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 Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2014 11:21 pm
I read your minions thing and have come to the decision that your shadow bots break at least two rules: 1. First of all, there isn't enough Nth metal to refit 100 different robots. The only source of said metal is on Thanagar, home of the Thangarians, and unless you developed a spaceship to get there, then conquered them by yourself, you won't get the metal needed. 2. You didn't get your robots approved. Normally I would of considered them minions and you would have to use the minions rule, but in this case, since they are Bryan's main source of combat, they count as weapons. But they still require approval, because the Shadow Bots you are using may count as being on the verge of overpowered. There is also the fact that your Shadow Bots don't know how Tamaraneans fight, hence their adaptive programming won't be as quick to adapt to him, if they adapt at all. The fact of the matter is their programming is not adapted to fighting foes with Superhuman Strength beyond the robots individual capabilities. Why? Because you yourself have not fought such foes until now.
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 12:38 am
 ӍɅг’saπ ✗
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xxxxxA smile crept on Marsan’s face when the boy’s wings took a protective stand. Impressive and a maneuver unlike all the opponents he had encountered previously. The smile was quick to fade though when the pyro created a sword of fire. Really? Mars popped an eyebrow and questioned the kid’s martial experience. The Tamaranean was happy that the kid survived his assault but was quite disappointed in his choice of weaponry. After the boy saw Mars clearly embrace the flames with no pain, is he really going to continue his use of fire? ”Or maybe it’s all he has.” Mars thought upon realization.
Mars crossed his arms while staring across the distance into his opponent’s eyes. They were both several feet into the air now and the battle below them was making quite the ruckus. Mars thought about engaging the kid again but seeing as his opponent is waiting for him to make the next move, he may be able to talk out this fight. ”It’s not me you want is it?” Mars began, ”It’s the speedster.” It was easy to note that the pyro’s main target was the red-suited vigilante seeing as he made it a point to melt a resembling statue as well as attack him.
”The speedster isn’t my concern and neither are you. But seeing as how my allies are caught in the crossfire of this fight, you’re forcing my hand, Child.” Mars spoke with a powerful baritone voice. It was an empowering tone and emphasized his already large stature. "I’ll admit I don’t enjoy fighting children, but this is going to go one of two ways. One, we fight and I’ll treat you like every other unfortunate soul to face me. Or two, you run. Choose another day or time to fight that speedster. You’ll have my word that I won’t chase you because there simply isn’t much need to. I’d be much happier aiding my allies.”
xxxxxStatus: Healthy.
xxxxxWith: Balzaran, Flash, Jefferson, Psi-Tech
xxxxxWhere: Kansas
xxxxxThoughts: Walk away, Kid.
xxxxxOoc:
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2014 9:16 pm
Due to extenuating circumstances, Tenari Senbo will not longer be in the guild. With that being said, since my fight has effectively been halted (although I can post saying Psi tech underestimated Tamaranean strength), the only people fighting is Daes Hawke and Time Lord. So if you two will please finish up?
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 11:46 pm
 ᴊᴇғғᴇʀsᴏɴ ᴍᴏʀᴇᴀᴜɪɴᴠᴇɴᴛᴏʀʏ:Bag
Contents:
x•Sword Hilt
x•Bow Grip
x•Blue Jay
x•Raccoon
x•Emerald Necklace
x•Ruby Necklace
ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ: Mar'san None
sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Bloody nose(broken, though he doesn't know it yet)
ᴏᴏᴄ: xxJefferson's eyes widened as his opponent easily guessed that he didn't want to fight him. He wasn't stupid. He knew the man was stronger than him. He knew that fighting him would get himself killed and he really didn't want that. Still, it occurred to him that the man might be trying to get him to let his guard down, so he could attack without a fight, but it also occurred to him that he didn't need to do that, because he was powerful enough to take him down whether Jefferson was fighting back or not. It had to be a genuine offer to flee with his life.
xxAs much as he didn't like leaving after he finally faced Flash, as much as he didn't like giving up so easily, and as much as he didn't like being called a child, he took his chance. The flame sword went out and he swiftly slid the hilt into his bag. He lifted his hands to show surrender, angled his wings to lift him a few feet higher into the air, then turned and shot off as fast as he could, just in case the man went back on his word to not follow. His nose still hurt and he wanted to have it checked, and he would have to train harder, try to become faster, so he could try to fight Flash again.
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The Master Time Lord Captain
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2014 3:00 pm
ӍɅг’saπ ✗
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xxxxx Mars watched attentively as his newfound opponent fled as advised. It was a good call by the child and Mar’san was more than content that Jefferson complied. There was no need to spill more blood. Not today anyway.
When the pyro disappeared from his view, the enforcer lowered himself to the ground beside his good friend. Landing one foot at a time, Mars cracked his neck by tilting it left and right. ”We should grab Kotand’r and go.” Mars advised while scanning the ruined city. It wouldn’t be long until government officials arrived, and it would be a good idea not to cause more trouble after this conflict. Mars wasn’t worried about their inability to handle federal agents but more so their need to stay under the radar while conducting business on Earth. It wouldn’t be wise to cause more destruction while they could simply walk away now, but of course that decision came down to Balza’ran.
Tonguing the inner of his lower lip piercing, Mar’san broke his glare and locked his cardinal eyes with Balza’ran’s. ”What do you think?” he asked for confirmation.
xxxxxStatus: Healthy
xxxxxWith: Balza’ran
xxxxxWhere: City Center
xxxxxThoughts: “Time to move.”
xxxxxOoc:
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Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2014 4:52 pm
Balza'ran
Darklance "The impure will died by my spear." 
Status: Healthy
Thoughts: What a buzzkillThe one thing that Bryan underestimated, was the skill of his opponent. Sure, his robots can adapt to any Earth Martial arts given enough time, but Balza'ran's high strength and otherworldly nature, made adapting to his movements much, much more difficult. He glared at the several Shadow Bots around him, a half dozen in total, all ready to attack him at a moments notice. He held his spear at his side, staring each robot down, clenching his free hand into a tight fist, a wicked smirk on his face.
"You underestimate me. Watch, I will turn each and every single one of these so called 'unbeatable' robots into spare parts. Then I will hunt you down and slaughter you for daring to think your robotic creations could equal the mighty Balza'ran in combat. Let's go," he boasted, his red eyes blazing with ominous light and that wicked smirk growing wider into a near psychotic grin. The prospect of a battle always elicited this side of him. And although he won't be able to bask in the blood that splatters onto his body, the familiar adrenaline rush that coursed through his veins made the prospect of fighting, and his eventual triumph, even sweeter.
By the time Mar'san found Balza'ran, he would find the scene of a glorious battle: with Balza'ran as the victor, one foot on the head of the six robots he tore apart. The other robots were strewn around him like corpses on a battlefield, the tip of Balza'ran's spear dripping with oil, a would be grisly stage with Balza'ran in the spotlight. If this was with Tamaraneans as the vanquished, the scene would be a lot more gory, but the only thing painting the roof was oil from the robots. He would notice the fact that Balza'ran's face was expressionless, partially obscured by the oil splattered on his cheek, and he would know what this meant: the battle to him was quite disappointing.
"To think, you pegged these robots as able to give Superman pause. Yet they couldn't handle the might of an Elite warrior trained by the Warlords of Okaara. Next time you want to give me a challenge, make these robots tougher," he punctuated the last part by crushing the robots head under his boot, looking straight at Mar'san, "I lost track of where she is. I am sure we can find her in the rubble around the city. I love my cousin, but she has grown soft since our time apart," Balza'ran said, "This was a buzzkill. The peasant told me that these robots would give me a real challenge. But obviously it was false advertisement. Pathetic."
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Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2014 7:37 pm
 Darius watched the ongoing battles in front of him and it seemed like his presence was needed less and less, so he would decide now was a good time to take off. Right now he felt like paying homage to his Grandfather's memory and heading for the Hall of Justice. Allies: The Tamaraneans || Enemies:Being defeated || Thoughts: Time to go.
O.O.C
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Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2014 5:30 pm
ӍɅг’saπ ✗
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xxxxxHumans… quite the overconfident species. They’ll be quick to talk and quick to act, but it never seems as if they truly process who they’re against. The remnants of the robots Balza’ran left scattered is a reminder of that. Mar’san smirked and paced forward until he came upon another decapitated figure, the head just inches away from it. Leaning over, Mar’san wrapped his large fingers around the steel head and brought it to his face while standing back up. The features of this head erupted no emotional response from Mars. He didn’t know what to think of it. All the work someone put in to building this and it was dismantled in minutes. Just as Balza’ran said, very pathetic.
With a squeeze of the fingers, the metal head began crumpling and caving in his grip. ”I’m not very surprised. She’s been living with these… people all this time. Quite the lowering of standards.” Mar’san replied while releasing grip. Mars’s eyes followed the crumpled head as it hit the ground below and rolled forward some distance, only halting in the cracks of the road. ”Which reminds me – I’m also supposed to track down another Tamaranean taking refuge on this planet. A peasant turned gladiator if the stories were right. The royal family, your family, put in the request.” Mars spoke as he turned to face Balza’ran, ”Would you happen to know her?
xxxxxStatus: Healthy
xxxxxWith: Balza’ran
xxxxxWhere: City Center
xxxxxThoughts: “What a day”
xxxxxOoc:
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Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2014 5:49 pm
Balza'ran
Darklance "The impure will died by my spear."
Status: Healthy
Thoughts: What a buzzkill"Well I wouldn't say lowering of standards, Mar'san. They may not be as strong or durable as we are, but they have a spirit all their own. Their penchant for entertainment is also quite interesting. Did you know they derive entertainment from watching men and women walk down what they call a 'runway' wearing clothing?" Balza'ran asked his old friend. He didn't let on that he was one of these people walking down the runways. And even if he did, Mar'san would known, judging by the scene around him, that he hasn't lost his warrior's instincts at all.
When Mar'san mentioned his other job: tracking down another Tamaranean taking refuge here, and what she formerly was, his red eyes went straight over to look at Mar'san. Of course he knew exactly who his friend was talking about. Amar'e, which speaking of, he hasn't heard from her in a while. He wonders how the golden haired tigress was doing and how she was getting by with her limited skillset beyond caving someone's face in, "Yes, I have met her before. Even fought her. She's a lot like you Mar'san, she wasn't trained by the Warlords, but she is incredibly strong. She put up a very good fight, a fight that made this look like child's play."
Of course, he didn't mention that he technically lost to her, but he had reasons why he lost: she was very distracting in a physical way, so he can claim he was not fully focused into the battle, "As for where she is, I do not know at this time. But knowing her, she'll be causing some kind of trouble and ending up on the news. Now, let's find Kotand'r and see if she is willing to come with us back to Tamaran. Then we can go after Amar'e."
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 1:23 am
It's dark, that's the first thing that came to the young Tamaranean woman as she opened her eyes. The last thing she remembered was watching the speedster cut a bus in two then a sudden pain and everything went black. As she lay there the voice's of Mar'san and Balza'ran came from the darkness they were saying soming about this planet making her weak and another Tamaranean who was on Earth. With a groan Kotand'r would reach out and push into the darkness dislodging large bolder above her. "No need to find her she's here, the woman called out as she rose from the rubble. "Balza'ran word of advice while we can take missiles an $800 outfit can not."
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Posted: Sat Mar 15, 2014 12:48 pm
ӍɅг’saπ ✗
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xxxxxMar’san smirked at the thought of this runway entertainment playing through his head. He fumbled with the words to reply to that but he figured it’d be best not to. It wouldn’t lead to any meaningful talk about the task at hand. ”Like me, huh” he muttered to himself. It’s true that unlike Balza’ran, Mar’san received no privilege training with the Warlords. But then again, not many Tamaraneans do. It’s a right within a warrior of high class. Between himself and Amar’e, there’s no real class difference. Mars is simply a servant of the royal family.
Seeing Kotand’r rise out of a pile of rubble made the enforcer crack a small chuckle. How convenient of her to be so close. ”Now for Amar’e…” his voice soft yet deliberate. To the enforcer, time wasn’t something he was fine with wasting away. He was taught to be efficient and serve efficiently.
xxxxxStatus: Healthy
xxxxxWith: Balza’ran, Kotand’r
xxxxxWhere: City Centre
xxxxxThoughts: “Now to find our gladiator”
xxxxxOoc:
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Posted: Sat Mar 15, 2014 1:10 pm
Balza'ran
Darklance "The impure will died by my spear."
Status: Healthy
Thoughts: What a buzzkillIn truth, he did see similarities between Mar'san and Amar'e. Both were capable warriors, mostly self taught. And both had the honor of fighting him at one point or another. Both can also be quite vicious in battle. Balza'ran smirked when he heard Mar'san repeat what he said under his breath. He didn't mean it as an insult, just a comparison between her and him.
His attentions went over to Kotand'r, who had made herself known when she pulled herself out of the rubble and basically told Balza'ran off. They would be fine, but $800 dollar suits would not be. Of course he would know that, why else would he shed his own clothing and wear his armor underneath in case a battle was to be fought. She would see his red eyes seem to glimmer for a bit before he sighed, "Well it's your fault for not planning ahead," he answered, "I always keep my armor under my clothes in case a battle is to be fought."
He wiped his face of the oil that was on it, partially getting a majority of the substance off while he continued, "Since I take it you heard everything that Mar'san and I said, what is your decision? Tamaran has fallen under chaos since you and I have left for this planet, and it needs a ruler more than ever. Will you come with us back to Tamaran willingly, Kotand'r? Or do I have to convince you, via words, some time to yourself, or if need be, by force of arms?"
He was willing to give his cousin some time to figure things out, but if he needs to fight her to make her come back to Tamaran, he will not hesitate to do so.
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2014 7:38 pm
ӍɅг’saπ ✗
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xxxxx Clenching his fists tightly, Mars released an annoyed huff. Time was running out for them, and he wasn’t sure how much more time he could waste on Earth. Tamaran was in need of his service regardless of whether or not the other two were to join him. ”Balzaran, I was only sent here to request yours and Kotand’r’s return. Meeting the gladiator will have to wait for me.” he stated with a huff of hurry.
”I must return to Tamaran for now. Just remember that time is of the essence, my brother. Return when you can – with or without the young Kotand’r.” Mar’san added. Reaching out, Mars took a strong handshake with his long-time friend before turning to leave. In the wake of his flight, the ground once again shook. His departure leaving a trail of reddish light behind him.
xxxxxStatus: Healthy
xxxxxWith: Kotand’r, Balza’ran
xxxxxWhere: Leaving
xxxxxThoughts: “…”
xxxxxOoc: I’m going to freeze Mar’san so that another Gaian can have his OC in play. I’m in no rush to use this character and don’t want to hold up another person.
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