AtomicNut

DBZ: The Sagas of The Z Warrior

Nice corpse looting there, m8t.

DBZ: The Sagas of The Z Warrior

Honestly, I don't care

The "Ha ha ha I AM SUPER STRONK PEW PEW" was getting tiring fast, honestly.

Warm me when they decide to fish out Mugen for something from the underworld. Or whatever.

DBZ: The Sagas of The Z Warrior

Blowing up cities? Not in my watch.

Mugen out.

DBZ: The Sagas of The Z Warrior

Mugen

@CaptainSully@Weird Tales@supertinyking@Eviledd1984@TheForgottenArc

Mugen barely had time to react as she saw the oncoming blast. Thinking quickly, she charged as much ki as she could in a last ditch effort to staunch the collosal energy wave towards her. Even if grazed her, the impact was enough to send her plummetting, her arms mangled and charred, towards the ground. She didn't emit a sound, as she much gasped for air when she hit the asphalt hard and fast.

I should've known better. Why are you even doing this Mugen? You're a bon vivant. You are a bandit. A rogue, shouldn't be playing the heroine. I mean, most people don't even notice you... She gritted her teeth, as she stood on her feet again, her arms unusable. Shit She reeled, as she used her ki sense where her other senses failed to pick up the fight. It's working. We are chipping his stamina down by wolfing on it. But if it uses an explosive attack all at on... did he just kick Sam on its strongest stance towards a building? That is...too strong. She reeled as she focused her ki once more.

Can't run away. Kojiro wasn't that much of an ass. I like the third street crepe stand. Hell, I am a bandit, but that's because i enjoy the freedom of it all. The beauty... And I'd hate to see it becoming ash. Mugen prowled on, noticing the sharp sense of ki. Oh, no no no no... She gritted her teeth. Nobody could take that on... and survive.

But if someone didn't do anything... Well, her favorite crepe stand would be a crater. She focused. The first technique she ever learned. Shapeshifting. The ability to change her body shape and size... but with the caveat the toughness would be the same. She grew and grew, becoming a pot of collosal size, as Raditz charged his attack.

I am Mugen of the Mist. I confound. I make attacks miss. I steal the smiles of people. I bring hope to where is despair. I am the bandit king. And a king sees to his subjects. Mugen stood pround, as she shunted the entire attack with her body, now transformed in a gigantic pot of sturdy metal.

The attack ravage her body, undoing the transformation. Half of her face was gone. Her left arm was no more. A large section of her stomach was burnt, and the organs were charred beyond belief. Still, in her chapped bloody lips, she smiled, her sorry sight losing energies before Raditz.

"Real power my ass, monkey fucker... can barely kill a weak woman." She said, as her energies finally failed, life escaping from her body.

"I was tired of this shit Kojiro. See ya... bring me crepes next time, okay?" She sent a last telepathic message to her acquaintance, cold and numbness spreading through her body.

Innocence Lost: Space Western Science Fantasy (Temporarily Open Again!)

Burner of Battalions

...or simply Bob

There were 595,244,321.5 unique and striking crystals on the lattice of the physical barrier that was chaining the mineral alien to the ground firmly. It knew, because it had enough time to count all of them. It had also began to name them. Some of them were aesthetically pleasing, so it used Kaisoeki pet names of them. Some of them were hideous, bent and malformed, so it used fleshbag names on them. It was like watching a telenovella, seeing the lattices vibrate with eachother as like a tiny cosmical army kept Bob in place without floating.

What was once a barrier, it had become several. It had wanderlust, for it had been betrayed and given to the Ascendence of Fleshbags as a token of peace. What a fleeting thing. One would say that the universe was peaceful, but Bob knew better. Amidst the harsh spaces of vacuum, raging infernos of celestial forges raveled and unraveled the threads of creation nonstop. Peace was but an illusion. And unraveling was fun. Too bad that the fleshbags were no good sports at all. And when it overcame its defenses to do what it seemed its vocation, screams and barriers soon followed. So now, like one of those small vapid children the humans called jewels, it was locked in a crystalline vault made by hideous malformed lattices of several kinds jumbled together.

They called it Vault. And it was surrounded by "warning signs" and "forcefields". It was encased in it. It remembered it of the other denizen it could ever hope to relate to. A consciousness sealed in a crystalline matrix carved with imperfections. It was called Realist. An alien intelligence that Kaisoeki would struggle to relate, but still relatable, for it had regularities, unlike the ever-changing atom strands of those slurry beings called humans. The way they existed in perpetual flux... was disgusting. It did not even understand how they were able to hold coherent thought, as their cognitive lattices were more liquid coolant that actual hard crystal. And the hard crystal parts they had, were only used as supports for their moist chemical mishmash they called organs.

It felt like vibrating with extreme disgust, but then it noticed other vibrations than itself. Something was happening. It wondered if Realist was okay.

Crystal lifeforms should support one another, should not they?

Innocence Lost: Space Western Science Fantasy (Temporarily Open Again!)

Hi. Refer to It as Bob

"Sloshy Fleshbags, rejoice, for It, Bob, has decided to grace you with its fiery presence. Also, keep your sebaceous secretions off its shiny crystal surface."

Name: -Unpronounceable-, The Sword of Mars, Lord of Charcoal, Heretic Rho, Burner of Batallions, among many names. It goes by Bob. It just loves how pathetically flappy are the moist operculums of organic races when trying to pronounce it.
Age: Really Old, Crystals grow at a snail's pace.
Physical Description:

Important items: "Does It look like it has pockets?"
Short Bio: "Ever since Bob coalesced in a tiny Crystal in the planet of Kaisoeki it gazed at the stars and their fiery cores. It always was marvelled on how all sorts of matter came to existence in such celestial forges. But what it found the most amazing was when some of these forges, when they run out of material, burned ever so brightly, spitting the laws of the cosmos in a last fiery stand only to leave a lasting scar of darkness in the fabric of existence itself. What you fleshbags called Supernovae, it was inspired by them. Others like it chose to weave. It chose to unravel. It was what you could call a warrior. It was what you could call an heretic. It burned across the cosmos the story of its existance. When the Thievers of light and Minerals, the Green mucks, what you refer as plant-folk Rau've it smiled in glee. It could turn into charcoal all of them, for they were vile. It did not really mind much the theft of our lessers cousins, as in the cosmos, the hard scratch and the soft are scratched. It served with what you call distinction and earned renown. It was again called to serve, this time by helping the green mucks against you fleshbags. But it drew the line when fleshbags tried to crush kin and put it inside them. It find it disgusting, and for that, they still must be crushed. Still, it does not harbour hard feelings to the fleshbags who were treated with our comrade's husks. For they were soft, and the soft are scratched. It finds amusing this fight between fleshbags, and it desires to join, so it can too, turn more organics into coal."
Special Spell/Ex. Skill List:

Phantom Limbs(Telekinesis-World): Bob can create force effects as if it had sloshy appendages, allowing it to manipulated devices like an organic would. It can also hit with the force of a punch and even fling people who aren't too heavy. Like an organic would.

Plasma Jet (World): Bob's spell workhorse, the spell causes to manifest dissociated hot gas to be blasted in a direction towards a target. Bob can either hit a target or propel itself through space at good speed. It has short range, but it packs quite the punch.
Gravity Prison (World): Traps a target into a field that increases the target's gravity self-pull significantly. Softer targets might implode instead of just merely be paralyzed.
Plunder(High): Steals the magic energy of a target in its vicinity.
Disgregate(Change): Bob can turn into a fine dust without suffering any ill effects. While this form allows Bob to seep through crevices, it also makes very vulnerable to attacks that might scatter it across a wide area. The spell is not instantaneous, and if sufficiently disgregated, Bob might eventually cease to exist. Bob can also use it on other targets to slowly and painfully desintegrate them, but it has to be maintaned.
Reaggregate(Change): The opposite spell of Disgregate, Bob can use this to reassemble itself should it suffer damage. It also serves as minor healing spell for fleshbags (but given their sloshy internal structures it won't be able to heal anything beyond clean breaks and cuts). It can also repair broken equipment.

Warp(Timespace):Bob is able to create micro-warps and travel faster than light without the need of a ship. However, the magic requires concentration, time, can be highly disruptive inside an atmosphere, can cause non Kaisoeki to randomly have their inner organs reassemble, can teleport itself inside a planet's core if it's not careful...etc. In short, only on void atmospheres, and only for Kaisoeki travel.

Force Shield(High): A shield made of raw mana. It's not the most efficient but works against a lot of things. It can protect other targets if they are near disgusting vicinity within Bob, and may allow them to Warp safely.

Exceptional Endurance - "It can survive in space. Can you, organic slush?"

DBZ: The Sagas of The Z Warrior

Raditz is now Spiky McMonkey.

DBZ: The Sagas of The Z Warrior

Mugen

@CaptainSully@Weird Tales@supertinyking@Eviledd1984@TheForgottenArc

"Are you a broken record or something? Did that murder monkey alien hit you many times in your head?" Mugen replied. The stranger frankly speaking, creeped her out. It had no ki presence, like a corpse, and there was this talk about absorbing energy so he could fight the new menace. Really? Really? What guaranteed her that the newcomer wouldn't instead run away? Also he was touching places a man should not touch a lady if he were polite.

Mugen let a long sigh. "I am fine. But if you think i will fall for this mighty saviour crap, you have mistaken me for an easy girl. Now hands off, shoo shoo!" She urged as she got away from his grasp. There had been a side benefit. At least he had taken the hits. Not that she had ever asked.

The plan had worked well. Well, maybe too well, given how the powerful alien had been sent face first against the ground ... and then attacked her peers. Mayhaps... there is a chink in his formidable power. Mugen quickly thought. She needed to step up the game, throw whatever dirty blow at the creature, hoping to create a large opening to bring him down. Even a swarm of butterflies could push a man down a cliff with the right moves.

She ascended, her ki concentrating. She wanted him to notice her. "OI! Spiky McMonkey! I see that you like being rowdy and games. Have you ever played this one, dear?" She paused. "It's called, you destroy my shit... I destroy your shit!" She grinned wickedly. And then she took off. Running from the battlefield.

Towards the impact site of the capsule and Raditz's ticket out of the planet.

Come on, be angry!, be infuriated!, and don't notice how Beefcake sam and the others will stab you in your back.

Isle of Atria (Open World, Always Open)

Sir Kay & The Messenger

Sir Kay's reaction to the roar was to quickly unsheathe the runic blade at his hip with phenomenal speed, his eyes shooting up in the sky. "Damn." He knew that sound. He knew that sound too well. He gritted his teeth? Have they come for me? No, this seems different. It was then when he realized the wizard was gone. Damnit. All that talk about being careful, and he probably was like a too curious child, what with probably running towards the dragon instead of seeking shelter.

He cursed under his breath as he covered his armor with the cape, following carefully Arlo in the courtyard. While the dragonscale was one of the best protections anyone could ever afford, it had one very big disadvantadge. It aggravated all dragons who caught sight of it, for it was a direct wound in their pride. Even if the beasts knew nothing of camaraderie, they would readily stomp the human who dare to kill one of them and wear their skin.

"Wondrous, isn't it? One roar of my beast and it shakes all your entire city." The messenger answered, with no small amount of arrogance. "This is the power of Yrdring now. A power that we can offer, o King of Wanderneir." He tilted his head. "You only need to swear fealty to Queen Lamia... as your High Queen. And she will provide all the might you can imagine to spare your kingdom... for levies and tribute of course." The rider cockily smirked, eyeing the dragon.

The beast was slightly restless, sniffing the air with its tongue intently. Something... semed to rouse the she-dragon.
@Jojo@Lumiere@Eisenhorn@AtomicNut@Sophrus@restless

DBZ: The Sagas of The Z Warrior

@Double Mugen tried to seek them to get rid of her Dead Pulse, maybe.