Post by Jenna Tinsley on Jan 20, 2020 18:05:04 GMT -5
"I'm feeling great thanks to Allen," Jenna responded. She motioned for a hug, but decided against it at the last minute. She didn't look too comfortable to do that yet. Considering she's a foster child, this isn't abnormal behavior between herself and Tinsley. It's looking like Tinsley was doing well to take things slow and build up some trust...like it was discussed between them.
"What about you? Well, you did just say that you weren't feeling well, but I want to know why those guys came in there looking for me. They weren't ordinary criminals. Did you do something to them?" Jenna questioned.
Post by Father Tinsley on Jan 21, 2020 9:47:22 GMT -5
"Heavens no. I haven't done anyone wrong," Tinsley quickly denied. "The only lead we have are some threats that Mr. Keene received after he defended Markus and Tank. We're thinking that they made an example out of me to send a warning to him. The police are still trying to work out the specifics on what happened, but I do know that it's not safe for us to remain at the house."
Not wanting to go into detail about that in public, Tinsley returned his attention to the Resistor. "Mr. Silva, I couldn't ever thank you and the Resistors enough for not only saving Jenna and keeping her company, but for what you've done for all of the people at the mall. I want to try to though," Tinsley expressed. "If you or any of your friends are planning to attend the Pro Showcase, please let me know. I can get you in touch with some people, cover any expenses, or whatever I can do to make what you're doing worth your while."
Post by Allen Silva on Jan 22, 2020 2:49:56 GMT -5
Allen gave what he heard some thought. All of that sounded good, but it goes against what they're about. Still...this man seemed like the type who's not going to give up until he gets to do something.
"So...this Showcase...tell me something," Allen proceeded to negotiate. "It's just pros vs us, right? No possibilities of getting called out by anyone other than pros? I don't want to go there and have another Noland vs Maurice situation. I have a couple of people in mind who might want to repeat history, so I'm just making sure."
Post by Father Tinsley on Jan 22, 2020 3:19:56 GMT -5
Allen's question elicited a slight chuckle from Tinsley. He knew all too well what Allen was getting at. Some people think they're at where they're not, and believe others are lower than where they are. The PBL already had measures in place to make sure those people don't get anywhere near this event.
"No way that'll happen. You have my word," Tinsley guaranteed. "It's just pros versus the best of the brawlers who aren't professionals. If anyone wants to prove that they're a Resistor or apart of Team Blaster - or even greater - then they'll be proving it against a pro brawler. We're only selecting people who are within the average of the top 5% in the country, not counting the pros themselves of course. This is to make sure that they're able to hang with the competition for viewership purposes and to prevent anyone from getting hurt. If there's a mismatch, we're looking for it to be about someone's skill being way up there, and not because someone like Maurice is playing tough guy."
Post by Allen Silva on Jan 23, 2020 2:38:45 GMT -5
"Sounds interesting. I'll give it a shot," Allen accepted. "This could be the next big thing. I hope this turns out alright."
Allen's body vibrated a little when Gorem decided to test out some of his new powers on him. That could only mean one thing to Allen: finish the conversation and go home for once. "Well, I don't want to keep you. It's been a long day for all of us. I should probably get going anyway. I told my parents I was gonna be home two minutes ago," he casually said.
"So, Jenna," Allen started as he turned to look at her. "If you're ever looking for someone to talk to or practice with, just let me know. Only when you're comforable though."
Post by Jenna Tinsley on Jan 23, 2020 3:26:34 GMT -5
"Sounds good," Jenna happily accepted. Without giving Allen a chance to respond or react, she went up to him to smother him in a hug. Whether or not he was looking for one, she felt like she needed one.
"S-sorry...I hope that wasn't weird... I just can't hide how happy you made me after all of that torturing," Jenna tried to laugh off. "Thank you for tonight... Really. Tell everyone else I said thanks as well."
Post by Father Tinsley on Jan 23, 2020 3:36:13 GMT -5
"This new friendship should be helpful to us strategically... I approve of this," Tinsley thought about the situation. He nodded and gave Allen a smile before him and Jenna went their way.
"Please be safe tonight, Mr. Silva. Give everyone else my thanks as well," Tinsley wished. "If not at the Complex, hopefully we'll see you at the Showcase. There'll be a lot of eyes on this one. Great opportunity to connect with people if you're interested in pursuing a brawling career. Have a good one."
Post by Allen Silva on Jan 23, 2020 4:00:53 GMT -5
Allen watched as Tinsley and Jenna walked away together. He waited until they got far enough to where they couldn't hear what he was about to say.
"That's him, right? The guy Noland has his suspicions about?" Allen wondered.
"Yep," Gorem confirmed as he got out of Allen's pocket and took on his robed form. "I'm no Drago, so I can't really tell if he's one of the guys we just faced unless he steps on the ground hard. Still, if Noland or Drago thinks something's off, he needs to be watched."
"Right..." Allen agreed.
"This isn't a good question to ask, but this young lady won't get in the way of things, right?"
Meanwhile, in the darkest depths of the Doom Dimension...
Loud stomping could be heard and felt across the entire dimension. The entity responsible for this should be obvious by now, but in case it wasn't, the said entity would be paying someone a visit soon. That someone was behaving in an opposite way. Betadron was in the middle of a barren wasteland. He was floating in midair with his arms crossed and his eyes closed.
Everything was going fine and dandy until the stomping became louder, almost like the noisy bastard was getting closer and closer. Eventually, Betadron had someone behind him.
"I don't think you're supposed to be going behind other guys like that. If you like that, that's cool, but I don't roll that way," Betadron told him.
"...How would you know that...? ...You've never tried anything with anyone yet," Fury countered.
"..." Betadron's meditation was quickly interrupted by him scurrying away from Fury in a panic.
"...Don't look at me... You bought it up.... You must want me to-"
"Don't! Just...what do you want?"
"...We need to talk about our game plan urgently..."
"Alright... Good. That's what I thought this would be about. Yep."
"I see..." Fury recognized. "...How come this is the first time I've ever heard of the Tribunal...?"
"You never asked," Betadron shrugged.
"...Don't you think that's critical information for the two of us to be on the same page about?"
"What would you have to contribute? I'm the only one here who can still use my powers effectively while sealed."
"That's irrelevant right now.... I'm trying to make sure that the next time one of us breaks the seal, we won't get screwed by either of the Colossus again. Can you let me advise you just this once? Please?"
"...Alright. Go for it then."
"...The Gods are preoccupied with the Collision... That means that the only threats to us getting out are the Colossi... Something needs to be done to put them out of commission before any of us tries to escape or else we'll be back where we started... You speak of Father Tinsley and his cohorts stirring up hate energy across four quadrants of this universe... I think you should use your power to help them instead of trying to escape for now..."
"...You should utilize Father Lyles and Tinsley to the best of your current ability rather than allowing them to float on their own agenda... Tinsley is the only one out of myself who can make the effects of the Collision worse...and Lyles is the closest mortal to ever come close to replicating your prowess..."
"You're telling me to take longer to get out of here?"
"...I'm asking you to be patient... ...Remember, the seal is designed to keep us here and inhibit our powers for many, many years... Even if you escape from here...you'll need time to recover your full power... You're no match for Dragonoid Colossus with your powers sealed... You've experienced that firsthand..."
"...I understand that your hate makes it difficult to wait a little longer, because you want to exact your revenge right away, but consider this... Spending generations here has made your sealed power about as strong as you were when we were defeated back then... This means that the longer you wait, the more powerful you'll be when that time does come. Your anger and frustration is unlike any being who has ever existed... You're the devil himself... Speed isn't a factor... Only efficiency... I hope you do things correctly this time..."
"...I'll hand it to you, Fury. You're making a lot of sense right now. I must not give you enough credit."
Fury and Betadron were now meditating together. There was peace and quiet for some time, but Betadron considered it an absolute must that noise be made.
"Fury...I'm sorry..." Betadron apologized.
"...Why?" Fury wondered.
"For getting us in this mess... I guess I've been focusing hard on escaping this wretched dimension sooner so I could get you out of here too. It was my fault that we lost..."
"...Not entirely... We're both to blame... I'll admit that I took my frustration over losing to Genesis Dragonoid to heart... If we're going to get out of here...we need to trust each other... Can we do that...? No more bickering about the past...?"
"Good... I can too... The stars are beginning to align for us... As long as we play it cool, we can end up on the winning side this time..."
Post by Alana Cortese on Jan 26, 2020 17:43:46 GMT -5
The next day...
Alana was at her house being subjected to Darius running around with Hydranoid while her head was stuck in a math book. She decided to go through some mail that she ignored just to give her a break from all of the complicated stuff.
"Silver Knight invitation?" Vladitor asked out of nowhere. He crept up in ball form from behind the couch.
"Y-yeah..." Alana sighed.
"I apologize if you or Noland were interested in becoming one before I mouthed off the other night," Vladitor sincerely expressed.
"Don't worry about it. Even if we were, you did the right thing," Alana assured him. "So, Vladitor, I'm just curious. How long have you existed?"
"Not too long before the banishment. I'd say 5 years," Vladitor revealed. "I was assigned to this boy by Demaryius while I was young. Biologically, I still am since I haven't aged at all thanks to Genesis Dragonoid having mercy on us."
"How are you mentally? You've spent a long time in there."
"Confused. Everyone else was left at the mercy of time. I know that it was because of Demaryius and Nyla doing what they did, but it seems more than that. It felt like I was destined for something for this day and age. It weighed on me every second. I'd love to meet Genesis Dragonoid again and ask him why."
Alana's pupils lit up in a green-yellow color before she responded to Vladitor. "Live and act in the moment, no matter what a god says or does. That's what we expect of you," she relayed to him.
Alana returned to normal rather quickly. She knew what was said, but she didn't pay that much attention to it. It didn't seem like Nyla - who was most likely to have said that - didn't want to occupy too much time in Alana's place.
Then the doorbell rang...
"Hydranoid," Alana called. The robed hydra stopped what he was doing and walked up to the door. He peeped through the peephole and saw someone he wasn't very thrilled to see. He opened the door anyway.
"..." Hydranoid looked him up and down. It was Maurice, and he didn't look so good. He looked pale...and hurt... "What happened?"
"..." Maurice fell forward. Hydranoid quickly pressed his palm on Maurice's chest. In doing so, he sent a burst of his energy through Maurice's body. To his surprise, he heard a leviathan-sounding death scream. He pulled Maurice into the house and laid him out on the floor. "Vladitor, if you don't mind, heal this guy, and then you and the boy need to go."
Post by Alana Cortese on Jan 26, 2020 19:29:09 GMT -5
When Maurice regained consciousness, he attempted to jump up and assess his surroundings, but a sharp pain around his left hip prevented him from moving too much. His groans made Alana a little teary-eyed. A little...
"What happened to you?" Alana quickly asked him.
"I'm fine, Alana..." Maurice arrogantly assured her.
"Don't you tell me that! You have a stab wound on your hip!" Alana yelled.
"I can't tell you anything else, okay!?"
"Then get out, and don't you come back." In an impressive showing of strength, Alana lifted Maurice over her shoulders and was prepared to throw him back out on the street. Before she could make it to the door...
"Please...don't do this... If they find out I'm still alive..." When he saw that Alana wasn't listening, he panicked. "Come on... You can't just throw me out there! I almost died!"
"You know what you have to do then, kid," Hydranoid shrugged.
"You don't understand. If you find out, then they're going to know I did something!"
"Alright then. See ya later. You're welcome for saving your life by the way."
"Alana, wait, wait!" At this point, his head was on the door. "If I tell you what happened, then...for anyone who plans to go after the person who did this...don't act unless ya'll get her on the first shot. Please..."
Alana walked him back to the couch. She laid him on there and stood over him. "Start talking," she commanded.
"...You remember the dudes who tried to take Seiki? They're from the gang..."
"The one you were with?"
"Yeah... I was with that so my siblings and I could have some protection and all that... Me winning nationals the first time was a great way for them to keep moving product...and weapons... After losing to Noland and being led in the right direction by Ms. Lydia, I haven't been in contact with them. They thought that since I was rolling with you guys, they couldn't come after me without getting beat up by one of you. That all changed when the gang leader died from unknown means, and then this lady shows up and start getting bold..."
"So it's true then... You don't just leave..."
"Getting embarrassed by that Jenna girl was the last straw for them... They left me for dead outside of that movie theater a couple of miles from here... Someone called the cops and had them take my siblings out of there, but other than that, I don't know what the hell is going on..."
"...To be honest, I didn't expect to make it here. I thought that if Sprazyer at least dragged me here, one of you might see me. I trust you guys more than the police right now. Unlike them and literally everyone else, you've been good to me. Even when I did you wrong, you still looked out for me. I couldn't leave myself up to the same people who didn't get a cop on scene when Jenna got taken."
"...Maurice, Hydranoid heard screaming when he touched you. Did you really just get stabbed, or was there something else?"
"That's all I know. I swear."
"Was there anything else wrong other than your injury?"
"...Now that you mention it, I felt sick, barfy sick. I thought it was because I got stabbed... Actually, I don't know a thing about being stabbed."
Post by Markus Hederick on Jan 26, 2020 21:46:10 GMT -5
"..." Markus was visibly irritated upon being called to Alana's house. He stood there and looked down at Maurice with disappointment just like Vegeta did to his own son.
"...I just want one day of peace... One day..." Markus sighed.
"We're sorry, but we're getting a bad feeling about a national champ like Maurice being used for gang activity, and there's an event coming up that could showcase fellow members. You and Tank could see them," Hydranoid brought up.
"Oh no, I'm not saying I'm annoyed that there's this constant calling of people these days...even though that is getting a bit much here. I'm just saying that things are happening back-to-back, and I'm sick of it. I miss the days where I can just enjoy life and not have to be involved in whatever new incident is happening."
"Amen to that, brother," Hydranoid agreed.
"It's okay... You don't have to help me if you're busy..." Maurice sighed.
"As much as I hate to admit it, your story hits me on a personal level. I was in the same situation at one time," Markus remembered. "I was there when Lydia first started helping you, even though you didn't know it at the time. I'm gonna do what I can to get you out of this mess."
"...Oh..." Maurice was very surprised to hear that come from Markus.
"Gargulion, work your magic," Markus signaled. He put his palm towards Maurice, allowing Gargulion - who was seemingly merged with Markus' being - to look into Maurice's soul. In the same way he saw into the past with Darius, he saw what transpired with Maurice's 'accident'.
Post by Markus Hederick on Jan 28, 2020 0:02:28 GMT -5
Maurice's reputation was taking a downward spiral ever since Jenna one-shotted him the other day. He went from the toughest kid on the block to a pathetic weakling. Everyone thought they could beat him. Maurice was probably thinking it too.
He was within the area where the movie theater was at. It was a small shopping center with a couple of stores and restaurants like Cheddars and Chevy's. He looked excited to be there. His haircut was fresh, and his clothes were making him look like a respectable young man as opposed to a hoodrat looking to score. He walked into the movie theater. He waited there patiently.
After ten minutes, a beautiful young lady walks inside. Maurice quickly checked himself before he let her know that he was there. He moved to say something, but then...
A random guy shows up, and this girl starts hugging on him. Greatly confused, Maurice starts mouthing, "Who the fuck is this guy?" The guy sees Maurice and smirks at him. The girl turns to look, and she looked...embarrassed, like she got caught doing something that would make her look bad.
"Nothing personal, dawg. Business as usual," the guy said, completely ignoring the fucked up thing he was doing. Looking like he finally had enough of life, Maurice shook his head and walked away. "Yo, you a pussy pussy. You not even gonna say anything? I just took yo girl. Nah, I'm tripping. You not that dude no more. That's why this hoe with me."
As soon as Maurice exits the theater, he looks down at the ground. He looked defeated. He took Sprayzer in his hand and looked down at the Bakugan. He had this doubtful look on his face. This look turned into one of terror when he saw some odd-looking dudes walking towards him in a pack. Maurice attempted to get Sprayzer out of his hands to use against his incoming attackers, but one of the guys turned his arm into a tentacle and smacked Sprayzer's ball form. He turned gray immediately. The same guy then wrapped the tentacle around Maurice and pulled the sack of failure to him.
"It's a shame we have to meet like this, 'Rice," the guy deeply regretted. "You didn't think you were going to ignore us and hide with the Resistors, did you?"
"You not going to say anything? We've known each other for years. This is the last thing I want to be doing, so the least you can do to make this better for the both of us is to talk."
"I got nothing to say to you," Maurice rejected.
"Cassius got popped a month ago. Did you know that?"
"He didn't have the firepower needed to take a crack at the Resistors, so someone who does came along and took over. She's talking about some serious goals, and she says you've far outlived your usefulness to her." The guy took out a knife and lodged it into Maurice's hip. "She told me to let you know what your biggest mistake in all of this was. You should've stayed loyal. Use what the Resistors are giving you to become stronger, and then give that power to US. Even though you're pitiful right now, you'd have been alright had you been smart. I really wish you had been though. I'm gonna miss you... You were like a little brother to me."