"Hmm..."
Upon walking into the gravity chamber, Shiori quite frankly couldn't tell the difference. Similarly to a few others, she just continued standing inside as if nothing had changed. Though the aesthetics were much different from what she was used to, a large, empty room was unmistakably a good place for training. It wasn't a bad place to be, if she felt so inclined to train or spar.
Admittedly the overconfident Saiyan's nonstop bragging and condescension had somewhat neutered her desire to actually train, but even so Shiori didn't feel like just standing still doing nothing. For some, perhaps the ten times increased weight on internal organs, bones, blood, and muscle tissue among everything else was more than enough training in itself, but after some Kujou Koujin body strengthening techniques it was little different from talking a walk.
As one invited anyone to an open floor for sparring, she decided to look the armored knight's way. Grinning, she beckoned Specter Knight towards her.
"Yeah, yeah, let's go. I don't use weapons, but don't mind that and just try what you like. Don't worry, unlike a certain someone I don't plan on sending you to the underworld."
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"Nice to know that Nukes can actually do what they say on the tin" The Senator spat "Where I come from, the piss ants with the red buttons are too busy crappin' themselves at the thought of a lil blood to actually get shit done. I swear, the moment I'm in Office, I'm shooting one at the Middle East, just to make up for all the fucking non-action that's gone on down there!"
"Of course you don't have body bags..." Armstrong rolled his eyes "People like you probably eat your dead or some shit..."
"I'm not afraid of death, though. It's a common thing where I'm from..." Maria said somewhat blunt. "But I prefer staying alive."
"Hmm..."
Upon walking into the gravity chamber, Shiori quite frankly couldn't tell the difference. Similarly to a few others, she just continued standing inside as if nothing had changed. Though the aesthetics were much different from what she was used to, a large, empty room was unmistakably a good place for training. It wasn't a bad place to be, if she felt so inclined to train or spar.
Admittedly the overconfident Saiyan's nonstop bragging and condescension had somewhat neutered her desire to actually train, but even so Shiori didn't feel like just standing still doing nothing. For some, perhaps the ten times increased weight on internal organs, bones, blood, and muscle tissue among everything else was more than enough training in itself, but after some Kujou Koujin body strengthening techniques it was little different from talking a walk.
As one invited anyone to an open floor for sparring, she decided to look the armored knight's way. Grinning, she beckoned Specter Knight towards her.
"Yeah, yeah, let's go. I don't use weapons, but don't mind that and just try what you like. Don't worry, unlike a certain someone I don't plan on sending you to the underworld."
@CrunchyCHEEZIT @Ver @Raynar Saassin @Donder172 @Cromartous @Gummi Bunnies @Gravity Chamber
"I don't know who shot first in twenty seventy-seven, America or communist China... but well, it gave us this damn mess. Not also to mention the government's experiments with something called FEV. Forced Evolutionary Virus, thanks to this, what was Washington DC is now flooded with Super Mutants. And they're not particularly smart. But they're brutes... most of them, at least. And the earlier mentioned Enclave, they say they are the descendants of America, that's literally all they have now. But no one buys their story, especially after they tried to cleanse all life from the Wasteland. Though your world doesn't sound the same as mine. Where I'm from, the old world was actually at war for a long time. It was America against communist China. China had quite some interesting stealth tech, but America came with power armor, laser weapons and robots like the Mr. Gutsy and Sentry Bot. And not to forget our big ally, Liberty Prime. The fight actually came on American soil when China invaded Alaska and took over Anchorage. It was there that power armor was first used. They're not the best armor, but these things allow one man to carry loadouts that would normally take multiple men."
"Those people are actually around... and they're not always dead..." Maria said "I don't eat people... there is a lot of pre-war food left. The weirdest part of it, most of it is still edible. Food that is two centuries old and still edible. We're not all savages and not just because I'm a vault dweller."
Specter Knight turned to look towards Shiori, keeping himself aloft in the air as he floated closer to her. Floating under the enhanced gravitational pull proved to be a challenge in of itself, but each second the knight remained in the air helped him adjust to the increased weight. He needed no strengthening techniques to protect his internals from the threat of being crushed, as those rotting organs have been nothing but dust for awhile now.
As if to meet his opponent at the same level, the knight touched down and planted his feet unto the ground. The space between Specter Knight and Shiori was vast and empty, ensuring that there would be no accidents or collateral damage in their mutual destruction - in case either of them cared about that.
"Thank you. I had no intention of bleeding anyone out before the tournament either. Though, it seems the increased gravity in this arena makes most of my projectile curios utterly worthless. Hss. . .how irritating. Give me a second."
The creature remained still, like he was looking through an inventory of techniques with his mind's eye.
". . .Ah, let's try this."
Suddenly, Specter Knight vanished. Whether or not it looked like teleporting or a simple display of monstrous speed was up to the skill of the spectator, but to the untrained eye the creature appeared to have rushed forward with blinding momentum, melting into a crimson blur that only materialized just a foot away from Shiori - but it wasn't only Specter Knight that had dashed forward.
Suddenly, there were two Specter Knights flanking Shiori. Each one swung their massive scythes at her from both angles, intending to completely and cleanly cleave her into four pieces if she didn't immediately move.
@York @Ver @Raynar Saassin @Donder172 @Cromartous @Gummi Bunnies @Kaykay
"N- nothing," Asuha responds, "must be another programme I was thinking about. Probably live-action superhero..."
Asuha quickly inferred that for some reason, this Hercule man was intepreted as the hero. A name fitting for a devil, yet he was a hero, he must be an honourable man. Asuha had in mind learning more about him after her visit to-
"Ah! That's Capsule Corp!" Asuha points to a building ahead, preparing to alight. "Thanks officer! Have a good day!"
As she waves, she rings the doorbell.
"H- hello? I... I'm Kusunoki Asuha... I'm not sure if you can confirm me, but I was in the Lookout with Mr Vegeta just now... and he invited some us..."
Asuha seemed nervous about this. Usually a senior or an adult would do the talking through the coms in this situation, but now she was all alone.
Piccolo responded by sending out a few Ki Blasts towards the chunk of the lookout and preparing himself for the up-coming close-attack by Jak, trading blows by punching and kicking towards him. "(Just what is this guy who has so much power but acts like a feral beast? It's definitely nothing like a Great Ape or me when I was a Giant.)"
"I can't fly. Do you know how far we are from the ground?" She asked Dende.
There was some kind of gear strapped to her body; gas canisters... Holsters for various blades, and an intricate grapple and gas propellant system. It seemed she was trying to determine if she could get down to the ground by herself, or if she needed some additional help...
Once Asuha rung the doorbell, a woman approached the front door, with quite the appearance:
"Hey there. Name's Bulma, welcome to the Capsule Corporation--- Oh. You're one of Vegeta's friends? I saw him come in with quite the group of people. I swear the only thing he ever does is train, train, train. Never get to spend much time with him at all. I guess you're here to train too?"
@Crow
"Thank you, Will. It's much appreciated, any help to restore History is ideal." Pomada exclaimed as she gained her composure back and relaxed. Seemed she had better control over her own body than that of a Pure Majin, she must still of been learning the technique.
"Let's head back to the Lookout. See what's going on." She stated as she took flight and flew back up to the lookout.
@Hahli Nuva
"Okay then. Well, good luck with however you choose to prepare for the Tournament. It seems like we'll need all the strength possible to defeat him." Gohan exclaimed as he regained composure and walked away from Big Barda.
@Jeremi
Once Asuha rung the doorbell, a woman approached the front door, with quite the appearance:
"Hey there. Name's Bulma, welcome to the Capsule Corporation--- Oh. You're one of Vegeta's friends? I saw him come in with quite the group of people. I swear the only thing he ever does is train, train, train. Never get to spend much time with him at all. I guess you're here to train too?"
@Crow
"Hmm?" 18 exclaimed as she watched him do his magic. Just who was he that allowed him to perform such techniques? Regardless, she took it upon herself to try to strike Mason when all of a sudden, she felt something behind her. Acting on instinct, she utilised the Android Barrier technique, covering herself in a green orb of energy which, if Mason were to touch, would cause minor damage and send them flying backwards.
@Alex Azure
Piccolo responded by sending out a few Ki Blasts towards the chunk of the lookout and preparing himself for the up-coming close-attack by Jak, trading blows by punching and kicking towards him. "(Just what is this guy who has so much power but acts like a feral beast? It's definitely nothing like a Great Ape or me when I was a Giant.)"
@dark @Lucky
"We're quite high up from the ground, miss." Dende responded to Annie as he approached her. "I can try to fly you to West City, but as the Guardian of Earth, I need to stay here. I'm not really supposed to leave the lookout."
@York
Meanwhile at the Gravity Chamber inside of Capsule Corp...
Vegeta stood by and watched everyone spar under the increased gravity, including Kid Trunks training on his own. Suffice to say, he wasn't exactly impressed with how they were holding up. "Impressive, but not too impressive. But I say it's time to increase the Gravity a little bit. 10x's gravity is a child's level. Let's see how you handle 150x that of Earth's Gravity." Vegeta then walked over to the console in the entrance of the room and upped the Gravity up to a whopping 150!. "Let's see how you lot handle a real man's training level." He exclaimed as he now began training himself, transforming into a Super Saiyan to maintain his control, but he was still clearly sweating from the pressure, but continued regardless. However...
"Ha! Ha! Hahahaha! Yaaah! Hahaha! Ha!" Vegeta yelled as he punched the air repeatedly to train himself, while Kid Trunks was unfortunately struggling to control his body much. "You should rest, son. 150x Gravity is a man's training level, you're clearly still a child. "Goten called me, last night. He said he was going to be in the World Martial Arts Tournament... Now, I want to, and I need to train up for Cell..." "So, what are you going to do about it?" "Guess I'll do, super." "Wha?"
Everyone in the Gravity Chamber that had the capability to feel energy should feel the incredible power forming from Kid Trunks as soon as he turned Super Saiyan, his aura flowing violently and powerfully. "What?!" "Hahahaha, ahahahaha." Kid Trunks laughed childishly as he jumped up and down with absolute easy, running around the chamber at quick speeds and finesse. "Did, Did I miss something? Since when did the transformation to the legendary warrior of the Saiyan Race, be reduced to a child's play thing?"
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"That sounds amazing! Imagine if I could store my entire weapon arsenal in my pockets... and my special outfits. I usually just carry one at a time... it's not possible to switch in the middle of battles and move efficiently at the same time..."
As they walked, Bulma & Asuha would begin to hear voices that seemed to be coming from among the various inventions.
"Fuuran, we're entering Private Property! What we're doing is illegal!"
"Oh, come on, Itsuki, what are you, scared? This place is loaded with cool stuff! We're not stealing anything, just window shopping."
"I'm not scared, I'm Student Council President! I can't afford to do such... things!"
"I get that you're enjoying yourself, Fuuran, but Itsuki's right. Let's get out while we can."
"Yeah, how did we get here, anyways?"
"You were saying something about having a hunch that she's through that portal or something... we haven't found anyone yet."
"We had lots of fun in that last portal, this one's gonna be even better!"
Asuha turns to the direction of the voices.
"Those voices sound kind of familiar... could they be..."
Mason didn't have much of a choice, with momentum sending him directly into the Android Barrier. The force of the barrier knocked him backwards into the portal...
...which sent him flying into the barrier from the front. The barrier knocked him forwards into the portal...
...and this cycle continued two more times until Mason was able to dispel his portals. He ended up on the ground in front of Android 18. He was covered in sweat and panting heavily, and the battle aura covering him had disappeared. He slowly rose to his feet.
"Alright, Lazuli, I think you win this round. I definitely need to up my training if I'm gonna win any fights in the tournament. Good thing we have a week to go right?"
"Do you think you could teach me a couple of those moves? Just firing a blast of energy seems a lot mor efficient than making a gun, and that barrier of yours seems pretty cool. I think I should be able to work them out. They seem similar to aura... What do you call your stuff here? Aura? Ki? Energy? Soul juice? Magic?"
Mason prattled on, unaware of how many questions he was saddling 18 with.
