Abilities: Armament Haki(Equipped), Pillar of Light, Rough Knuckle, Combo, Armor(Equipped), Shadow Cloak.
Items: Charismatic Sunglasses, Sanctum, Sakuya Fumo,
Traits: Tough as Nails, Mithril Skeleton, Musk, Psyker(Pyromancy)
Skills: Adept Masseuse
Familiars: N/A
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Techniques:
Ki:
Pepper Bomb - A Ki blast that is charged and then thrown to cause a fiery explosion in the area hit.
Ki/Magic:
Tabasco Cannon - His Psyker (Pyromancy) has allowed him to become more in tune with the magical aspects of the universe, gaining an innate sense of magic that has increased with further mental training. This technique combines both Ki and Magic to channel his energy into a blazing cannon. Energy used and damage increase the longer it is maintained.
Magic:
Flame Breath - A torrent of psychically-generated flames pours forth from the psyker's eyes and mouth, engulfing the target.
Fire Shield - With a sweep of their arms, the psyker throws up a towering wall of flame to protect their allies.
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[YOU HAVE BEEN REWARDED WITH A PLATINUM RANDOM TICKET DUE TO THE EXTREMELY LUCKY ONE IN A TRILLION FEAT YOU HAVE JUST ACCOMPLISHED! AREN'T YOU A LUCKY MONKEY?]
"What?" Bell looked at the text box that popped on the edge of his vision, a puzzled look on his face. "The hell's that supposed to mean?" And why the hell is it talking like that? The way it 'spoke' was always to the point without beating around the bush, now it decides to add fluff to it?
And a Platinum ticket to boot? That's a tier 4 ticket that he just got for... doing nothing? How does that make any sense? "Why are y- Nope, y'know what? Not gonna argue. If this is a glitch in the system, then I am counting my blessings." Can't have it suddenly backpedalling if he argues about it.
The Saiyan takes a seat in his very clean and tidy room, courtesy of Sakuya Fumo, and then the ticket is torn; the wheel of fortune begins to spin. "Huh, that's a new colour." He was too distracted by the pretty colours to notice where it landed until he got the notification.
"Oh come on!"
[Rule of Cool]
|Uncommon Trait|
You have the Rule of Cool, physics bends around you slightly to allow you to do things the "cool" way while ignoring the fact that it shouldn't work, Style AND Substance, baby. Grab a bullet out of the air and send it back, walk with your back to an explosion without feeling anything, do tricks in the middle of a fight without incurring any disadvantages, etc. Doing things the cool way just comes naturally to you. (Does not affect your stats or level of skills.)
A groan of disappointment. It's not like the trait is bad, but... it was a Platinum ticket, man. He can be a bit picky!
[OH WHAT A SHAME! NOT THAT LUCKY AFTER ALL. YOU SHOULD HOLD OFF ON BUYING ANY LOTTERY TICKETS.]
"Yeah, yeah, don't need you to say how I'm unlu-" His eyebrows furrowed, and he uncrossed his arms, head tilted a bit to the side as he looked at the textbox. "What's going on?"
[WHAT DO YOU MEAN?]
Eyes narrowed as his tail lashed against the ground, bark and splinters flew from the force of the blow. "That. That right there! You're talking to me! You don't talk! You just- you just tell me when I get new stuff!" That's how it has been for over half a year now, at least. Then it suddenly decided to switch up?
[TUTORIAL'S PREMATURELY OVER. ADVANCED FUNCTIONS HAVE BEEN FORCEFULLY UNLOCKED.]
It is not making any sense! He's still just as stuck here as he was befo-
The hairs on the back of his nape stood up as goosebumps spread all over his body. His tail stilled momentarily, frozen in place before wrapping around his waist once again as he stood up. The items he rolled, such as the Sunglasses and Sakuya Fumo returned to the Inventory slots reserved for them safely. Despite not seeing with his eyes, they are focused on a point beyond the walls of his room.
Face is blank for a few more moments before he began to float a few feet off the ground with a gentle push.
Bell flew down to where the lions are currently feasting upon the tasty flesh of the Cthul's body, which he had sliced and brought back home. The thing is far too big for him to eat alone, so most of it belongs to them now. He patted the grizzled old Lion on the head, and it curiously looked at him, one of the fuzzy ears twitching. "Hey," He began, husky voice uncharacteristically soft. "I think- I think I'm gonna leave now. So, shit... I guess this is goodbye to ya'll." Bell glanced around the menagerie that he had lived alongside for some time now. "Hope the best for you and your gang, old man."
He flew back, a smile on his face as he saluted the overgrown kittens. "Been a pleasure, take care of the place while I am gone, ay?" It would be neat if he could take one of them. But... he doesn't want to practically kidnap a kit just so he has a fuzzy companion.
Well then, he doesn't know if they can understand his words, but that doesn't matter. He can communicate with more than just words. His energy washed over the area as he closed his eyes and focused. Being more in tune than ever with how his energy works has let him communicate exactly how he's feeling right now.
And that's enough. Once he opened his eyes again, the lion group were all looking at him. They joined in a cacophony as a way to say their own goodbyes.
It's not exactly music to his ears, but he appreciates the noises nonetheless. "In case I don't see ya, good afternoon, good evening, and good night!" Bell takes a deep bow and lets his Ki flare up around himself as he turns around and flies off into the distance, soon disappearing from their sight.
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Chaise nervously groans and then holds his head, chubby fingers pressing down against his scalp. "Gra-Gravity's too strong! We can't-WIll not handle it too long!" The pressure being exerted upon the ship is absolutely crushing their poor Enfileur!
"Send the flares immediately, if there is someone down there then they will have just a few moments to notice the signal." How could she have known Tutori's gravity would have been this intense? The planet is devoid of any useful information, and the only thing in the files about it is that Saiyans have a tendency to send children they do not wish to keep there to die.
Practically an abortion via execution. Canapé has heard many stories regarding that race, mostly of the horror kind... but she has been fortunate enough to never run into one thus far. The universe is very vast and brimming with life, so they were not exactly commonplace even before their apparent near-extinction.
She had thought Freeza would have slowed down the acquisition of planets. The woman was mistaken; the demand for more information regarding undocumented planets has increased. Decades ago, this job used to be easier, but now the Galactic Patrol keeps guards near Freeza's territory, and even that is being pushed against the Tyrant with each passing day. And it is not like most folks can just decide to take a ship and leave the controlled systems either.
Not without risking almost certain death.
Tapis is practically moments away from caving in and starting to chew through his claws due to the amount of anxiety he's feeling. "This is not a good idea. If there is an actual Saiyan there, then we might be in trouble. Who knows what these savages are capable of-" He froze mid-sentence, his red scales somewhat paling as he looked at the cockpit window.
Someone stood near the window, staring right at them. Wide frenzied eyes and a smile that made his(?) elongated canines glint dangerously. Long, black spiky black hair somewhat swept back, going a bit past his lower back. The grey uniform he wore is in tatters, completely missing the upper half, and the bottom half doesn't look all that good either, as it has been mostly torn, starting from his knee area and then coming down. Black eyes that glanced between the three of them… And of course, a curled tail around his waist, acting like a makeshift belt.
Knock, knock. "How do I get in?" He mouthed. Well, spoke, but it is not like they are able to hear him, given the protective glass standing between them.
The entire crew is frozen. Finding a Saiyan here was pretty much even less likely than winning the galactic lottery. And yet here is one, looking at them with wild eyes.
Chaise is the first to do something besides staring dumbly at the Saiyan, the pilot pointed to the Starboard of the ship, and before the two other crew members could even protest… he had already finished the command to open the bay doors.
A screech came from the local red-scaled cold-blooded doctor. "WHY WOULD OYU DO THAT?!" Two pairs of hands are crutching his own head as he paces around his station. "ARE YOU AWARE OF HOW RECKLESS THAT WAS?!"
His chubby finger weakly pointed at the Captain. "B-but sh-she said to ta-ke a gamble! R-righ-te?" He defended his actions by quoting the spider woman's words.
She leaned against her seat and covered her face with two hands, the others nervously tapping against the console. "That was for morale, I didn't expect to actually find a Saiyan, maybe a lost Freeza Force soldier, not… a Saiyan!" It was supposed to be perhaps a quick rescue mission for some extra credits while they were already here. "Tapis, how dangerous can a single Saiyan be?" The woman twisted around her chair to stare at the still closed doors of the cockpit area.
"Fuck, let me, oh great, I can't even pull any records because they are locked tighter than Chaise's maman's asshole. Anything regarding Saiyans has been buried under so many layers of protection that I don't even know who I have to get in contact with to even request access to the most basic things!" He waved the arms on his right side towards his information console and groaned. "But I know just one is equal to an army when it comes to danger."
Canape's eyes narrowed towards the door once again. "So we are all alone with someone who has possibly gone savage, given that look in his eyes… and we don't have any weapons to defend ourselves. And even if we had any sort of blasters, it would still most likely be useless." All the cards are stacked against them.
The door hisses open, and the trio holds their breath in anticipation and fear.
"Not to be ungrateful, but this place is pretty damn messy. Have you guys never heard of cleaning?"
Eh?
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Okay, they're looking at him weirdly. He knows he doesn't smell, Musk takes care of that part even if he didn't clean himself. Which he did daily! "Oh crap, sorry, where are my manners?" Bell clears his throat and rests a hand against his chest. "Name's Belluper, but I go by Bell. Pleasure to meet ya'll. Like, really, you guys are kinda the first people I have seen in… fuck I was three when I got sent to Tutori, so that'll make it eleven years with no contact, yeesh."
And that's a long ass time to not talk to anyone. He is surprised his mind didn't break. Well… not that he assumes he is all that good up there, but he's sane enough at least.
[DEBATABLE]
A glance at the system window, followed by an annoyed wave of his hand that dismisses it. "Okay, ya'll are pretty quiet right now, and now I'm wonderin' if I am even speaking the same language as you people." That's all he needs, to be 'rescued' by a bunch of aliens who can't even speak the same language.
He is fairly sure he's speaking English right now… should he have been speaking in Japanese for them to understand him? Because that's a problem, given that he knows as much Japanese as he knows Hungarian. That is to say…
None.
Knockoff Muffet from Undertale took a deep breath and got out of her seat, standing at the very tall and most impressive height of… half of his. "Ahem, welcome to the Enfileur, Belluper. I am Captain Canapé, and these are my associates, Tapis and Chaise." Oh Lord, did he get saved by the French? He'll never make surrender jokes ever again!
He raises a white flag to the French.
Hah!
The local Saiyan gave the Temu Fourarms and the yellow dude who looked like Charlie from Smiling Friends, but with only one eye, a nod. "I'm really grateful for this rescue, did my people send ya'll to take me back or something?"
Aaaand now they are nervously looking at each other.
What…?
The red four-armed dude is the one who approaches first, two pairs of arms behind his back as he begins to speak. "I am afraid that your home planet has, ah… been caught up in a most unfortunate accident, Monsieur Belluper. For you see, a meteor has collided with planet Vegeta, completely destroying it and all life present. But fear not, there are only but three Saiyans alive besides you."
So that's where he is timeline-wise… He needs more information. "When was that?" Bell asks while circling around the cockpit and standing right in front of the glass in front of the cockpit. Huh, Tutori is mostly a red ocean with only a large land mass. He figured it was mostly ocean, but he thought he was just unlucky in finding other lands. So, ninety percent water and ten percent land.
Canapé speaks, her voice slow and deliberate. "It happened almost three years ago. It came without any warning, there was nothing anyone could have done to prevent it." She is paying close attention to the Saiyan's expression. He didn't seem to care much about the planet being destroyed, given that he has been on Tutori since he was three, so that makes sense. He most likely has zero attachments to Vegeta.
"Eh, shit happens." The teen shrugs uncaringly. "Ship's creaking like it wants to explode, I take it that it ain't made to resist this kinda gravity." He is focusing on the land mass down below, rubbing his chin as he considers something. "I wonder if that'll work…"
Chaise was already in the process of pulling the ship back up out of the atmosphere. "O-on itte!'
Light Pillar replaces Armor in the active ability slot. Bell raises a hand in a snapping motion and…
Snaps.
All present in the cockpit looked on as several Pillars of Light popped all around the populated land, crashing down from the very heavens against the chosen targets. The targets? Every single Lasher he is able to sense. All of them. "There we go. My final gift for you, kittens"
[ALL LASHER PRESENCE ON PLANET TUTORI HAS BEEN EXTERMINATED. CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR FIRST GENOCIDE. HERE'S A PLATINUM RANDOM TICKET]
[MILLIONS OF BEASTS AND LASHERS HAVE BEEN 'HUNTED' BY YOUR HAND. A GOLD ADVANTAGE TICKET HAS BEEN AWARDED.]
[YOU HAVE NOW OFFICIALLY LEFT THE PLANET'S ATMOSPHERE AND ARE INTO SPAAAAAAACE. YOU GET A SILVER RANDOM TICKET FOR SOMEHOW ESCAPING THE TUTORIAL SECTION EARLIER.]
[Hyper Reflexive]
|Elite Trait|
Your entire nervous system is overhauled, and your reflexes are so fast they almost seem like precognition.
Now THAT is a good Platinum ticket! Now for the Golden Advantage one!
[Beginners Guide to Runecraft]
|Rare Item|
Fate - A beginner's guide on basic Nordic/Scandinavian runecraft written personally by the Allfather Odin himself. Allowing those who study it to learn the art of Runecraft.
VERSUS
[Vibranium Weave Patch]
|Elite Item|
MCU - An ordinary-looking sticker that, when applied to a piece of clothing, perfectly suffuses it with Vibranium weaving, adding threads of vibranium perfectly integrated. Making the clothing incredibly durable and capable of dispersing kinetic energy to the point where even a baseline human can withstand a tank shell without dying. The patch only contains enough vibranium threads to be used on at most 5kg of clothing.
Vibranium has a better rarity and might even become even better alongside Armament Haki, but right now, he has far too many defensive shenanigans. And Magic is Magic, more knowledge on that aspect is something he much prefers.
So the Beginner's Guide to Runecraft it is.
Well then, time for silver.
[Rule 63]
|Rare Trait|
"Where Banana?" Reality across all of existence has been twisted, warped, retconned and remade to make some men women. Or women men.
OH COME ON! HE JUST GOT OUT! AND NOW THINGS ARE ALREADY DIFFERENT! HOW THE HELL IS A TRAIT THAT AFFECTS THE ENTIRE EXISTENCE ONLY A RARE?!
He huffs, and when he turns around, the ship members all have wide eyes and mouths agape.
Canapy recovers first. "What… what have you done?"
"Oh, I just got rid of all the Lashers on that planet. Pesky fuckers that bothered me tons when I was there. Trust me, that's not a big loss. Lizard fuckers had it coming." The way he spoke so casually about it made them all shiver. "Anyway, while exploring the ship to try and find ya'll, I ended up stumbling upon some sort of storage area. I'm pretty pooped, and I had one of THESE days today, so imma go and sleep. That's okay?"
The Captain weakly nodded, and soon Bell was out of the cockpit, heading straight towards the storage room.
A moment of pregnant silence that stretched for several minutes.
"Fuck." It echoed across the cockpit.
No one is entirely sure who said it, but they all mirrored the feelings that single word gave.
What kind of monster had they allowed into the ship?
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Abilities: Armament Haki(Equipped), Pillar of Light, Rough Knuckle, Combo, Armor(Equipped), Shadow Cloak.
Items: Charismatic Sunglasses, Sanctum, Sakuya Fumo, Beginners Guide to Runecraft
Traits: Tough as Nails, Mithril Skeleton, Musk, Psyker(Pyromancy), Rule of Cool, Hyper Reflexive, Rule 63
Skills: Adept Masseuse
Familiars: N/A
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Techniques:
Ki:
Pepper Bomb - A Ki blast that is charged and then thrown to cause a fiery explosion in the area hit.
Ki/Magic:
Tabasco Cannon - His Psyker (Pyromancy) has allowed him to become more in tune with the magical aspects of the universe, gaining an innate sense of magic that has increased with further mental training. This technique combines both Ki and Magic to channel his energy into a blazing cannon. Energy used and damage increase the longer it is maintained.
Magic:
Flame Breath - A torrent of psychically-generated flames pours forth from the psyker's eyes and mouth, engulfing the target.
Fire Shield - With a sweep of their arms, the psyker throws up a towering wall of flame to protect their allies.