as the boy tumbled into the air. Righting himself, he slashed at the air in an X pattern, launching two vacuum blades toward Sammy.

Landing onto his feet, he took a brief moment to rub his jaw.

"Man, you should have been a baseball player with a swing like that."

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Who knew a guitar could be swung so quickly, or hurt as much? The left side of his jaw and cheekbone throbbed painfully from the strike as the boy tumbled into the air. Righting himself, he slashed at the air in an X pattern, launching two vacuum blades toward Sammy.

Landing onto his feet, he took a brief moment to rub his jaw.

"Man, you should have been a baseball player with a swing like that."

He bats the two blades away and thrums the guitar again. His voice goes deep and instantly starts making Charco sleepy as he plays this tune.

https://youtu.be/JIN7RphRieU

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

"Ah, it's shame how things turned out...but perhaps this will give you time to think over your actions," Blizzar sighed, shaking his head at Althena. With sudden slight of hand however, he was able to casually flick a device towards the giant Toadian. A GP tracer. A miniscule but quite useful device capable of filming footage at multiple angles. Blizzar had hoped this would allow him to get a lay of the land, so to speak, of the restricted parts of Incenio's Casino most had the fortune to never see. And after all who knew what the guard's would pass by on the way to a prison cell....a vault perhaps? Certainly, the security offices.

Either way, this should yield some interesting results. Blizzar turned to face his fellow Arcosian. "And with that bit of nastiness out of the way, back to the matter at hand..." he said, focusing back on the tournament. "You say you had your money on the guitarist, Incenio? I'd say you were right, but have a look at the boy's fighting style, would you? I've never seen anything quite like it. I'll wager 850,000 on him."

“Indeed. I have 1,000,000 on the musician myself.”

[Yun Lao]

He bats the two blades away and thrums the guitar again. His voice goes deep and instantly starts making Charco sleepy as he plays this tune.

He felt his senses growing fuzzier as the old man's voice seeped in through his earbuds. The boy's head drooping, as were his eyelids, and his body grew heavier as futility fought the desire to rest through willpower alone. At this rate, he'd be asleep in under a minute.

Cloth ripped and skin tore, sending a splatter of red onto the arena floor. Five streaks of blood crossed his chest as Charco had used his own Terrible Claw against himself, forcing himself out of the warm fogs of drowsiness through the overwhelming presence of pain. Head snapping upward to Sammy, the air itself seemed to become heavier.

"There are those foolish to believe that only love and friendship can empower you..." The Old Hateful Hermit, Poepayne, said.

His body still ached from the beatdowns the old man had given him under the guise of "training", yet Charco paid close attention, if only because Poepayne rarely of anything related to actual training. "Anything can empower you if you give into it. Like a riptide, you will only face difficulties fighting it than you would allowing it to guide you."

Stepping out a few yards away, the old man began to demonstrate, "My title is not because of my spite to the world, but because I have allowed it to guide my hand. Tell me..." Glancing over to the boy, he asked, "Have you ever walked into a room where someone was having an argument or fighting another and found the air heavier than usual? That you felt uncomfortable and wanted to leave immediately?"

Just as he had described, the air grew heavy and tense near Poepayne, "If such feelings can be felt with a mere spat, then imagine the conditions a true killing intent can create? The reason you can feel these sensations is because our emotions are forcing others to empathize, even if they do know to understand the context. It is the same as a laugh or smile is infectious. When this theory is applied to someone with nothing but rage and pain in their hearts, they can force even those unwilling into combat, and like the riptide, to struggle against such killing intent will only see them crushed beneath it,"

Poepayne felt like a gravity well of a black hole, drawing in his surroundings through sheer hatred alone. Rocks, dirt, and debris unrooted and were helplessly flung toward him, only to be flattened against the earth before him. Releasing his focus, the very same rocks and stones were suddenly flung into the air as if experiencing whiplash. Turning back to Charco, Poepayne simply stated, "This is the basis of my Hateful ways, the Brachio Stomp."

Charco had never really attempted to mimic Poepaynes techniques, but his current situation made for an ideal test stage. Hardening his heart through the poison of hate, his killing intent began to smother the arena and slowly, but surely, Sammy would begin to find himself inching towards the boy, drawn in by the gravity-like influences. Focusing on the pain of his chest and face, the feelings grew stronger as he tied physical sensation into the emotion itself and soon the musician would be flung towards Charco if he was not prepared. If Sammy sought to use the acceleration to attempt an attack, he would find his plans crushed, as he was physically so just outside the range of his limbs or guitar.

Releasing his hatred, the musician would find gravity was inverted and he was flung into the air, finding himself in the a perfect position to attack, an advantage Charco would not squander as he had already prepared his next attack,

"TYRANNO...BLAST!!!"

[grampagen]

“The hell....”

Sammy is thrown upwards and back, flipping in mid air as he lands back down yards away from the force of the uppercut.

“Pretty fast. My turn.”

He thrums the guitar.

“Speed of lightning, roar of thunder......”

A loud roar cracks the sky as Charco is belted across the face with the guitar faster than he could see, the blow sending him flying up and away like a baseball.

Charco's opponent was a born performer, and as he stepped across the arenam Ochazuke saw there through the portal the practiced ease in which he manipulated and fed off the attention from the crowd.

"He's telegraphing his every move. Knowing all eyes are on him, perhaps at this very moment the musician must think he's invincible."

Propping one hand up, Ochazuke leaned forward and thumbed his chin as Charco was struck by the guitar, wincing slightly as the unwieldly thing made its mark.

"The man knows how to direct attention to one end before shifting it elsewhere," he said. For all this, it was as much outlandish bluster as it was a full-bodied feint. The corner of his mouth slid into a slight smirk. "But perhaps Sammy has overextended himself..."

He felt his senses growing fuzzier as the old man's voice seeped in through his earbuds. The boy's head drooping, as were his eyelids, and his body grew heavier as futility fought the desire to rest through willpower alone. At this rate, he'd be asleep in under a minute.

Cloth ripped and skin tore, sending a splatter of red onto the arena floor. Five streaks of blood crossed his chest as Charco had used his own Terrible Claw against himself, forcing himself out of the warm fogs of drowsiness through the overwhelming presence of pain. Head snapping upward to Sammy, the air itself seemed to become heavier.

Charco had never really attempted to mimic Poepaynes techniques, but his current situation made for an ideal test stage. Hardening his heart through the poison of hate, his killing intent began to smother the arena and slowly, but surely, Sammy would begin to find himself inching towards the boy, drawn in by the gravity-like influences. Focusing on the pain of his chest and face, the feelings grew stronger as he tied physical sensation into the emotion itself and soon the musician would be flung towards Charco if he was not prepared. If Sammy sought to use the acceleration to attempt an attack, he would find his plans crushed, as he was physically so just outside the range of his limbs or guitar.

Releasing his hatred, the musician would find gravity was inverted and he was flung into the air, finding himself in the a perfect position to attack, an advantage Charco would not squander as he had already prepared his next attack,

"TYRANNO...BLAST!!!"

Unabated, Soco struck and moved into song yet again, attempting to lull Charco to slumber in the middle of his element, only for the familiar shape of Koryuu-Ryu, so struck with the desire to win, drew its own blood to better remember itself. In this moment, the difference between the combatants could not be any more pronounced.

Performance, after all, was mere imitation where the poets and bards sought to reclaim feeling in the moment. But standing before a martial artist, even a young man as this one, this space was a battlefield.

"So concerned with the will of the crowd, he has not begun to regard that of the one standing before him."

But this newly unveiled technique was enough to erode Ochazuke's emergent smile, and his eyes narrowed as those familiar beast's jaws sprung open to surround its prey.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

He felt his senses growing fuzzier as the old man's voice seeped in through his earbuds. The boy's head drooping, as were his eyelids, and his body grew heavier as futility fought the desire to rest through willpower alone. At this rate, he'd be asleep in under a minute.

Cloth ripped and skin tore, sending a splatter of red onto the arena floor. Five streaks of blood crossed his chest as Charco had used his own Terrible Claw against himself, forcing himself out of the warm fogs of drowsiness through the overwhelming presence of pain. Head snapping upward to Sammy, the air itself seemed to become heavier.



Charco had never really attempted to mimic Poepaynes techniques, but his current situation made for an ideal test stage. Hardening his heart through the poison of hate, his killing intent began to smother the arena and slowly, but surely, Sammy would begin to find himself inching towards the boy, drawn in by the gravity-like influences. Focusing on the pain of his chest and face, the feelings grew stronger as he tied physical sensation into the emotion itself and soon the musician would be flung towards Charco if he was not prepared. If Sammy sought to use the acceleration to attempt an attack, he would find his plans crushed, as he was physically so just outside the range of his limbs or guitar.

Releasing his hatred, the musician would find gravity was inverted and he was flung into the air, finding himself in the a perfect position to attack, an advantage Charco would not squander as he had already prepared his next attack,

"TYRANNO...BLAST!!!"

OT: Did not expect that. ^_O

IC:


Pulled off balance and towards Charco, then suddenly upwards Sammy yelled in surprise as he was engulfed by the blast.

When the dust settles, a mostly unharmed but charred Sammy was found sitting outside the arena, a look of surprise on his face.

Charco is declared the winner!

[Yun Lao]

Pulled off balance and towards Charco, then suddenly upwards Sammy yelled in surprise as he was engulfed by the blast.

When the dust settles, a mostly unharmed but charred Sammy was found sitting outside the arena, a look of surprise on his face.

Charco is declared the winner!

OOC: It's amazing what you can do when you finally use a technique after months of making it.

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The dust settles and Sammy has been deposited outside the ring, granting the boy the victory. Releasing the tension from his body, Charco makes his way from the ring and approaches Sammy, extending a hand to help the musician up.

"I hope that didn't ruin my chances for an autograph?"

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

OOC: It's amazing what you can do when you finally use a technique after months of making it.

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The dust settles and Sammy has been deposited outside the ring, granting the boy the victory. Releasing the tension from his body, Charco makes his way from the ring and approaches Sammy, extending a hand to help the musician up.

"I hope that didn't ruin my chances for an autograph?"

Sammy grins, takes his hand and is pulled up. He raises Charco’s hand to the roar of approval from the crowd.

“You’re amazing kid. Here, I’ll autograph anything you want so long as you do the same for me on my guitar here.”

He shows that there are only three namesake in it.

“It’s all the people who have beaten me in combat and helped make me a better fighter. I’s be Honored to add yours.”