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Post by Lord Xylo on Aug 2, 2017 20:29:09 GMT
[PL: 352,629 | Emperor's Will (x32P) Active! Current PL: 11,284,128]
The quiet rumble of the ship's engines was one of few sounds that could be heard from the medical station within Xylo’s spacecraft. That, and the sound of cheering soldiers on the opposite side of the wall. Despite how loud their laughing and joking and singing was, their celebration was comforting. The Mazoku Lord smiled, for he’d come one step closer to his goal to prove the Mazoku Caste’s worth in combat. The Namekian stared downward, his eyes drawn to the stasis chamber near-silently thrumming at his fingers. The stasis pod was active, and its occupant was a Namekian warrior with a blackened hole where his stomach once was. It was none other than Xylo’s own son, Digeri. A frown returned to the Lord when he gazed upon his child’s corpse. He never thought he’d be forced to live through the next few days; burying his own children. He hoped they’d outlive him, though technically his family had done that already, if only for a few months. ”You didn’t deserve this…” His hand grazed the glass dome resting at the top of the bed-shaped cryo-pod, as tears began to roll down his face. He knew the boy would be revived one day, but that didn’t take the sting away. It was a consolation prize; like if someone stabbed you in the chest before patching you up. The Namekian King simply sat there for a moment. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed since he’d entered the room, nor how much time would pass by the time the ship took off, but he didn’t care much. He’d sit here until his boy came back if he could, but there were other things to attend to. As he turned to leave the room, the door slid open, revealing a Kabochan soldier on the other side. He saluted his lord, and spoke in a plain tone. ”Sire! Preparations have been made to deposit the Prisoner back into Beppan territory, as you requested. You said you wished to see him off before we sent him away.” Xylo nodded, moving past the messenger and into the dull metal hall. ”Thank you. I’ll make my way to the brig, then.” As the Namekian turned the corner, he heard the Kabochan’s voice call out. ”Sire, would you mind if I spoke out of turn for just a moment?”Xylo turned on his heel, facing the soldier, and nodding. His curiosity was piqued. ”Speak your piece.””I know it’s not my place to ask, but… Why not keep him, lord? He could serve us as a spy, or perhaps we could interrogate him to learn secrets of the Empire. Letting him go seems… Wasteful.” ”There’s only so much you can gain from a grieving son. What would he know that any other higher ranking prisoner wouldn’t already spill? He’s not a warrior, and he’s learned nothing from us that the Solar Empire didn’t already know. Letting him leave loses nothing, and gives up even less.” He turned his back to the soldier, before continuing. ”The best he can give us now is his pain and sorrow, and I’ve already drunk my fill of Hofferson grief for a lifetime.”The Namekian King walked away, hearing one last shout from his Kabochan subordinate. ”Then why speak to him instead of just dumping him in a field, sire?” ”Closure.”
The Brig was a simple place. It was a short hallway with four cells on each wall. It was well lit, painted a deep purple, and had large metal bars keeping the prisoners captive. There was only one prisoner today, however, and it was a little Saiyan boy who was missing a tail. He was wounded in the battle for Beppa. He’d have been tended to by the Namekian Mystics, but the emotional scars were untreatable by any magic Xylo knew of. The boy had seen nearly as much sorrow as the Mazoku Lord had, and in a tenth of the years. The door on the far side of the room would slide open, as well as the gate to Capper’s cell. Should he exit his cell, he’d find Xylo’s imposing form in front of the door to the brig, sitting down at a magically conjured table. There was one empty seat on Capper’s side of the table, which the Namekian motioned to. His face was stoney; expressionless. Whether he was angry, sad, smug, or giddy, it was hard to say. He spoke plainly, his hand still pointing towards the empty chair. ”Take a seat, boy. We need to talk.” |
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Post by Capper Hofferson on Aug 6, 2017 4:30:47 GMT
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Shapes.
Everything was just a mess of indistinguishable shapes and blurs for a certain visually-impaired, scouter-less and tail-less saiyan boy. Red shapes clouding the ground and his face, and sometimes being spat out of his mouth with a painful sensation, while larger green shapes hurried about, trying to hold down Capper's fearfully floundering body. What they were had lost meaning at this point. His family was gone, nobody left to come help him out of this new hellhole. Nobody knew he was here, or even alive. Besides, who in their right mind would risk everything to save a weak, failing nobody?
Eventually cornered and pinned, the namekian mystics finally healed the little saiyan before leaving to report to their big boss. It had taken a full thirty minutes to corner the little one, and the healers were just as exhausted as Capper now. He tried to make a mad dash for the cell door when the mystical medics left, only to slam face-first into the bars. Taking a few steps back and rubbing his head, Capper frantically dashed around. Everything was dark, with a weird purple tint now. Some gray also, forming blurred stripes on one side of the wall. 'Those are prison bars, dummy.' Capper's voice of reason reminded himself the obvious in his panic.
Shaking still, the frightened child backed into a corner, glancing about at his confinements. What was next-- some sick torture procedure, fierce interrogation about his Empire, or even being forced to serve these freaks or something?! Capper whined to himself, already beginning to catastrophize.
This cell was just a box. There wasn't anything else except for the stone-hard bed and a bucket. The bars were really thick, and Capper knew he couldn't break any of those. He tried plenty of times already. Finally turning to face the other side of the wall, the boy eyed a foot wide square hole with the same iron bars on it, where daylight was streaming through it. Light.
"...No." Capper slapped himself on the head and wiped some tears aside, pacing through his cell. "No, no, no!" He pulled at his hair, breathing heavily with shaking, clenched fists. In the end, was all he could do was watch all his evils, fears, and enemies walk by? That couldn't be it-- Etoru, his family, and so many more had stood up to evils. They might have fallen, or lost, but they weren't just trampled over. They fought back, somehow.
Shaking his head, the saiyan's shaky breaths slowly came to a calmer pace. Was there really no hope? There-- there was still Etoru, out there somewhere, fighting also... Right? And Corza, Cauli, his uncle Lettush and auntie Celey and all of his kids. What would they think of Capper now, though? Probably disappointed or something. But, he could still change that, right? He could still change, he could still fight back, right?
Despite his weakness, Capper was still a proud little saiyan, and mechanic.
While saiyans had a habit for causing problems, fixing things was a mechanic's forte.
Etoru's limb, his return home, and even his survival on Earth... Capper dug his fingers into his scalp, shaking his head. He had been through worse. He could get through this, and he would get through this somehow. Staring up at the blurred light from the barred window gave a sense of hope, somehow. There was a way out. At this point, all the weakling had was hope. It was all he ever had.
"I-- I am not going to die in this hole." Capper grasped the bars of his confines, nails scratching against the metal. Xylo took a lot, but not everything. After all, Capper still had his own life. "Know this, you stupid slugface...!"
"I... I won't ever give up! Never ever, not in a million years! YOU HEAR ME?!"
For once, Capper finally began to understand why all his friends and family fought, even when it seemed pointless.
The saiyan boy pushed against the bars again, growling to himself. And to his surprise, they seemed to give way rather quickly! Though he fell to the ground with a yelp of surprise, Capper quickly stood back up, dusting himself up. "...T-that actually worked?" Capper chimed, blinking in shock. Turning his head when another creak echoed, Capper could just barely make out another door opening, light visible behind it. "...Oh. My. Stars." The boy mused to himself, eyes going starry. He did it! He really did it!
Cackling triumphantly as he was unknowingly lured into Xylo's trap, Capper quickly dashed through the door, arms in the air. "YES!! FREEDOM IS MINE--!" he began, eyes opening again with a quickly fading smile. Even with his blurred sight, he knew that fin-head and pointy eared tall man anywhere. "...Oh." Capper gulped hard, his expression riddled with betrayal and fear.
Capper blinked, still shaking somewhat when Xylo spoke, directing him to a seat. "...Do I have a choice?" Capper commented with his usual side of snark, slouching over with pursed lips. Regardless of his family's killer's response, Capper cautiously tiptoed towards the chair, sometimes tapping his foot against the metal floor panels. This had to be some sick trap. Maybe if he stepped on a tile, it would send him down into an even darker sub-dungeon of evil and torture.
But alas, there were no tricks and traps- yet. Capper slowly climbed onto the seat, never taking his eyes off of the Mazoku lord's form. "So, uh..." Capper spoke first when he managed to perch himself on his chair, nervous sweat dripping down his forehead. 'Here lies Capper. Xylo is a clod.' Capper briefly commentated internally before forcing a clearly nervous, uncomfortable smile to the demonic namekian. "W-wonderful weather we're having, eh?"
TAGS: Capper Hofferson , Lord Xylo
OOC NOTES: "I AM AN ETERNAL FLAME, BABY"
C A P P E R H O F F E R S O N 20 PL KI POINTS: 3/3
STATE: Base Form
TECHS USED: None
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Post by Lord Xylo on Aug 6, 2017 6:57:01 GMT
As expected, the boy had quickly escaped his cell, waddling down the hall as fast as his short legs could carry him. All of that fervor and excitement faded when Xylo's form crossed his vision, however. Capper was convinced of his own impending demise; that much was certain from his grim expression. Despite assuring himself that death was imminent, the little Saiyan pilot commented back to Xylo's demands with snark, which caused the Mazoku to chuckle.
"I suppose you could go back to your cell, if you want. Either that or try to rush past me to the escape pods down the hall." He glanced backwards, noting that the door leading out of the Brig was closed, but unlocked. It wouldn't be too hard for Capper to escape the room if he could distract Xylo, but then he'd have an entire army's worth of passengers to slip past.
Capper would decide to take the seat, at least for now. This was good; maybe this would go over smoothly, and he could get this fragment of his life squared away. This hopefully final conversation would remove the Hofferson's from Xylo's life forever.
That was the hope, anyways.
The dialogue started off about as awkward as it could, with Capper taking a stab at the proverbial ice. Xylo glanced out at a nearby window at Capper's comment, watching as a volcano erupted in the distance.
"It could be, if you like the heat that is."
There was an awkward silence. A pregnant pause as Xylo looked the Saiyan over. It was strange to see the boy somewhere other than in the center of a warzone.
"Why don't we play a game, boy?" He cracked a fake smile as he spoke. "It's simple, really-- We both ask each other a single question, and the other must answer truthfully. The game repeats until someone lies."
He'd give Capper a moment to respond, but regardless of his answer, he'd shoot off the first question.
"I'll start us off simple. What's your name? What should I call the boy who's gotten in my way so much that I lost a child?"
Xylo involuntarily clenched a fist beneath the table. It was already difficult to not sock the kid.
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Post by Capper Hofferson on Aug 7, 2017 1:56:09 GMT
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"...Those are both traps and I know it." Capper responded blatantly when Xylo mentioned either heading back to his cell or bailing for the exit, eyes narrowed fiercely. The weather was nice for those who liked heat, though. Capper was a boy who'd prefer to be too cold rather than too hot- at least you could do something about being cold. At this point, the saiyan was distracting himself from his impending torture with just about anything his mind could wander to.
But boy, if he could just be done with Xylo this and Xylo that somehow and just get rid of this green, sluggy stain on his life's record, that would be great. As it seemed, both the Namekian and the Saiyan wanted little to do with each other at this point.
Capper whistled to himself in the awkward silence, trying to brush aside the persisting pain in his rear. Having an appendage ripped right off hurt-- and bad. Though, to both his relief and dismay, Xylo was quick to pick up the incredibly awkward conversation.
A game? "...Yeah, sure. That's totally not the initiating premise of a horror flick either!" Capper blinked, his eye twitching a little with irritation and another faked smile. As per usual, his spine was still stiff as stone. The rules were simple, it was like a game of Truth or Dare, but without the dare. Capper's eyes narrowed again. Oh, he knew how it was. Xylo thought he could make him lie that easily, huh? Well, Xylo was gonna be the one spitting out fibs soon enough! Challenge accepted!
Eyes still narrowed, the saiyan's fists reflexively clenched. The Mazoku Lord went first, leaving Capper to continue glaring. His name? Well, that was an easy, harmless truth to tell! "Well, it's Capper Logan Hofferson to you, you filthy kille--" The boy paused, eyes widening as the last bit of Xylo's words finally began to process through his tiny brain. "Wait. W-What?"
The saiyan's expression sunk again, but fear was absent this time around. Capper was just... shocked this time. Xylo had an actual family? Like himself? Xylo lost his son alongside Capper's own family. Surely the Namekian had more branches of his family tree also that would more than likely be mourning as well, much like Cap's own kindred. H-How did that not click until now?? "I..." The saiyan trailed off. The pain of loosing family was not easy- he knew that much after all this. "I-- I'm so sorry..." He found himself muttering instinctively, somehow sympathizing with the man who killed his mother, father, and grandfather.
'No! Bad Capper! He's a bad, bad Namekian murderer that murders people- don't apologize to that clod!!' Capper's conscious scolded when he came to reason again, causing the boy to shake his head, grunting and digging one of his hands into his scalp again. "Gah! Stupid, stupid, stupid...!" He grumbled, shaking his head and taking another breath in, narrowing his eyes again at the killer in front of him. Regardless, it was time for Capper to play his cards now that Xylo had initiated the first question of the game.
"Forget it. My turn." The saiyan growled, putting a hand to his chin and thinking for a few moments. What was a good first question? Name? No-- everyone knew Xylo by now. He could possibly rat out some crucial information for the Solar Empire, but... Ever since he regained consciousness, he had doubts about his allegiance. The Empire led Capper and his family to their deaths, and gave little in return for their service. Sighing, the boy brushed off his thoughts of doubt for now. Question time. And he had a good one.
"Alright. So let's say, uh... You do win. You do crush alllll of us Solar Saiyans and take our place as galactic empire supreme or whatever you want-- I dunno." The boy grumbled, eyes narrowed. "...What then? What after? Rest atop your throne like a couch potato, or is there more?"
TAGS: Capper Hofferson , Lord Xylo
OOC NOTES: *snark*
C A P P E R H O F F E R S O N 20 PL KI POINTS: 3/3
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Post by Lord Xylo on Aug 7, 2017 2:24:40 GMT
Xylo nodded slowly, taking in the absurdly long name as the boy realized that Xylo was not a lone being in this world. He had family, and most of them had died already. Only a few remained, and he kept them as safe as he could. Maybe waging war wasn't the best way to keep that security, but it was working so far... For the most part, anyways. He frowned to himself, glancing back at the door behind him. He wondered how Digeri would deal with the boy if their situations had been swapped.
Before he could delve too far into his own thoughts, however, Capper posed his own question. It was a heavy one to start with, but the boy seemed to be in no mood for the simple stuff.
The Mazoku Lord paused for just a moment, thinking on how to word his answer. No reason to leave out details, after all. "It's simple, really. Once I win, I'll have to prepare for the next step. I'll work on stomping out any rebellions or resistance groups that prop up, and train my men for whatever else comes our way." He cracked his knuckles idly as he continued. "The Solar Empire is the first foe, but there will be many more. The Earth might want to test their luck against us, or the Arcosian's might feel it time we end our partnership. Whatever the threat, I'll ensure my people will be strong enough to keep their spot at the top of the galactic food chain for as long as I can. It's what they deserve after being stepped on for so many centuries."
With his answer given, he paused again. There were a few questions he had ready, but he wasn't sure which to move on to. It took him a moment to decide, but when he did, he adjusted in his seat, leaning closer to the table before he spoke.
"Why did you come back? I offered you and that other boy mercy on Namek. You could have lived your days without fear of my reign somewhere else. Earth, or Konats, or any other world that didn't wave their banners for the Solar Empire, yet you chose to return to the battlefield." He turned his nose up for a moment, scrunching his brow-ridge before returning to his normal demeanor. "You're clearly not a fighter, so you clearly don't share the same ideals that your kin do. What was the point?"
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