- Location
- Russia
When you are talking about "father at full power", do you mean super-saiyan full power, upwards of 1 billion? Didn't that shatter infosec?
Dragon Ball: After the End
[ ] You will return to the tournament and put on a good show for the people. Nothing bad happened, see? You're smiling and everything! All is well.
I think considering dad just vanished and everyone felt a power level spike the people need reassuring to avoid turning into a mob of panicked Saiyans. Nobody likes that.
Berra would be going THOROUGHLY on the investigation. He's good at that.
I think considering dad just vanished and everyone felt a power level spike the people need reassuring to avoid turning into a mob of panicked Saiyans. Nobody likes that.
Berra would be going THOROUGHLY on the investigation. He's good at that.
- Location
- Russia
"Multiform to choose everything," is thusly not an option.
With how heavily Kakara uses multiform, I am now imagining this - faced with a test with many multiple-choice questions Kakara uses multiform and marks all the answers! It doesn't work as well as she imagined...
- Location
- Rockford, USA
- Pronouns
- They/Them
The prison is secured by a series of sealed doors meant to contain direct assaults from power levels of several tens of millions. It can contain the (relatively) controlled aftereffects of a FPSSJ passing by for a brief moment. Only for that moment, mind, and the nearest sets of doors would be rattling, but for the moment they needed to stand, they were fine.
fictionfan
Please sir, may I have some Meows?
- Location
- Tempe, AZ
Yes, but will he tell us his results? He keeps a lot of stuff from us. Doesn't want us to worry.
fictionfan
Please sir, may I have some Meows?
- Location
- Tempe, AZ
Mind delve exists, no need for that. Honestly it is like you want to be evil before pragmatic.
Of course, magic might counteract that.
But then, if magical protections have been placed on their minds, then magical failsafes that'll wipe their memories, or straight up kill them are also possible, so...
fictionfan
Please sir, may I have some Meows?
- Location
- Tempe, AZ
Once you have one conspiracy it is easy to make more. Because the suspicious activities generated by the others can be blamed on the first conspiracy.How many conspiracies does the saiyin race have?
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Aranfan
Team Plasma Grunt
How many conspiracies does the saiyin race have?
Every single thing about us is secret to somebody.
CaesriusPolybius
Worldgate Mechanic
- Location
- United States. Ish.
Not everything. There's... hmm. But what about...? Oh, right.
Oh!
I'm pretty sure Kakara's not hiding her gender from anybody?
Less jokingly, I'm pretty sure she's not hiding her ability to use Ki from anyone anymore.
- Location
- Actually pretty lost
Wow, one of these years we really need to look into what magic can do. Readied ground must give incredible bonuses - I almost started wondering if this was Dandeer before I realised there was no way Kakara wouldn't recognise her ki.
Through salt and tears we will ascend the mountain of your action economy hell, and rise to your every challenge! :lol"Multiform to choose everything," is thusly not an option.
[ ] You will closely follow the investigation of what happened here, paying close attention and making special effort to contribute to the investigators' eventual findings.
If this is any way, shape or form related to our conspiracy - even if only by one of the perpetrators being involved in both - this is our only chance to mitigate that.
fictionfan
Please sir, may I have some Meows?
- Location
- Tempe, AZ
Can someone repost the update with inv text visible?
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- Location
- Actually pretty lost
You really ought to download the tampermonkey script. I'll do it if @PoptartProdigy says they don't mind me essentially reposting their entire update.
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- Location
- Rockford, USA
- Pronouns
- They/Them
Nah, that's my schtick.I'm pretty sure Kakara's not hiding her gender from anybody?
Yeeeeeees. Struggle, my hapless test subjects!
I do not care. It's only invisitexted at all to avoid it being intrusive to the narrative.
- Location
- Actually pretty lost
Coolio.
Prison Fight
Your mind whirls. You consider all of the angles. You debate. You act.
You firm up your will, ready to try and force a multiform even though you know it's exhausted-
Omake Bonus activates.
-remember that multiform is a colossal infohazard and you're standing in front of several aliens, and promptly turn to stride out of the hallway. They shout after you.
You don't have time for this.
People are going to get hurt. I don't have time for everything I want to do. I need to be able to split this up. I don't care if I'm tired in some way that nobody seems to be able to explain. I've been tired before. I'm not letting that stop me now.
Willpower Push: DC 80, rolled 30+43+10(Macros cookie)=83. Pass.
You feel your perspective splitting with a wrenching feeling that doesn't exactly feel great, but you ignore it, focusing on what you want each form to achieve. Even as you begin to split, you bring your fingers up to your forehead -- with only a mental cringe at the realization that if it weren't for your earlier catch on how much of an infohazard multiform was, you'd even now be flashing a Yardrati technique that Son Goku showboated all over the galaxy to the friendly scouts.
vipvipvip
* * *
You drop out by the exit, having thrown yourself away from the scouts. Even as you land, you send out a ping-
-PING-
Your eyes widen as the ping returns off of two signatures directly to either side of you, and you hurl yourself to the side as more gas grenades land at your feet, bursting into clouds of noxious smoke.
The gate guards advance on you, desperate expressions on their faces. The Vegetan goes for a grab. Both of them are still in Masque, flaring at around six million.
Your eyes, wide in shock, flash nearly shut in pure outrage. You slam to a halt and throw your arms wide.
"HAAAAAAAAA!"
BANG
Kakara vs. Guards [Ki Control vs. Team Fighting]: 172 vs. 56.
Your aura blasts out of your body at fifteen million, tossing the two women back like leaves in a storm. Before the Vegetan woman can even set her feet, you rocket in and sweep them out from under her before blasting her into the nearest wall with a pulse of undifferentiated ki. She collapses to the ground in a groaning heap, and you whirl on your Clanmate.
"You dare..." you seethe, stinging at the betrayal.
She catches her toes on the ground, comes to a halt, and lunges back in. Classic Goku style.
Kakara vs. Guard [Dueling vs. Dueling]: 201 vs. 75.
You counter with a simple punch and let her run her own stomach into it. She gags, and you hurl her into her partner where she lies. They both go tumbling in a tangle of limbs and don't rise.
Still fuming, you yank open the doors and walk outside. DAD!
You can feel his astonishment at the sudden force of the contact. Wha- Kakara?! What is it? What's wrong?
Rebels in the prison! you reply. They tried to use grenades of knockout gas on me. I think they're trying to kill the scouts!
There's a moment of silence.
And then the sounds from the tournament grounds go silent as the air turns gold and your father's ki fill the air with rage.
* * *
You drop out next to the the corridor housing the scouts you're trying to protect -- all in one wing, thank the kais -- and ping.
pingpingping
You feel your return and the returns from the others. You feel One's shock and fury at the two guards attacking her. She's in no danger. You feel Three immediately start conducting maneuvers as someone in the staff areas tries to flee. She'll be fine.
You feel the team of five traitors outside. You charge forward without a word, even as the door to the cell block opens.
Kakara vs. Traitors [Crowd Fighting vs. Team Fighting]: 78 vs. 84. Omake bonus activates.
These are not warriors experienced in the use of their Masques, and it shows. You are vastly more powerful than they, vastly more comfortable. You move with the ease of somebody who knows this body like her own, while they stumble over small differences at every other step.
Yet even so, there are five of them.
As you blur out through the door, the team is already in motion, the man nearest the door lunging back as the rearguard whirls with a blast in hand. You strike it off to the side and lunge forward, but the guards on the flanks collapse in towards you, bracketing you in a cage of limbs. You blast one away, turn to block another, and then lurch into the ground as a third hammers into you from behind, slamming you to the ground.
You growl and tumble, avoiding smashing through the paving stones of the prison floor and instead rolling to your feet. The instant you do, the one who had been standing at the door kicks at your face. Your catch it and yank him off balance, but before you can capitalize on that the others come in from the sides and you need to release him to defend yourself. You give ground to avoid being encircled, blasting them off of their feet whenever they try to flank you, but there's only so much room and soon enough your back brushes against the wall-
Something in you snaps. Your jaw sets, and your power level climbs in between heartbeats.
The leader comes in with a wild haymaker -- stupid, were he facing you alone, but well-set-up in this setting -- and howls as his knuckles shatter on your forehead.
"You know what?" you say, foot planting against the wall as your power level peaks past 50 million. "I think I'm done here."
You don't even punch him. Instead you opt to blow, lightly, on his face.
The cyclone tosses him into the opposite wall like a ragdoll, and you spin, taking the legs out from the other two immediately neighboring you. You let the momentary surge ebb, its purpose done. No need to be too flagrant with it, after all -- if Meerak can feel the side effects from your father's movements at one million clearly enough to get an accurate picture of his strength, you see no need to risk giving him more, doors or no to deaden the effects. No, fifty million, for just a flash, faster than you'd bet even these idiots could detect while you were hitting them with it, and then back on down with advantage in hand to continue the fight-
And then a streak of golden light tears across your vision as your father thunders into the prison at full power and smashes them all into unconsciousness.
* * *
You drop out in the staffing areas, near the center, and ping-
pingpingping
You take in the data from the others. Between the three of you, you can sense everything in the prison.
Including one power level at a measly twenty thousand, not even fast enough to even begin panicking at your sudden proximity and power. You lunge in-
Kakara vs. Sorcerer On Readied Ground [Dueling vs. Magic]: 182 vs 537.
crunch
You blink from your new position under several feet of stone. Wha...?
Your eyes widen. You moved in. Figure in a black cloak. Glowing circle. Thrust vanishing. Floor rapidly approaching.
Sorcerer.
You ignite your aura and let the ground explode upwards around you. A yelp sounds from somewhere in the storm, and you float up, aura flaring.
A woman in the customary black robe of an Exile Sorcerer is in the middle of stumbling back, an array of wards surrounding her. The hood has fallen off of her face. She's pretty old -- in her Masque, her hair is going grey at the temples.
Your fingers flash up to frame your face. "Taiyoken!"
LIGHT
The Sorcerer yelps again as her eyes stop working.
You take a moment to survey the situation. The woman has some shrapnel wounds from the exploding floor. She's blinded.
Her hands are already flipping through several hand seals, even as she grits her teeth against the pain.
You don't feel like letting her finish, and fire a ki blast at her.
Kakara vs. Sorcerer With Readied Shield [Ki Manipulation vs. Magic]: 123 vs. 94.
A glittering shield pops up in the path of your blast and shatters, fragments twisting in the air, but the blast itself is expended and the woman untouched. She finishes the hand seal. "Recall," she gasps.
She blurs, zipping right past you on her way towards the exit.
Your eyes widen in fury and you give chase.
Kakara vs. Sorcerer [Flight vs. Magic]: 83 vs. 31.
She's fast, certainly. But as you follow in her wake, something becomes clear: she is not in control of her trajectory at the moment. You're pretty sure that at her power level she's not even capable of tracking her surroundings.
Your fingers flash to your forehead.
vip
As you come out of the Transmission, you spin, your leg lashing out at chest height.
The Sorcerer slams into it, limbs flying and eyes bugging out as she loses all the air in her body and, swiftly, consciousness. She collapses to the ground, limbs splayed. You take a gasp of air, only just realizing that you had been holding it.
Then you feel your father tearing through the prison at full power -- before, mercifully, dropping down the instant his opposition is defeated -- and One coming back in through the gates. A flash of telepathy ensues between you and the others, you-
vip
reappear to see your father turning to the three of you, and-
* * *
-you blink upon reformation, feeling an entirely spiritual ache from the exertion of forcing multiform again. "Ow."
Dad promptly lifts you off of the ground, squeezing the air from you, and pulls you close into his chest.
You flinch. "Oof- Dad, I'm fine-!"
"Just...quiet," he says. "For a moment."
You subside, not really feeling any urge to resist the contact.
The attack has been dealt with, and no further breaches in the Masquerade happened. You and your father have reunited in the main halls of the prison.
Your mind whirls. You consider all of the angles. You debate. You act.
You firm up your will, ready to try and force a multiform even though you know it's exhausted-
Omake Bonus activates.
-remember that multiform is a colossal infohazard and you're standing in front of several aliens, and promptly turn to stride out of the hallway. They shout after you.
You don't have time for this.
People are going to get hurt. I don't have time for everything I want to do. I need to be able to split this up. I don't care if I'm tired in some way that nobody seems to be able to explain. I've been tired before. I'm not letting that stop me now.
Willpower Push: DC 80, rolled 30+43+10(Macros cookie)=83. Pass.
You feel your perspective splitting with a wrenching feeling that doesn't exactly feel great, but you ignore it, focusing on what you want each form to achieve. Even as you begin to split, you bring your fingers up to your forehead -- with only a mental cringe at the realization that if it weren't for your earlier catch on how much of an infohazard multiform was, you'd even now be flashing a Yardrati technique that Son Goku showboated all over the galaxy to the friendly scouts.
vipvipvip
* * *
You drop out by the exit, having thrown yourself away from the scouts. Even as you land, you send out a ping-
-PING-
Your eyes widen as the ping returns off of two signatures directly to either side of you, and you hurl yourself to the side as more gas grenades land at your feet, bursting into clouds of noxious smoke.
The gate guards advance on you, desperate expressions on their faces. The Vegetan goes for a grab. Both of them are still in Masque, flaring at around six million.
Your eyes, wide in shock, flash nearly shut in pure outrage. You slam to a halt and throw your arms wide.
"HAAAAAAAAA!"
BANG
Kakara vs. Guards [Ki Control vs. Team Fighting]: 172 vs. 56.
Your aura blasts out of your body at fifteen million, tossing the two women back like leaves in a storm. Before the Vegetan woman can even set her feet, you rocket in and sweep them out from under her before blasting her into the nearest wall with a pulse of undifferentiated ki. She collapses to the ground in a groaning heap, and you whirl on your Clanmate.
"You dare..." you seethe, stinging at the betrayal.
She catches her toes on the ground, comes to a halt, and lunges back in. Classic Goku style.
Kakara vs. Guard [Dueling vs. Dueling]: 201 vs. 75.
You counter with a simple punch and let her run her own stomach into it. She gags, and you hurl her into her partner where she lies. They both go tumbling in a tangle of limbs and don't rise.
Still fuming, you yank open the doors and walk outside. DAD!
You can feel his astonishment at the sudden force of the contact. Wha- Kakara?! What is it? What's wrong?
Rebels in the prison! you reply. They tried to use grenades of knockout gas on me. I think they're trying to kill the scouts!
There's a moment of silence.
And then the sounds from the tournament grounds go silent as the air turns gold and your father's ki fill the air with rage.
* * *
You drop out next to the the corridor housing the scouts you're trying to protect -- all in one wing, thank the kais -- and ping.
pingpingping
You feel your return and the returns from the others. You feel One's shock and fury at the two guards attacking her. She's in no danger. You feel Three immediately start conducting maneuvers as someone in the staff areas tries to flee. She'll be fine.
You feel the team of five traitors outside. You charge forward without a word, even as the door to the cell block opens.
Kakara vs. Traitors [Crowd Fighting vs. Team Fighting]: 78 vs. 84. Omake bonus activates.
These are not warriors experienced in the use of their Masques, and it shows. You are vastly more powerful than they, vastly more comfortable. You move with the ease of somebody who knows this body like her own, while they stumble over small differences at every other step.
Yet even so, there are five of them.
As you blur out through the door, the team is already in motion, the man nearest the door lunging back as the rearguard whirls with a blast in hand. You strike it off to the side and lunge forward, but the guards on the flanks collapse in towards you, bracketing you in a cage of limbs. You blast one away, turn to block another, and then lurch into the ground as a third hammers into you from behind, slamming you to the ground.
You growl and tumble, avoiding smashing through the paving stones of the prison floor and instead rolling to your feet. The instant you do, the one who had been standing at the door kicks at your face. Your catch it and yank him off balance, but before you can capitalize on that the others come in from the sides and you need to release him to defend yourself. You give ground to avoid being encircled, blasting them off of their feet whenever they try to flank you, but there's only so much room and soon enough your back brushes against the wall-
Something in you snaps. Your jaw sets, and your power level climbs in between heartbeats.
The leader comes in with a wild haymaker -- stupid, were he facing you alone, but well-set-up in this setting -- and howls as his knuckles shatter on your forehead.
"You know what?" you say, foot planting against the wall as your power level peaks past 50 million. "I think I'm done here."
You don't even punch him. Instead you opt to blow, lightly, on his face.
The cyclone tosses him into the opposite wall like a ragdoll, and you spin, taking the legs out from the other two immediately neighboring you. You let the momentary surge ebb, its purpose done. No need to be too flagrant with it, after all -- if Meerak can feel the side effects from your father's movements at one million clearly enough to get an accurate picture of his strength, you see no need to risk giving him more, doors or no to deaden the effects. No, fifty million, for just a flash, faster than you'd bet even these idiots could detect while you were hitting them with it, and then back on down with advantage in hand to continue the fight-
And then a streak of golden light tears across your vision as your father thunders into the prison at full power and smashes them all into unconsciousness.
* * *
You drop out in the staffing areas, near the center, and ping-
pingpingping
You take in the data from the others. Between the three of you, you can sense everything in the prison.
Including one power level at a measly twenty thousand, not even fast enough to even begin panicking at your sudden proximity and power. You lunge in-
Kakara vs. Sorcerer On Readied Ground [Dueling vs. Magic]: 182 vs 537.
crunch
You blink from your new position under several feet of stone. Wha...?
Your eyes widen. You moved in. Figure in a black cloak. Glowing circle. Thrust vanishing. Floor rapidly approaching.
Sorcerer.
You ignite your aura and let the ground explode upwards around you. A yelp sounds from somewhere in the storm, and you float up, aura flaring.
A woman in the customary black robe of an Exile Sorcerer is in the middle of stumbling back, an array of wards surrounding her. The hood has fallen off of her face. She's pretty old -- in her Masque, her hair is going grey at the temples.
Your fingers flash up to frame your face. "Taiyoken!"
LIGHT
The Sorcerer yelps again as her eyes stop working.
You take a moment to survey the situation. The woman has some shrapnel wounds from the exploding floor. She's blinded.
Her hands are already flipping through several hand seals, even as she grits her teeth against the pain.
You don't feel like letting her finish, and fire a ki blast at her.
Kakara vs. Sorcerer With Readied Shield [Ki Manipulation vs. Magic]: 123 vs. 94.
A glittering shield pops up in the path of your blast and shatters, fragments twisting in the air, but the blast itself is expended and the woman untouched. She finishes the hand seal. "Recall," she gasps.
She blurs, zipping right past you on her way towards the exit.
Your eyes widen in fury and you give chase.
Kakara vs. Sorcerer [Flight vs. Magic]: 83 vs. 31.
She's fast, certainly. But as you follow in her wake, something becomes clear: she is not in control of her trajectory at the moment. You're pretty sure that at her power level she's not even capable of tracking her surroundings.
Your fingers flash to your forehead.
vip
As you come out of the Transmission, you spin, your leg lashing out at chest height.
The Sorcerer slams into it, limbs flying and eyes bugging out as she loses all the air in her body and, swiftly, consciousness. She collapses to the ground, limbs splayed. You take a gasp of air, only just realizing that you had been holding it.
Then you feel your father tearing through the prison at full power -- before, mercifully, dropping down the instant his opposition is defeated -- and One coming back in through the gates. A flash of telepathy ensues between you and the others, you-
vip
reappear to see your father turning to the three of you, and-
* * *
-you blink upon reformation, feeling an entirely spiritual ache from the exertion of forcing multiform again. "Ow."
Dad promptly lifts you off of the ground, squeezing the air from you, and pulls you close into his chest.
You flinch. "Oof- Dad, I'm fine-!"
"Just...quiet," he says. "For a moment."
You subside, not really feeling any urge to resist the contact.
The attack has been dealt with, and no further breaches in the Masquerade happened. You and your father have reunited in the main halls of the prison.
Here you go, @fictionfan
- Location
- Rockford, USA
- Pronouns
- They/Them
He went full-hog FPSSJ, actually, but did so briefly enough that the prison's containment measures were able to clamp down on the various side effects from that much energy being exerted in an enclosed space before they reached the prisoners.
Just remembered this:
Actually, multiple different members of Friezas army demonstrated the ability to duplicate themselves.
- Location
- Rockford, USA
- Pronouns
- They/Them
While that is true, that's not the point. Yardrati use Instant Transmission, after all. It's sourced from them. The point is not that nobody else uses these techniques, and that's why they're infohazards -- it's that the Z Fighters did, and publicly. The techniques are known as Z Fighter techniques, and thus, using them is dangerous.
- Location
- Rockford, USA
- Pronouns
- They/Them
...I mean, I believe you, but that just looks bad to my eyes. I mean, just throwing on an -s? Or just cramming on an -ians? There's an aesthetic to this sort of thing! *grumble*
KnightDisciple
Love God. Do Right. Fear No Man.
- Location
- Midwest, USA
Why mess with horrifically evil, unethical, and dubiously useful torture-drug strategies, or even heavy Mind Delve, when a simpler method should work?
Just ask them if they'd prefer to be cooperative or uncooperative, and then ask if they'd prefer to speak to Berra....or Yammar.
Just ask them if they'd prefer to be cooperative or uncooperative, and then ask if they'd prefer to speak to Berra....or Yammar.