Post by Lord Xylo on Dec 30, 2017 12:34:39 GMT
"A what?" Cassia inquired a second time.
"A farce, woman! Do I need to spell it out? I thought you were a scientist-- out of everyone here I didn't expect you to need a dictionary."
Xylo steamed angrily as he ripped open the lid on a plastic jar of trail mix. He scooped a handful into his mouth, and sighed in relief. It had a mixture of nuts and sweets from across the galaxy inside. It was a shame the Mazoku Lord couldn't read Vargas. If he could, he might have ordered an entire frigate of the jars to take home with him.
Thinking on it now, it was strange that his appetite had grown. He surmised he needed a slightly newer hobby to fill the void that his universe's soon-to-be peace left behind.
Cassia sighed at her lord, and plopped down on the chair next to him. She pulled out her phone, trying to log into the multiversal message boards in vain. "I don't get you, dude. You've been complaining since we got invited. If you didn't wanna come, then why'd you even show up? Hell-- since you did show up, what possessed you to sandbag so hard against Casper the Emo Ghost?"
The Namekian scowled. Cassia hated when he did that.
"I only showed as a show of good faith to the other leaders in our own universe. Wouldn't it look suspicious if I was the only galactic power who stayed home?" He let his words sink in as he spit out a chunk of chocolate that was a bit too sweet for him. "As for your other question... I don't really need the wish. I've got my own damn set of Dragon Balls at home."
"What about the fights themselves," Cassia said, brow raising, "I figured you'd at least want to tussle with a few of these guys since the whole peace thing is dropping down on the homefront."
Xylo clicked his tongue. "Please. If I wanted a fight, I'd go get one at home. All these rules and regulations make it a bore. What good would it do me if I beat Habana or Virtual Poi when each of us had half our limbs tied behind our backs and judges scoring us on our pirouettes? Besides, I'm not exactly jumping at the seams to fight these other versions of people I either don't like or don't know." His eyes wandered to the scoreboard with distaste. A more vicious version of himself from another dimension also lost in the first round, though he was disqualified rather than flat-out losing.
"Let's go home."
"Can't. It'd make us look like we were backing out on the peace thing, remember?"
Cassia groaned as she closed her phone. "Fine. Pass me nuts, or whatever."
The Mazoku quickly poured out some trail mix, and, perhaps in spite, they watched what remained of Round Two.
"A farce, woman! Do I need to spell it out? I thought you were a scientist-- out of everyone here I didn't expect you to need a dictionary."
Xylo steamed angrily as he ripped open the lid on a plastic jar of trail mix. He scooped a handful into his mouth, and sighed in relief. It had a mixture of nuts and sweets from across the galaxy inside. It was a shame the Mazoku Lord couldn't read Vargas. If he could, he might have ordered an entire frigate of the jars to take home with him.
Thinking on it now, it was strange that his appetite had grown. He surmised he needed a slightly newer hobby to fill the void that his universe's soon-to-be peace left behind.
Cassia sighed at her lord, and plopped down on the chair next to him. She pulled out her phone, trying to log into the multiversal message boards in vain. "I don't get you, dude. You've been complaining since we got invited. If you didn't wanna come, then why'd you even show up? Hell-- since you did show up, what possessed you to sandbag so hard against Casper the Emo Ghost?"
The Namekian scowled. Cassia hated when he did that.
"I only showed as a show of good faith to the other leaders in our own universe. Wouldn't it look suspicious if I was the only galactic power who stayed home?" He let his words sink in as he spit out a chunk of chocolate that was a bit too sweet for him. "As for your other question... I don't really need the wish. I've got my own damn set of Dragon Balls at home."
"What about the fights themselves," Cassia said, brow raising, "I figured you'd at least want to tussle with a few of these guys since the whole peace thing is dropping down on the homefront."
Xylo clicked his tongue. "Please. If I wanted a fight, I'd go get one at home. All these rules and regulations make it a bore. What good would it do me if I beat Habana or Virtual Poi when each of us had half our limbs tied behind our backs and judges scoring us on our pirouettes? Besides, I'm not exactly jumping at the seams to fight these other versions of people I either don't like or don't know." His eyes wandered to the scoreboard with distaste. A more vicious version of himself from another dimension also lost in the first round, though he was disqualified rather than flat-out losing.
"Let's go home."
"Can't. It'd make us look like we were backing out on the peace thing, remember?"
Cassia groaned as she closed her phone. "Fine. Pass me nuts, or whatever."
The Mazoku quickly poured out some trail mix, and, perhaps in spite, they watched what remained of Round Two.