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Post by Mimikku on Sept 7, 2017 18:39:25 GMT
The battle had begun and unknown to Mimikku her pod had malfunctioned. Once more sending her off course and back toward Earth. So the many hours within the suspended animation of the travels felt but a moment in time until she was back over the swirling ball of blue that she called home. Coming in she would not feel anything til the machine jostled her awake after landing rather softly for a space pod near the Northern Capital. Landing at the space port there she would be thankful for the upgrades everything seemingly got over the last few decades that she had not had to impact the hardened earth yet she was disappointed that she could feel the strength far away on the planet of Namek and her own was so far away. Sighing as she gathered up the pod after emerging from it she would sign her paperwork and head toward the city. Her expression downtrodden as she walked along stopping at the memorial for the battles that had occurred there within the past few years. Running a hand on the bronze that held the rememberance for those that did not come back from that battle she wondered to herself if she had ever truly come back from the death she had received from Realigner Red. The chilled wind swirled about her but for another moment as she sighed and puled her worn hand away from the memorial. Her blade was no longer on her back as she had left it on Vegeta if she had to guess that the Saiyan she had fought with had taken it. Which was good as the blade deserved to be with someone who actually could use it to kill. She could not do that lifestyle anymore. The fighting and the warfare that had consumed most of her life had left her weary.
So far now she was heading inside of the city and heading to a small park. Taking a few moments to admire the crisp day outside. Moving to the park she would sit down on a small hill. Placing her head upon the soft grass she would look up at the sky and wonder why it was that she seemed so useless to the world at large and her own people.
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Post by Dantalion on Sept 10, 2017 13:19:26 GMT
The wind howled and cried, each individual guest feeling like a thousand darts laced with poisoned ice running against his skin. It was times like this one learnt how ineffective skin made for clothing and he was learning it the hard way, his body freezing over as he watched kids adorned in thick blankets of clothing coiled tightly around them, sliding down the slide with no care for the stunning cold that the old man suffered. Kids these days. He thought to himself, this haggard form had slowly started to muddle his mind, some of the adverse effects of remaining in a single form that was never one's own for too long.
Then he saw it, the singular resonating figure in the distance, laid against the ground, a wry smile crossing his face as he took a pause. He still wasn't sure he wanted to be seen yet, or even known about so he kept his Power at Five, it seemed like a healthy and marginal enough number ever since that kid with a sword thought three thousand was enough to start tossing people with suspicion. Though even fifteen he was hesitant to keep at; He took to his mind, words coiling and forming around as he thought of how to break the ice. He hadn't seen them in so long and in all fairness after they saved his life he always felt a small shred of respect for them. Unlike Durian, the rapscallion bully who preached and moaned hate speech like Ankoku did about it being too dark. Though maybe his inquiries came off that shred to strong.
He took pause as they rolled and formed, finding the perfect ice breaker to keep enough hidden about himself but just enough to lead them on. The words weren't directly into the mind, they were more whispered, a corrupted voice rolling through with nothing short of classic villainy soaking his words like oil to a towel. Hello Madam, do you per chance have a bottle of water? He inquired, bringing it a somewhat full circle, in place of scorching heat he was now instead lambasted by the scolding cold and was in just the same position, no clothing to keep him warm, though the skin that he had manufactured into his clothing would dare designs one's attention to think otherwise.
At his side, a book rumbled and groaned, atop it a small malicious looking creature of patchwork and a poor job of sewing sat atop, legs weighted down by a lantern as the thing no larger than his hand looked to him, Scythe in hand as he looked at all the children and the few elderly people that were nearby. How Abyzou wished he could play his malicious games, leaving them locked in their houses for weeks on end, but instead resigned to merely watching, waiting for his chance to finally break free. He noticed Dantalion's attention, the way his eyes boiled with concentration, head cocked to the side as the sewing cracked and snapped, the sound of thin strips of rope cracking apart as he inquired what the hell was going on. "You seem awfully focused. What you finally decided to do something with ya time on Earth." He said, his snark had long since dulled, his wit was held like a butter knife rather than a blade of freshly sharpened steel. Dantalion turned, a brow raised at such a mediocre jab, tapping him on the side of his head with a two finger salute.
"Shut up, not every action I do has to have some deep meaningful message behind it." He said as he turned, coming back to concentration, he had to infest their mind, the distance they were at he doubted he could hear them, no super hearing for him and in the time he missed Abyzou stick a sheet of paper out, the sound of a whistle blowing as he made an insult more like a child, far from befitting a demon of who knew how long. MimikkuCurrent PL - 137, 690 HW Equipped New PL - 34422 Demon Control [UT2] - PL Set to Fifteen Dark Whisper [UT2] Used to access Mimiku's mind
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Post by Mimikku on Sept 11, 2017 14:58:39 GMT
Words pierced into Mimikku’s mind and they were familiar to her. It was a set of words spoken to her a long time ago back when she was still but a desert hermit for the most part. Living in those harsh conditions really only ever brought her the company of bandits and demons and this voice seemed familiar to the one she had met. Lifting her head up from the grass she began to look around attempting to see if she could find the figure. Not finding it inside the fairly obvious spectrum she began to remember that the figure would have stood out like a sore thumb within the human lands. So, he must be in disguise so she would close her eyes and attempt to grasp at the thread that he had sent her way telepathically.
Finding it after a few moments of concentration she would grasp upon it and she would inhale and exhale clearing her mind. : Dantalion? I was not expecting to ever hear from you ever again since we parted ways in the desert. Good to see that you have happened to stay out of trouble.
Her words were simple yet filled with truthful intentions as she was not one to be untruthful when she had actually helped them. Even demonic creatures she would help as it was her nature. Yet despite this she was thinking and wondering where the demon had been. : I might have some on me… I just returned from a long trip so I have sadly not been around all that much to keep myself all stocked up.
Her message was simple toward him as she had truthfully just landed but a short time earlier. The cool air was sharp against her exposed skin but it felt rejuvenating as she reached out with her ki sense in an attempt to try and find Dantalion’s location.
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Post by Dantalion on Sept 11, 2017 15:34:55 GMT
He paused, his eyes widened with disbelief. Had so little happened to them that the mere mention of water was enough to get the alarms ringing that it was Dantalion? He couldn't tell if it was startling powers of observation or the sheer nothingness that had occurred but nonetheless was a tad taken aback. "Well. I was hoping to have some more fun." He said words whispered so only Abyzou could hear him, giving a curious look before shrugging it off, no need to be bashed over the head a second time.
He took in a few seconds, fingers rubbing his eyes as he struggled to figure out what to say next. He couldn't exactly break out with his congratulatory speech in the case of figuring out the puzzle so quickly. He had a whole spiel, cryptic words put to parchment long ago for the day he met them again, all to be tossed away to the winds of time since his whole plans had been ruined. Right... I was... Hm. His thoughts stopped hard as he was now put on the spot rather than the reverse. Ya know. I had a whole set of dialogues, cryptic messages and other nonsense at the ready but ya have really thrown a curveball. He continued, drawn out words of darkened tones running across their ear, fingers moving to pinch the bridge of his nose.
But... Well, I suppose that has been tossed out the window now that ya traced the breadcrumbs and burnt down the gingerbread house. He continued, a slight pause took before shaking his head, the words out of trouble finally kicking in as he sucked on his cheek, a tad bit offended. Did he really come off as such a trouble maker in his earlier days? Was that the first thing they could think of? All in all, he was rather determined to change their mind on the situation. Wait a minute. What do you mean Out of Trouble? First of all. He paused, breaking into a tirade of his own since the assumption that even if he was in trouble he couldn't hide away was rather insulting. He quite prided himself on not being caught though he had never had the chance to test it, he was confident in his abilities.
The fact you would think I would get caught hurts. He stated, words tinged with Venom at the mere mention of getting caught. And second. Come on. Trouble Maker? Name three things I have done that would make you think I am a Trouble Maker? He really had no idea how they would know that. There were exactly three things he did on Earth to get a reputation, and as far as he knew it wasn't well known. The first was causing a family suicide. Which he was still baffled anyone could trace back to him, second was forcing some town out in the middle of whoop-whoop into a gold mining slave operation. This one he could understand, he met them on the way and for directions, but besides that, his involvement was all of a maybe a few hours. And the last one, was where a bunch of heroes jumped he and Mammon for robbing a bank. MimikkuDark Whisper [UT2] Used to access Mimiku's mind
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Post by Mimikku on Sept 13, 2017 18:15:04 GMT
: Then I am sorry for instantly assuming who it was. You are sadly one of the few people it seems that has ever attempted to whisper into my mind. Not many others have ever done such as that. Though I would like to listen to your whole monologue. I think it would be an interesting thing to hear. She smiled widely as the thought of a possible villainous and yet intriguing monologue was something that could break her out of her funk. Even if that to her Dantalion was not the most vicious of people that she had ever met but still had a few thoughts that he could be.
Mentally she would sigh as she did not want to do things to assume many a thing about people. To her mind she understood that she would need to clarify things to Dantalion. Inhaling and exhaling a few times. : Well I said trouble as because you told me of one of your best friends being something of a troublemaker. I assumed that he would of dragged you within some of his schemes. As for what you have done I have absolutely no idea what it was that you would of done on Earth. I have not been here on the planet in a long while. Mimikku would return to her own mind. It was obvious that she was holding many a thing back from other people.
Inhaling and exhaling once more watching her breath swirl and spin in front of her. The mist would be hanging there if only for a short time as it disappeared. : You know I actually expected to not really see anyone that I knew or to be bothered by anyone that actually knew me…:
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Post by Dantalion on Sept 14, 2017 10:17:37 GMT
In no more, the time it took to read a paragraph had he already forgotten his spiel, pushed from his mind as he was once again caught on the spot. For a few minutes, there was a pause in his words, letting them hang in the air until he rattled back against their ear. Well. My original plan was something of a referential journey. First, it was water. Then it was darkened clothing suited to this place. Finally topping it off with you are far from home. He paused, taking in an audible breath that ran along their ear as cold as the winter winds that plagued the heights. But there really is no point since ya ruined it. He said harrumphed by the whole ordeal and effort he put into his shenanigans.
She took note of his best friend. Looking down to Abyzou. He was the closest thing he could think of his best friend in the fact that he made his life easier, so tiring vast quantities of information. Did she mean Ais? The lad was great and all, but like most others, he was a meat shield until it finally clicked. The word ringing through his mind with eerie coldness a thousand fold over as his features darkened, going back ot that dark day in a pile of trash. Mammon. The words didn't roll off the tongue, they didn't reverberate in Mimikku they simply sat they're, darkening his mind in misery and gore. HE missed his death, or he simply pushed it to the back of his mind. but the man was far from his best friend. To each other, they were tools and Mammon had most assuredly made better use of him. Mammon you mean he is currently.... He paused, how could he explain death, the heaviest thing to weigh on someone's mind. As far as he knew, Mammon' wasn't coming back, and thought Xylo had only returned since he assumed Namekian's more plant than Slug, they drank water and reproduced asexually in a vein he could only compare to leaf cuttings. Dead. One too many schemes and it all fell underneath him. And as for what I was done, it was nothing. Zilch, not a thing. It was best they never learnt about the failed robbing of a bank. Or the mining operation. Or that one suicide family.
He slid a little into his chair, watching Abyzou simply float in the air picking at the pages of the book in absent minded boredom. They brought up a strange point. Not expecting to see any friends. Did that mean Opalescent hair had departed? Maybe they were never friends to be with, but someone who offers drink seemed to be the sort of person to fall under, 'Popular'. Though maybe water and drinks themselves fall under different connotations. "All your friends off-world too huh? Don't worry. I left all mine on Namek to take a week off work." At least, he hoped the papers for his work got through, he was the only one to sign the forms as well as even take the time to look at the stuff.
Abyzou coughed a little, breaking his voice open as the stitches unsewed and he spoke up in his menacing cackle. "Ya know. You could, I dunno go talk to her rather than look like a Pedophile watching children." He stated, Dantalion's ire growing as he quickly snapped his focus to such an outspoken remark. He raised his fingers, thwacking them down an inch ot his skull before being paused by his tiny arm pointing ahead of him. There were indeed a few children drawn around, and the parents seemed none too pleased by his glaring. He shifted a little, maybe it was time to meet face to face rather than stare at children awkwardly as he had a back and forth conversation. Mimikku
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Post by Mimikku on Sept 20, 2017 15:31:53 GMT
:: That actually seems like that I have messed up a really good game that would have been fun to do. For that I am sorry. :: She would send the message back to him as she had contemplated exactly what it was. Taking a few moments to keep her mind clear she would inhale and exhale the cold air. It honestly seemed that she would have had a nice fun time with the mind games with Dantalion yet she broke the game. When his words got to the point where he had mentioned the old friend of his. As Mimikku had known that Dantalion had informed her about her old friend but hearing that he had passed she closed her eyes.
:: I am sorry to hear that he is not on this plane of existence… Though I will admit death is not quite so final as you would think. As I have… passed on because of the actions of one of the many tyrants across the planet. I was sent there and I found a way to recover my own body and then I came back to this place. I… had emerged back within the city here as it was recovering. :: Mimikku openly admitted things that was completely out of the ordinary and if someone had not known someone that had travelled back and forth would think she was crazy. Looking up and toward the general area that she assumed that Dantalion was coming from.
Looking off in the distance she would notice a small group of parents and children. She stood slowly from her position. Stretching out her shoulder as she stood up. It was obvious that she was not the same woman that she was before. Her hair was darker than before and it seemed that she had transformed ever so slightly. If he headed her way she would smile at him widely. “Good to see that you are healthy.”
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Post by Dantalion on Sept 22, 2017 8:22:11 GMT
He paid little heed to their words. He didn't know them that well, and the idea of death being something other than the last trial in life seemed all but false. He had never met someone who came back from the dead> Xylo said he had, but that must have been hyperbole. The guy must have simply regenerated from a stasis. That's all it could have been, lest he had been lied, fibbed and told deceit for the past three years, but if only to affirm it, the only people who ever said they had risen from the dead had a certain cult tied to their beliefs. He looked to Abyzou, running a finger in a spiralling motion as he nodded. "Great. Have gonna meet with the crazy lady." He chimed as he hopped into his book as Dantalion clasped it close, running a finger against the air and putting Abyzou back where he belonged.
Slowly he made his way towards them the splintering cold, the running of ice along his skin as it tinged purple, his veins the following suit as it spread like spiders silk through his body. They opened with a strange statement. You look Healthy. It was far from true in this state, he paused a few steps back taking in a deep breath and pressing some fingers against his forehead. They had to have gone blind to think this haggard old form was healthy. He exhaled a deep cloud of black, rolling seems of purple sipped and slid throughout the cloud as he took a step, laying down on his own bed straight across from them, looking them in their eyes with a cocked brow and narrowed eyes. "Yes. I am sure the old man appearance is just the absolute prime of health." He retorted, a closed hand unfurling into an open palm with a shake of the head.
He laid back into his bed, hand running along it as he produced a blanket, wrapping it around his chest as what was slowly starting to look more like a coffin sucked and struck at the Earth beneath it, a small trail of grass turned purple, weeping, wilting, withering and overall. Dying underneath the Demonic Energy. "So than. What have you been up to?" Mimikku
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Post by Mimikku on Sept 27, 2017 18:02:02 GMT
Mimikku knew full well that she was not crazy as things had happened pretty much as she had described. Sadly it would seem that most people would not believe her. So she would probably just let it all slip away and push it into the depths of her mind. Her gaze would fall on him as he came over. Looking over the grotesque form of Dantalion would make most people retch or go away from him. Yet for Mimikku she did not even flinch nor move away from him.
“Meant you not the persona that you are showing to everyone else. As you in that regard appear to be in great health.” Her words would be soft and would linger within the cool air. As it would be honest as she had never truly had ill feelings toward Dantalion. Inhaling and exhaling as she continued to think on what it was that she would say.
“Well as for what I have been up to. I have been to Vegeta and back. While I was there I got involved inside of the internal affairs of the planet alongside this planets Kami. Standing there I felt I was almost ready to die within the moment but everyone stood down and it seemed that things were going to happen…” She would turn her gaze from away from him back toward him. Looking at the demon she would shrug.
“And to be honest I feel that things have not changed all that much. I was not able to help my people nor the fight that was headed toward Namek.”
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Post by Dantalion on Sept 28, 2017 15:38:24 GMT
He coiled a little back in his padded bed, arms crossed with a cocked brow. His mental state huh? He never really thought about it too much, where most men's mind would bore and dry out from the seemingly endless paper it only served to invigorate his mind. Mayhaps that was just his young mind, the wearings of time not rendering him complacent and bored with the most menial of tasks. But his mind rambled on as it was too often do with the setting Makyo Star not too far off in the distance. "Yes well... I don't really know how a persona could be unhealthy. Nor... A personality really." He paused, scratching his chin, sure they could be cancerous, detrimental, but unhealthy? The Cocaine was the unhealthy part, not the addictive personality.
They brought up Vegeta, finally he was given the chance to look deeper into it, finally, hear some affairs from the inside. Last time he tried to bring it up their friend screamed vile and hate, their tongue lashed with venom and left the scene rather awkward for the young Demon. "So, Kami and Vegeta?" He paused, fingers interlocking as his interest peaked, "Sounds like a busy time. Tell me, what is the atmosphere of Vegeta? Hoping the Mazoku done the job right." He had spilt the beans, but really he didn't mind, Mimikku seemed like the right sort that wouldn't be out for Mazoku blood. "And I have heard of this Kami. Blood thi-" His words were cut as his features grew dark, the words of import cutting him off.
"What do you mean. Heading to Namek?" Had he missed the fight? While he spoke in soft tones like old friends was his comrades dying? Was Xylo dying? Better yet. Was Helxi dying.Maybe by the time, he returned his entire plans could unravel in a single strike, Mazoku was gone, him the final remainder, bring back the army and go for round two. All seemed to be coming up Dantalion for once. At least, so long as it all unfolded the way he hoped. Which no doubt, some peace toting hippy would change all that. Xylo seemed to have a soft spot for that. Mimikku
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Post by Mimikku on Oct 5, 2017 14:55:04 GMT
She would shrug at his words. As she was thinking about Dantalion and what he was thinking about. Things would be happening and yet she was not fully understood about things. Especially with how the Mazoku lived and worked as she only knew about Xylo and their influence. Perhaps if things settled down within the universe she could learn about them and open up her mind. Yet her words came toward the planet of Vegeta and she heard his questioning words. “It was a horrible time… Watching my people continue to be enslaved to the Saiyans and not being able to do things. It really hurt my psyche to see it. As for the atmosphere… Well there is not a whole heck of a lot different. Maybe there was some more pollution to it but I am not certain.”
She spoke softly as she would bring a hand up to her forehead and lightly rub it as a slight headache would hit her. To her the words coming from him almost made her feel that he was prying a little deeper than she was giving him credit for. “I was heading toward Namek alongside others. As I was trying to go to assist but instead my pod malfunctioned and I was sent back home. So I landed here and well met you.” Shrugging once more as she was attempting to just figure a few things out as her mind was hurting.
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