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Post by Deleted on Sept 27, 2018 2:48:12 GMT -5
ACT I
Space Vegas.
It was a breeding place for crushed dreams and diminished hopes. The sort of place that gave you a taste of deeper luxuries, just enough to hook you on the allure of success, only to rob you of all that you are as you chase the fabrication of a winner's high.
It intrigued and disgusted him.
"Scotch, on the rocks?"
Colt grunted in reply as he grabbed the drink from the bar top. He slapped down a credit chit, turned without another word, and continued to observe the patrons of the casino.
He felt out of place in his ill-fitting, pinstriped suit with tailored cuffs and shiny dress shoes. As if he had donned an unfamiliar skin that sought to restrict his natural movement. More than that—confine the unbridled flame of his wandering spirit. His long crimson locks were twisted into a messy topknot, clearly not the well-groomed cut of a concise businessman.
Nor was the wild look in his amber-hued gaze befitting of the cunning and shrewd dealer he sought to portray.
Any professional would spot the gambit from miles away—amid the glittering fluorescent lights above, the beeping and whirling of various gambling machines, the thump of dice thrown across felt tables and clack of levers being pulled, the big half-demon stood apart like a sore thumb among the intoxicated and initiated.
Colt knew he did not need to fit in for long.
He glanced at the expensive wrist watch he'd splurged on to solidify the illusion. The auction wasn't set to start for another half hour. It was a private, black-tie affair and only those important enough to be in the know knew about it. Or those who knew how to grease the right palms.
Ice cubes clinked together, amber liquid sloshing in the glass he held in his hand as Colt raised it to his lips and sipped, keeping a wary eye on his surroundings, the heavy scent of alcohol and cigars that lingered upon the air teasing his nostrils.
Soon, the Black Diamond would be his. Colt refused to allow such a rare artifact to slip through his grasp.
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Post by Doctor Kaijin Vex on Sept 27, 2018 10:14:57 GMT -5
To think there was a greater universe.
Despite the fact that the seven foot tall Majin looked like a full grown adult, in actuality Khoshai was merely eight years of age, a child. The only reason he wasn't an illiterate, sniveling three to four foot tall Majin was because he had absorbed Zeno, a Kai Attendant from the heavens above, and had gained massive power as a result. However, he was only capable of accessing a small fraction of the Shinjin's power. Something that angered him deeply, for he desired more. He was also getting quite annoyed of this form of his. As much as his self confidence had skyrocketed, almost to the point of narcissism, Khoshai preferred looking his age, and having more aspects of his actual personality show, rather than having this damn Kai in his head twenty four seven.
So what did he do? Board a public shuttle to Space Vegas, in search of that damn Black Diamond. The gemstone's Ki amplification capabilities appealed to the struggling Majin, and might be just the thing he needed to draw out the dormant power that Zeno did not wish to share with him. Khoshai had only ever been off planet once, and that was before he absorbed Zeno, on some wild excursion to Planet Vegeta to fight some beet monsters. To this day, the Majin wondered if that journey was actually real or if he had dreamt it at some point, and just believed it to be true. Nonetheless, the Majin's space travel options were rather limited, but luckily Space Vegas was a popular destination for all races, including the now intergalactic travel savvy human race, in which plenty of people wished to vacation there in order to spend themselves into poverty and bankruptcy, and to perhaps indulge in pleasures beyond what could ever be achieved on Earth. Due to the massive popularity, Space Vegas was one of the first stops on this public space shuttle, developed by the famous Capsule Corporation, which was good.
Because this was hell.
Several hours. Several bloody hours of cramped spaces with multiple smelly humans. Several hours of being stared at in awe. And exactly a minute and thirty two seconds of having his headtail pulled by a five year old child before the Majin snapped at the child and the parent who was innocently watching, remarking as to how cute her little boy was.
Followed by ten minutes of crying from said cute little boy.
Dear Supreme Kai, give me the strength to not obliterate these fools.
Oh wait, he hated the Kais. Fuck the Supreme Kai.
Nonetheless, Khoshai's cruel and unusual punishment eventually came to an end when the shuttle landed, in which the Majin, who was originally positioned somewhere in the middle of the spacecraft seating wise, had shoved his way to the front, practically tossing everyone to the side so that he could be the first to exit. Finally, he took his first breath of relatively fresher air, sick and tired of inhaling body odor.
"I swear to god...one day I will destroy the fucking Earth." Khoshai muttered to himself, before beginning to walk, intent on not wasting anytime in this infernal spaceport. He had shit to do, and an auction to win. In the month since he had received the invitation to the private auction, Khoshai went from poverty to upper class, mostly by selling his services as a mercenary to several underworld organizations on Planet Earth, the site of a pink, elastic Majin who could destroy entire city blocks was enough to sell most people, and he found himself in quick employment. Stuff definitely pays better when it's illegal or shady, for Khoshai soon found himself rolling in dough before the month was out, with enough money to probably compete. Plus, he figured if he ended up losing the auction, he could always turn the winner into chocolate after the event was over. A rare gemstone and a nice sweet treat? How delightful!
Rushing out of the spaceport, Khoshai wasted little time before leaping into the sky, deciding to skip the ground traffic and move right into flight. He had half an hour left, and he had no time to deal with the unpleasant. He had already suffered enough on the ride here. He had studied the navigation routes to get to this place with dedication unlike any other before arrival, so he knew by heart where this place was, and the shortcuts to get there. Thus, it took him little more than seven minutes flying full speed to reach the destination, descending and touching down in front of a grand casino, the lights of the surrounding builds near blinding to the Majin. But, he didn't care about the light pollution. All he cared about was the diamond. And he'd be damned if he let anyone else get it before him.
Stepping forward, Khoshai made a move to enter, but immediately two armored bouncers closed the pathway to get in, looking the Majin in the eyes.
"No invitation, no entry." One guard said.
"Damn you fools, I don't have time for you..." Khoshai cursed, fishing out a shiny electric chip. He handed it to one of the guards, who examined it before nodding. Khoshai began to walk forward again, expecting to be let in, but ended up bumping into the guards, who had not moved from their human barricade.
"This is a formal event. Black suit and tie. Despite your invitation, we will not let you sully the importance of this event with your disgraceful attire." The other guard said, much to Khoshai's utter annoyance.
Majin Khoshai, as he always did, was wearing his white genie pants, which he had so meticulously cleaned the day before in preparation of this event, and his trademark Majin belt, the cursive 'M' placed at just the right angle. Of course, Khoshai lacked a shirt, but he never wore shirts. The most he wore was a vest, and that was pre-absorption. He had never owned a suit, and didn't have the time to buy one.
Nor the patience.
Khoshai growled, and steam began to shoot from the pores in his skin, and his body began to radiate heat in the form of pink light. When he spoke, his words were laced with malice and deadly intent.
"If you don't let me in, I will turn your into chocolate." Khoshai threatened. The guards looked at each other, their previously emotionless faces showing a bit of discomfort. They weren't sure what the seven foot tall Majin, whose power level seemed to be reaching a rather threatening five thousand, meant by "turn into chocolate", but they weren't about to find out. Making a quick, yet smart decision, they moved aside, allowing Khoshai entry. Almost immediately, Khoshai's aura dissipated, and his power level plummeted back to five hundred. With a smile on his face, Khoshai bowed his head to the pair
"Thank you, gentlemen. Hope you enjoy the show." He said before walking inside the casino.
Upon entry, Khoshai was once again blinded by the same light pollution that had plagued him outside, except a bit higher in concentration, forcing the Majin to avert his eyes at first. After a bit of adaption, Khoshai opened his eyes and began to walk towards the main gallery, his eyes bouncing between the plethora of gambling machines and fine jewelry on display behind guards and glass cases. While pretty, Khoshai had no interest in these worthless things.
He wanted the Black Diamond. Needed it.
And he'd be damned if he let anyone take it from him.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 27, 2018 18:03:07 GMT -5
The guards stared at the strange figure as he traipsed past them into the bustling casino.
A visible sense of relief washed over them. The larger of the two grit his teeth, glaring daggers after the majin as he disappeared within the stream of people flowing in and out of the casino.
"So, what, we're just supposed to let that guy treat us like garbage, Benny?" he asked the smaller man.
Benny curled a finger around the knot at his throat, tugging down to loosen his tie a bit.
"And what would you have us do, Jackie? You felt that aura, didn't ya?"
"Yeah, but—"
"Listen, bud. I'm as sick of these whack-offs and jerk-offs as you are. But picking fights with the clientele is not the way to get paid 'round these parts, you got me?"
"Fine."
Veins bulging in his beefy neck, Jackie obliged with a curt nod, turning back to resume his post.
The sleek black cruiser glided effortless through the evening.
The traffic to and from the casino was congested as per usual, though Viola could see the impatient, hopeful faces of those who hoped to get into the casino through the tinted window she sat beside.
Blue, shapely legs protruded from beneath the pencil skirt she wore as she folded one leg neatly over the other, her black heel tapping anxious against the floor. She smoothed a hand through the orange mass of wild curls atop her head, and for what felt like the hundredth time checked the communicator strapped to her thin wrist.
It wasn't unusual to see a Heran in these parts—xenos of all shapes and sizes frequented Space Vegas since its birth and subsequent expansion. An ambitious effort of humanity, and though Viola hated to admit it, a genius venture that paid gargantuan dividends for people such as her employer.
Tonight's auction was a special affair. There was only one item on the docket Mr. Stellar was interested in.
"The Black Diamond."
She spoke the words aloud, garnering the attention of the two hulking xenos dressed in sharp business attire similar to her own. They hardly spoke a word, but their irritation at being cramped within the quaint confines of the luxury space cruiser was evident upon their scarred, pockmarked faces.
"Relax, boys," she stated in a tone smooth as silk. "It's not long from now. Do your jobs, and you'll be well compensated." She punctuated her statement with a flirty wink, garnering a pair of agreeable grins from her bodyguards.
The soothing Earth jazz created a perfect backdrop for the high rollers that inhabited this place tonight.
He'd walked the perimeter of the establishment three times now, noting the position of the entrances and exits. He was trying to scout the most probable spots the Black Diamond would be housed. No doubt, it was held under lock and key much like all the artifacts on auction that evening. But the Black Diamond was a gem in its own right.
It was rumored to possess certain properties that adept ki wielders such as himself could benefit from.
His broad shoulders were tense with anxiety, his face a grimace of perpetual irritation. It seemed having fully tapped into his demonic half had also brought out the tangible lust for chaos. Demons sought to crush and destroy all that the Gods had wrought. Colt felt no particular affinity toward the Kais or the Demons, save for perhaps Kuueru (Queen Kuueru), but that was a different matter altogether.
Polishing off his drink, Colt set it upon the tray of a passing server before straightening the lapels of his borrowed suit. Borrowed from the unconscious gentleman in the grungy alley located behind the establishment.
Not wanting to stand out more than he already did, Colt held his power level at an even one thousand. It was enough to scare away any potential scam artists looking to score a quick buck but those who could feel it would raise their own as they sensed it. It was a fighter's reflex to protect themselves, and there were more than a few strong individuals in attendance that evening.
One in particular.
Colt sensed the majin before he spotted him. Stopping near the entrance, he watched the towering pink figure stroll into the locale after a brief altercation with the bouncers taking admissions at the entrance.
Though his power was roughly half of Colt's, he sensed an undercurrent of malice with this individual. That could be a problem.
Stepping into the being's path, Colt approached him in a casual manner, trying to seem non-threatening.
"You're not planning to cause any trouble here, are you? I've got important business tonight. I'd rather not take any chances of someone—namely you—screwing that up."
His gaze swept over the being, noting his lack of formal attire.
"You're not even dressed for the occasion. No wonder those guys gave you a hard time."
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Post by Doctor Kaijin Vex on Sept 27, 2018 21:54:13 GMT -5
People pissed himself off.
And what pissed him off more was Zeno's consciousness stirring to piss him off even more, his awakening triggered by Khoshai's momentary flare of power. The Shinjin's voice in his head was extremely aggravating, and Khoshai couldn't wait for this Black Diamond to erase this infernal god from his mind, and for him to fully digest this being's power, gaining access to Zeno's full potential and knowledge.
"It won't help you....you can never access the full power of a divine being....I am beyond anything you could ever achieve...you can never utilize Godly Ki!"
With great force, Khoshai slammed his hand down on his belly, a resonating slap sound of flesh upon flesh resonated through the casino, although such was easily drowned out by the jazz music. Despite everything, however, he couldn't help but find himself bothered by Zeno's words. The Black Diamond, once he attained it, would certainly speed along the assimilation process, and increase Khoshai's strength to untold levels. Yet....would it reward the Majin with access to Zeno's divine Ki? And if not, how strong was Zeno truly without his Divine Ki? Is it possible Zeno could make him weaker? That part was also a concern. While it was true that Zeno increased his overall intelligence and awareness, as well as his battle instincts, allowing him to fight more effectively and better than his previous form....to a degree. However, there was an unpredictability and randomness that came with his original attack patterns...something that Khoshai couldn't intentionally recreate. Khoshai's wild fighting style came naturally, utilizing the unique Majin body to the max to get attacks in. Both styles had their pros and cons...but a hybrid of the two would serve him well. But...he had to get there first.
As he found himself a couch to sit on, Khoshai crossed one leg over the other, leaning back against the wall and yawning heavily, his fangs on full display to oncoming passerby. From then on, he decided to close his eyes, deciding to meditate, even if he was in a loud and rowdy casino. Another trait he had inherited from Zeno, the ability to center himself, even in the midst of chaos. Although such an ability hadn't done Zeno much good during their fight. His voluntary cancellation of his own sight augmented his other senses in order to compensate, prompting his ears to be much more acute. It was only due to this that he was able to hear the name "Black Diamond" from the Heran lady, prompting the Majin to open his eyes, his gaze turning to observe who had uttered those words.
A finely dressed Heran lady flanked by two Xeno brutish men. Their mere presence here marked them as powerful. Not necessarily in the physical sense, but more in the financial sense. Space Vegas was not run by who was the strongest in town, for that ultimately didn't matter. This place ran on how much money you had, and who you knew. The former had gotten Khoshai through the door, and Ko guessed that it was a combination of both that had allowed these three to attend such a private affair.
It matters not....they are still competition. Khoshai thought to himself, right before something interrupted his train of thought, in the form of a body stepping in front of his field of view.
Looking up, Khoshai narrowed his eyes at Colt. He found the man's presence, and his comments, easily the most aggravating thing of the night, only compounding upon the Majin's already sour mood. First the five year old, then the bouncers, and now this bitch.
"Do you like chocolate?" Khoshai interjected, interrupting the half demon right in the middle of his second sentence, not letting him continue past "any chances of someone".
Rising, Majin Khoshai's full height would be revealed as a whopping seven feet in height. Grunting, Khoshai would move to shove past Colt.
"Threaten me again, and I will turn you into a Kit-Kat." Khoshai said as he started to walk away. The time for the auction was nearing. In just a few, short minutes.
Word Count: 695 | Total Word Count: 1,965 | @null
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Post by Deleted on Sept 28, 2018 0:19:36 GMT -5
"Right this way, Lady Viola."
"You're too kind, Malgros."
The squat, tubby xeno dressed in the fine livery of the hired help couldn't help but grin as he guided the lovely woman and her bodyguards to their seats. With her boss's connections, they had secured a prime spot near the front of the auditorium. It would afford them a great view of the selection.
Bowing perhaps a bit too low for his bulging stomach to allow, Malgros swept his hand with a flourish, directing them along the row of cushioned chairs to their designated area.
"This way, boys," said Viola, gesturing for the two men to follow her.
They were on edge, eyes narrowed as they observed the scene around themselves. They weren't the only hired security in the room after all—several other high rollers were in attendance, some having claimed their seats while others milled about, sipping their drinks and trading idle gossip about the upcoming auction.
No doubt, the Black Diamond was certainly the focal point of the evening.
Viola settled with ease into her chair, folding one leg neatly over the other. Her two bodyguards sat on either side of her, keeping a wary eye on their surroundings. They seemed tense, ready to strike at a moment's notice. Her purse began to buzz—right on time.
She reached into its velvet folds and retrieved the comm device. Pressing a button to receive the incoming transmission, Viola smiled as if she were visible to her employer on the other end.
"Good evening, Mr. Stellar."
"Has it started yet?" A gruff male voice, probably human, cut through the speaker.
"Not yet, sir, but the auction will begin any moment now. Of that I am certain."
"Good. Do not leave there without the Black Diamond. I don't care how you obtain it."
"Understood."
"What about our... other contingency?"
"Everything is fully in play."
"You've done well tonight, Viola. You're certain to earn your credits' worth tonight."
"Always a pleasure, sir."
The correspondence ended abruptly, a bit of static crackling through the comm before it cut out completely. Viola placed it back into her purse before removing a compact hand mirror and checking her reflection in it.
Her lipstick could use a touch up, but otherwise, her image was as flawless as ever.
Gone were the endless island squabbles of her oceanic home world. She could achieve far more now than most of her pirate brethren could ever hope to achieve.
The auction would begin in mere minutes.
Everything was going according to plan.
"Turn me... into a Kit-Kat?"
The notion was so ridiculous, for a brief moment, Colt could not muster a reply.
He blinked, incredulous as he stared at the towering pink figure before him. He was tall, easily taller than Colt, so that he had to glance up at the figure to meet his gaze.
He's going to turn me into... chocolate?
Colt had not dealt with many Majins in his time. But he knew they were notorious for two things—ridiculous short tempers and candy addiction. Chocolate, in particular.
He'd always heard they were a childish, fickle bunch possessed of a great deal of strength and fighting prowess. But this figure was different, to say the least. He carried himself with an air of superiority that irritated Colt to no end. If there was one thing he couldn't stand, it as being brushed aside as if he were a petulant child.
Thus far tonight, he'd maintained his cool.
But the alcohol in his system had begun to lower his inhibitions. Remaining incognito just did not seem as important as before.
His magenta aura flared around him, sending out a wave of concussive force that swirled around him in a vortex. It sent cards flying from hands, flipped tables over and spilled chips and coin alike. Sensing a brawl, people began to panic and exit the area, most of them just normal humanoids who had seen enough of these fights to know they would wind up collateral damage if they remained.
Raising his power level to around fifteen thousand, Colt thrust a finger at the Majin's retreating back.
"I dare you to come and try it! Be my guest."
BATTLE TRACKER
SUMMARY
n/a.
actions here.
PL: 15,000 (Suppressed)
HP: 80
ATTACK: 0
DEFENSE: 80
Turns Remaining: 8 of 8.
"Looks like we have a problem."
Jackie pressed a thick finger to the ear piece buzzing in his ear. It was a directive from the casino's head of security. Apparently, there was some sort of disturbance happening.
He grinned, glancing over at Benny, who was already tapping away at the device strapped to his wrist. In mere moments, the tailored uniform he wore retracted into the device, leaving him standing there in a full body jumpsuit. With a few more deft taps against the miniature screen, he soon donned a full suit of battle armor.
Jackie soon followed suit, and mere minutes later, both men were busy fitting their gloves and boots. Jackie, being the bulkier of the two, had armor that boasted wide shoulder guards, skirt armor and a single plate to guard his crotch. Benny's was simpler, the sleeveless sort that protected his vital areas. Both pairs were emblazoned with the logo of Securi-Tek, the name of security company under whose employ they belonged.
"Looks like you get your wish after all, Jackie boy."
The big man plowed a fist into his open palm, bearing a grin depicting more than a few chipped teeth.
"I just hope it's that ugly pink bastard. I'd like to teach 'em a thing or two."
"Either way, this is a chance to make a name for ourselves," replied Benny.
He retrieved a DynoCap from his utility belt, fat thumb pressing the button down. A scouter appeared in a puff of smoke, and Benny secured it onto his right ear. Pressing a button on its side, it beeped to life, a set of symbols and numbers scrolling across the mini HUD as Benny filled them in.
"Got ourselves a couple of tough guys. One's sittin' at fifteen thousand. Nothing we can't handle. Let's go!"
The two burly men pushed their way through the retreating crowds pouring out of the casino entrance, ready to stretch their limbs with some much needed action.
They planned to put Securi-Tek on the map tonight.
BENNY AND JACKIE'S TRACKER
SUMMARY
n/a.
actions here.
PL: 25,000 (Combined)
HP: 100
ATTACK: 25
DEFENSE: 60
ACTION(S):
Area Assault | 2d8 damage @ all targets.
Concentrated Assault | 3d8 damage @ single target. Once per turn.
Full Assault | 4d12 @ all targets. Once per battle.
Turns Remaining: 8 of 8.
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Post by Doctor Kaijin Vex on Sept 28, 2018 13:57:26 GMT -5
Ugh, this was not how he pictured this evening going.
Khoshai didn't like to waste time, for one thing. He wanted to go in, get the Black Diamond, and get the fuck out. End this whole charade in under three hours. But when it came to Space Vegas, nothing liked going his way anymore. In fact, it seemed the whole trip was geared to get him as annoyed as possible.
And it was working.
Khoshai was about to leave the main gallery and enter the auditorium when he heard quite the commotion behind him, and sensed quite the power level spike. From a mere one thousand to fifteen thousand was quite the leap, and was impressive indeed. As well as the results of his aura, the vortex stirring up quite the panic, causing many to rush out in a frenzy. It even caused Khoshai to stop his advance into the auditorium, and to turn around.
"You truly wish to face Majin Khoshai?" Khoshai said turning around to face Colt, his own power level still suppressed at five hundred. However, the Majin wasn't worried in the least. In fact, he found himself amused that another wished to challenge him. And that energy...that malicious feel to it. Khoshai had been in contact with too many of his kind to mistake it, having already met three like him. This boy was a demon....but his aura wasn't completely wrought in darkness. There was something that set him apart from a pure demonic entity like that of Sanjugo. The Majin couldn't put his finger on why this was, however. Not that he dedicated hours upon hours to analyze such an anomaly. Once the question was raised, Khoshai decided it best to discard the entire subject altogether, deeming it hopelessly irrelevant to the current threat.
For now Colt wanted to fight, and judging by the power he was sensing, those two goons by the door wanted to fight too. And now Zeno was back in his head, yammering away about how "justice will prevail" and how this situation is the "work of the Gods trying to punish you" and all that high and mighty crap that could only come from a self righteous god acting as if he isn't speaking from inside a Majin.
He was tired of all this shit.
Steam poured out from his pores and suddenly his Ki aura shot into high gear, rocketing out before him as his power level jumped from five hundred to twenty thousand, sending the already misplaced chairs airborne once again due to concussive force. The fallen coins and chips, as a response to Majin Khoshai's magical aura, began to rise and be suspended in air. Khoshai was a combination of Ki and innate magic, and his techniques often combined the two in such a way to make him all the more deadly.
Given the layout, the guards were currently working against the crowd, and as such weren't in a place to make the first offensive, nor was Khoshai going to waste his time dealing with such amateurs just yet. Colt was the main focus, for he had directly challenged him, and Khoshai wasn't one to take that lightly.
Khoshai would launch off the balls of his feet, the force in which he pushed off cracking the ground he was standing on. Closing the distance gap between the two combatants, Khoshai would unleash a vicious barrage of melee attacks, aimed strategically for his opponent's face, going for quick yet intense jabs for the face. Finally, at the end of the barrage, Khoshai would rear his right fist back, charging Ki into his right fist, pink electricity beginning to spark as a visual representation to the Ki concentration before unleashing it in a charged punch straight for the gut, meant to send the man flying back.
He'd be damned if he let this demon take him down.Word Count: 650 | Total Word Count: 2,615 | @null BATTLE TRACKERSUMMARY
At-Will: Rush - One single-type Super Atk deals direct dmg equal to lowest die rolled and inflicts succesful status. (Attached to Super Attack #1)
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Standard Action: Midnight Kill Drive (Melee Rush)
Effects - Seeking Major Effect, Immobilize Minor Effect
Ki Cost - 5 Ki
Acc - _TUZRqvQ1-100 + 30 = 46
Dmg - 2d12
Status Chance (50%) - 1-100
Notation: If avoided or attack misses, Rush allows this attack to deal 12 direct damage.
Standard Action: Midnight Kill Drive (Ki Enhanced Finisher)
Effects - Seeking Major Effect, Immobilize Minor Effect
Ki Cost - 5 Ki
Acc - 1-100 + 30 = 111
Dmg - 3d12
Status Chance (50%) - 1-100 Status Success!
At-Will: Majin Magic (Sage Robes) - Recover 3 Ki
At-Will: Show of Force (Impact) - Add an extra damage die to one attack during your turn.
ACTIVE EFFECTS
FIGHTING STYLE
Brutal
TRAITS
-Rush -At-Will. One single-type Super Atk deals direct dmg equal to lowest die rolled and inflicts succesful status.
-Talented - At-will. Gain extra use of one Def or Util tech you know.
- Resist - Passive. When hit deal 2 direct dmg from Super Atks and 1 from Basic Atks to attacker.
-Alacrity - As a passive effect you have +10 to defense while above half max HP
EQUIPMENT
-AI Assistant
-Sage Robes
-Gourd of Mist
OTHER ITEMS
SUPER ATTACKS
Midnight Kill Drive (Rank 3) - Single | Seeking | Immobilize
TECHS
-Clash (Rank 3)
-Aura Guard (Rank 3)
-Solar Flare (Rank 3)
- After Image (Rank 3)
LEGENDARY
CURRENT PL: Suppressed to 20,000
HP: 60/60 | KI: 108/115 | DEF: 80 (90) | DMG DIE: d12 | ACC: +30 1-100·2d12·1-100·1-100·3d12·1-100
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