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You looked over your choices quite carefully, noting the qualities and enchantments of each item laid before you from the hunter's personal collection. For the few you were unsure of, he explained their general purpose in a brief and gruff manner, clearly a little less willing to part with his artifacts than Nya seems to be. All of them were tempting in their own right, which only served to make the decision more difficult, but in the end you opted to be as practical as possible.

The sword would be invaluable in either your own or Barbar's hands, capable of protecting from just as much as harming the trickier foes you may one day face. The icon is something you pray you'll never need, but ultimately an excellent piece of insurance in case you were to get struck by an unexpectedly lethal blow. The trap seemed like a good idea given how successful a similarly enchanted box was at trapping the living curse you encountered a few years ago, so you figure it'll be good to have one on hand just in case. The ring happened to have particularly good synergy with the trap, as it would enable you to keep track of any trickier entities that may be able to phase through matter or turn invisible to the naked eye - granted, you still had your ki senses in the case of living creatures that could do that, but undead opponents like Baba's fighters would be much trickier to track otherwise. Lastly, you chose the Grimoire, always eager for the chance to improve your skills...although you're a bit unsure on if you'd be able to stomach its lecherous requests. You might just hand the tome off to Yang to help her own studies, but you're not decided on it yet.

Your choices made, you set the bag of what remains of your paradise herbs before the hunter, and he bundles your chosen artifacts together in a sack that he elects to tie shut with a seal that suppresses the magical signatures of the items within. With a grin, you accept the package while he just grumbles in response.

"Pleasure doing business with you, sir!" You say, while he puts the bag of herbs away somewhere underneath his desk.

"Yeah, yeah. Just make sure you take good care of that sword for me, alright? Me and her have been through thick n' thin together." He replies, bringing up his cigar to take a long puff of it and blowing out a few smoke rings after. "At least you're taking that damn pervert off my hands, though. He's one sick puppy, I'll tell you." He continues, causing you to sweat a little. You're starting to question your final choice a little, now...

"I'm sure it'll be fine, Honta's so pure-minded that he could use someone to pull him out of his shell anyways. I bet he'd blush if you mentioned holding hands, or kissing!" Yang says, barking out a laugh at your expense afterwards as you most certainly do not feel a bit of heat rising to your face. Damn it! "See!" She follows up, the hunter joining in with a chuckle of his own.

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"Innocent type, huh? Good luck out there, kid. You're gonna need it." He says with a smirk around his cigar, which he then puffs on a few more times. "And where luck don't cut it, well, you know where I am. My services are always available for the right price." He continues, causing Yang to roll her eyes.

"No offense, guy, but aren't you a little old to be in your line of work?" Yang asks, poking fun at his age.

"Dude." He responds, simply enough. "Guy was my father. My name's Dude." He explains, flicking some ash onto the ratty carpet below. "And yeah, I'm gettin' up there. But I've got a lot of debts to pay off before I can retire, so...y'know." He says with a shrug. "What can you do?"

"Damn, that's rough. Well, good luck with that!" Yang says, pulling you away and out of the door.

"Oh, guess it's time now! Bye, Dude!" You wave goodbye over your shoulder to be polite, before meeting the sunny outdoors of the concrete jungle that is Central City. Always stings a bit to have your eyes adjust so rapidly from dim indoor lighting to bright outdoor lights, so you have to rub your eyes a little, dang it. "Hey, thanks for helping me negotiate in there, Yang! I don't think I would have gotten nearly as good of a deal without you." You opt to thank her now that you're out of there.

"Think nothing of it, I'm always willing to help out my junior!" She says, puffing up with pride at the praise. "That being said, do you have a plan for that junk? You could probably reverse engineer the enchantments if you're good enough, but that always runs the risk of destroying the object." She asks you, curious about your selection.

It's a pretty good question, but an easy enough one to answer.

>Yes, you planned to study the enchantments on...(What items?)
>No, you didn't plan on studying any of them.

And...

>You were going to give one of the items to someone else. (Which item, to who?)

Remember, the items that won were The Sword, The Icon, The Trap, The Ring, and The Grimoire! On a different note, welcome back to another episode, it's been a while and it's great to see y'all again!

>>5698022
Damn it, I already forgot something. Second pool should have TWO options.
>You were going to give one of the items to someone else. (Which item, to who?)
>You'd just keep all of them on yourself, for now, to play it safe.

>>5698022
>Studying the Ring could be cool...
I mean, it could give us MAGIC EYES, if we can internalize the effects in some fashion, right?

>Give the grimoire to Yang
>Give the sword to Barbar
>Keep the rest in reserve

>>5698022
Also, welcome back QM!

>>5698022
I'd say study the ring and the trap

>>5698060
Support

>>5698022
And it's good to see you back as well

>>5698022
Supporting >>5698060

Glad to be back QM!

Rolled 13, 1 = 14 (2d20)

>>5698060
>>5698075
>>5698083
>>5698455
Alrighty, it looks like we have a decision! We'll be studying the enchantment on the one ring, giving a perverted haunted book to a cocky young sorceress, and giving a pretty cool sword to Barbar.

This next update will finally have us going to Kami and doing our tutelage under him, so let's go ahead and roll that. I need FOUR of you to each roll 2d50. The first d50 will be for the the actual training portion of things, while the second d50 will be for your efforts at heart purification. Like always with this kind of roll, there's no crits or critfails, it just determines how long it'll take to make progress...although in this case you very much can take too long to finish, given his time limit.

Oh yeah, I guess I should roll for Barbar's continued progress too, huh?

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>>5698599
Now that's an interesting result!

>>5698599

dice+2d50

I hope I did it right and nice to see you again!

Rolled 9, 24 = 33 (2d50)

>>5698657
Whoops

Rolled 23, 8 = 31 (2d50)

>>5698599
let's gooooo

Rolled 10, 36 = 46 (2d50)

>>5698599

Rolled 24, 35 = 59 (2d50)

>>5698599

Rolled 24 (1d100)

>>5698658
>>5698662
>>5698693
>>5698702
An excellent result as far as purity goes, but it seems that Honta is a bit slower at refining the techniques he already has compared to picking up new ones
Now let's see Piccolo's progress as far as Purity goes. He's rolling bigger dice, but he also has a much higher DC to finish in time considering all of his issues...

>>5698774
Damn Piccolo, that's not that good.

Also welcome back Genkai, love this quest

>>5700825
We may have to become at least interim Guardian out of necessity, at this rate...

>>5700825
>>5700889
Don't worry, Barbar and Piccolo still have another shot at it! I don't want to go TOO far in one jump, after all. Of course, their DCs may be a bit higher the next time, but you may be able to help or not depending on your upcoming choices.

"I definitely want to study the enchantment on the ring, at the very least!" You say, fishing out and holding up the golden band with elegant and flowing runes etched across its surface. "The spell behind it could be pretty handy to have. And I might be able to enchant something else with it, maybe even my eyes!" You continue, mind racing with ideas.

"I think glasses might be a smarter choice, what if you wanted to turn the effect off? That, and I don't think it'd be very smart to make yourself a nonstop beacon to every ghost out there." Yang points out, causing you to slap your forehead.

"Oh right, duh! Well, maybe I could tweak the spell a bit once I learn it. Separate it into some kind of baiting spell and a sight spell, perhaps...I'll have to see how it works before I know how to improve it, though." You reply, now trying to refine the ideas a bit in your head. "But that's for later! For now, I'd actually like to give you this, for helping me out with negotiating a better deal." You say, tucking the ring back away and instead pulling the Grimoire out of the warded sack. Yang's eyebrows shoot up, having not expected another gift so soon it seems.

"Woah, really? Heh, well, I guess I could accept this humble payment for my services!" She exclaims with a glint of greed in her eyes. She reaches out and takes the hefty tome from you, immediately trying to open it...only to struggle at the task in vain, some unseen force stopping her from prying its pages apart.

"Ow, ow, stop that!" An voice calls out, sounding like the echo of an old man's voice. "Your meaty hands are far too rough, you gorilla!" The face on the tome animates as it insults Yang. The eyes on it finally open up, looking around at its surroundings before settling on Yang, of which it scans up and down her body slowly.

"Wh- gorilla?! I have half a mind to burn some of your pages for that, asshat!" Yang threatens with a scowl, shaking the book a little.

"No, no, I was clearly mistaken! You're clearly much easier on the eyes than a gorilla would be." The Grimoire comments.

"Hey, one of my best friends is a gorilla!" You interject with your objection. "And I'm sure he's plenty attractive to other gorillas!" You continue with a little less certainty. You honestly have no idea if that's true or not.

"Well, I'm certainly no gorilla, now am I?" The book points out to you. You raise a finger to object again, but can't think of an adequate response. He's got a point, even if you don't like it...

"Blah blah, enough talking. Just open up for me and let me peep those spells inside of you, okay?" Yang interrupts the tangent, once more trying to pry the book open.

"Eeuyahh! I already said stop! You can't open me like that!" The book shouts at her, evidently in pain from her efforts. "I have to open me! And I certainly won't open for you if you hurt me. In fact, my feelings are quite hurt, too! I think I deserve an apology." It says. You immediately can tell where this is going, thanks to what Dude told you about the book.

"Alright, alright. I'm sorry I tried to open you so forcefully. Now will you pretty please with a cherry on top open for me?" Yang apologizes, to which the book rolls its eyes.

"Oh please, words mean nothing, little witch. In my time, we apologized with our actions. If you really want me to forgive you and open up, you'll kiss it better for me. Or maybe show me something nice, to take my mind off of the pain!" The Grimoire replies, its 'mouth' twisting into a completely lecherous grin afterwards. Yang's face brightens up to a nice glowing red with indignation.

"Y-You can't be serious!" She denies, before turning to look at you. "He actually sold us a perverted book! I thought it was just exaggeration at most!" She says, to which you chuckle nervously and shrug.

"Well, I'm sure you'll figure something out." You say, rubbing the back of your head. You notice one of Yang's hands drifting down to grasp the edge of her skirt while she gets increasingly red, so you interject with an idea to stop her from embarrassing herself unnecessarily. "M-Maybe buy him a magazine?" You suggest, which gets her to pause. She releases her skirt without having lifted it, an act which you're thankful enough for as you don't need even more unnecessary thoughts polluting your mind. Not that a few don't creep in there regardless. Damn it!

"Oh, that's a great idea! Alright, you old pervert, we're going shopping. I'll even let you pick 'em out." She says, the flush rapidly fading from her face as she realizes she doesn't necessarily have to satisfy the books requirements HERSELF.

"Well, it's not as nice as the real deal, but I suppose I can accept that proposal...for now, at least." The book accepts, if a bit ominously. You suspect the accursed item is only going to step up his requests after a certain point, but that's for the Yang of the future to deal with. You silently wish Future Yang good luck.

"Well, I'll leave you two to it for now! It's time for me to head back to Kami now. Once again, thanks for everything, Yang!" You decide to cut in, if only to announce your departure. You bow your upper body slightly to her, a gesture to which she returns a wave to.

"Alright, have fun up there! Don't do anything I wouldn't do...and tell Kami that Baba is going to make him eat his own shoes if he keeps offloading paperwork to her." She replies with a laugh, even though she sounded somewhat serious about the last remark. Surely Baba wouldn't...

You wave back at her with a hearty chuckle of your own, before you finally part ways with her. It only takes you a second to find Popo's energy to see where he's gone, which seems to be a nearby hotdog vendor. He glances over his shoulder at your approach, in the middle of eating one particular hotdog that looks like it was thrown through a garden due to how many assorted vegetables adorned it - tomatoes, pickles, onions, relish, peppers, and a few other things you can't quite name with a quick glance. He shoves the entire rest of it into his mouth, chews thrice, and swallows it like it was nothing.

"Hello again, young Honta. I was just partaking in some of the wonderful cuisine here. Would you care for one of these 'hot dogs'?" Mr. Popo offers, gesturing to the cart.

Needless to say, you can't really resist the offer. Once you've teleported back to Kami's lookout, it's with an equally loaded up and fat dog of your own in hand. It feels kind of sinful to eat something like this, especially here, but you'll accept a little indulgence here and there if it means getting to enjoy something this delicious. Maybe you'll have to experiment with ways to load up hotdogs in the future...

After some consideration on what to do with the sword while you eat, you come to the conclusion that you'll actually save the sword as a gift for Barbar's birthday. It should come up in a few months, so you think it'd make a fantastic present - it'll definitely lift his spirits, knowing how much the man loves swords in general. In fact, the only thing he's ever really talked about at length with you has been swords - he's kind of nerdy about them, even.

When you've finally finished eating, you enter Kami's chambers, prepared to undergo Kami's no-doubt unique form of training in order to forge yourself into the best you that you can be. Kami rests upon his throne, eyes closed in concentration as he performs his apparent duty of keeping watch over the countless buzzing activities of Earth's inhabitants; such a thing does not seem to impair his ability to sense you or hold a conversation, however, as he addresses you directly.

"I take it you are prepared at last?" He questions, to which you nod...before realizing that he might not have seen the nod due to his eyes being closed.

"Yes sir! I did everything I needed to do, so now I can focus on your training. So, what's first, if I may ask?" You reply, your question getting a smirk from the stoic guardian.

"Nothing too difficult. Your foundations are quite good, your breadth of knowledge and techniques impressive in their own rights, but my goal here is to refine that which you already have. Both your heart and mind will be purged of flaws by the time I am finished with you, hopefully." He explains, raising a hand to point a finger directly towards your chest for emphasis.

"Oh! I get it...so the way forward is to develop my techniques even further, huh? That makes a lot of sense, my repertoire is pretty big as it is. Alright, I'm pumped! Let's do it!" You say with a grin, starting to get ready with some stretches.

"Hah! Your enthusiasm is good, my pupil...however, we'll start with a lecture. Please, take a seat in the meditative position." He says, gesturing to the ground before him. It's kind of a moodkiller, you were getting yourself hyped up for some physical training! You oblige him nonetheless, and he continues to speak once you do. "Now, the topic of today's lesson shall be our desires. All beings are beholden to them, as even gods can know things such as hunger, so it is important that you come to terms with the fact that your desires are natural. Gluttony, wrath, even lust - they are all perfectly normal things to feel, the problem is when people act upon those desires without restraint..." He drones on.

Needless to say, by the end of that lecture you were pretty red-faced due to some of the things discussed. And, yes, he revealed more knowledge of some of your doings, and even managed to rightly guess many of the impure thoughts you've had in your life - it was thoroughly embarrassing, though you have to admit that he did well in trying to mitigate your embarrassment. Your lessons would continue in much the same vein, with the vast majority of Kami's efforts being focused on lectures rather than exercises. The few exercises he did instruct you in were used in the exact manner he informed you of from the onset: the refinement of the myriad of techniques you already knew.

Before you knew it, Barbar's birthday had rolled around, and as you predicted he was ecstatic at seeing his gift. He actually grinned when he unwrapped it, which is the Barbar equivalent to jumping for joy and hugging someone hard enough to hurt! The rest of the birthday went pretty well too, you'd say: Mr. Popo baked a cake that far outclasses anything you could make, though you were quick to weasel the recipe out of him, and Azalea had whipped out a strange ball covered in tiny mirrors alongside some colorful lights to apparently get everyone to 'disco'. Which worked, of course, as Azalea is far too convincing for her own good - even Kami briefly joined your group for a moment of dancing in revelry - only Piccolo left himself out of it, apparently unwilling to come out of his shell even then.

After the night of celebration passed, you were thrown into more group training sessions with Barbar and Piccolo, likely an attempt by Kami to get Piccolo to bond with the two of you more. Even with your increased power, you still stood no chance against Piccolo in the sparring sessions you had with him, though you did learn about a few surprising flaws to take advantage of; his hearing, even more sensitive than yours, was quite vulnerable to high-pitched sounds it seems...that, and the fact that his 'fighting style' is hardly a style at all, consisting mostly of the kind of split-second decision making you'd expect to see in animals. With his enormous natural strength, he's simply never had a need to learn how to use it effectively at all, so there's countless issues the way he fights - although you also suspect the isolation he had early in life might also have had something to do with that. You caught yourself wondering more than once if the rest of his people are just as freakishly strong as he is or not.

The refinement of your techniques came as slow but steady progress, necessitated by the fact that if you didn't improve, you would stand no chance at all against Piccolo - and Barbar's own progression of skill meant that he would pose a good challenge to you when lowering your strength to his level if you didn't at least keep up. Still, you felt as though it was slow going on this front, and the tweaks and changes you made to your fighting styles, techniques, and even spells met with failure more often than not. It taught you what to avoid, if nothing else, but you were hitting an invisible wall when it came to the majority of your techniques. Two of your techniques, however, were the exception...

>Choose two of your existing techniques or spells to upgrade. Refer to the list on your character sheet. https://pastebin.com/a6UWzH2p

On the purity side of things, you actually do quite well in absorbing Kami's daily lessons. Memorizing them was simple enough, but internalizing their message was the hard part - you can't just understand the meaning behind the ideas, but you had to believe in them. You had to embody them. You had to cast off the parts of you that were weighing your heart down. By the time Kami declares that your heart is finally pure, five years have passed, and you've grown greatly as a person. The waters of your soul are far more still and clear than ever before, as evident by the fact that even Azalea fails to bring you embarrassment with her lewd suggestions these days. You've learned to accept your natural impulses for what they are, but not to fall prey to them: you are the master of your body, never the other way around.

Of concern to you, however, is the progress of Kami's other two disciples. Piccolo remained distant from everyone save for Harum despite the years going by, never engaging in any form of socialization outside of what Kami requested of him. He made it blatantly obvious that he was not here to be friends with any of you, and that he only saw you as obstacles in his way at best. Barbar seemed to struggle greatly with the dark deeds of his past, and you can tell that he's been unable to even grasp the concepts that Kami's been trying to explain to him in every lesson. Perhaps it's because of the culture that Barbar came from, or how set in his ways he is due to his age, or perhaps even a matter of being unable to move past some form of guilt over the blood he's spilled in the past; regardless of the cause, you've come to learn that Barbar has made next to no progress in purifying his heart. A true shame, given how such a thing was the entire reason behind why he wanted to train under Kami to begin with.

During your first five years of training under Kami, you made sure to fulfil your promises to your parents, visiting them every weekend to make up for your years-long absences and finally managing to mend your relationship with your Mother; she no longer threatens to ground you if you don't come back, so that's a plus in your book! Your relationship with Azalea remained as steady as ever, and you even still enjoyed intimate moments with her from time to time, though as your heart became purer it was characterized more and more by fondness over pleasure. With Harum, you actually went through the arduous process of being introduced to the wonders of the internet alongside Kami, who he seemed to feel needed some kind of hobby other than gardening. You took to it a lot faster than Kami did, but ever since Kami DID figure it out, somehow packages from various businesses kept ending up at the lookout...how, you still haven't figured out. Your off-training time with Barbar was, surprisingly, usually spent in Mr. Popo's company: the two of them shared a fondness for botanical work, it seems, while you shared a culinary interest with the attendant. Quite often, your hobbies intersected in that the plants grown by Barbar and Mr. Popo were used in dishes prepared by yourself and the portly genie, enjoyed soon after by your trio.

Knowing that your heart is now pure after your years-long effort, you could easily end your training here...but you know that doing so would be a disservice to not only you, but to Barbar and Piccolo as well. You can't help but feel a need to help them onto the right track, and not just because you don't want to become an interim Guardian in a few years - at this point, you're mature enough that such a thing doesn't bother you, as you're fully aware of how necessary the job is. What you really want is to see the other two disciples become, like you, the best version of themselves they could be. The only question is how you can possibly do that...and who might need the help more, as you're only one person, after all.

>Focus on helping Piccolo. You have faith in Barbar to pull through, and you want to find a way to become friends with the distant alien.
>Focus on helping Barbar. You know you can get through to him, and you want to help your friend the most.
>Try to split your time helping both equally. Your efforts might be less effective, but playing favorites would be wrong. Besides, you still might be able to push them both into becoming pure before Kami's time comes!

(Don't forget, there's also a vote for which two techniques you want to upgrade! Link both votes to this post.)

>>5701263
>Claw Empowerment
>Mist of Darkness
>Try to split your time helping both equally. Your efforts might be less effective, but playing favorites would be wrong. Besides, you still might be able to push them both into becoming pure before Kami's time comes!

>Basic Ki-Manipulation
>Ki Sense
Improving on the basics seems sensible.
>Try to split your time helping both equally. Your efforts might be less effective, but playing favorites would be wrong. Besides, you still might be able to push them both into becoming pure before Kami's time comes!

>>5701260
>Claw Empowerment
>Mist of Darkness
We shadow beast now
>>5701263
>Try to split your time helping both equally. Your efforts might be less effective, but playing favorites would be wrong. Besides, you still might be able to push them both into becoming pure before Kami's time comes!
Lets help our bro and the big green grouch

>>5701260
>Claw Empowerment
>Immaterial Form
Azalea can't tease us anymore? Shame. Can we tease her? Mature doesn't mean boring, after all!

>>5701263
>Focus on helping Barbar. You know you can get through to him, and you want to help your friend the most.

>>5701260
>Telepathy
>Far-Seeing Arts

>>5701263
>Try to split your time helping both equally. Your efforts might be less effective, but playing favorites would be wrong. Besides, you still might be able to push them both into becoming pure before Kami's time comes!

>>5701260
>Basic Ki Manipulation
>Claw Empowerment

>>5701263
>Try to split your time helping both equally. Your efforts might be less effective, but playing favorites would be wrong. Besides, you still might be able to push them both into becoming pure before Kami's time comes!

>>5701260
Claw and Air Step
>>5701263
>Try to split your time helping both equally. Your efforts might be less effective, but playing favorites would be wrong. Besides, you still might be able to push them both into becoming pure before Kami's time comes!

Vote ends in about 8 hours, if there's any ties at that point I'll break it myself! Anything and everything listed under Techniques and Spells is a viable choice.

>>5701474
Oh, she'll still tease, even if it lost much of its effectiveness! And teasing her back is very much on the table now.

>>5701628
Calling it now! Claw Empowerment received 5 votes total, so it's in! Mist of Darkness and Basic Ki Manipulation were tied with 2 votes total, so I'll be breaking the tie and upgrading you to Advanced Ki Manipulation!

Now it's time for some more rolls. We're going to go with four anons each rolling 3d50 - the first dice for our training, the second dice for trying to help the other pupils with their internal struggles, and the final dice for our attempted studies of The Ring.

>>5701276
>>5701318
>>5701457
>>5701474
>>5701545
>>5701592
>>5701623
Oh, and I should post the upgraded versions here instead of making you read it on the pastebin.

Advanced Ki-Manipulation - The ability to actually manipulate the life-forces within you. The depth of your grasp on ki is considerably greater than it used to be, and you've grown far more skilled at manipulating your ki. You can automatically tell when foreign ki is within your area of influence, and you can shape your ki far more freely than before - copying the rough idea of someone else's technique is more viable, and you can come up with unique ways to utilize your ki on the spot instead of having to rely solely on your practiced techniques to achieve what you want. Improvised techniques are still not as effective as using something you've drilled into your muscle memory, though.

Taigakuro - An improvement on your Claw Empowerment technique. You can still run your ki through either your natural claws or the wearable claws you often fight with to drastically enhance their durability and sharpness, to an even greater degree than previously, but now you're capable of something even greater: Extending those same claws with longer, sharper, and much more dangerous projections of ki. Despite being projections, you've actually made it fairly energy efficient thanks to practicing with it until it was like an extension of your body.

Rolled 49, 7, 48 = 104 (3d50)

>>5701886

>>5701912
Well our own training and studying the ring went very well

Rolled 21, 39, 3 = 63 (3d50)

>>5701880
Come on, let's save ourselves from interim god work.

Rolled 4, 24, 2 = 30 (3d50)

>>5701880
jesus christ you fucking chad >>5701912

Rolled 14, 27, 8 = 49 (3d50)

Rolled 2, 2 = 4 (2d20)

>>5701912
>>5701940
>>5701943
>>5702064
Some excellent rolls, lads! It looks like you'll be contributing 19 to Barbar and Piccolo's rolls - halved from 39 since you split focus on them equally.
Here's Barbar's continued Training and Purity roll - he actually stands a decent chance with purity despite the massive setback previously.

Rolled 99 (1d100)

>>5702255
Well, damn man! At least he still makes a lot of personal progress with your help, but he seems to be needing more help than not. Unfortunately, not quite good enough to achieve a pure heart in time.
Anyways, here's Piccolo!

>>5702258
He is pure now

>>5702258
He did it.

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>>5702258
Not the result I expected, but damn if it isn't a good one! This changes a great deal of things...for good and bad. But mostly good! Maybe.

>>5702325
So do we avoid King Piccolo or do we get him early (and hopefully weaker)?

Happy 4th of July lads! This next update is still in progress, but I wanted to celebrate with my boys.
Hope you see some excellent fireworks tonight!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y7lH-fWHbtw

>>5703506
Happy Independence Day, QM!

Ultimately, you knew that you couldn't morally justify prioritizing one over the other, and so you would seek to split your efforts with them equally. Your advice should hopefully help them in making a breakthrough, even if you won't be able to follow up as closely as you'd like. Of course, even with this, you found that you had a bit more free time than before due to the fact that you no longer have to spend long and countless hours meditating upon yourself - time that you opt to spend on studying The Ring you acquired a few years ago, now that you have the opportunity to.

Despite the fact that you were not nearly an expert on enchantments and only knew the basics of identification, you found that the subject was surprisingly easy to pick up with an on-hand object to work with. You made sure to be extremely careful when working with The Ring, taking advantage of your far-seeing arts to examine the invisible structure of magic woven into the golden band from impossibly close up and from various angles that would be otherwise impossible to work with - a unique way to use such arts that impressed Kami when he found out about it, as he had only used it to broaden his vision rather than to focus on a single thing in greater detail. After a few months, you'd filled an entire book with countless diagrams on The Ring's enchantment and were ready to start moving on to isolating the spell from the framework that kept it bound to the object.

The spell, as you came to find, worked by very slightly transmuting the wearer's body into a phantasmal form that permitted them to see things that would be visible only to other spirits. While you were wary of experimenting too much with a spell of such nature, Kami thankfully provided you with insight after you ran your findings by him - his own technique that he used to remove Garlic's soul apparently operated on the same principal with with greater force imbued to it, and he offered to teach you more about such magic so as to prevent and accidents from happening. You obliged happily of course, and by the end of a year you had learned not only The Ring's spell and Kami's technique, but your studies into enchanting itself bore fruit as you came to understand how to lay your own enchantments onto objects. It only took about four dozen failed attempts to replicate The Ring itself, but what matters the most is that you did it! And the original is still fully intact, which is a bonus in your eyes.

Outside of your studies, Kami's training with you in particular adopted a much greater focus on your mental prowess. Each and every day he would challenge you to focus on more and more tasks simultaneously while enduring increasingly harsh conditions and ever-greater distractions to try to break your concentration - a job which Azalea seemed to enjoy all to much to help with, much to your chagrin. Still, despite the difficulties involved, you found yourself improving rapidly until you could handle tracking a plethora of complex issues simultaneously. This helped drastically with your use of the Far-Seeing Arts, which when coupled with the power of the Lookout now enabled you to keep tabs on not just hundreds nor thousands of people but tens of thousands of them at once. On your own such a task would still be blatantly impossible for you, but the Lookout's ability to augment the viewer's existing abilities should never be underestimated it seems.

Brains 4 -> 5. Enchantment, Soul Removal, and Spirit Sight learned. Far-Seeing Arts upgraded.

While you did invest a great deal of your time on both your studies and your training, the majority of your free time had been spent trying to help with Barbar and Piccolo's own training. Barbar's issues stemmed heavily in the mindset that was drilled into him every night and every day for decades - he cultivated a warrior's heart stained in the blood of his enemies, and such a thing is by no means easy to abandon. You would find that your greatest breakthrough with him would come two years after you achieved purity, on a warm summer evening.

The two of you were sitting on the lookout's edge, legs dangling over the side as the two of you looked up at the countless stars overhead. "Hey, Barbar?" You called out to him, breaking the peaceful quiet.

"Mm?" He grunted back questioningly, glancing over to you.

"What does it mean to be a warrior? To you, I mean." You asked him, not breaking your gaze from the heavens above.

"Hm. Been a while since you asked that, not since you were a kid. A warrior is to the sword as an artist is to the brush. We're molded to fight on the battlefields, to live and die by the blade." He explained.

"I see. I assume your own master taught you that?" You asked, to which he nodded.

"Yes, but it was not just him. All of my people have come to define warriors this way. It is our way to perfect the art of bloodshed." He replied.

"Well, it's true that a Warrior's purpose is to fight. But I don't think that it's necessarily a bad thing, is it?" You responde, turning to look at him. His brow furrowed at this, but he remained silent long enough that you took the chance to continue. "I think it's possible to be a Warrior that strives for peace. Someone that fights to protect others - isn't that what we did back in Teal's Castle, when we first met?" You prompted him.

"No...that was just for my sake. I simply wanted to leave, but was too weak to do it on my own." He admitted with a heavy tone. It came as a bit of a surprise to you, as you'd always thought that he had been trying to help the people just like you...but still, you didn't let the surprise show on your face.

"There's nothing wrong with that, as long as the result is the same. You saved everyone there with me despite everything. You even sacrificed an arm in the process." You pointed out, noting that his gaze was immediately drawn to his metallic arm. He brought it up, clenching and unclenching the fist in front of him a few times as he considered your words.

"I am not the man you see me as." He concluded, lowering his hand back down to his side. "There is much about me that you do not know. That I have never shared." He admitted, before going quiet once more.

"...Better late than never." You said back at him after a few long moments, hanging on a hopeful note that he seemed to consider.

"...When I'm ready. But not now." He eventually said, seeming oddly vulnerable at the moment. With a gentle nod, you had relented, and the two of you turned your gazes towards the world below you to watch the cities below for the rest of that night.

From that point onward, you noticed (admittedly, mostly through Kami's assistance in picking up on such things) an impressive amount of progress from the otherwise slow-going efforts from Barbar - whatever he was struggling against in his head, your talk seemed to have helped him work through some of the mental blocks that had been previously impeding him. Piccolo, however, surprised you the most; unlike Barbar, it seems as though he may have had some kind of epiphany entirely by himself, a fact that became readily apparent to you when he approached YOU for once. You recall the first time he actually made an effort to get to know you, about six months after your talk with Barbar.

Although it had been in Winter, Winter's chill had enough sense not to touch the serenity of the Lookout - you were unsure if such could be attributed to just how high up it was, or if it was another one of the Lookout's many powers. In fact, you'd been feeling particularly heated from the exertion of sparring against Piccolo per Kami's instruction that day, a match which naturally ended in Piccolo's favor; most of them do, given the clear gap of power between the two of you still...though you at least had the satisfaction of knowing that you were far more skilled than him, and surprised him with your on-the-fly tactics more often than not.

A simple white towel found itself thrown at your face after the match, tossed by your sparring partner. You'd caught it with a bit of surprise, but were quick to start towelling off some of the sweat on your face. "Thanks, Piccolo!" You'd said to him with one of your usual enthusiastic grins. Surprisingly, he actually had the barest hint of a smile to return towards you this time.

"Don't mention it." He replied in a gruff tone, ears twitching briefly as though they'd caught onto something that you couldn't quite hear yourself. "It's the least I could do for letting me use you as a punching bag so often." He continued, and though his tone didn't betray any hint of it, you suspected it was said to poke fun at you. A remarkable development from the closed-off stoic!

"Is that what that was? I was under the impression you were letting me refine all my best techniques on you. I mean, why else would you let all of them land?" You countered with a cheeky expression.

"Heh." Piccolo had actually laughed! Extremely briefly, but it was there nonetheless. "Keep that attitude up and I might just have to put you in my place by showing you my full power one of these days. You wouldn't last even a minute." He replied in a noticeably empty threat.

"Any time, any place. You know I never shy away from a challenge." You taunted back, making a few jabs into the air while dancing on your heels for a few seconds.

"Why's that?" He asked, genuine curiosity in his tone. It surprised you enough to make you blink for a moment.

"Why? I don't know. I guess it's just in my nature, you know? The thought of a challenge always gets my blood pumping. I wouldn't be here today if I ignored my instincts." You replied after a few more moments of contemplation.

"I see..." He said, seeming to think on your answer for a few seconds. "What do you believe causes that nature, then? Is it purely the circumstances of your birth, or does your upbringing have anything to do with it?" He questions you further.

"Uhh..." You reply, initially stumped. "Well, I can't say for sure, to be honest! My father always took me out hunting when I was a kid, and I think that at least had something to do with it. But I think a good part of it is more...primal than that. I'm partially beast-blooded, so there might be something going on with that. There's definitely at least a few instincts that are hard-coded into me because of it, but...y'know, I just learned to ignore most of them. I actually used to tear up the furniture a LOT before I was old enough to learn restraint, apparently." You explained, rubbing the back of your head sheepishly upon revealing your infantile exploits.

"Hm. So, you think you would never be able to rid yourself of those instincts, then? Only to ignore them." He continued to ask, strangely enough. You gave him a combination of a shrug and a nod.

"Yeah, that's about the best you can manage, I reckon. And hey, it's just one step on the road to mastering yourself." You replied, pointing a thumb to your chest.

"Hm...alright, I don't have any more questions for you today. You've given me enough to think about. Thanks for humoring me." He thanked you with a near imperceptible bow of the upper body, before he turned and left the room in a hurry.

After that incident, you'd managed to form the framework of a friendship with Piccolo now that his guard was no longer constantly up around you. You had many more discussions of a similar nature with him, and even managed to discuss your respective pasts together after a while. While you admittedly already knew much of Piccolo's story, it was nonetheless heartwrenching to hear about just how alone he truly felt, even now. You had come to find out that once he left Yunzabit Heights, the younger Piccolo had travelled the world just like you. Unlike you, however, he was not filled with an eternal optimism, nor did he find camaraderie and goodness in others - the only things he found had been countless displays of cruelty and evil. He admitted to you in confidence that, for a time, he felt as though no humans held goodness within their heart, and that even now he wonders if you and your group are merely rare exceptions to the rule. You did your best to break this illusion of his with stories of your journeys, though you can't deny that your own adventures lead you to evildoers far more often than not.

Before you knew it, ten entire years had passed between when you first started training with Kami and now. You've been pure of heart for five years, and today, Piccolo has announced that he will finally achieve purity himself. Though you and Kami could still sense the darkness dwelling within him, all of you had obliged his request to witness the moment that he managed it. You can't help but feel a bit of skepticism, knowing that he still has a good ways to go before he can claim such - outside of a strange new form of meditation or an esoteric heart-clearing technique, you're unsure how he could possibly manage such things. You're there to cheer him on, regardless, gathered with everyone else on the surface of the lookout.

"Today marks the day that I finally cast off the evil within me. I've come to learn that I was born with a dark nature, with impulses I may never be able to shed under normal circumstances. The reason why my progress has been so slow hasn't been from a lack of effort, but from a lack of compatibility. Not all souls are born pure and innocent, but today I'm going to change that." Piccolo declares boldly in front of all of you, with you raising an eyebrow. What is he getting at?

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Piccolo flared his aura, his power surging upward for a few moments as all of his muscles clenched. With a shout, he spread his arms as wide as they could go, and his ki pulsed forward in his shape, though much darker than his usual ki, before springing back into place with the darkness fading. He repeated it once more, his energy going further this time before its return. On the third time, his energy seemed to separate almost entirely from him, forming a dark silhouette flying above you all. The energy emanating from it is nothing short of malicious, every bit as evil as the foes you've faced in the past...yet, you can't help but notice that both it and Piccolo's own energy seem to be drastically weaker than Piccolo's normally is. In fact, they're both only a bit stronger than you right now!

Piccolo seems to be panting from the exertion, sweat dripping down him. "Haaa...haaa...it's done! Now all that's left is to get rid of the remnants of my evil." He says, raising a hand towards the lingering shade and charging his ki up into a ball. Firing it at the freshly-born entity, it explodes right on it, but shockingly enough the act throws Piccolo himself back like he'd just been hit by it! He now seems to be bleeding from several spots due to some unseen backlash from his own attack, shockingly enough. The entity itself is reeling from the attack, so at least some of the damage seemed to go through to it, but it looks like it's already starting to recover.

This might get messy without intervention, but...it's also Piccolo's duty and pride on the line here, it looks like. Should you intervene? Can you afford NOT to? The thing is made of Piccolo's evil, but who's to say that it should be killed just because of that? What should you do here?

>Rush to Piccolo's aid. You always have some fairy dust, seal up those wounds of his.
>Attack the shade, you can at least stun it so it doesn't get away!
>Stand back. This is Piccolo's duty, you won't deny him it.
>Something else...?

Updated your character sheet now that we're at the King Piccolo arc!
As an aside, I'm considering just posting incomplete updates as I work on them, just to get content out to you lads faster. At least for these longer 6+ post updates. Better to have an update a day, even if there's no votes or rolls needed, than to wait 6 days in silence and read everything all at once...right? Gimme your opinions on this.

>>5705251
>Rush to Piccolo's aid. You always have some fairy dust, seal up those wounds of his.
I guess earlier but hopefully weaker king piccolo it is.

>>5705251
>Stand back. This is Piccolo's duty, you won't deny him it.

>>5705277
Works for me. And it would be good at assuring people you haven't flaked or anything.

>>5705251
>Step in only of the shade flees, to hem it in
>>5705277
Updates without a vote are fine by me. I enjoy your writing regardless.

>>5705251
>Rush to Piccolo's aid. You always have some fairy dust, seal up those wounds of his.

>>5705251
WE HAVE THE GHOST TRAP, KING P IS CURRENTLY A GHOST.

>Give Piccolo some fairy dust, observe the ghost entity as Piccolo heals himself to confirm a suspicion of the two being linked. Give Piccolo the trap and tell him how it works, if the two seem to be linked inform Piccolo of your tentative conclusion.

Does this work out as a write in QM? I hope Honta has the trap on him and that king P is in fact a ghost right now like the image shows.

We can assist Piccolo but we should really let him do the majority of the work.

>>5705593
That... I genius. If a ghost trap can work on creatures like Gozer the Destroyer, why not King Piccolo?

>>5705251
Changing my vote from >>5705361 to >>5705593

>>5705279
>>5705305
>>5705378
>>5705593
>>5705700
The two winning votes are close enough to each other, considering one is just the other but more fleshed out, so it looks like we have our winner!
The trap is a little too big to casually carry around with you all the time, so it'd be in your room on the lookout...but I'm certain you can grab it in time. Maybe. Let's find out!

Four anons, roll a d50 for me! Your DC is going to be 45 to come back before...well, you'll see!

Rolled 17 (1d50)

>>5705942

Rolled 23 (1d50)

>>5705942

Rolled 6 (1d50)

>>5705942
>>5705277
I'd like that actually, I love how you write dialogues

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>>5705966
You keep complimenting my writing and we gon end up like this.

Rolled 50 (1d50)

>>5705942
Rolling!

>>5705997
Solid episode of Black Mirror, as far as the celebrity season went.

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>>5706036
Damn bro.

>>5706036
Nice

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>>5706036
Holy fucking shit, bro. Writing about the world's fastest man.

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Your first thought is one you act upon instantly, recognizing that Piccolo needs help. You rush towards his side immediately, hand untying the simple leather sack you keep your collection of Fairy Dust in from your belt. Standing over him, you retrieve a fistful of the wound-sealing powder and shout "Don't breathe this in!" As a word of warning to your green friend. You toss it over him with gusto, the shimmering dust settling into his body and disappearing as it starts to seal up his wounds...actually, it's sealing them MUCH faster than it does with you and everyone else you've used it on. A boon as far as you're concerned, although you have a sneaking suspicion it might prove beneficial for someone else as well.

Glancing back over your shoulder at the lingering shade of Piccolo's malice, you bear witness to the gaping hole that Piccolo shot into its wavering form starting to seal up just as rapidly as Piccolo's own wounds. The cause is quite clear to you, and your eyes open wide in a sudden panic. "Piccolo, it's linked to you! Any damage it takes will reflect back on to you!" You exclaim to the horror of almost everyone else present. Barbar's grip on his blade slackens as he grows unsure of the right course of action, Azalea's light flickers rapidly in a bit of a panic, Kami watches the proceedings with a stony and unreadable expression, while Harum actually seems to have an idea.

"Then we need to trap it somehow!" Your monkey friend says.

"Damn it! Will I truly never be free of my evil nature?!" Piccolo laments angrily, slamming his fist on the tiles below and cracking several of them. He pulls himself up from the ground, staring down at the shade of his own making with a cold fury in his eyes.

You don't linger for much longer - Harum had the right idea, and you have exactly the tool for the job you think. You practically fling yourself towards the dormitories of the Lookout, peeling up several tiles in your mad dash towards your room in particular. In the blink of an eye, you're inside the room, having thrown open the door haphazardly. Your gaze sweeps across the somewhat disorderly room before it lands on exactly what you wanted to find: the Trap you bought off of Dude a few years back. You're quick yet careful to liberate it from the small amount of laundry that had miraculously found its way atop it, and in another blink you've sprinted back to the Lookout's landing.

You're not entirely certain what you expected to see when you came back, but it certainly wasn't Piccolo's body being forced into the ground so intensely by an invisible force that he leaves a clear dent. The Shade's arms are outstretched as it makes its telekinetic retaliation, clearly intended to buy itself some time in a way that doesn't bring harm to either of them. Worse yet, you can see that the Shade's form is starting to become more defined with each second that passes, translucent darkness giving way to slightly more opaque colors...including green.

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You don't hesitate for even a moment, knowing that you can't afford to with how rapidly the situation is developing. You flip the switch on the trap, which humms to life ominously, and pitch it low to the ground so that it would slide across the relatively smooth surface and come to a stop just underneath the malevolent shade. The red light on the device lights up, recognizing a valid entity above it, and the black-and-orange hatch opens up to reveal an almost blindingly bright multicolored otherworldly light within.

Arcs of lightning shoot up from the device and start to wrap around the Shade, which has no choice but to end its assault on Piccolo. It seems to look down at the Trap with panic, especially as the device whirrs louder and starts to slowly but surely pull the phantom closer to the source of the etherial light within it. The Shade's struggles intensify dramatically with each inch of ground that it gives up, while Piccolo picks himself up once more and warily watches his counterpart's almost certain defeat.

To your shock (and everyone else's, for that matter), the Shade's arms grasp either side of the Trap moments before it would get fully sucked in. The phantasmal arms are looking much more solid than the rest of it suddenly, and worse yet the Shade seems to be prying itself up and out of the Trap's maw! Every moment that passes sees the Shade wiggling more and more free and ramping up in power, and you're certain that if you don't do anything, it'll wrench itself completely free! But what could you do without harming Piccolo? Or...perhaps harming Piccolo is exactly what you need to do, to weaken it enough to trap it for good? You're not certain, but maybe someone else would be able to help best - your arsenal of techniques isn't exactly the most suited to dealing with immaterial foes, unless you get creative enough!

>Piccolo seems like the type who would be willing to take a hit to ensure victory...hit him with Flash Lightning, to stun the phantom!
>Soul Removal is extremely debilitating, but takes a while to work...maybe you can weaken it enough with that? You're not sure if it would hurt Piccolo or not through the life link, but it's worth a shot.
>If it's starting to become somewhat solid, maybe you can just shove it back down!
>Look to one of the others for a solution, one of them MUST have a good idea on how to handle this! (Who?)
>Something else...?

>>5706753
>If it's starting to become somewhat solid, maybe you can just shove it back down!
>Look to one of the others for a solution, one of them MUST have a good idea on how to handle this! (Who?)
Kami? He has experience putting people in gay baby jail

>>5706753
>Shout to Piccolo to shove his shade down
Let him have this victory. He needs it.

>>5706753
>>Piccolo seems like the type who would be willing to take a hit to ensure victory...hit him with Flash Lightning, to stun the phantom!

>>5706753
>Charge up Flash Lightning and ask Piccolo before shooting if he want this or prefers doing it by himself, he grow up enough as a person to know if he needs help.
Im hyped as fuck btw

>>5706753
btw QM it's ok if we post mid update?

>>5707188
Absolutely. In fact, I encourage it!

>>5706753
>Shout to Piccolo to shove his shade down

>>5706753
>Shout to Piccolo to shove his shade down

I'm thinking Piccolo can finish this.

Rolled 47, 70 = 117 (2d100)

>>5706781
>>5706849
>>5706997
>>5707108
>>5707319
>>5707493
"Hey Piccolo, bully this nigga!" wins! Two equally matched forces pitted against one another. Normally I'd roll with their full pools, but since they're as equally matched as it could possibly get, let's just simplify the dice, shall we?
Piccolo is the first dice, and the cooler eviler Piccolo is the second dice!

>>5707592
Fate wants to steer back on the right course, it seems. Let's see how this plays out. Writing!

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Seeing the Shade pulling itself back out of the trap by turning more and more solid gives you a flash of inspiration. Although your first instinct to rush in and slam it back down, you hesitate for just a moment as a thought crosses your mind - would Piccolo resent you for taking charge of his mistake like that? A flash of guilt pangs at your heart, and so you instead look to piccolo with a serious expression.

"Piccolo, you have to make sure it doesn't escape! Drive it back down into the trap, so we can seal it away for now!" You yell out to him, fists clenched as you resist the urge and temptation to do it yourself.

"Right!" He exclaims back, dashing forward and grabbing hold of his counterpart's solidified wrists. Gritting his teeth, his muscles flex and bulge as he brings to bear as much force as he can manage, the shade's arms shaking as they struggle to maintain their hold. It looks like a stalemate for a few seconds, neither one making ground off the other, before the shade's arms suddenly do something you distinctly forgot about from your sparring sessions with Piccolo: They stretch and bend an impossible amount, acting like a boneless noodle more than an arm!

Piccolo stumbles forward, taken completely off-guard by the sudden change, which the shade doesn't even hesitate to take advantage of. One of its arms wraps itself around Piccolo's neck and torso multiple times, tugging on him harshly to try to pull him into the trap instead of itself. Piccolo's first instinct, understandably enough, is to grasp the sides of the trap to try to prevent this from happening - an act that plays entirely into the Shade's hand, since it can now leverage both Piccolo's and its own strength to pry itself free of the trap's pull.

With a frantic and sharp tug, it flings itself from the trap's influence entirely while shoving Piccolo down towards it. Piccolo's head smashes against the metal almost harmlessly beyond a tiny scuff, while the Shade creates some distance between itself and everyone else by flying overhead. "No!" "Damn!" "Unbelievable!" The various warriors gathered call out, yourself included.

In the midst of everyone's disbelief, a laugh starts to ring out. It starts off low as a low chuckle, but grows steadily into a full-on boisterous cackling. The Shade's form fully solidifies before your eyes, your one chance to entrap him in etherial form now gone it seems. Flying above you all, arms crossed imperiously, is the form of Piccolo; his expression is one of sadistic glee, no doubt eager to spend his first moments of existence terrorizing others.

"Such a lovely welcoming party. Is this a surprise for my birthday? It is only fitting to pay tribute to this world's new King." The doppelganger taunts, grinning. This just got a whole lot more serious...

>>5707640
>No more holding back, attack him even if he's linked to Piccolo! You can focus on sealing him away once he's knocked out.
>You're not the most suited to it, but you can still try to restrain him. Mutaito and Barbar both taught you a wide variety of holds you can try on him.
>It's a long-shot given his inherently evil nature, but maybe you could try to talk him down. Kami taught you that violence isn't always the answer.
>Something else...?

>>5707642
>>You're not the most suited to it, but you can still try to restrain him. Mutaito and Barbar both taught you a wide variety of holds you can try on him.

>>5707642
>You're not the most suited to it, but you can still try to restrain him. Mutaito and Barbar both taught you a wide variety of holds you can try on him.

>>5707642
>You're not the most suited to it, but you can still try to restrain him. Mutaito and Barbar both taught you a wide variety of holds you can try on him.

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>>5707642
>It's a long-shot given his inherently evil nature, but maybe you could try to talk him down. Kami taught you that violence isn't always the answer.
oh well, it's happening

Rolled 7, 28, 50, 1, 46 = 132 (5d60)

>>5707643
>>5707645
>>5707650
>>5707679
Pretty clear cut result. Four of you can roll me a d50 to try to restrain him! Your DC is going to be equal to this roll. You're not alone though, I'll roll for the others after we see your rolls!
Ignore the fact that I rolled the wrong dice for the piccolos previously, I forgot to apply the de-tiering. The ratio was in KP's favor regardless of dice size.

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>>5707788
Well...every main arc villain has to have a moment where their arrogance gets the best of them, you know?

Rolled 45 (1d50)

>>5707788
>a 50 and a 1
What did the dice mean by this?

Rolled 13 (1d50)

>>5707788
>50
>1
Impressive

>>5707642
>You're not the most suited to it, but you can still try to restrain him. Mutaito and Barbar both taught you a wide variety of holds you can try on him.

Rolled 39 (1d50)

>>5707788

Rolled 6 (1d50)

>>5707788

Rolled 12 (1d50)

>>5707788

Rolled 20, 10, 11, 9, 17, 11, 5 = 83 (7d20)

>>5707793
>>5707794
>>5707797
>>5707798
Dogpile this nigga. First four are for Barbar. Next three are for Harum. I'll have to do Piccolo (good) separately, and Kami is merely observing...for now.

Rolled 25, 6, 25, 9, 5 = 70 (5d60)

>>5707804
And the jolly green giant. Not that he's giant right now. Although he is pretty tall.

"I'm sorry, Piccolo!" You called out towards the one on your side. "I'm stepping in to help now, I know exactly what will happen if he gets away!" You reveal, thoughts momentarily envisioning the bloodshed and destruction that Fortuneteller Baba told you that Piccolo would be responsible for.

"Don't worry, I forgive you for your ignorance, my dear friend...but don't think for a moment that I'll go easy on you just because of our history together! Unlike that pathetic weakling standing beside you, there's nothing holding me back from killing anyone that gets in my way!" The self-proclaimed would-be King Piccolo declares, as though you'd been talking to him. The good half of Piccolo scowls up at him quietly, before glancing at you and nodding as a clear sign that he was okay with your help.

With Piccolo's blessing given, you focus your energy to bolster your power just a moment before you leap up towards the evil half of Piccolo. You create one air-step, then another, and a third to launch yourself off of in rapid succession in order to gain enough height and speed to close the gap between the two of you. Piccolo's counterpart swipes his hand to the side, unleashing a wave of invisible force that flings you off-course before you would actually reach him, but you account for the redirection quickly by creating a fourth air-step in order to tackle him from the side.

"If you truly wish to be my first victim, then I'll grant your wish!" 'King' Piccolo barks out in anger as your arms lock his own arms down to his sides with a bear-hug. He throws his knee up to try to drive it into you, but you shift around the blow simply enough, aided greatly by the fact that you can also move him around with your ever-tightening grip. Gritting his teeth with a growl, he looks over at you and gathers ki into his eyes, releasing a beam of lethal energy from them aimed right at your head!

Thankfully for you, the beams connect with a shining blade and reflect off of it, shooting off into the heavens above instead. Piccolo's expression turns to one of shock as Barbar turns the flat of the blade towards Piccolo and quickly maneuvers behind him, pulling The Sword back and up in order to force Piccolo's head towards the sky so that he can no longer look anywhere else without harming himself. Glancing down, you can see Harum locking his arms around the malevolent entity's legs, thus securing the remaining free part of his body. Your enemy struggles greatly for a moment, before ceasing briefly as his eyes open wide at the Good Piccolo's approach.

Your Piccolo, the good-natured one, flies directly up and slams a fist directly into his counterpart's own gut, causing the both of them to double over wheezing - Barbar has to shift his position suddenly in order to not accidentally slit his quarry's throat.

"Hrrk- what do you think you're doing?!" The evil one asks, getting a smirk from the good one.

"Whatever I need to." Your Piccolo replies cockily.

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He pulls his fist back again to go for a second strike, only for his evil counterpart's ki to spike upwards sharply. With a shout, he exerts a uniform pressure in a blast all around him in order to force all of you off of him, flinging the three of you far away before you can manage to catch yourselves - yourself and Barbar with some well placed air steps, and Harum by grabbing onto one of the palm trees of the lookout before he passed it by. The good Piccolo doesn't seem to have been sent very far comparatively, his mastery of flight being put to good use to weather the burst of energy.

"Haah..." He breathes out heavily from the intense expendeture, though only for a moment. "Such an annoying swarm of insects you have fighting for you, brother! I think it's time we evened things out a little. Let's start with your favorite worm!" He exclaims, thrusting his palm out towards Harum to reveal he'd been secretly charging his ki into his fist. A bright yellow ball of energy screams towards Harum with a thick trail behind it, but thankfully Harum is aware enough to swing himself out of the way! King Piccolo begins to laugh, however, pointing back to the attack.

"Perhaps you shouldn't have dodged! Look at where it'll go next!" He taunts, and your gaze snaps back to the attack.

The streaking orb of energy keeps speeding off into the distance, curving as it approaches the horizon. Gravity seems to take effect on it, causing its trajectory to line up with...no! It's headed right towards West City at this rate! Did that bastard line it up like that intentionally?! You glance frantically from the attack as it charges towards its newest target, over to the man who created it. What's to stop him from creating more of those blasts if you don't stop him now? But...can you really afford to let that blast land? How could you stop it? Can you even make it in time to protect the City far below?

>You'll sprint off the Lookout with Air Steps and call Nimbus to you once you're close enough to Earth's surface for it! You'll intercept that attack and force it off-course, no matter what!
>You can't afford to leave everyone else alone with King Piccolo! Taking him down is the number one priority!

>>5708989
>You'll sprint off the Lookout with Air Steps and call Nimbus to you once you're close enough to Earth's surface for it! You'll intercept that attack and force it off-course, no matter what!
Isn't that where Mama Be lives? Aside from the general loss of life, we GOTTA' save that sweet old lady.

>>5708993
She's actually in North City! At least, if my memory is right.

>>5708989
>You'll sprint off the Lookout with Air Steps and call Nimbus to you once you're close enough to Earth's surface for it! You'll intercept that attack and force it off-course, no matter what!

>>5708997
Well that's a relief! Still, best to stop the city exploding regardless.

>>5709011
>You'll sprint off the Lookout with Air Steps and call Nimbus to you once you're close enough to Earth's surface for it! You'll intercept that attack and force it off-course, no matter what!
Kami and Popo PLEASE help Piccolo

>>5709048
After seeing this escalation of the stakes, Kami may decide step in. Until now, the only consequences had been for his students alone.
Of course, the most useful thing he could do here is also one of the least desirable outcomes, depending on how much you care about Piccolo's continued survival...

>>5708989
>You'll sprint off the Lookout with Air Steps and call Nimbus to you once you're close enough to Earth's surface for it! You'll intercept that attack and force it off-course, no matter what!

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>>5708993
>>5709011
>>5709048
>>5709052
Nice and unanimous, that's the kind of decisiveness I like to see! Four of you, roll a D50 for me! Your DC is 46 tonight!
I'll see you all in the morning, but for now, good night and good luck!

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Rolled 32 (1d50)

>>5709054
>DC is 46

Rolled 44 (1d50)

>>5709054
come on dice

Rolled 23 (1d50)

>>5709054
Oh god.

Rolled 4 (1d50)

>>5709054
What's up with these DC's? Damn.

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>>5709095
>>5709158
>>5709170
>>5709180

Rolled 15, 1, 4, 18, 1 = 39 (5d20)

>>5709180
Twas the second highest roll for Piccolo! Of course, that was the dc for a complete success. Invisibly, there were several smaller DCs.
By the way, you’re not the only one going to try to stop this attack! Mr. Popo has your back!

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>>5709498
Poor Popo with the two 1s

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"I'll stop it!" You cry out, immediately sprinting towards the edge of the lookout by generating several air-steps to act as a stairway down for you - just dropping normally would take too much time, you need horizontal momentum if you want to catch up to the destructive orb. You fling yourself off the lookout without a moment's hesitation, bringing your fingers up to the sides of your mouth and whistling as loud as you can to call for your Flying Nimbus.

"You go too far, Piccolo. I shall make you regret your decision to attack my people." Your keen ears pick up Kami's voice, but soon after you hear nothing but the rushing of the wind as a familiar yellow cloud catches your fall and speeds away towards the 'missed' attack. You crouch down low in order to reduce drag, and you can feel the Nimbus pushing itself as hard as possible to catch up. It takes a good MINUTE to finally close the gap, with the blast now only a few miles out from the city, but you finally make a hard turn right in front of it and bring all your energy into your fists to slam them against the massive ball of ki.

Even with the protective sheath of energy around your hands, Piccolo's attack burns and sizzles your skin. It continues to push forward, greatly slowed by your efforts but not stopped - the sheer force behind it makes your arms want to buckle. Your muscles are shaking, your teeth are grit, and doubt it starting to creep into you on if you're actually strong enough to save the people of West City...and that's when you feel another force beside you, also resisting the blast.

Your head turns to see Mr. Popo, standing atop his carpet with his hands similarly thrust against the ball of ki. He has a look of great concentration on his face, but he still affords a moment to look back at you and give you a smile. "You seemed like you could use a hand, my friend." He says, before directing his attention back to the ball. You nod with renewed spirits, and redouble your efforts to stop it.

Slowly but surely, the two of you pushing together in tandem manage to stop the orb in its tracks - though it certainly felt like you barely managed the task. You were about to celebrate your victory over it, but the orb suddenly changes color, and you can feel the energy within it changing, becoming increasingly volatile with each passing moment. Your eyebrows shoot up, and just when you're about to react, you feel two hands shove you off of the Nimbus.

"What?!" You exclaim in shock as you fall down, looking up to see Mr. Popo standing there with his arms still outstretched from pushing you. He waves down at you with a serene smile, while your Nimbus dives down rapidly to prepare for catching you.

"Do your best, young master!" Mr. Popo says, before Piccolo's attack detonates in a fiery explosion that consumes the attendant's form. The explosion itself creates a pressure wave that batters you away even further, while the attack expands to the size of the city you saved.

>>5709638
POPO, NOOOOO!

Rolled 8, 16, 15, 17, 10, 14, 9, 2, 8, 18, 1 = 118 (11d20)

>>5709644
He will be missed. Not by piccolo though, his attack clearly hit.
Anyways, let's see how the people on the lookout fair tonight, shall we? Barbar takes first four, Harum takes the next three, and Azalea will take the last four.

Rolled 11, 4, 7, 41, 46 = 109 (5d50)

>>5709678
And Kami's coming in with his own brand of punishment.

Rolled 32, 52, 34, 21, 71, 26, 31, 47, 30, 43 = 387 (10d75)

>>5709681
And the two Piccolos have their rolls, the first 5 for KING Piccolo and the last 5 for PEASANT Piccolo. Their power has had some time to stabilize from the split.

>>5709678
>>5709681
>>5709682
71 vs a combined total of 77. It's a pretty close match, this is looking like an Even Exchange! Azalea may be having a rather difficult time of it, though...

>>5709685
I effin beg you, not Popo

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You're forced to look away, shielding your eyes from the brightness of the expanding ki. By the time the explosion fades into nothing more than smoke, the Nimbus has successfully caught you once more, sparing you from hitting the ground at terminal velocity thanks to its squishy body. Your eyes look around the hazy sky where Popo once was, and even spare a glance down to the skies and ground below, but you don't see any sign of your friend. In a vain hope, you expand your ki senses, but you can feel nothing of his energy either. It seems as though Mr. Popo is no more.

"No, damn it! Why him?!" You cry out, feeling tears welling up at the corners of your eyes. A familiar acidic anger wells up in your chest, the same kind as when you fought Garlic, but you push it down for now - you can't afford to go wild out here, far away from the target of your ire and far too close to a city full of innocents as you are. Clenching your fists so tightly that your nails dig deep enough into your flesh as to produce blood, you make the decision to return to the others as quickly as possible.

Even with the Nimbus going as quickly as it possibly can, it takes another minute to return to the Lookout. A minute filled with growing worry and dread, as you had no choice but to abandon the fight for two full minutes that your enemy could use to turn the tides. Would you come back to find any of your other friends dead? Would Piccolo's Malevolent half have beaten down everyone else with his absurd natural power, with his good half unable to stop him due to their link?

Once you're close enough to the Tower's bottom, you snap yourself out of your spiralling thoughts and leap from the Flying Nimbus, hopping from air-step to air-step to make the climb in just a few seconds. With a tight series of flips, you land onto the surface of the Lookout once more, and draw your gaze across it to gather information on how things have changed.

Both Piccolos are nursing a deep cut across their chest, purple blood spilling forth from it - though only the evil half's shirt is torn where the cut happened. Barbar's artificial arm seems to have been shattered to pieces, while Harum appears to have been thrown into the west wing of the lookout's accommodations - he's still extricating himself from the rubble, it looks like. Kami has two holes in his shoulder, which he's clutching while glaring out the enemy, and Azalea is...initially nowhere to be seen, strangely enough.

"Only one of you came back, hmm? What a shame. I thought I felt one of your life forces get snuffed out." King Piccolo says with a vicious grin, before holding up his hand. Within his fist is Azalea, struggling to try to free herself to no avail, even going so far as to ineffectually bite at the villain's hand. "I would think twice about attacking me if you don't want to lose another friend!" He gloats, causing your anger to boil up even further. You want nothing more than to give in to your rage right now...

>Give in to your anger. You'll tear him to pieces even worse than you did Garlic!
>Restrain yourself, before anyone else gets hurt. You hate to admit it, but you don't even have any techniques that could deal with him without hurting his good half...
>Something else...?

>>5709841
>Give in to your anger. You'll tear him to pieces even worse than you did Garlic!
Popo is this quest's Krillin.

>>5709841
>>Give in to your anger. You'll tear him to pieces even worse than you did Garlic!

>>5709841
>Restrain yourself, before anyone else gets hurt. You hate to admit it, but you don't even have any techniques that could deal with him without hurting his good half...

>>5709839
>Give in to your anger. You'll tear him to pieces even worse than you did Garlic!
Piccolo is cool (well, Good Piccolo) but this IS his fault. If he dies to protect our Azalea, it will be a loss we'll mourn... Together. With Azalea. Who will be alive. NO MATTER WHAT.

>>5709841
Come back after a few days and of course good P bungles the ghost trap. Ehhh, anyone thinking maybe the icon could deal with the soul link between the two P's or at least stop the fairy from getting crushed?

Pure rage might not be the best course as we won't be able to get clever in the fight.

>>5709869
>>5709897
It's unlikely the icon would save one without saving the other at the same time.
As for saving Azalea...it may require high rolls from you (and comparatively low rolls from him) to save her if you give in to your anger and start attacking him again, given her current position.
This is definitely an important decision worth considering in detail. You'll gain the immediate power needed to defeat him, and may even become permanently more powerful like before, but it could cost you two more friends in the process potentially...and from a meta level, preclude you from resurrecting them by 'the usual means'.
Conversely, restraining yourself and taking the peaceful route could lead to widespread death and devastation. But you'd have the option of fixing the damages to that later, potentially. Of course, you'd still have to find a way to handle KP.

>>5709839
>>5709845
In that case I'll change to
>Restrain yourself, before anyone else gets hurt. You hate to admit it, but you don't even have any techniques that could deal with him without hurting his good half...

>>5709904
If restraint will save Azalea... Restraint it is.

>>5709841
>Restrain yourself, before anyone else gets hurt. You hate to admit it, but you don't even have any techniques that could deal with him without hurting his good half...

>>5709841
>Restrain yourself, before anyone else gets hurt. You hate to admit it, but you don't even have any techniques that could deal with him without hurting his good half...

Ahhh we need to think with our brain not fists

>>5709928
Oh, and this vote replaces >>5709869, of course.

>>5709841
>Restrain yourself, before anyone else gets hurt. You hate to admit it, but you don't even have any techniques that could deal with him without hurting his good half...

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>>5709841
>Use Souls Removal halfway, only debilitating and converting KP body into a spiritual form so he cant hold Azalea hostage anymore.
>Also speaking to her with Telepathy "You're gonna be ok, I promise!"
M-maybe?

>>5710394
If this is viable, I'll support it.

(t. >>5710066)

>>5710394
>>5710430
It's a fairly lengthy technique, not one that will render someone incapacitated or unable to interact with things in a timely fashion - it's usually best used when you're far away from your target, can distract or slow them with other things, or have someone else fighting them. Hell, it took like an entire episode or two for Kami to succumb to it in the Garlic Jr arc of the show.
>>5710079
>>5710027
>>5709928
>>5709913
>>5709897
>>5709848
>>5709846
That being said, we have our vote! Writing now for some restraint.

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...And yet, you still force yourself to breathe deeply and calm the tumultuous sea of your soul. It doesn't matter how much you want to give in to your anger, you'll never risk the lives of your friends to do so. The heat of your rage tapers off, no longer threatening to boil over, though still obviously present - what he did is unforgivable, something you'll never be able to forget.

"Name your terms." You spit out, staring daggers at him over being unable to risk doing more to the bastard.

"That look suits you, Honta. A hatred like that...why, it almost makes me think of you as my kin." He taunts, causing you to clench your teeth that much harder to restrain yourself. "Here's the deal. I'm going to leave this place and go enjoy myself somewhere else. In three day's time, I'll release your precious little friend here - I won't harm a single hair on her head. But if I sense any of you leaving this lookout in that time, I'll crush every bone in her body faster than you can blink. She'll be squished just like an insect!" King Piccolo lays out his terms.

"What makes you think we'd agree to terms like that? How do we even know you'll fulfil your end of the bargain?" Barbar asks, narrowing his eyes at the manifested evil.

"You don't have a choice. You'll take the deal, or I'll vaporize her right now to save us all some time." King Piccolo threatens, tightening his grip just enough to make Azalea cry out. It immediately tugs at your heartstrings.

"Stop!" You cry out. "Alright, we'll do it! Just...just don't hurt her." You say, anger mixing together with equal parts of worry now.

"My word is my bond." King Piccolo says with a chuckle, backing up towards the edge of the lookout. "Three days. I'll prepare a welcoming feast that'll be to die for." He taunts one final time, before letting himself fall backwards off the lookout. Everyone present rushes towards the edge to look out over it, and you see King Piccolo flying off into the horizon at high speeds.

You smash your fist into the tiled floor of the lookout, leaving a foot-deep indentation of it in the ground and shattering several nearby tiles in the process. "Damn it! How are we supposed to just sit here for three days? He's out there, free to do anything he wants!" You shout at nobody in particular, that anger you suppressed flaring back up.

"We were ill-prepared to deal with a situation such as this one." Kami states in a level tone, no emotions clear in his voice or on his face. "But...we have three days to change that. We cannot change what has happened, but we can change what will happen."

"I can only hope so..." You say, once more recalling the cataclysm foretold to happen soon. "But how can we get ready in only three days?" You ask, turning to Kami. At this, he actually smiles, and holds up two fingers.

"I have two solutions. One, we can utilize a special chamber I have built upon the lookout...or two, we can ask HIM." He says, holding up something familiar...

>>5710546
"Garlic? What makes you think he would help us?" You ask incredulously. He didn't exactly part with the living on good terms, after all.

"A reduced punishment. I am willing to transfer him over to the afterlife rather than keeping him here, where he can one day reincarnate, if he assists us. I know him to actually be an expert in the sealing arts, so it would appear to be an adequate solution to our problem." He responds, glancing within the dark crystal.

"Hm...and the other proposal?" You ask next.

"I call it the Hyperbolic Time Chamber. One day outside of the chamber is equal to a full year inside of it. There is enough food stocked within to last two people that entire year, assuming you can bear it that long. The conditions I've created within it are harsher than anything you'll ever find on earth...but it should prove to be an excellent place to train, and develop a technique suitable for handling Piccolo's darker half." Kami explains. "However! Know that I consider this the less reliable option. There is no guarantee any of you would be able to withstand a full year in there to take advantage of it, nor is there a guarantee that whatever time you spend in there can guarantee your success at developing a sealing technique powerful enough to contain him." He continues to warn.

It has you thinking for a few moments. Can you really risk working with your former enemy...? What kind of hell awaits you in the Time Chamber should you go that route? Maybe...you can try working with Garlic inside of the chamber, even? You rub your chin, deep in thought, before you deliver your answer.

>You'll work with Garlic's Spirit directly to seal away King Piccolo. The power and skills he can bring to the table are perfect for the job.
>You'll head to the Hyperbolic Time Chamber to try to develop a sealing technique of your own.
>You'll combine the two ideas, and take Garlic's Spirit to the Hyperbolic Time Chamber in order to complete your training under him and learn his sealing techniques.
>You propose...SOMETHING ELSE!

>>5710564
>You'll combine the two ideas, and take Garlic's Spirit to the Hyperbolic Time Chamber in order to complete your training under him and learn his sealing techniques.
We have three days, so time to speed up time

>>5710564
>You'll combine the two ideas, and take Garlic's Spirit to the Hyperbolic Time Chamber in order to complete your training under him and learn his sealing techniques.
A bit risky, but it's also the choice with potentially the best chances.

>>5710564
>>You'll combine the two ideas, and take Garlic's Spirit to the Hyperbolic Time Chamber in order to complete your training under him and learn his sealing techniques.
Hopefully he doesn't go the "I taught him wrong as a joke." route.

>>5710564
>You'll combine the two ideas, and take Garlic's Spirit to the Hyperbolic Time Chamber in order to complete your training under him and learn his sealing techniques.
Though if others are down for it, we could also just
>Kill Good Piccolo
I mean, desperate times...

>>5710578
>You'll combine the two ideas, and take Garlic's Spirit to the Hyperbolic Time Chamber in order to complete your training under him and learn his sealing techniques.
I hope we can talk it out with him, help him like we helped Barbar and good Piccolo

>>5710606
thats a nono for me, unless he REALLY want to do it because of the guilt

>>5710578
>>5710588
>>5710599
>>5710606
>>5710748
"Complete my pupil's training, or you'll be confined to the otherworld's CBT machine indefinitely" - Kami at some point, probably.
Do me a favor, lads. I need 5 of you to roll 2d50 for me. The first dice will be for the speed of your training with Garlic, while the second dice will be for how long you can withstand the rigors of the Hyperbolic Time Chamber before tapping out.

Rolled 8, 24 = 32 (2d50)

>>5710820
>"Complete my pupil's training, or you'll be confined to the otherworld's CBT machine indefinitely" - Kami at some point, probably.
Don't threaten him with a good time.

Rolled 10, 12 = 22 (2d50)

>>5710820

Rolled 35, 15 = 50 (2d50)

>>5710820

Rolled 49, 5 = 54 (2d50)

>>5710820

Rolled 7, 34 = 41 (2d50)

>>5710820

>>5710821
>>5710835
>>5710869
>>5710907
>>5710909
49 on training speed, 34 on length of stay! I'd say that's more than enough time to learn what you need to. And then some...
But for now, how about we enjoy a little perspective shift, before we reveal our slice-of-life sitcom show with Honta and Garlic?

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You are evil incarnate, malevolence manifest. You share the name of your other half, Piccolo, but in truth it feels a little bare to you - in time, the world will know you as King Piccolo. No, even that isn't enough...you will be the Demon King Piccolo, the one who conquered everything under the heavens. Your birth was one that met with great resistance from your previous self's former friends, but you were able to play their emotions against them in order to secure time for yourself. You were unprepared the last time thanks only to the circumstances of your arrival into this world, but next time...next time, you would be more than prepared.

You brought your flight to a stop over the city you nearly destroyed, had it not been for Honta's timely intervention. That annoying, groveling servant met his end here if you remember correctly. The irritating Fairy you captured struggles still in your hand, so you growl down at her, baring your fangs.

"I made a promise not to harm a single hair on your head, but there can always be an 'accident' if you don't stop annoying me!" You bark out, which seems to work, as the miniature woman stops banging on your fist.

"Okay..." She says mournfully, sniffling a little. You scowl at the pathetic attempt to tug at your non-existent heartstrings, before turning your gaze back towards the city. There is much to be done if you're to be ready for the arrival of the 'heroes'...but, then again, today IS your birthday still. Perhaps you should enjoy yourself a little with a little bit of destruction and mayhem.

You close your eyes and breathe in the fresh air, enjoying the serenity that is freedom from everything that once held you back. It helps to clear your head of the lingering adrenaline from your previous fight, and the high of your first victory over those fools. You know that the attendant you slew, Mr. Popo, had a plethora of magical items he made in his time - you're not sure if you destroyed them or not when he died holding back your attack, but it could be worthwhile to check on the ground for any possible remnants. You can feel several strong energy signatures nearby, just outside of the city, which could potentially oppose you with the other heroes if you don't dispatch them in some way now. Your shared memories tell you that the seat of government in this world is in Central City, and that it would solidify your presence were you to decimate the opposition there and announce your new rule. So many things to do, so little time...

>Conquer Central City, and announce your rulership as your first act.
>Destroy West City, and the strong lifeforms near it.
>Look for Mr. Popo's remains, to take advantage of anything that may have remained intact.
>Something else DESPICABLE and VILE?

>>5710950
>>Conquer Central City, and announce your rulership as your first act.

>>5710950
>Conquer Central City, and announce your rulership as your first act.

>>5710950
>Look for Mr. Popo's remains, to take advantage of anything that may have remained intact.

>>5710950
>Conquer Central City, and announce your rulership as your first act.

>>5710950
>Conquer Central City, and announce your rulership as your first act.

>>5710950
>Destroy West City and the strong lifeforms near it.

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>>5710950
btw QM, making us play like the motherfucker who just killed Popo? You're a monster and I love it

>>5710959
>>5710962
>>5710964
>>5711074
>>5711105
>>5711208
There's a new king in town. Let's make sure everyone knows about it. Writing!
>>5711267
What better way to prepare you for what Honta will walk out to see?

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You come to a decision after a few seconds of consideration. Your first gift to yourself will be nothing less than the world, and as such you need to make your way over to the seat of power for this world's government so that you can show everyone just how futile it is to resist you. You begin your flight once more, quickly speeding past West City to head to your new destination. Unbeknownst to you, those strong fighters just outside of West City had noted your unrestrained power and the immeasurable evil radiating from your ki - your might drives a spike of fear into the heart of even the strongest of them, so hopelessly outclassed as they are...they feel a shameful relief when they saw that you'd moved on for now.

Soon enough, you're hovering in the skies above Central City, watching the ants below go about their daily lives entirely oblivious to your presence. The gears of your mind spin as you contemplate how you want the world's first sight of you to be, eventually settling on 'imposing'. With that in mind, you force your ki through your body evenly, triggering your unique biology's ability to rapidly expand to far greater sizes than before. In a matter of seconds, you now tower over everything this planet has to offer save for the occasional Ferocisaurus; some people down below have taken notice of your sudden growth, being the massive figure in the sky that you are. You're almost ready for your introduction - you add just one final touch by flexing your will and magical power in order to create a magnificent crimson cape around you, one that should hopefully grow and shrink with you if you applied your on-the-fly enchantment to it correctly.

Preparations complete, your eyes scan the city for the most impressive building of them all - ah, there we go, a castle to call your own. You descend upon the stirring city with a grin, the multitude of ants split between swarming and staring at your arrival. You're an entirely new sight to them, so you can imagine their curiosity - in fact, one particularly curious and brave reporter comes right up to you with her crew.

"H-Hello sir, Action 7 News! We see that you've touched down in front of the King's Castle. Are you an alien envoy of some kind?" The reporter asks, unable to hide the small tremors she has from your intimidating form. Your smile only widens, and with two massive fingers you move to take the microphone from her, getting a yelp in response.

"Good evening, everyone. I am your soon-to-be new King. I have not come here in peace, nor will I accept any offers of peace. You will be subjugated and tormented and even destroyed purely for my entertainment, as a birthday gift to myself. Tonight, you bear witness to the rise of The Demon King Piccolo!" You announce, before crushing the microphone between your fingers. To bring the point home, you turn your gaze to the reporter, and with the slightest flex of your power you vaporize her entirely with your eye-beams.

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"F-freeze!" a couple of blue-suited men declared, pointing some devices at you that you were admittedly less than familiar with. Half a second later, those devices were producing flashes of light and barking loudly as they flung tiny pieces of metal at you, totalling up to about two dozen each before they seemingly ran out of ammunition. You didn't even bother moving in any way, allowing their primitive weapons to bounce off of your superior form ineffectually, which only served to terrify them more.

Delighted with their growing horror, you raise a hand towards one of the duo and pinch your fingers together, your telekinetic power crushing the fool's body into a twisted cube effortlessly. His partner begins to scream, but you put a swift stop to that by swinging your hand out and decapitating him in an instant. Leaving the two pieces to fall to the ground, you finally make your way into the castle now that your first demonstration is complete.

Exactly as you suspected would happen, alarms begin blaring out within the castle, red lights flashing on and off. Your keen ears pick up the sounds of countless boots hitting the floor, and soon enough there's an entire squadron of ants dressed in their funny little uniforms and wielding seemingly more advanced weaponry, all ready to confront you. You spread your arms wide for them.

"This will be the only chance you have. Those of you who wish to serve your new King, kneel, and I may show mercy." You give them an out. Some of the less confident members seem shaky, two of them even taking a subconscious step back as their underdeveloped minds slowly realize how outclassed they are, but the rest...the rest seem to be rather suicidal, as they all open fire at you. Multicolored beams of light try to slam into you, explosives rocket straight towards your chest, and considerably larger and faster slugs of metal try to prick at your skin like annoying little bees. All of them fail to so much as draw blood from you or bruise you, merely serving to irritate you at best.

Unwilling to damage your soon-to-be new property, you wait until you have everything lined up just perfectly, and start to flick back those metal slugs faster than your targets can even blink. Each of the bullets you redirected pierced right through their new target's skull, leaving them to drop to the floor dead. As the smoke from the conflict clears, you can see that one of the humans actually took your advice, cowering on the floor in a prostrate position as though he was praying to you - the sight makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

"Look at that, Azalea. Perhaps these humans CAN learn their place after all. And here I was worried I'd have to get rid of all of them if they proved too worthless!" You proclaimed, laughing.

"You're a monster! And monsters always get what's coming to them!" The fairy fires back. You scoff at the notion.

"I'm no monster. I hope you'll soon realize...that I'm MUCH, much worse." You reply.

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You then point a finger at the Fairy, using a miniscule amount of your magical power to create a cloth gag to shut her up with until you're ready to talk to her again. You direct you attention to the sole surviving member of what used to be the King's Guard, addressing him.

"Rise, my newest servant. Tell me, what is your name?" You ask him, mostly out of entertainment due to how amusing his quivering form is. He shakily climbs to his feet, and shoots off a stiff gesture you're unfamiliar with - you assume it to be some form of salute, however.

"P-Private Red, sir!" Your servant replies, to which you nod and fold your free arm behind your back. You're starting to get tired of carrying this fairy around everywhere...

"Lead me to the throne, Red. I have business to conduct." You command.

"Sir yes sir!" He says, slowly getting more of his spine back from the looks of it. He turns on a dime, and begins to lead you deeper into the castle. Your journey forward was not one without further opposition, but everything they brought to bear against you was so miniscule that it's hardly even worth remembering, let alone mentioning. Once you arrived at the throne room, you found yourself face to face with the previous king, whose features you don't even bother memorizing - he isn't even to be a footnote in the history of this world, as far as you're concerned. You discorporated him quite easily by throwing him through the nearest window and tossing a simple energy ball after him, giving yourself a nice fireworks show if nothing else.

You take a glance at the throne, shaking your head and tsking your tongue a few times. "This won't do at all...it needs an upgrade." You say, pointing your index and pinky fingers at the throne and unleashing a burst of magic power at it. The throne is transmuted into something far larger, adorned with spikes and flowing in an organic shape that you find intrinsically pleasing. The design reminds you greatly of your home back on Yunzabit heights which creates a pang of loneliness in your heart, but you feel nothing towards it beyond aesthetic appreciation.

You take a seat upon your new throne, letting out a sigh of satisfaction as you do so. "Tell me, Red...what makes a King a King?" You ask, rhetorically. You already know the answer, of course.

"Er...land ownership?" He suggests, incorrectly.

"Subjects." You growl out, causing him to jump. Your smile soon returns to you, though, as you raise your hand up. You begin to concentrate your energy in a fashion not too dissimilar to when your fused self created YOU, and from your gargantuan flesh begins to manifest offshoots of your own malevolence. Imbued with enough energy to make each of them more than a match for any human, you birth over a dozen sons. The family you always yearned for.

When your spawn all finish forming over the next few minutes, they instinctively line up, turning to you for guidance. It is your place as their father to guide them, after all.

"Hello, my children. Today is a wonderful day. It is my birthday, and it is your own birthdays. It would bring me no greater joy than to see you all enjoying yourselves...so that is my command. Go forth, and bring terror in my name. Spread mayhem and devastation as you please! And remember, have fun doing it. I certainly wouldn't mind it if you surprised your father with a gift, but I shall leave the details of that up to each of you." You welcome your children into the world, giving them their purpose at the same time.

Several of them look to each other, nodding. All together, they turn towards the open window, and take flight out of it. You can see from their fading forms that they seem to be forming groups, with only three of your children proving to be 'lone wolves' that opt to go out on their own. You chuckle at the sight.

"Ah, kids..." You say to nobody in particular. You can already hear a few explosions, and QUITE a lot of screaming outside as they get to work. Such youthful energy they have! But, as you said, you'll leave them to their tasks. You have your castle, and the world knows of your new rule...what shall you do next, today?

>Using your boundless magic, you'll create something most devious to use against the heroes once they arrive. Traps are a given, but you want to get...creative. Why, you even have some Fairy Dust you can use right here!
>You think you'll go hunting. You happen to know where the families of Honta and Harum are...they would be quite devastated if something happened to them. You're torn between killing them, taking them hostage to kill them right in front of the heroes.
>Before you split, you'd heard Honta talking to the others about the magic items laying in wait around the world...it wouldn't hurt to stack things in your favor by going out and looking for some of them.
>Something else?

>>5711747
>You're torn between killing them, taking them
This is meant to be "You're torn between killing them, OR taking them"
Whoops, haha!

>>5711747
>Before you split, you'd heard Honta talking to the others about the magic items laying in wait around the world...it wouldn't hurt to stack things in your favor by going out and looking for some of them.
Hell yeah, a true king don't take no chances!

>>5711747
>Before you split, you'd heard Honta talking to the others about the magic items laying in wait around the world...it wouldn't hurt to stack things in your favor by going out and looking for some of them.

>>5711747
>Using your boundless magic, you'll create something most devious to use against the heroes once they arrive. Traps are a given, but you want to get...creative. Why, you even have some Fairy Dust you can use right here!

>>5711747
>>You think you'll go hunting. You happen to know where the families of Honta and Harum are...they would be quite devastated if something happened to them. You're torn between killing them, taking them hostage to kill them right in front of the heroes.
He KNOWS that this will fucking break Honta's heart in half.

>>5711749
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>>5711893
It looks like we're going to go hunting for some magic treasure! It's time to take advantage of Piccolo's higher tier.
Four of you, roll a d75 for me!
At DC 25, you'll pick up the Gourd of Mist. At 50, you'll also have enough time to grab the Universal Ring. And at 75, a crit, you'll even be able to find the Dragon near Papaya Island and slay it.

Rolled 71 (1d75)

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Rolled 3 (1d75)

>>5712103
Time to finish the job that Honda ignored

Rolled 19 (1d75)

>>5712103
not gonna lie feeling super powerfull is kinda awesome

Rolled 29 (1d75)

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>>5712135
It looks like he's successful in getting two of the items on his list, but unfortunately he's going to be interrupted before he performs the coup de grace on a dragon!
That poor wizard...I don't think he'll be expecting the Gourd's ability.

>>5712123
I could swear I tagged this one as well. Anyways, writing!

After but a few minutes of contemplation on your royal throne, you create a plan. Years ago, you had overheard Honta talking to those clingy friends of his, discussing the magic items he'd learned about from some 'Fortuneteller Baba' figure. Given how he never really left the Lookout to pursue those items, you can only assume he had yet to get around to it yet - and you're planning to take advantage of his own inaction. One item in particular interested you the most, though you never would have dared to admit it back then, weak of mind as you once were...the Gourd of Mists, a legendary item that can allow one to claim the power of their enemies with ease.

You knew full well that your power had waned considerably since your division, but such a thing would hardly be permanent. Perhaps, if you played your cards right, you could one day devour your soft-hearted half to return to your true potential without sacrificing who you currently are...but until then, you had to accrue power. And though you currently overpower Honta, you still remember that terrifying power you felt him bring to bear against Garlic - power that nearly rivalled your own. He holds untapped potential within him, that much is to be certain, so you'll stack the deck as much in your favor as possible before your inevitable clash.

Of course, you're anticipating this next venture to be more intensive than taking this castle was, so you direct a finger down to the fairy clutched in your fist and materialize a small golden cage around her, which you loop around your belt so as to keep her on your waist. With her now secure, you begin your journey to the Diablo Desert in order to claim your first and most coveted prize...

The Journey there is quite dull admittedly, even with the small amount of entertainment you derive from spotting your children rampaging and terrorizing. It doesn't take you particularly long to get there, but it does take a good hour or so, as you took a more leisurely pace than before - partially a necessity, as you didn't actually know the exact location of the barbarian tribes you were looking for. Thankfully, your skyborn position makes it relatively easy to spot several plumes of smoke off in the distance, signalling the presence of several humans.

Flying above them, your keen eyes confirm that they are indeed the tribe you're looking for, as their attire is no different than the garments you've seen hung up in Barbar's room before. Simple leathers and furs, utterly primitive...it disgusts you, even though you must admit that you admire the brutality you've long since learned they had. As you descend upon their camp, their hustle and bustle slowly stops, individuals looking up from their butchering and cooking and smithing and training to look upon your glorious form.

"I come for the Gourd of Mists." You state, airing your intentions immediately. "Your permission is...unnecessary." You add on, smirking in a self-assured manner.

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"You come here making demands, without any weapons?" A feminine voice asks, which reveals itself as she steps into view from a tent. Barely dressed at all in some furs, it seems to be a cocky blonde woman, who hefts little more than a glorified hunk of wood over her shoulder. By human standards, her power is actually quite impressive - for someone who likely doesn't have a single bit of knowledge regarding Ki, you can sense that she bears a potent lifeforce that rivals Barbar's own. Unfortunately for her, it's still nothing compared to your own, and her impudence has irritated you.

Holding a hand out towards her, your telekinesis latches on to her form and begins to lift her helplessly into the air, where she flails about in surprise and shock. "Wh-what?! A sorcerer?" She yells out disbelieving. You chuckle at her misunderstanding.

"You may as well think of me as a god for how far beyond you all I am. In all possible regards, my might is simply...superior. Of course, that won't matter for very long to you - you'll be joining everyone else I killed in the eternal torment I prepared just for you humans." You sneer, letting your ki flow invisibly into the tribe leader until it reaches the threshold for what you want to do. Closing your fist tightly, you detonate your energy within her, causing her floating form to spontaneously explode and rain her gibs across the entire camp. Your laughter rings out over their cries of horror.

"You coward! Fight us like a man!" Another fool shouts, the rest of them giving a rallying cry behind them. It seems this bunch is not so easily cowed? Good...it'll make it more fun. You grin to nobody other than yourself, and crack your knuckles.

Even taking your sweet time and savoring every last death, it took you only fifteen minutes to eradicate each and every person in the tribe. Down to the last woman and child, no matter how young, you made them pay for resisting you...they are by far your favorite humans you've met so far, but if you let insolence slide, it'll only get worse. You actually found the Gourd halfway through, but you wanted to make sure the message stuck, and such is why you're now standing in the burnt ruins of what was once Barbar's people.

Now that you have what you came for, you fly up into the skies once more, this time shooting off towards the North. Somewhere, hidden amongst the ice and snow up there, is supposed to be the Wizard's Tower that you're looking for. Admittedly, while the Universal Ring would no doubt prove to be a useful boon for the upcoming battle, your true goal laid within the wizard himself: if you can entrap him within the gourd, you could bolster your magical prowess considerably. In truth, you also planned to do the same to the next 'item' on your list, but you were taking things one at a time for now...

>>5712341
Jesus, Piccolo, you done fucked up making this evil half, that's for sure.

>>5712358
Such is what happens when you concentrate your evil and only your evil into something. Honestly, even in canon he's incredibly despicable and does things quite similar. Arguably more sadistic than Frieza, because he ACTUALLY traps the souls of those he kills in a torturous limbo...given the same scale of operations and power as the space lizard, he'd probably be the worse villain of the two if you ask me.

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>>5712341
>fit tomboy tribal chief was killed

>>5712341
Barbar is going to be pissed when he finds out.
>>5712358
If I were Kami, this is the type of mistake that would be enough to not give kamihood to him. But there are no other candidates.

>>5712538
There's Honta

>>5712389
In canon did king P's hell limbo die with him or did Goku and friends forget to take care of that?

>>5713321
You know, I don't think they mention it again. I know they revived everyone killed by KP and his sons, but it's never actually stated if the limbo system was destroyed.
However, we DO know that it's not a thing by Cell Saga, as everyone that Junior kills by then and onward goes to actual Hell instead of limbo. Like Gero.

>>5713333
To be fair, by Cell Saga he wasn't Junior so much as "The Nameless Namekian" or Piccolo Classic, reformed, with his evil side redeemed AND recombined with Kami-Piccolo.

>>5713364
Oh right, and Goku and Raditz. Somehow that blanked from my mind when thinking about people that Junior has killed.
So yeah, it probably stopped existing once King Piccolo had to reincarnate.

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>>5713333
What the fuck, me. Piccolo didn't kill Gero. I must be all kinds of tired from that road trip.
Let's get down to finishing today's update before I make more dumb mistakes.

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Before too long, you're flying over a barren wasteland filled with little more than compacted ice and snow. The freezing temperatures bring back unpleasant memories of what was once your home, so you accelerate your flight in order to minimize your stay here. Flying back and forth across the tundra, you end up wasting at least an hour trying to find the blasted tower, the only thing of note anywhere out here being a tiny and insignificant village.

That is, until a stirring snowstorm blows some ice around something invisible even to your eyes a few miles out from said village...even knowing it was likely to be magically shielded from sight didn't seem to aid you in finding it, frustratingly enough. But now that you have a clue, you fly over to the area of the strange occurrence, glancing about curiously.

As soon as you cross an unknown threshold, the tower suddenly comes into view, shimmering to life as though it was always there. You smirk confidently to yourself, and come to a landing right outside of the tower, shrinking yourself down in the process so as to not overly intimidate the wizard before you get what you want. You knock thrice upon the door, and hear some muffled shouting on the other side, from deeper within the tower.

After a minute and quite a few locks being undone, the door opens to reveal the tower's owner, dressed in a most peculiar fashion and standing only about waist high even in your reduced form. You're taken a little off guard by it, to be honest, as you were expecting a taller and more imposing figure...

"Oh my, I simply was not expecting visitors today! Can I help you, traveler?" The wizard asks, and you fight to suppress your malicious grin in favor of trying to put on a polite smile. Getting what you want would require tact...

"I'm hoping so. I've been looking for a renowned wizard that's said to live in this area. Is that you?" You ask, subtly manoeuvring your foot to the edge of the doorway in case he tries to close it on you.

"Ah, indeed, indeed! I am the Great Wizard Nahl Ife!" He introduces himself, flourishing to give a bow. Faster than he could possibly see or react to, your hand swipes out, taking his jaw with it. For the first few seconds he doesn't react whatsoever, your movement so clean and quick that his nerves don't register what happened...but when he does realize, he gurgles out a scream in a sudden panic. The look in his eyes is one of fear, and it asks the question of why you did it.

"Nahl Ife, say your name!" You proclaim, holding out the gourd and removing the stopper from it. The look in his eyes show even greater panic as he seems to recognize what you hold, but with his mouth completely destroyed, he's unable to do as requested...and within a few seconds, the gourd releases a pink mist that sweeps out over his form. He screams and struggles as it draws him into the mouth of the gourd, all while you cackle victoriously. You would not drink it yet...it would be your surprise.

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Now that you had the wizard's power waiting for your consumption, you afford yourself some time to look about the contents of his tower. Within it are a great number of reagents, rare items, a plethora of various crystals of all kinds, and an entire library that takes up one of the floors. It would take you years to go through all of it, time which you regretfully don't have at the moment...but this tower now belongs to you, so you at least have something to look forward to once you eliminate the heroes that will come gunning for you soon. Still...searching for just a few more hours wouldn't hurt, in case you can uncover something that can help you in the short-term.

Unfortunately, beyond finding the command word for the ring fitted as the base of the tower, your cursory search produces little else of immediate value - certainly, they would be exceedingly useful were you to take your time enchanting things or creating potions, but such things would take weeks to create anything worthwhile. You scowl silently to yourself as you find yourself standing outside of the tower, wrapping the entire structure in your Telekinesis in order to support it while you command the ring to grow even larger than normal. The ring expands, ripping itself away from the foundation of the tower without toppling it thanks to your technique, and you shift to have your mind grab hold of the ring and lift it overhead before you shrink it down to a size fit for your finger.

Donning your new ring, you turn over your hand a few times while examining it, and glance down to the fairy trapped at your hip. "Give me your honest opinion." You ask her, snaking a finger between the bars to pop the gag out of her mouth. She rubs at her jaw, sore from having been gagged for so long, before answering.

"It's not for you..." She timidly says, to which you frown. Though, you can't say she's wrong...

"Hm...you might be right." You sigh out, shaking your head. "A ring this bare is hardly fit for a king. Perhaps I'll try to use it as something else in the future..." You comment, thinking about the kind of regalia you might one day wear. You don't want to get TOO gaudy with it, after all, you still want to cut an intimidating figure! Damned time constraints.

"Maybe a necklace?" She suggests, which has you rubbing your chin. Now there's a thought...and it would protect your neck, when it came down to it. You smile and remove the ring from your finger, expanding it to fit it over your head, and then shrinking it to fit slightly loose around your neck. It looks considerably better there, in your opinion.

"I may just keep you around once I kill all of your friends." You remark, causing the Fairy's wings to droop at the thought. You roll your eyes at her melodramatic behaviour, and leap up into the air to take flight once more. Your next destination would be one that should, hopefully, make you absolutely untouchable by anything they could possibly throw at you...

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With the sun's warm rays on your back, you're thankful that you're back in tropical skies now. You got out of the tundra as fast as you possible could, and now you're hoving over a collection of various islands off the mainland's southern coast. You're not entirely certain which one Papaya Island is, but you don't need to be COMPLETELY certain - all you need to do is to draw the dragon out of the seas.

With that in mind, while hovering a few hundred feet above the water, you begin collecting your ki into both of your palms as you hold them out. Once you feel a sufficient amount has been charged, you fling one down between a set of islands, and the other a few miles off of it. Both impact the sea with incredible force before they swell up, the light they cast visible even through the water once they do, and when they finally 'pop' into a vigorous explosion...the very sea seems to part.

Spreading from each impact zone are two massive tidal waves, which wash over the various islands before the people living upon them likely even have a chance to react. Steam and foam rise from the sea as it rushes back into the void you created, and you're left watching the massive walls of water you created for a few seconds, as nothing else seems to be there TO watch...

Soon enough, however, you can see a dark shape darting through the waters towards your position. A serpentine azure dragon breaks the surface of the water gracefully, twisting through the air until it circles around you a few times over - even if you'd been giant at the time, the thing would have been about three times your height in length. You're hardly impressed, as the power contained within it is far more important, and what you sense emanating from it isn't terribly concerning. It's perhaps about as strong as Honta himself is right now, outside of tapping into that monstrous potential of his.

"Terrible one, why have you disturbed my slumber?" The dragon speaks up, surprising you with its ability to do so. You give an amused smirk back at it.

"I have come to defeat you and claim a prize, little worm." You reply back with minor dig to get under its skin. It doesn't seem to have worked at all though, as the Dragon seems entirely unconcerned with the insult.

"And what prize would you claim from me, would-be warrior?" It asks in return, eyes focused squarely on you. Your smile grows a little bit wider at the question.

"Your name!" You proclaim, feeling a building anticipation. Oh yes, this prize would solidify your place for eternity, you only need the fool to accept it...

"Very well. If you can defeat me in battle, I shall surrender my name to you. And should you fall, I shall claim yours forevermore!" The beast replies, causing you to raise your eyebrows in confusion. You can't think too much on it for long, however, as the dragon immediately tries to constrict its bulky form down around you like a massive snake.

From there on, the battle devolved into a brawl between two forces of nature. There was no skill or elegance involved, just raw might being thrown between the two of you - and while you normally would have held a sizeable advantage, the sheer size of your enemy meant that you actually had to PROTECT the damn fairy you promised no harm would come to! She was the only thing buying you time, and you're certain that the instant anything happened to her, those heroes would fall upon your head.

You would have liked to say that the battle was concluded quite swiftly, but the truth is exactly the opposite, as for several hours you threw titanic blows against nigh-invulnerable scales while turning aside fangs the size of your torso threatening to pierce into you. The beast's resilience and stamina was on an entirely different level, and the more you fought it the hungrier you grew for its power...

As the sun began to rise on the horizon once more, signalling the end of the night, your chest heaved with a bit of exertion. You'd scored grievous wounds across the beast, and broken more than a few of its teeth by now, so you're certain that the end is approaching. You're just waiting for the perfect opportunity to do so, as you can't afford to go TOO far and outright slay the thing before learning its name. As you see one such opportunity open up, you feel a sudden pang in your heart.

Three of your children...just died? That was impossible! Your children were invincible compared to everyone else on this backwater planet! Having missed your chance, you dodge another diving blow from the Dragon, before you feel it once more. Another two defeated, at the same time! Th-this cannot be! How DARE someone have the audacity to kill YOUR family! Your body is filled with an insensate fury, and you know that you must bring this wrath upon the WRETCHES that opposed your sons!

You quickly charge up a ball of ki in your hand, and swing out at the dragon's belly right as it passes by. The orb explodes on contact with it, sending it sailing far into the distance from the force - but not damaging it much, unfortunately, due to the scales in that area still being intact. "BEGONE! I have fools to kill elsewhere! We shall continue this battle at another time!" You yell out, before shooting off into the sky yourself, towards where you felt your sons disappear. More and more of them seem to be getting killed by the minute...

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-= HONTA'S PERSPECTIVE, 8 HOURS AGO =-
You find yourself staring face to face with someone unfortunately familiar to you, though you haven't seen them for a few years. He's scowling back at you, and a halo hovers just above his head. His energy feels considerably different than it did when he was alive, and...reduced, somehow, even though it's about as strong as it should be. You can't quite place why that is.

"Allow me to get this straight. You will free me from my prison and allow me to go through reincarnation if I complete the brat's training?" Garlic inquires, turning his gaze from you over to Kami, who nods.

"That is correct." Kami replies.

"I refuse." Garlic says, rage smoldering in his eyes. Kami sighs out, seeming to have expected this.

"Very well." Kami says, raising his hands and starting to exert his magic power again.

"W-wait a minute!" Garlic cries out, causing Kami to raise an eyebrow and pause what he was doing. "I simply mean that the reward is not enough! Haven't you ever heard of haggling?" He frantically asks, waving his hands around.

"Yes. I don't care for it." Kami replies, before furrowing his brow. "What would you accept for the task?" He asks.

"Resurrect me, perhaps?" Garlic suggests, hopeful. Kami immediately shakes his head. "Alright, fine! You're asking a lot from me, but...how about you put in a good word for me down there. My crimes are hardly worth what they'd put me through, so I at least want a more lenient sentence from the pencil pushers in the otherworld." He suggests. Kami seems to think it over for a few seconds, before nodding.

"I can accept these terms. You shall train Honta for as long as he can tolerate, and in return you will get a greatly reduced sentence." He says, offering his hand to his former pupil. The two shake hands, and you can sense a great amount of lifeforce transferring from Kami into Garlic, solidifying his otherwise ethereal form. Kami sighs out in utter weariness, looking as though he'd aged a full year in just a few seconds...

Garlic flexes his muscles for a few seconds, grinning malevolently. For a second, you expect him to do something, before he catches your attentive look and frowns. He jerks his head towards the door to the time chamber, frowning.

"Let's get a move on already. I only have a year's worth of lifeforce in me, so we can't waste time. Wouldn't be a damn point to trying to do as I please if I'll just keel over dead the second I do something..." He says, revealing his purpose for not rampaging as you know he desperately wishes to. Whatever Kami told him he'd be punished with in hell must be REALLY unpleasant, if he'd stoop to working with his killers just to avoid it...

The two of you enter the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, looking out upon an endless white expanse of nothingness. The sight is otherworldly and strange, and takes your breath away with how strange it is.

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That building would prove to be your home for the next 124 days. Your refuge as well, as it turns out, because everywhere outside of the time chamber's humble hut was unpredictable at best, and outright hostile at worst. Temperatures would be blistering hot one moment and freezing cold the next, galeforce winds would randomly appear and disappear, the very air would be so thin that breathing provided nearly no benefit and then so thick that the air pressure formed bruises all across your skins and made your lungs feel like they would pop.

And every day, Garlic would push you to move further and further from the shelter, driving you deeper into even worse conditions in order to forge your body and mind even more than they've already been. Your training at Yunzabit Heights came in handy here, and you can honestly say you got more use out of your 'Climate Cloak' technique than anything else in your stay. If you hadn't learned such, you doubt you would have lasted even half as long as you did in these conditions...

Garlic himself was an even more demanding teacher than he was before, now that he no longer had a facade to hold him back. He accepted nothing less than perfection from you, which was exceptionally difficult to achieve in the harsh conditions of the time chamber. You could tell he wanted to punish you personally for each failure - and likely out of revenge as well - but his limited store of energy meant he couldn't afford to waste a single drop of energy. The only time he called upon the life force given to him was when he needed to demonstrate techniques to you, and outside of that he stuck to forcing you to memorize countless theories in order to complete your education.

He showed no interest in socializing with you whatsoever outside of what was required of him, his grudge against you remaining strong for the entire duration of his stay. You'd quietly been hoping to soften that evil heart of his, but his mind seemed absolutely set on hating you for thwarting his ambitions. Whenever you did try to interact with him on a more casual basis, he was quick to threaten your life - and if you pushed beyond that, he'd begin to tremble with barely contained rage...you didn't want to push him too far, so you never went beyond that.

On one of your final days, when the rigors of the chamber were finally starting to get to you from the accumulated stress and weariness, Garlic approached you about his final lesson: A ritual that all of his people conduct. One which would tie your own power to the movement of celestial bodies, so that you may grow as they do, and wane when they do. The rarer such an event is, the greater your power should be at its height. You considered your options carefully...

Makyan Sorcery (Mid-level) -> Mastered. Magic Materialization, Sealed Light Beam, Mist of Darkness, DEAD ZONE learned. Body 4 -> 5.

>The Moon - you would be at the height of your power during a full moon, and at normal power during the new moon. A moderate buff usually, but it's even stronger during a Lunar Eclipse, and weaker than normal during a Solar Eclipse.
>The Sun - you would be strongest at noon, and normal at midnight. A minor buff usually, but it would provide a VERY large buff during a solar eclipse. You would be minorly weaker during a lunar eclipse.
>The Makyo Star - Garlic's own choice, though you've never seen it. It only comes near Earth once every 5,000 years, but when it does, you'd be practically unstoppable?
>A different celestial body or event? (Write-in)

>>5713672
>The Sun - you would be strongest at noon, and normal at midnight. A minor buff usually, but it would provide a VERY large buff during a solar eclipse. You would be minorly weaker during a lunar eclipse.

Also Hoo boy! Dead Zone the f off hole and its ours.

>>5713676
Also sun because if DB has one thing its that the moon will get a exploded multiple times in future. (We might change that but just to be safe) For all the crazy the sun stayed intact.

>>5713670
>Mist of Darkness
I didn't mean to type that one. You already know that one. I meant to type the one, the only, the true OG and the shit that will make Nimbus jelly as fuck.
>Flight.

>>5713672
>The Moon
WereHonta is go.

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>>5713680
And updated the character sheet accordingly. Read it if you'd like, or don't and call the people who do nerds. Either way works!
Just be careful with that dead zone, lads...it has a habit of fucking over the people who use it, doesn't it?

>>5713672
>>The Sun - you would be strongest at noon, and normal at midnight. A minor buff usually, but it would provide a VERY large buff during a solar eclipse. You would be minorly weaker during a lunar eclipse.

>>5713695
>>The Sun - you would be strongest at noon, and normal at midnight. A minor buff usually, but it would provide a VERY large buff during a solar eclipse. You would be minorly weaker during a lunar eclipse.
ou shit. A HERO with the DEAD ZONE? I dont know why but its so fucking cool to me when the good guy uses "evil techniques"

>>5713672
>The Sun - you would be strongest at noon, and normal at midnight. A minor buff usually, but it would provide a VERY large buff during a solar eclipse. You would be minorly weaker during a lunar eclipse.
I vaguely recall some anime where one or the characters got his powers from the sun.

>>5713672
>The Sun - you would be strongest at noon, and normal at midnight. A minor buff usually, but it would provide a VERY large buff during a solar eclipse. You would be minorly weaker during a lunar eclipse.
Praise the sun!

>>5713672
>The Sun - you would be strongest at noon, and normal at midnight. A minor buff usually, but it would provide a VERY large buff during a solar eclipse. You would be minorly weaker during a lunar eclipse.
We kryptonian now
>>5713852
It is always badass. One day, maybe I could see a hero with the power to brainwash people.

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>>5713925
Great character stuck in a shitty manga, I swear.

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>>5714145
Well DC has you covered, then.

>>5713676
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>>5713915
Sunchads rise up. Not a significant boost usually, but hey, every bit helps. Doesn't come with sunscreen, but since when did anyone get sunburned in Dragonball? Writing.

Ultimately, you had chosen the most reliable heavenly structure you could think of: The sun. Outside of fairly rare circumstances, it should grant you a small yet steady supply of additional power throughout your days, only receding by night-time when you'd normally be sleeping anyway. The ritual itself was deceptively simple in that all it needed was a sacrificial offering of your own blood, an icon representative of what you would be binding your power to, and the casting of a spell specific to you and that object...but the complexity of the spell itself was not one to be undersold. It was utterly unique to the individual, and tied into virtually every principle that Garlic had taught you up until now - even Life Alteration, as you were fundamentally changing your body in an admittedly esoteric way you'd find difficult to explain to anyone without similar training.

Once the ritual was complete, you admittedly didn't feel any different, but Garlic was quick to point out that you were currently in an entirely different dimension from the sun - you wouldn't notice anything until you stepped back outside. Knowing that made it just a bit harder to continue in the unforgiving chamber, eager to see the effects as you were...and so, on the 124th day, you finally decided to step back out of the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, returning to Earth.

As Garlic promised, the moment you set foot back on the lookout, you felt invigorated. Your ki swelled just a bit as your muscles expanded slightly, your senses grew just a touch sharper than they already were, and your pool of magic power felt a touch deeper. You're sure that the effect would grow with time, as it only appeared to be dawn based on the color of the distant sky, but it still felt incredible - better than any coffee or tea. You're not certain you would call it the ULTIMATE pick-me-up, but it definitely beat anything of mundane origin...and more importantly, it made you feel a bit of pride in yourself for actually being able to successfully craft such a spell for yourself.

Getting a quick feel for everyone's energy, you can see that the majority are still waiting out on the lookout's edge, though you're unsure if they're in the exact same spot or not - it's been about 8 hours for them, after all. You can at least feel your Piccolo's energy in one of the meditation chambers. Walking out of the cover of the building, with Garlic in tow, you're greeted by the site of Kami and Harum watching the world down below with a tense worry, while Barbar seems to be laying down unconscious with a bruise on his neck, though one of them seems to have supplied him with a pillow and blanket. An accident, or did something happen?

"Hey guys, I'm back. What happened to Barbar?" You ask, causing the two to turn towards you with expressions of mixed despair and relief. Quite the complex mix there...

"I rendered him unconscious to stop him from going to his death. He watched Piccolo's evil half slaughter his people just a few hours ago..." Kami explains to you, filling you with dread. A tight knot develops in your stomach as you wonder just what the other Piccolo did while you were training.

"I...I see...I don't think I would have been able to hold back, either. What has he been doing down there?" You ask with regret. You wonder if you could have stopped that if you did something different, but...no, it was impossible to predict how things would have gone back then.

Kami lays his right hand upon your head, expression turning stoic, and you can feel his ki flow into you. Through such, his mind touches your mind, and you start to experience his memories of the atrocities he witnessed the newly-declared King Piccolo commit - down to every last, gruesome detail. The callousness, the loss of life, the disgusting and perverse pleasure he feels at doing this...

How could Piccolo DO something like this, even just a part of him?! You're almost in disbelief, thinking that this monster came from someone you called a friend. You start to wonder if you can even call him a friend anymore, only...he didn't expect this to happen at all, did he? He was just trying to become a better person, genuinely believing that this was the only way he could change his nature. There was no way he could have known that their lives would be linked, as he clearly expected to be able to eliminate his evil half right then and there. Can you really say that you wouldn't have done the same in his shoes?

You push the conflicting emotions in your heart down, frowning deeply once Kami's hand lowers. Your fists clench hard enough to shake, anger starting to well up to replace it, but you keep a tight reign on it for now.

"I can't believe this! How are we supposed to weight three whole days? Look at how much he's done in only eight hours! This monster needs to be stopped!" You say, taking a moment to focus on Piccolo's energy with your Far-Seeing arts. Empowered by the lookout, it's exceptionally easy to home in on the demon wearing Piccolo's skin, and...oh no. You know exactly where he's heading now - in no time at all, he'll be arriving at Mutaito's! Shifting your view, you can even see Mutaito and his students struggling to kill off Piccolo's demonic spawn, human and spawn alike laying dead and dismembered!

"There is nothing we can do, unless you wish to kill the other half. I am certain he would choose not to resist. His evil half's doings have been weighing on his heart heavily..." Kami states gravely.

"A-And if we go down there, he'll just kill Azalea! I'm not sure why he hasn't yet, to be honest, but...I don't know, it's a hard choice to make!" Harum joins in, a painfully torn expression on his face.

"Actually, I believe I have a solution far superior to those pathetic ideas." Garlic pipes up, stepping forward and cracking his knuckles. What...?

"It's quite simple. He's only looking for your energies. He won't be looking for mine, and I'm skilled enough to suppress my energy until I'm close enough to strike. But, more than that...I can hide all of your energies as well, completely and without fail. You already know how, Honta - I just need to use the Sealed Light Beam on you. I can take you in with me, and release you right next to him. After that, our combined powers should be more than sufficient to handle him." Garlic explains. You furrow your brow as you go over the details in your head, and you know that he's right - if done exactly as said, it would be a flawless way to take Piccolo by surprise and stop him from rampaging any further.

"That's true, but...why would you be willing to do that?" You ask, suspicious of Garlic's motives. He smirks back at you smugly.

"It's simple...because you'll pay the price for it. I want a BODY in the afterlife. I won't be some disembodied spirit the entire time I'm there, oh no...you'll set me up with a body, or you'll watch the jolly green giant kill hundreds of thousands more over the remaining three days." Garlic gives his ultimatum, setting you on edge. A body...what could he do with that? Is it just for comfort, or is he planning something? Can you even trust that he'd let you out down there...?

"Why didn't you offer to do this before?" You ask, probing a bit further. But it seems he has an answer for everything.

"I couldn't have. Kami only breathed some life into me after I agreed to train you, and before then it would have been completely impossible. Besides, even now, I wouldn't be a reliable fighter capable of trapping King Piccolo on my own - someone else would need to be capable of supplementing the Sealed Light Beam to handle him. I wouldn't really recommend opening a portal to the Dead Zone, as...well, that could trap EVERYONE present, not just him. And being a disembodied spirit trapped there would truly put a damper on things." He replies. Your faces scrunches up in concentration as you consider the options given to you...

>Kami's Suggestion - Kill Good Piccolo, to take Evil Piccolo's life at the same time. (VERY high consequences, but...no fight.)
>Wait the full 3 days, you just can't risk it...
>Garlic's Plan - Trust that Garlic will release you and fight beside you against King Piccolo. He's bound to have some grudges against his former competition, if nothing else.
>Something else...?

>>5714545
>Garlic's Plan - Trust that Garlic will release you and fight beside you against King Piccolo. He's bound to have some grudges against his former competition, if nothing else.
I mean, he's been willing to work with us so far...

>>5714592
>Garlic's Plan - Trust that Garlic will release you and fight beside you against King Piccolo. He's bound to have some grudges against his former competition, if nothing else.
ho boy

>>5714545
>Kami's Suggestion - Kill Good Piccolo, to take Evil Piccolo's life at the same time. (VERY high consequences, but...no fight.)

>>5714680
Shame on you. SHAME! He's a friend, and by Kami as our witness, ALL of our friends are getting out of this alive.

>>5714696
He's BARELY a friend and his reckless actions and sinister half have endangered Azalea and led to several massacres and at least one genocide, plus the creation of a tiny torture dimension. We don't even know about Dragon Balls, so as far as we know there's also no FIXING this, and no way to liberate the trapped souls except Piccolo's destruction.

>>5714699
We vowed to help him and to stop the calamity Baba was talking about. He made a humongous fuckup, yeah, but we can't JUST stab him in the back for that. I'll settle for dangling the lifelink in front of KP so we can actually put an end to it without killing Good Green. It may or may not involve The Dead Zone. and excuse my meta, but do you REALLY want Honta to be a Kami? Last time I checked, it involved a LOT of standing around and being useless as all fuck while bad guys rampage down below.

>>5714726
Can't forget the dead zone movie where Kami actually does try to kick Garlic Jr's shit in, though! Kamis can still do things, most are just non-interventionist. I would assume because if they get involved and merked without a replacement lined up, it's bad news.

>>5714545
>Garlic's Plan - Trust that Garlic will release you and fight beside you against King Piccolo. He's bound to have some grudges against his former competition, if nothing else.

>>5714592
>>5714639
>>5714680
>>5714783
Putting your faith in someone that tried to kill you and your friends before! Is this the start of a beautiful friendship? Probably not. In fact he definitely still hates your guts. But who knows, maybe things will pan out good for you here. Writing!

Begrudgingly, you find yourself nodding toward Garlic after some heavy contemplation. "If Kami will accept that deal, then we'll go with your plan. I...I can't just sit back and wait, but neither can I kill a friend. You're the only option left..." You say. Garlic turns to look at Kami, whose face twitches once or twice as he too considers the weight of the offer...before Kami nods.

"I accept your terms. It would be...an acceptable way to make up for what you did, for you to play a role in saving the world from another would-be tyrant. As much as I loathe to say it, it would be a heroic action were it not one committed for self-interest." Kami states, Garlic smiling in a sharp-toothed grin upon hearing it.

"Most excellent to hear, FORMER master...now, let's stop wasting time with all this pointless chatter." Garlic says, stepping back a few feet from you.

He thrusts his arms out towards you with his wrists held together and palms fanned out, exactly as needed for the spell, and you can sense the magical power flowing through him. Soft rings of light start to emit from his hands, and while you could likely dodge it if you needed to, you allowed them to wash over you without resisting despite your every instinct telling you to do otherwise. You feel your power growing weaker and weaker as the magic takes hold of you, and the world around you appears to grow larger when in reality you're shrinking. You'd probably be more freaked out to experience this if you hadn't had a similar time of it with Azalea's size-altering magic, not to mention that one time you visited a Fairy Ring.

Soon enough, a transparent shell appears around you, marking the point of no return - even if you were to throw everything you had against it, you wouldn't so much as cause a crack. The world looks distorted and magnified outside of it to you, and you can see Garlic grinning down into the orb maliciously...before the look fades as Kami taps him on the shoulder, and gestures to the planet down below. Garlic growls in frustration, and soon you're tucked into the simulacrum of clothing that Garlic's spirit wears, no longer able to view the outside world. A sudden lurch tells you that he's on the move now.

It's a bit nauseating to feel high-speed movement without being able to see anything, especially with a few especially unpleasant jostles. Part of you is wondering if this was a mistake, especially after a full minute's flight. Is he actually heading towards Piccolo? If he is, how do you know he won't join sides with him? Your worry grows and grows, before you come to an abrupt stop.

"Well well well, if it isn't my old nemesis..." You suddenly hear Garlic saying, fear running through you for a moment. He's engaging Piccolo openly?!

"What- you?! Are you the one that's been killing off my children? How did you even escape your confinement?" Piccolo accuses Garlic immediately, voice dripping with barely contained rage.

>>5715102
Trusting garlic this much really was a braindead move huh

>>5715869
We probably should wait until the update is over before complaining.
Not that I have any right to mind you, since I forgot to vote. And would have voted to wait, so would have made no difference.

>>5715102
>You'd probably be more freaked out to experience this if you hadn't had a similar time of it with Azalea's size-altering magic, not to mention that one time you visited a Fairy Ring.
Our waifu comes in clutch!
Kind of expected to run into Love and her kingdom again during this arc, since Bad Piccolo is trying to fuck with us.

In response, Garlic initially begins laughing, before you feel him shift in some kind of a physical gesture.

"Me? As much as I wish that it were...no, it's not my doing. I'm merely here to thank you, 'King' Piccolo." Garlic says, voice dripping with sarcasm when mentioning this Piccolo's newest title. "After all, were it not for you, I would not have been freed. Do you recall punching a certain ape through a building...?" He continues, making you realize the ploy. It's clever, you'll give him that much!

"An ape- Harum? Damn! You were released during the fight! I should have been more careful. Now I'll have to eradicate you too." Piccolo replies, and you can hear the humm of energy being charged up. Things get a little hectic over the next twenty seconds, and you can tell that attacks are being thrown towards one another as the two fighters get physical for a brief moment, which...honestly feels terrible, because it throws you around all over the place within your temporary prison.

"I'm not here to fight you, fool. In truth, I like what you've done with the place since you took over - it's infinitely better than what you would have done before your delightful change. In fact, seeing how easily you've dealt with everything the humans have thrown your way, I no longer desire to conquer this world as I once did. My sights are set elsewhere, just as soon as I find a way to bring myself back to life." Garlic manages to say during a moment when the two were in a direct struggle of strength, and after a few seconds it seems like Piccolo accepts his reasoning and backs off.

"...Just don't get in my way, and we won't have any problems. I won't hesitate to destroy your soul entirely if you interfere with my plans." Piccolo warns his rival, and you can imagine the smug grin that Garlic no doubt gave him.

"Of course now. In fact, how about we scratch each other's backs? I'll help you deal with the fools that killed me, if you'll help bring me back to life somehow." Garlic suggests. Wait, that wasn't part of the plan!

"Hoh? An alliance...bold of you to believe that one as powerful as I would need such a thing." Piccolo scoffs. After a brief moment of contemplation after the fact, though, he seems to change his mind. "As long as you keep my other half alive, then that agreement works fine for me." He says. You can feel Garlic step forward, likely offering a hand, and the two seem to shake on it.

In that moment, you can feel Garlic's hand snaking around you, and with a simple flex he crushes the orb containing you! The magic keeping you shrunk fails in an instant, your fully sized form appearing RIGHT next to King Piccolo! Piccolo's eyes widen in shock, and you can see a vicious grin now forming on Garlic's face. Garlic reaches out to try to physically seize Piccolo, and your eyes are drawn to the caged Azalea at the king's waist! If there's a chance to save her, it's NOW!

>FIVE anons, 1d55!

Rolled 4 (1d55)

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Rolled 13 (1d55)

>>5715899
What a devious plan, Garlic

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>>5715919
Dammit

Rolled 28 (1d55)

>>5715922
I can never get this right...

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>>5715924
You got there in the end

But jeez, we need something better...

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Rolled 54 (1d55)

>>5715899
Oh boy.

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Rolled 39, 27, 46 = 112 (3d60)

>>5715938
Gat DAMN boy, that's some good shit.
While we wait for the last roll, let's see Garlic's assistance in the matter! Poor boy used to roll d70s, now look at him. Forced to roll 60s like a bodyless peasant.

Rolled 22 (1d75)

>>5715946
Now let's see King Piccolo's roll.
Luckily for you, his defense against a surprise ganksquad is a Skill roll. And as has been said multiple times in the narrative, his skill is...lacking.

>>5715938
Our savior

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Rolled 52 (1d55)

>>5715899
Delightfully devilish, Garlic.
>>5715938
Superb roll, Anon.

>>5715965
Not half bad a roll either, anon!

>>5715938
>>5715965
thx for the carry while I was away lads

Garlic's iron grip is quick to close around Piccolo's wrist, and with one sharp tug he pulls him forward only to wrap his comparatively larger arms around your enemy's torso, trapping Piccolo's arms at his sides. Your own hand slices through the air as you channel your energy into your claws and extending them into glowing blue tips, and the mundane metal composing Azalea's cage is torn through like it was made of tissue paper. She's quick to fly out of her prison, going right up to your neck and hugging it as tightly as she can with her comparatively little body, but you can't focus on that now.

Piccolo struggles to free himself, and right as you feel his energy swelling in preparation for an explosive burst similar to the one that freed him on the Lookout, you twist to gain some quick momentum and leap up, slamming your shin directly into the side of his head as hard as you can manage. It works spectacularly in momentarily stunning him, his eyes going unfocused briefly and his collected energy dispersing harmlessly as his focus is broken. Garlic follows up on your attack by bringing his knee up in one sharp motion and driving it right into Piccolo's spine, causing him to cry out in pain.

As you're about to capitalize on his captured state to try to use the Sealed Light Beam, however, you feel a much quicker and sharper rise in Piccolo's power, his body swelling up. Garlic's hold is forced apart as Piccolo grows absolutely massive in size in the span of just a few seconds, the King growling out something incomprehensible to you under his breath as he does so - perhaps some kind of swear in his native language. You can see a deep fury and hatred in Piccolo's eyes that you've never seen on anyone else before.

"I'll make a special kind of hell just for you two!" He roars out, charging up energy blasts in both hands. He flings a destructive orb at both of you, but you and your former master are both too quick for such, Garlic flipping out of the way of his while you actually coat your leg in energy and kick the blast sent towards you up into the sky, where it detonates harmlessly. The one that had been meant for Garlic tears into the concrete below, detonating underground and causing a rush of water to pop nearby sewer grates off and send them rocketing off.

"Oh, please! Do you really think a half-rate fighter like you stands a chance against us? I'm going to enjoy torturing you before we seal you away for eternity. You're nothing in your current pitiful state!" Garlic taunts him back, while your eyes look around Piccolo's form. The Gourd is at his other hip, currently unused but containing an unfortunate mage's power. He's likely to use it soon, put on the back foot as he is. That ring around his neck is indestructible, and he's liable to use it to protect himself if you try to throw powerful enough attacks his way. He's far too large to restrain conventionally right now, and your Sealing technique is slow...

This'll be rough.

>Get the Gourd away from him, you can't risk him getting even more powerful right now.
>Taunt him into drinking from the Gourd. He'll get more powerful, but...so will your Piccolo, and he'd make a big difference if you could get him down here with you.
>Use your magic to become a nuisance to him, allowing Garlic to attack him and whittle down his stamina until he can't maintain that giant form!
>Double down on attacking him with Garlic, together you should be able to put him on the back foot enough that he can't fight back!
>Tell Garlic to hold him off for a minute while you go help someone else, your senses tell you that Mutaito and his students are still fighting! If you can end their attackers quick enough, they can join the fray!

>>5716475
>Get the Gourd away from him, you can't risk him getting even more powerful right now.

>>5716475
>Get the Gourd away from him, you can't risk him getting even more powerful right now.
Mutatito and crew will have to hold their own for a bit... We need to contain this menace now, before the situation worsens.