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

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

The next match is called, Wolf vs E. Bekon, but Wolf never shows. After a moment, E. Bekon is declared the winner.

Horn vs Sgt. Meeshas is called next, but like previously, one combatant, Horn, doesn’t show and the Sgt is declared the winner.


After a few minutes of investigation, it is discovered that Horn and Wolf had their own private battle in the ladies room, where Wolf tried, and succeeded, to arrest her on an outstanding bounty she held. Apparently Wolf was only ever where to get Horn, and saw the opportunity and took it. Spitting mad and pissed, Wolf leads Horn out through the casino for all to see in more bindings and cuffs then nessesary, out to her vehicle, and takes off for the nearest GP outpost.

So it’s Charco and Solarius next.

Incenio looks beyond pissed at the loss of two full matches.

[Yun Lao]

The next match is called, Wolf vs E. Bekon, but Wolf never shows. After a moment, E. Bekon is declared the winner.

Horn vs Sgt. Meeshas is called next, but like previously, one combatant, Horn, doesn’t show and the Sgt is declared the winner.


After a few minutes of investigation, it is discovered that Horn and Wolf had their own private battle in the ladies room, where Wolf tried, and succeeded, to arrest her on an outstanding bounty she held. Apparently Wolf was only ever where to get Horn, and saw the opportunity and took it. Spitting mad and pissed, Wolf leads Horn out through the casino for all to see in more bindings and cuffs then nessesary, out to her vehicle, and takes off for the nearest GP outpost.

So it’s Charco and Solarius next.

Incenio looks beyond pissed at the loss of two full matches.

"Huh, like an episode of Planetary Wrestling Federation," Charco said amusedly. All the better for him since he wouldn't have to wait through two more matches before his own. Leaping down from the stands, the boy made his way towards the ring.

[KingofPie]

The next match is called, Wolf vs E. Bekon, but Wolf never shows. After a moment, E. Bekon is declared the winner.

Horn vs Sgt. Meeshas is called next, but like previously, one combatant, Horn, doesn’t show and the Sgt is declared the winner.


After a few minutes of investigation, it is discovered that Horn and Wolf had their own private battle in the ladies room, where Wolf tried, and succeeded, to arrest her on an outstanding bounty she held. Apparently Wolf was only ever where to get Horn, and saw the opportunity and took it. Spitting mad and pissed, Wolf leads Horn out through the casino for all to see in more bindings and cuffs then nessesary, out to her vehicle, and takes off for the nearest GP outpost.

So it’s Charco and Solarius next.

Incenio looks beyond pissed at the loss of two full matches.

"Shame, old boy, a real shame," Blizzar shook his head. "Perhaps if those two matches had gone on as intended, you could've recouped your losses...but this next match seems to be a very tough call," Blizzar noted, truthfully. That Solarius wasn't a pushover by any means. Still...the fighters of his home timeline had done him proud thus far....and made him more than a pretty penny. He'd stick to his guns, for now. "950,000 on that Charco lad. Seems suitable enough, don't you think?"

[bruceleegreyhulk]

"Shame, old boy, a real shame," Blizzar shook his head. "Perhaps if those two matches had gone on as intended, you could've recouped your losses...but this next match seems to be a very tough call," Blizzar noted, truthfully. That Solarius wasn't a pushover by any means. Still...the fighters of his home timeline had done him proud thus far....and made him more than a pretty penny. He'd stick to his guns, for now. "950,000 on that Charco lad. Seems suitable enough, don't you think?"

Underground Althena hears all this and tells Chris and Held what she heard . " Okay Looks like the last two matches Wolf vs. E. Bekon and Horn vs. Sgt Meeshas were forfeits . The next match is going to be Charco vs. Solarius . From what I'm hearing and seeing Blizzar seems to be doing a good job at keeping Incenio occupied. " Althena said

[Sub-Zero MKA]

Sarada heard the outcome of E Bekon's "fight" and scoffed. "Tch."

Despite how it looked, she was glad. This meant they would finally meet in the next round. And to her delight, there were only three fights left until the next round, and then one more after that until that fated conflict.

She could hardly wait. Equipped with two armfuls of concession food, she returned to the arena to find Charco in the ring.

You'd better win, Charco.

[grampagen]

A long sigh escaped from the boy, one wearied with an unseen burden. After so many setbacks and strides forward, he had forgotten that he had been taking this all on by himself in due to youthful arrogance. Slumping down, Charco laid his head onto the tabletop, hesitant to go any further in fear of Ochazuke's reaction, but understood that the more experienced one among them had already pinpointed the issue without knowing the context.

"While nearly all of my school's history has been lost, there are some parts that remain. For most of my training, I thought the tales were fables, stories to keep me in line. So far, I've found that they weren't tall tales." Steeling himself, he began, "As I've said countless times, the Dino School was made in response to mankind's early survival. Among those dinosaurs that fed on humans, there was one that stood above them all as the strongest. It was said that this beast had withstood countless fights and had even eaten a god. Turns out, this dinosaur had managed to collect the dragon balls and wished for immortality."

The presence within reacted to his telling of the tale, although he imagined it was more prideful chest puffing rather than any attempts to interfere.

"However, the dinosaur's wording of his wish would be his downfall. My ancestors, the first of the Ogatan, would manage to fell his body, but his spirit remained. Bound to a dead body, he witnessed it being prepared and eaten in celebration and by doing so, the Dino School became entwined with the beast."

He allowed that to sit in the air for a pause, knowing Ochazuke would be able to easily put the pieces together as to the source of Charco's changes.

"My people have a history and culture of violence. Whether it was motivated by the spirit or simply natural for us, I believe he was content in some ways with how we acted. I think... in by trying to steer the school and clan towards co-existence with the Five, Penhuoqi riled the spirit in a way that the Ogatan clan had never experienced, and one she was not prepared for."

As Charco spoke, that cold-blooded presence stirred within him. The room seemed to take upon it a shroud of long-buried rot. Ochazuke's already grim expression tightened further as he saw the hardened remains of a buried legacy beneath his surface.

That swell of blooded pride. It railed against Ochazuke's senses where the young man's spirit entwined and overlapped with this disembodied thing deep within. An all-encompasing possession, watching, waiting, hunry. If loosed, would pull in and swallow endlessly; a futile effort sate a bottomless avarice. White smoke above a black fire.

"A warrior who doesn't know his history knows only method without discipline. Though, perhaps this fractured canon has spared you the weight of having to bear such a burden."

Shed from the tethers of the past, it had allowed him to find solace apart from the wingspan of the antique Crane. He'd known intimately that constantly gazing back had prevented him from moving forward, but leaving all else behind, to remove consequence, that was only a salve for the self.

For a moment it seemed as if Ochazuke reached towards Charco for a moment. In a steady, practiced gesture he raised his hands over the desktop.

"Only the the strongest survive, only the fittest prosper. Though they've made pariahs of your house, the outlook of your ancestors isn't quite as removed as the martial world might believe." he said. Slowly his arms fell to his sides. "Stripped from all other airs, the fight to survive is the far more honest recollection of man and nature. ."

Meeting in the middle, the gesture spread wide until he could reach no further.

"The strong will do what they wish, to take for fodder and reduce to filth. The elders turned to nature to find a more distilled form, a purer essence. An affirmation of the strength they craved. Humans have no fangs, no claws, wings, or a natural means to fly. If they are to survive, it would be through mimesis, and chasing the shadow of the strongest."

Turning his hands over, he fanned the fingers out, the span of their reach slowly closing into rough-hewn fists at either end before he exhaled. His arms returned to his sides, sinking slowly with a distant half-shrug.

"And what are martial arts but man's crude imitation of the world around him? Whether Bird or Beast, there is nature's model to exceed limitation, to supplant the self as we struggling to assert our place," he continued. "Of course, these myriad creatures, they in turn lack hands. Their vision matches only as far as their short span can reach."

The lifeblood of Koryuu-ryu was one created by man to prey on beasts. All too easily could one lose themselves to it, until they had forgotten the shape of their spirit entirely.

"Primal egotism, that is all they can take responsibility for. Scraping by tooth and nail to survive the night and see the light of a tomorrow surrounded by savage threats is not a matter of strength, but adaptation." "By striking down and usurping the king of beasts, that should have been enough to affirm their right to exist. Taking...it...in, making it of one flesh, however, perhaps they found a kindred spirit."

A renewed appetite that neither flesh or victory could sate.

"It knows, Charco, what happened to Penhuoqi. To prove herself to the world as one of the worthy, she was willing to sacrifice anything for the moment she could realize her ambition."

When the sun set on reason, there was the death of dreams.

"Even her very humanity."

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Once declared the winner, Meagan steps off the arena platform and walks over to where Spidus landed. She waited for a moment to make sure he was conscious and relatively unharmed before speaking, "Thank you for the challenge. If I may, I was wondering why you hesitated to use your telekinesis for so long. It was your one ability that I was the most concerned about."

Spidus pauses befor me a mental message comes to her.

‘Uncertain. Your power......uncertain to me.’

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

For a brief second, Haru’s powerlevel dipped down to next to nothing.

A fraction of a second.

And then two attacks slam into him. One Parsley’s, the other being Totoma’s. Both come at different angles and almost in errie tandem, the two slam into him and only a mighty roar is heard.

The dust settles, and Haru’s giant form is gone, literally blasted apart and returning him to his normal size and self.

He is suddenly shocked in place, electromagnetism arcing around him as Sasheem cuts him in half, left shoulder down to right hip. As the shocked look registers on his face, Jack plants two knives in him. One in the heart, and one in his forehead.

Just to make sure.


The two pieces fall apart and onto the ground, dead.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Glacia screams.

Slammed into the chaff barrier that cannot be passed, her ring ripped from her useless arm, Ochazuke essentially crushes her against an object that cannot yield. Bones break, skin cracks, and blood pours as she is crushed. It is almost a mercy when Asha’rah cuts her heart out, her internal engine now exposed and no longer shielded. It floats out and free of the creature.


The hybrid is slain.

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Erosa breaths deep as her soul settles back into her body, alive and well again.

Eva slumps down, beyond exhausted. Anula too, Kai taking hold of her arm and helping her sit. Pike, meanwhile, nods in satisfaction and then makes sure Etrina is ok.

Alt Zaofan, however, keeps his gaze to the sky. His special crimson gaze looking not where Glacia has been slain, but elsewhere in the sky, as if searching for some other threat.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Chris, Althena, and Held find that the first of the hidden floors (each floor only having about five rooms of moderate size) is filled almost completely with various weapons and the like in each room. An armory of ancient and modern, alien and common, magic and non-magical, legal and illegal greets them.

There is armor too of all types and sizes, including several illegal to own GP mechs of the highest caliber.

[Sub-Zero MKA]

For a brief second, Haru’s powerlevel dipped down to next to nothing.

A fraction of a second.

And then two attacks slam into him. One Parsley’s, the other being Totoma’s. Both come at different angles and almost in errie tandem, the two slam into him and only a mighty roar is heard.

The dust settles, and Haru’s giant form is gone, literally blasted apart and returning him to his normal size and self.

He is suddenly shocked in place, electromagnetism arcing around him as Sasheem cuts him in half, left shoulder down to right hip. As the shocked look registers on his face, Jack plants two knives in him. One in the heart, and one in his forehead.

Just to make sure.


The two pieces fall apart and onto the ground, dead.

So much happened at once, and it passed by in a flash of time. When the dust settled, Haru's giant form was gone. He was several injured, weakened, and near death.

Victory was imminent, but it was also a chance to learn vital information about the Doctor. Yet, if Parsley planned on asking him anything, she never got the chance. Jack swooped in and killed the creature before she could open her mouth to utter a word.

Rather quick to jump the gun, but it didn't matter. There was another.

"You've had everything else stolen from you," she remarked, "so I'll let you steal the kill."

And a brief check was all it took to find the answer to Parsley's question; so once it had been, following a brief silence the Oni responded back.

'They are quite alright, and will remain so until you return.'

She sighed with relief. 'Thank you. We just finished up, so we'll be there shortly.'

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Incenio says nothing as he crushes his wine glass in his hand as Charco and Solarius are called out to the arena. Char o arrive first and then Solarius does, nodding to the young man.

“You ready?, Solarius asks as the match bell rings.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

So much happened at once, and it passed by in a flash of time. When the dust settled, Haru's giant form was gone. He was several injured, weakened, and near death.

Victory was imminent, but it was also a chance to learn vital information about the Doctor. Yet, if Parsley planned on asking him anything, she never got the chance. Jack swooped in and killed the creature before she could open her mouth to utter a word.

Rather quick to jump the gun, but it didn't matter. There was another.

"You've had everything else stolen from you," she remarked, "so I'll let you steal the kill."



She sighed with relief. 'Thank you. We just finished up, so we'll be there shortly.'

Jack shrugs and throws a thumb out towards Sasheem.

“Toilet King there got the kill. I just batted cleanup to make sure. Too many of ya aliens can heal, ya know?”

[Sub-Zero MKA]

Jack shrugs and throws a thumb out towards Sasheem.

“Toilet King there got the kill. I just batted cleanup to make sure. Too many of ya aliens can heal, ya know?”

Parsley scoffed at the thought of Sasheem doing something useful. "Just not the ones who can benefit from it." She looked up at the sky briefly. "Seems we're done here. I'm heading back to the Lookout." She floated upward, then took off.

Hm. Feels like the enemy there just died.

Now that the threat was over, she could finally actually get some rest and officially catch-up with Avoca. She was sure she missed quite a bit in the year she was dead. I wonder how Maiz is doing?

[KingofPie]

For a brief second, Haru’s powerlevel dipped down to next to nothing.

A fraction of a second.

And then two attacks slam into him. One Parsley’s, the other being Totoma’s. Both come at different angles and almost in errie tandem, the two slam into him and only a mighty roar is heard.

The dust settles, and Haru’s giant form is gone, literally blasted apart and returning him to his normal size and self.

He is suddenly shocked in place, electromagnetism arcing around him as Sasheem cuts him in half, left shoulder down to right hip. As the shocked look registers on his face, Jack plants two knives in him. One in the heart, and one in his forehead.

Just to make sure.


The two pieces fall apart and onto the ground, dead.

Jack shrugs and throws a thumb out towards Sasheem.

“Toilet King there got the kill. I just batted cleanup to make sure. Too many of ya aliens can heal, ya know?”

"Bah!" Sasheem spat somewhere on the ground. "If Sasheem's the toilet king, what's that make sumbitch like you who'a gotta clean up his waste?" He pointed at the remains of the hybrid and laugjed.

Parsley scoffed at the thought of Sasheem doing something useful. "Just not the ones who can benefit from it." She looked up at the sky briefly. "Seems we're done here. I'm heading back to the Lookout." She floated upward, then took off.

Hm. Feels like the enemy there just died.

Now that the threat was over, she could finally actually get some rest and officially catch-up with Avoca. She was sure she missed quite a bit in the year she was dead. I wonder how Maiz is doing?

Sasheem turned to look at Parsley. "Weren't you people suppose to have this **** handled? Sasheem can't even handle his own business without steppin' in to fix your damn problems!" The Majin sneered, scratching his chin.

Now that the fight was over, there was something he wanted to know...among many things he got a read on from whatever fight was goin on, on the Lookout, something was...off. "By the way, wimpanzee, when the hell did a new Majin arrive on the Lookout?" He asked of Parsley. "That energy seemed familiar, but Sasheem never felt that kinda intense disregard for another's life since...well...himself, really."