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Post by Vennel on May 21, 2015 23:58:10 GMT
[Power Level: 12'384] The winds were howling in the twilight hours of the Vegetan wastes. Walking through them, was a single Saiyan, dressed in an unassuming cloak of a beige color, designed to help her blend in more easily to her new surroundings. Her armor, normally bright and attention-seeking, now made secondary to her desire to remain hidden while awaiting contact from the Saiyan Traditionalist movement. But for the time being, her scouter picked up now threats directly coming her way, which was good, since she was out for food, needing to fill herself. "Tch, this place really is disappointingly empty."Mumbling to herself, Vennel continued through the canyon, searching for something to hunt, when her scouter finally picked something up. "Ah, a battle power of one hundred-thirty. Perfect, hello dinner."The power level fit right along the lines of the Waste Treaders' power levels. They were a rather large, six-legged reptillian herbavore that typically resided in the wastes of Vegeta, surviving mostly on cacti-like plants that were high in water content. But the most important part to Vennel was the fact they were large, meaning more meat, meaning a big dinner. The scouter showed that the creature would have been to the west a few klicks away. Looking to that direction, all she could see were some craggy rock formations, which probably explained why she hadn't seen any at a distance. It was times like these that she wished she had a better quality scouter, one that could detect weaker power levels at a greater distance, but sadly, unless there were several small power levels together, it was useless for such a thing. Regardless, she now had her target and set off to get it. Quickly leaping over into the rocks that over looked a valley where the treader was supposed to be, she saw it. A lone treader, smaller than a full grown one, so it was likely a young bull seperated from the larger group, perhaps over a lost fight for control of the group. Sad for him, lucky for her. She licked her lips hungrily before she leapt down off the rocks and broke into a light jog pace over toward the beast. The sounds of her motion and her steady approach alerted the beast to her presence and it began to run in the opposite direction from her. Oh if only it knew just what it was in for, "stupid animal," she thought. Vennel quickly increased her speed and before long she was about to over take it's gait. Approaching from its right flank, she looked over at the creature and smiled at it. It looked over to her, likely about to look over it's shoulder to see if it was getting away, but to it's dismay, and great surprise she was right beside it. "Hi there beautiful~."And as she spoke, she jumped at it, leaping on the beast's back, and grabbing it's head between her hands, and then pouring her weight down into the ground, forcing the beast's head to colide with the rock and sand beneath them. Pulling back her fist, she let it loose into the back of the creatures skull, and forced it to stop moving, effectively killing the large meal. When her ride had finished coming to a halt, she happily leapt off the beast, picking it's body up and taking it with her inbetween two large rock formations, and set about to cooking the beast's meat, before tearing on of it's legs off to focus on cooking at least that much. * * * Tearing into the food, the Saiyan woman relaxed as she happily consumed the fresh kill. The sun was nearly down and night had nearly fallen at last. Usagi was no doubt doing whatever it was he wanted around the "home cave," as they had begun to call it. She'd allowed the boy a bit more lattitude since she could track him quite easily, but also because she wanted to toughen the boy up. He may be a slave, but since they only had eachother to depend on, she had to have something reliable in such regard. But as her thoughts waxed introspective, she continued eating, the light from her fire lighting the small rock formation she had taken shelter in. Tomorrow would surely be a new and interesting day.
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Post by Radasha on May 23, 2015 1:20:02 GMT
[ Thread PL: 4,877 ]
High above the wastes a pod was hurtling through the sky. It appeared to be heading towards Vegeta's capital...until a small explosion erupted from the side and the pod changed course abruptly. The failing craft hit the ground and slid to a stop, digging quite the trench in it's wake. The smoking sphere sat quietly for a moment until muffled cursing sounded out inside. THUMP! The occupant banged against the hatch. THUMP! The pod gave a hiss after a bit of persuasion, and it's hatch slowly creaked open.
A very grumpy looking Radasha stood up out of the pod, suit tattered, armor cracked and broken in places but the woman herself relatively fine. "Cheap piece of crap!" she growled, kicking the pod. "Damn thing is on it's last legs...Why can't they make them sturdier..". Sighing, the Saiyan looked around and reached into the pod to fish out her scouter. It'd gotten knocked off during the landing. Grabbing the device and placing it on her left ear, she adjusted it a bit as she looked around. "Gonna have to get Acadova to come by later to get this hunk of junk...."
Using her scouter to scan around, she grumbled, "Damn thing's scrambled...can't get any adequate readings." she said to herself. It was picking up things but the readout was all jumbled. The device was malfunctioning. "Another piece of crap....At least I can easily replace this one..."
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Post by Deleted on May 23, 2015 1:44:45 GMT
[PL 5,856]
Things weren't exactly the best of expectations but he wasn't trying to think of the past or what was bad today. That was for later for now he was carrying those disgusting little lizards two in each hands by their tails. Saiyans sure did eat weird food and so much of it he could hardly believe that when one implied a meal they'd hunt so much and eat what to him would have been a few days of rations. Vennel may have had her looks but she certainty was lucky for certain saiyan batabalism of she'd have more chunks then curves.
He was looking for her having little luck as he made his way around the rather unpleasant terrain. Ah who was he kidding it was all unpleasant now. None of it was really worth looking at it was odd creatures he didn't know and deadly warriors who did who knows what for fun. He had heard some sort of boom and crash and presumed sadly that Vennel was up to something that would make travel and plans go ahead with trouble. His short four five stature shaking a bit at the thought. He really didn't desire to come across more crazy types. He hadn't even eaten yet running towards the sound clutching the lizards in his hands his blue gloves black pants and shirt covered by his thick grey cloak.Blue rocket boots clacking on the ground as he quickly made his way along the dust and rocky grounds.
His small frame and grayish hair rounded the corner nearly skidding on his feet hopping a couple times on one foot as he turned around in a quickly stop to see hoping to see Vennel a little irritated it'd taken as long as it did. Planting his feet down and speaking loudly as the young boyish blue Tuffle yelled out. "Do you really have to go running so far off! It wasn't easy finding these little things let alone do I know how to properly cook them Vennel! And another thing!" He was so frantic and hated the outdoors like this and what little he knew of survival outside of Tuffle life he spoke before taking proper view as he was not pausing his extend finger pointing at not Vennel... It was another women... Another saiyan if he had to guess. A crashed ship of some kind as well rather crude ruble now in a way. He didn't really know what to say though as he paused staring at the woman. Blinking a few times since he'd just been a little rude of his own way when he'd appeared. "You're... not the woman I thought you were... Well then." Gulping for a moment and smiling goofy as the Tuffle wasn't really sure what to do at this point. Wondering where was Vennel and why she couldn't be closer.
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Post by Vennel on May 23, 2015 2:22:50 GMT
Tossing aside the bone of the beast she had just finished eating, it landed at the same time that she heard a loud crash nearby. For a split second she thought she had thrown her discard away too violently. But after a moment of getting her wits back, she realized she had company. Standing up, she tapped her scouter, and began to scan the area.
Immediately, two power levels were identified, one that was much closer to the crash, and one approaching it. Damn, was she found already by more bounty hunters? But before she could really think over what was going on, she heard a familiar voice.
That little alien again. It seemed he has back with the rest of her dinner, or rather, he better have been. But one of the power levels, close to what his was at so presumably his, was approaching the other as he could hear his voice coming from that direction shouting out to her. The only problem was, he was approaching the other individual. Her scouter finally gave her a report on the power level of their visitor, but thankfully, it clocked in at just under 4'900. A high power level that would have definitely given her cause for concern, had she only arrived a few days earlier.
But as she was now, Vennel was back in good condition, and had grown significantly. Still, she wondered why this newcomer had arrived. She instead, climbed through the rocky crag and got a better vantage point of their newcomer. She seemed well dressed and well armored, her pod was a rust bucket, but Vennel was no one to complain, her pod wasn't much better. And she seemed a great deal older than most Saiyans she knew. For saiyans it was tricky, they seemed to retain a youthful appearance until the point their body began to decay faster than they could make up for it with training. So she could have been anywhere from between her own age, and fifty. However, the way the woman carried herself, Vennel just had a feeling she was a good deal older than her.
Deciding that hiding was not becoming of a warrior such as herself, she hopped up out of her hiding spot between two rocks, and landed atop one of them, overlooking the wrecked scene. Instead, however, she remained silent to see how things played out. Perhaps the bounty hunter would leave if she just saw Icarus here and didn't know better, figuring he was the power level she found. But then she'd probably be able to pick her up easily anyways. Time would tell, however, as she waited nearby to see how the interaction played out.
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Post by Radasha on May 23, 2015 2:34:11 GMT
Radasha was still messing around with her scouter, trying to get it to read right, when the little alien walked up to her, yelling. The Saiyan froze, her hand stopping what it was doing as her eyes slowly locked onto the white haired little man. A look that said 'who the hell do you think you're talking to like that?'. Her eyes narrowed as she spoke: "What are you doing out here? Where's your master?" she asked. Seemed she thought the little alien was a slave. He scouter pinged as Vennel approached. It didn't give Radasha a readout on her power level but it at least let her know another being was approaching. She turned to look at her, pointing to the little man. "Is this yours?"
As she waited for a reply she looked the younger woman up and down. Something oddly familiar about her...Like she didn't know her personally what heard about her from somewhere...
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Post by Deleted on May 23, 2015 12:19:25 GMT
A heavy sigh passed from his lips. One to the other it was the same. You didn't really have to guess with saiyans it seemed. You could just for the most part meet one you met them all it felt lately. his eyes would twitch a bit as well. The idea of being owned... asked about a master. What was this all about! Saiyans and their rude manners he thought to himself you might likely actually find better manners from monkey breeds of creatures then saiyans themselves. Calling them monkey form his perspective would be too much a compliment. His anger triggered some of his defensive systems as electronic waves invisble to the eye were in the air. Causing nearby scouters to give off light static in the screens and a little back feed sound in the ear piece. It picked up the more angry he got.
[SU: Digitize]
"Oi Oi Oi! I'm no ones underling nor am I owned...Well not really...Kinda...SHUT UP! Please look at me when addressing me you tailed buffoon! Just because Vennel stands above me doesn't mean I ow another like her any more respect... I may give it to Vennel but you have no right to speak to me as such... Disgusting simply unacceptable." He seemed pissed throwing the lizards down on the ground and turning his back to them for the moment. He wasn't really sure what he was. all he really knew is he wouldn't survive without Vennel and likely not survive if he tried to leave. The word slave however was something he'd not tolerate and his ears would listen carefully for. "I may have offered to show Tuffle dining to you Vennel but I swear if this thing stays I will not sully my hands by cooking for it too." By know Vennel would have realized he was more the scholarly type. Good with his mind but he didn't take well to such banter of saiyans. More so a gentlemen thrown into a barrel of monkeys... monkeys. He spin back around pointing his finger at the woman. "Hmm wait Vennel! You talked about bounty hunters! Could this be one of them!... She doesn't look all that strong..." Scratching his head looking her over from top to bottom closing the gap with little concern looking her literally from boot tip to her head a few feet away. "Interesting... Definitely interesting..." Taking various mental notes on height features her armor as well as it was a different style. A few things taking interest of.
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Post by Vennel on May 23, 2015 18:09:14 GMT
A grin curled onto te girl's lips. She watched as their new guest seemed to be wearing a scouter and very aware of her presence. As the looked the warrior over, it seemed she wasn't interested in hostilities, or perhaps she just didn't recognize her? Or maybe she was originally headed out here, and after seeing the disparity between their power levels, gave up on that idea. Then again, wouldn't explain the crash here in the desert, unless she were one for a flashy entrance.
Hearing the Saiyan warrior ask if Icarus were 'hers' she couldn't help but laugh out loud. While it wasn't really the case, that was the story they had to go with, to make sure Icarus wasn't just kidnapped and thrown into slavery, or assaulted for being a visiting alien.
"Something like that."
It wasn't long after that Icarus began to voice his displeasure, and her scouter started to act up. It was the second time recently that this had happened. Darn thing must be on the fritz. She thought that having Icarus look at her scouter and repair it would have fixed this feed back issue, but it seemed to still persist. But then Icarus threatened not to cook for her, while she wasn't opposed to just cooking on her own, he did promise to cook a meal for her, and if it wasn't to her liking then she could do as she pleased. And to be honest, she wanted to try her meats prepared slightly differently. One tended to get bored with the same basic camp fire cooking.
"No, no, don't be so hasty.
It was hard to believe that words of wisdom were coming from her of all people, but looking back at her companion, his next words caused her to shrug. She'd already given thought to this line of thought. But now that he'd hinted that they knew potentially what she was, there was no use bothering to keep it quiet.
"Depends, are you? You know my name, since my friend here said it, and you know what I look like. Here to collect for your precious ministry?"
She slid down off the large rock she stood atop before. Reaching the bottom, she sauntered closer to the crashed pod and it's occupant as she gave her a a once-over again. She looked vaguely familiar herself, something about that hair.
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Post by Radasha on May 23, 2015 20:44:23 GMT
Radasha was still fiddling with her scouter when the alien began to fly into an angry rant. On top of that her scouter seemed to screw up even more, emitting a high pitch sound in the ear piece, causing her to pull it from her ear. These two situations caused her own anger to boil. "Who the hell do you think you're talking to like that you little shrimp!?" she growled, stepping towards him. "I am a high class warrior, I have the right to talk to you however I want." she said, crossing her arms as she glared daggers at him.
"And calling me a 'thing'? What even ARE you? You're nothing like what I've seen! You're more a 'Thing' than I am!" she snapped, tail lashing about in irritation. At the talk of bounty hunters however, Radasha looked over to the other woman again. Vennel?....Vennel Vennel Vennel...That name was ringing some bells. "Aren't you that girl who killed a squadmate over a dispute about food?" she asked. She chuckled a bit. "Yeaaah...Father was not too happy over that."
"And about your bounty, you'll have no issue with me...I don't go after those things...And I don't know where you're hiding out exactly so I couldn't claim the reward for locating you." she said, shrugging. "Besides...if you succeeded in your attempt to overthrow them, it'd be their own fault...Shouldn't be ruling this planet if you can't defend your positions.."
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Post by Deleted on May 23, 2015 23:22:51 GMT
It was agitating dealing with this time and time again. Each new face he saw either wanted to insult or eat him lately. It was wearing thin on ones nerves and temper quickly. He'd sigh a bit pushing the lizard corpses together in a pile for later. Each was large like a small dog it was a waste to really not make them. A bit of plants tired around their ankles to keep them from being blown away. But he'd at least keep up the tease for now of not cooking them. Tuffle cooking was a mastery and the fact that once the war started many desired quality of life even when in the field they'd master many forms of cooking with bare materials. It was actually surprising how many local plant life could be used as spices for sweet and tangy flavors. Learning in the worst of times to make the best of things. What little joy folks used to have around a fire before or after a battle.
She asked not to be hasty but he still felt a little a burnt. The fact Vennel often mentioned ministry and the fact they were after her was more a comfort then a worry. Something he felt... a kinship too though he'd never admit it. Being chased having people want you dead. She took it differently then he would and did but. It was still something he knew of how it felt. He didn't like such things though. One group taking such high command over life. Also being very bad at it apparently given current companions still being alive and all.
He'd roll his eyes however as the woman was at it again. This over baring pride like a bear puffing out its chest saying look at me! I am master of this den. His cheeks puffed a little in displeasure. "Oh pish posh...an I am no shrimp! You are all just too damn tall! Giants I tell you it'd make sense with all that aggravation you store away... High class this High class that what is this over bound love for ranking your race has found as well. The way I remember it the strong were at the pack head but this high class variety I do not remember.... Vennel is there a reason for this? Is she born above others for some reason?" It was confusing and highly aggravating. To be talked down to so easily and quickly pushed to being second class in idea. Rude and ill mannered of which there was no excuse. It was wearying thin on him. But he tried to keep his cool and remain calculated even if the act had him lightly quivering with tense sensation of anger. But he took deep breaths and counted to himself in his head. 'Just stay cool Icarus don't need to make too big a scene' he'd think in his head.
So he was a thing... A thing. He'd also note that Vennel had apparently killed someone over a food squabble. Although that was something he could believe. Food and battle were appearing to be the biggest thrill they went for. So it made sense they'd come hand in hand at times. However being insulted then turned away from was something that he really didn't enjoy. His eye twitching as he he though what to say. "I..I never.." He'd mutter nearly silently. The shorter boy walking around a few steps the woman who'd turned from him. Using all the strength and speed he had of which he was becoming more aware of late and shot a hand for the womans Tail. The way it moved around annoying and it seemed to react as she got agitated as well. Trying to grab it as she was watching Vennel with all the speed he could muster in a attempt. He'd remembered he was able to lightly use a blast effect on Vennel so maybe in the distracted state he could get a hand on it. Ready to leap back if she through a hand towards him whether he grabbed it or not. Thinking she'd possibly be agitated if he touched it.
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Post by Vennel on May 24, 2015 0:04:17 GMT
Vennel reached up to tap the side of her scouter, turning it off, since the feed back was growing to be a bit of a nuisance at this point. But watching the scene in front she had to suppress a laugh. She'd not seen Icarus in this sort of situation before, in fact, she'd only recently met him. And since when they met, Vennel enterred into a fight with him, she'd only seen what he was like in a fight. So seeing him react like a child to the Elite's comments, she shook her head.
But what piqued her interest, was when the elite brought up something about her being barred from interplanetary travel. Growling she nearly turned a bit hostile in her conversation about that, but when she said something about 'father,' that's what really intrigued her. Even despite the elite's claim that she wasn't after the bounty, her mind was still focused on the first bit of potential news about what the heck happened. Because by all accounts, if a Saiyan died while on mission, it was frowned upon, but there was rarely ever such repricussions. And if Silan had spoken correctly, her family would have tried to get some revenge against her.
"What are you talking about? Was your father one of the ones responsible for getting me taken off the active roster? Are you related to Silan?!"
Her voice was high as she seemed really interested in that line of thought. She was pressing it, despite Icarus' questions about whether the woman had any real right to demand that sort of respect. But when she noticed he went and tried to grab the Elite's tail, she grinned, hoping that perhaps this wouldn't back fire in the little guys' face. After all, most elites had trained their tails to be resistant to pressure like that. But if they were lucky, she wouldn't have such training yet, and wouldn't simply retaliate on Icarus. Heck, if she was really lucky, this would be the perfect chance to get in some interrogation.
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Post by Radasha on May 24, 2015 0:31:08 GMT
Radasha was about to answer Vennel. She hadn't really known the relative, it had been her father who was more peeved about it than she. She had merely questioned him about a report she'd seen him with one day. She WOULD'VE answered had the white haired man not take a grab at her tail. He hadn't managed to get a good grip on it, merely squeezed the tip before it pulled loose. But it was enough to cause Radasha to stumble back, legs going weak for a moment. Her eyes went from Vennel to the 'shrimp'. No words. No shouts of anger. Just the coldest glare that, if it were possible, would probably have frozen the man solid.
She said nothing as she raised her hand up to her hip, electricity-like ki beginning to dance along it. She was charging an attack it seemed, a purple aura erupting around her body as she stared at the white haired alien. She wasn't going to reprimand him. Shout at him not to do it again. No. She was going to beat him hallow. And if he was still breathing afterwards, then he could remember never to touch her tail again. To never touch ANY saiyan's tail.
Bolts of ki struck out from her hand, striking the ground underneath her and zapping into the air as her attack charged, cracks spreading out from beneath her feet. It was pretty obvious she was angry...
[ Charging [N1] Bomber DX 33% > 66%]
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Post by Deleted on May 24, 2015 0:47:26 GMT
It peeked his interest to say the least the way she tumbled from the grip something set off from the light grip on the furry thing. The grasp wasn't strong enough to keep a grip but her reaction warranted further inspection. He'd be inquiring about this in the future possible desiring more examples or experimentation. There was much data he needed to gather on this race to feel more comfortable around them that had been clear since he'd awoken. "So its like a reaction inducing limb.. I didn't think of it to have any downsides." Still not sure to what degree it did yet though.
But she was hardly pleased as to what was meant to simply be a means of getting her attention in a more direct manner. Her palm was raised and electrical energy was forming somewhat similar to what he'd been seeing more recently with local population. It seemed many of these warriors no longer only had large blast energy when in the Ape form they had in times of worry. He'd however jump back a couple paces his hands clacking together at the wrists as blue gloves held together and a light bright orb appeared in his palms His fingers focusing energy from their points to form the larger orb in his palm. He had energy and strength he was slowly learning he was more powerful then he remember. Another mystery he didn't have time to think on much. "You have insulted me first and this tail thing you've shown is new to me... Curious. But please do not continue this foolish action. Battle over such silly things is not worth blood shed. Perhaps you should simply calm down and answer my companion like a good soldier." Trying to be polite but clearly a little miffed at being targeted a again. This time not just with insults but he had a little more practice with this after the fight with Vennel. He still didn't fully comprehend it but could summon it when he had a great need. Seemingly easier when in danger.
The energy gathered quickly and easily held together well in a perfect sphere as the ki reactors in his body helped generate it keeping the power charging and pumping preparing it to be much more ferocious with the passing moments it wasn't launched. Pooling energy together. His eyes shifting to Vennel momentarily clearly the look suggesting he didn't really expect this. Often so far making miscalculations when it came to saiyan types.
[N1 Digit Blast: 33% charging]
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Serori Satsumaimo
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Post by Serori Satsumaimo on May 24, 2015 2:45:49 GMT
The debris falling around the Saiyaness lifted her heart. How it felt, to be free of that prison. However many years she'd been forced to stay, the experiments played on her brain and blood. All they had succeeded in doing was making her stronger. And, her memory was coming back, though in patches rather than whole strands.
Serori Satsumaimo. That is me. Hated by Saiyans and Arcosians alike. Empress of...some place. But why am I hated...why was I forced to become an outcast? Why was I betreayed by my friend...who WAS my friend?
Thoughts flew around her skull, as she tried to piece everything together. The only things she knew for a fact right now was her name was Serori Satsumaimo, the two races hated her for something, and she was the strongest person on this planet. It didn't matter what planet she was on, she knew that she was the strongest. She REMEMBERED that she was extraordinarily powerful, so it must be true. She stared at her arms, one normal, one wretched and clawed, flexing muscles and fingers that had remained still for so long. Yes, she could feel the power returning, flowing through her veins.
Throwing back her head, wild hair flying, she let out a raucous cackle. It was SO good to be alive! She turned from the now ruins, lying in its own dust. She looked around, seeing matching ruins, sand, wind blowing small debris. It was a fitting entrance, and would be the first stepping stone to return Serori back to her rightful place, above everyone else. Wanting to return to civilization and have some fun, she began drawing in power. Letting ki flow through her whole body, she attempted to float...and nothing happened. Shaking her head, she decided to just start walking. After all, what really was the rush? She was so strong, there was nothing that could stop her. Hell, she might just blow up a quarter of the planet, just for shits and giggles!
Serori decided that wasn't actually a good idea, as fun as it sounded. After all, she couldn't quite remember her own techniques, or fighting style. It'd all come in time, thoughh, and she smiled at the thought of it. She had her power, so she thought, all she needed was her abilities. Everything else would fall easily into place, like a children's puzzle.
Two hours into her walk, she began to feel more power. Having woken up not that long ago, she couldn't quite tell how strong it was, but just knew there was someone...no, some ones, who were not too far away. She quickened her pace, coming upon three beings, two clearly female saiyans by the look of their breasts and tail. The third, she was unsure. She merely smiled, pointed teeth showing, as she waltzed into the middle of the fray, completely ignoring the battle and charging techniques.
Serori took in as much about her surroundings as possible, noting all possible hiding places, spots of high piled sand, holes, bumps, or ditches. But most importantly, a window, reflecting something white, bright, and round. Cloud cover prevented the legendary oozaru transformation that would allow her to simply annihilate these traitors on the spot.
Are they traitors? Or was I the traitor...or both??
Ignoring her own thoughts, she let out a loud 'tch'.
"Well well, well. What have we here? Two Saiyans and a weird blue man. Oh what fun I will have." She left just enough pause in her speech to allow someone to start, but only to cut them off.
"You may, or may not, know who I am. And if you know me, you will fear to hear my name. For, it is I, the powerful Empress Serori Satsumaimo! If you think you can take me on by yourselves, then have at me! If you flee, I will think no less of you, but will still chase you down, hunt you like a fox. It is what I would do in your shoes. And after all, maybe even for you it would be fun." She bared her pointed teeth, and flexed her right arm, overly muscled, veiny, off-color and clawed.
She would let them make their choices, looking at their faces in order to draw in any fear the mention of her name would instill in their hearts. She would hold off on breaking the cloud cover.
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Post by Vennel on May 24, 2015 18:14:11 GMT
Those two are really going at it, she thought. Vennel watched as Icarus nearly grabbed the tail, and it did indeed send a weakned reaction through the long haird Saiyan's tail. And naturally, she was infuriated by the act. Vennel could hardly blame her, after all Icarus had essentially made a cardinal sin by doing that. But based on the elite's power level, Icarus would have no trouble handling her in a fight, especially since she seemed intent to start one.
Seeing that her arm began to charge with ki, and Vennel was thinking she'd step in and smooth things out, perhaps, but her attention was instead distracted by some strange alien walking into the middle of the fray. It had strange horns, a weird hand, dark skin and red hair. Another unknown alien species. And what's more, she was claiming she should be known, and feared, that she was an empress of something. Vennel's eye twitched at the mention that she might be an Empress, because there was no singular leader of Vegeta, and it certainly wasn't this filthy alien.
"Don't know who you are, don't care. This is getting out of hand, there are way too many of you aliens claiming shit that never happened these past few days. Vegeta has no Empress, so you can knock that shit right off. And you're going to be shutting up right about..."
With that, her body vanished from sight, or rather, seemed like it faded away like an optical illusion, but nearly at the same time her voice came from behind the alien.
[Zanzoken Used]
"...now."
So too did an axe-kick, her leg high above the alien's head, and coming swinging down, aiming to kick the alien's head into the ground. Bringing her leg down, Vennel partially wondered how poweful the alien would be, but also how it would react. With Icarus busy, she had to deal with this newcomer. She wished she knew just how strong this one was, or wasn't, but with her scouter on the firtz and being off, she was left to stumble around in the dark, so to speak.
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Post by Radasha on May 24, 2015 22:36:43 GMT
Radasha glared at the greyish blue skinned man as her attack kept charging, the electricity getting more erratic. Then she blinked. Who the hell was this? Some strange woman had walked between them shouting some non-sense about being an empress. Radasha was inclined to believe she was insane. Probably had been running around the waste too long. This kinda threw her off though, the situation going from tense to awkward in a matter of moments. She was debating whether to continuing with her intended target or to just blast the crazy woman for getting the way. She WAS asking for it it seemed.
Vennel had suddenly appeared behind the woman at that time. Well...seemed the other saiyan had called dibs. What was she doing again? Oh right, blasting some ignorant alien scum. But now she kinda wanted to watch the fight that was sure to result. Decisions decisions... She pouted a bit. On one hand...she wanted to punish the fool for touching her lovely tail...on the other...she didn't want to miss the fight. This was hard...
[ charge: Stopped at 66%]
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