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Post by K.I.A | Dahveid Blaze on Jun 15, 2015 11:06:27 GMT -6
His door opened. It had been a year since Dahveid had seen sunlight. Since fresh air kissed his skin. Prior to a year ago, it had been five years in solitary. Dahveid had so little time out in the other cells, that people began to talk about him like he was a myth. This figure in the dark that never spoke, never wasted words. He had grown into a much quieter man in prison. People generally left him alone, except the guards. They followed him around with blasters and blades, ready to cut off his head at a moments notice.
It wasn't like he could go anywhere. The doors were blast proof and electric, he was miles underground and if he made it to the tunnel without DNA clearance, his body would weight enough to crush his body to the floor. Enough weight that even he couldn't stand it.
So, he continued forward, walking out and wincing at the brightness. He headed out into the jail block, heading for the cell they had designated for him. He turned as they closed the door, and sat on his bunk. On the wall were the scratches marking the years since his son and wife left- almost seventeen years. His son would be going on 18 soon. And then he knew...she would come back for him. It's what he would wait for, if the roles were reversed. His beard, brows and hair had grown long and bushy...he was dirty and ready to be out of this hell hole.
It was only a matter of time before some gang leader here decided to make himself a legend by slaying the Dragon.
And when they tried....back into solitary he would go, covered in their blood.
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Post by Vo Lang on Jun 15, 2015 12:31:16 GMT -6
Sure enough Dahveid's assumption was correct. Some newly incarcerated inmate in the last year had taken control of one of the more influential groups in the prison. Hearing of this mythological man like he were the Legendary Super Saiyan himself. No, Ilogo gathered most of his crew, paid off the guards to be else where for a few hours. Walking up on the cell the Saiyan would speak.
"Well then. If it isn't the great Notch* himself. They say you are as powerful as King Vegeta. That means killing your traitor ass will give me full reign over this entire prison."
*Notch, a derogatory term meaning without honor, lower than dirt.
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Post by K.I.A | Dahveid Blaze on Jun 15, 2015 13:21:34 GMT -6
Dahveid said nothing as the man approached. His eyes were shaded by the hair and the dark contours of the cell. The bulb had been broken by his fist- he liked the dark, and his eyes were used to it. He stood, like a mountain. His years had taken the generally lean but well muscled man and turned him into a brick shithouse. He stared out, two points of light under his eyes. His hands, for the moment, were at his sides as he watched the newcomer with disinterest.
"Vegeta is my King, and always has been. I make no lie to my allegiance- my race is my life. But I will say to you what I have said to every man who has stood where you are now."
His hands rose, palms up as a thick purple aura mingled with lightning bolts of crackled power which twitched around his body.
"Run back to where you came from, or I will bathe the walls in your blood."
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Post by Vo Lang on Jun 15, 2015 15:56:30 GMT -6
The intimidation factor was through the roof. Ilogo gritted his teeth and got into a spring like position as he got ready to say his next part.
"As far as I'm concerned I'll be the next King of Vegeta, with the current King assassinated and the prince being only eleven years old, it's only a matter of time."
With that, one of Ilogo's cronies would burst forward and shoot a beam of energy from his mouth large enough to do a decent amount of damage.
Lackey PL: 2,000
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Post by K.I.A | Dahveid Blaze on Jun 15, 2015 16:22:52 GMT -6
Dahveid threw out a hand, slapping away the energy like it was a child's play thing. Still, the back of his hand stung, and the blast would shatter the joints of his cage, dust filling the area.
Dahveid would have appeared to vanish.
He would reappear behind the one who fired the blast, and he would throw a hard right kick, letting out a rumbling shout as he attacked with forceful vigor, aiming to hit the crony around the ribs and shred his body in two.
PL: 5800
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Post by Vo Lang on Jun 15, 2015 16:34:08 GMT -6
Dahveids kick would burst straight through the poor fighter who had no idea what he was dealing with. Another guy would come flying in from Dahveid's left swinging a wide chop aimed to cleave head from shoulder, energy shrouded the arm with static energy popping off it. Ilogo flew backwards charging a bright orange ball of energy between his hands tucking it to his side he continued to charge the energy as his follower's assaulted Dahveid. Power Level: 3,540 Ilago's Power Level: ?
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Post by K.I.A | Dahveid Blaze on Jun 15, 2015 16:43:14 GMT -6
Dahveid reached up, grabbing the arm and ripping it off the mans shoulder. He then proceeded to hit the fellow with it repeated, shredding the arm but also shredding the guys body. He hurled it off to the side and turned back to the rest of his men. He spoke calmly.
"Tear."
He whipped up his arm and a massive ball of Ki appeared in the hall, spinning with spikes. It was nearly the size of the entire hallway- he fired it down the hall, intending to literally tear apart dozens of his men. He turned back to this Ilago, and flexed his fingers. He could feel the power this one was breeding. His mouth spread ion a grin, and he snapped into a crouch, powering up. From his mouth came that rumbling shout as his Ki literally shredding the ground under him. His Aura swirls, feet cracking into the ground. He was giving this boy a little taste- perhaps it would prevent the others who survived his spiky ball a chance to reconsider attacking- before he stood, hair waving as lightning and aura roared around him.
"You'll get one shot. Better make it a good one."
PL: 7000
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Post by Vo Lang on Jun 15, 2015 16:55:52 GMT -6
The spiked ball of energy would rip through the hallway and Saiyan gang member alike. The back of the pack combinging energy waves blasting a swirl of multi colored energy to stop the ball and blow it up before it could reach them. Yelling and strain made them weak and exhausted. This guy was beyond powerful, and that was starting to become more and more obvious as the followers didn't find the capability to move towards the man while he expressed his power.
Ilago was sweating and knew now he had made a mistake. However he would not back out of this choice. This was battle, this was war, this was survival.
"Fine! Inferno!"
Ilago would blast the ball of energy towards Dahveid, as it hurled towards him, Ilago would blast two beams into it from each of his palms.
"Burst!"
The ball would quadruple in size the orange fire color of the ball would cause energy tendrils to seep off until contact or until it got close enough Ilago felt comfortable and it would explode. Fire and energy combining in a swirl of destruction. Super heated air would blast down the halls severely hurting even his followers.
Ilago's attack: 6,500
Ilago's boosted attack: 7,200
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Post by K.I.A | Dahveid Blaze on Jun 15, 2015 17:08:26 GMT -6
Dahveid grinned, then crouched and crossed his arms in an X. The blast erupted around him, enveloping his aura. It burned the clothes right off his chest, his pants a little torn but not quiet as bad, since they were specially made. His shoulders singed, his hands standing on end as he closed his eyes. He could hear the screams behind him, and he knew how it would appear to his enemy- that he had been completely destroyed. This attack was beyond any runt of the litter- even King Vegeta would have been consumed by it. His bones ached, and the wind left him in a rush.
The guy had one thing- power. But his lack of respect for Dahveids noble blood, for the Prince, and for the world of Vegeta caused Dahveids blood to boil. His power continued to rise, pushing back against the flames. When he felt the time was appropriate, he spoke. His voice was deep. Commanding. Completely unafraid and powerful from the depths of the fire.
"Pain....is a complicated feeling, and not one I feel often. I must congratulate you on the accomplishment."
Through the flames, David walked, his eyes shining cold and blue in the blaze. His shadow and outline would be visible to Ilago, but most prominently was the glow of the deep blue eyes.
"What will happen to you now, your men will remember in their nightmares."
He threw out an arm, the explosion around him thrown off him like a towel. His torso smoked, and he had scuffs and a few bruises but...he wasn't even breathing hard. Dahveid burst forward and would attempt to palm Ilagos face, slamming him into the ground. The he would aim for the mount, clasp both his hands on either side of his enemies head and pop it like a giant watermelon. If it worked, his chest and the walls would be sprayed with blood and brain. Then he would grab the front of Ilagos shirt, lift his body, turn and throw him down the hall to skid to a stop at his mens feet.
"Run little children."
Dahveid ached all over- he wanted them gone, and woefully terrified. He didn't want to have to keep his power level constant, and he needed to rest from the pain in his chest and shoulders, and to try to heal from the burns now peppering his form.
PL: 8350
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Post by Vo Lang on Jun 15, 2015 17:20:14 GMT -6
Ilago sat through the exhaustion from using all of that power. Looking at the fire and smoke falling to his knee's, he knew if this hadn't destroyed the guy, this battle would be over... Ilago could claim this world as his own... That's when the voice and power pushed through the fire. Ilago looked to the floor where his hands had hung. As Dahveid made it clear he was to die.
"Dahveid... Storm Dragon. I was Ilago."
The display of death and power and the remains of what used to be their leader flopping and skidding on the ground. The group decided to pick up what was left of their people and make a tactical retreat. This was not worth the battle, with no leader and most of their force in ruins, they would be hard pressed to keep their standing on the totem poll in this prison.
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Post by K.I.A | Dahveid Blaze on Jun 15, 2015 17:29:53 GMT -6
Backtrack- with the words, Dahveid would simply grab Llago by the neck and lift him off his feet to be choked with Dahveid spoke.
"There is always a brood like you, waiting while I sit in solitary. Hoping that my passing by your hand will catapult you into superstardom. Do you know how many assassins whose blood I have shed? The weak have crumpled at my knees since before you were born, and yet still you come."
Dahveid would lower him, then push him back to fall on his ass.
"You have two choices in front of you now, Llago. I can pop you like a zit and and watch through my bars as the crows pick at your brain...or you can kneel, and pledge service to me inside these walls. And with it, live."
Dahveid had no knowing if his family would arrive- and he had put off taking control of this place, at least among the prisoners, because of that. But if it would keep people from needlessly dying, perhaps gaining command of a Prison gang was the best way to secure his peace. If Llago accepted, then he would stand to gain. If he refused, then he was back where he started and lost nothing. Either way, he'd be seeing solitary once more, of that he was sure.
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Post by Vo Lang on Jun 15, 2015 17:40:19 GMT -6
GM Roll: 12
Ilago listened looking Dahveid in the eyes before he was pushed back on his ass. His followers looking on with gritted teeth knowing the wrong move and everyone was dead. Ilago put his hands to the ground to push himself up a bit, looking to his men, then looking to the hulking form of the power house he just ran into. Head strong was his usual way of life. Find it, fight it, take it... Of course that landed him in this "Prison Of No Light".
"Then let it be known."
Ilago would take a knee and lower his head his eyes scanning the floor at his feet.
"Ilago, Fire Storm. Son of Kigan. Swear allegiance."
Name: Ilago Age: 23 Height: 5'8" Weight: 140 lbs Aura: Orange
Power Level: 5,000
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Post by K.I.A | Dahveid Blaze on Jun 15, 2015 17:48:13 GMT -6
He would nod as the alarms went off.
"This groups name will now be the Dragons. I will be going back to my cell now for the body count behind me. I expect when I come out, you will keep another challenger from knocking on my door, Fire Dragon. And take care what you do, for you will represent my name in all things. If you take that responsibility for a joyride, there is no hole deep enough on planet Vegeta for you to bury yourself in that I won't find you."
Guards would swarm the area in moments, he was sure. Didn't matter to him. He was already walking back toward the solitary confinement cell, trampling the bodies he had wasted, reaching the hole, stepping inside and slamming the door shut behind him.
OOC: Sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet
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Post by Vo Lang on Jun 15, 2015 18:02:25 GMT -6
"Yes sir."
With that the Dragon's would scatter and vanish as they did. The guards would arrive simply assuming it was Dahveid who did this. Lining around him with blaster's, scouters and readily prepared ki blasts. They would walk with the prisoner to the isolation chamber.
+8% PL exp.
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