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Post by Vennel on May 31, 2015 7:05:29 GMT
[ Heavy Weights on | Power level reading: 17'400 ] [Due to the nature of the thread, this will of course be open to all. However, if your character is not an Elite, I would ask that you at least explain why they are here.] This was by far, probably the worst part about her new post. Having to spend her time appeasing the nobility. She hadn't been queen for long, but since she was, and especially since she was not an elite, she had to rub elbows with those who were to get their support for the throne, or at least show that she wasn't just some brute. At the very least, she knew that she could count on Radasha to be in attendance, so there was at least one familiar face that would be in attendance. In her quarters, she was getting herself dressed into her battle armor, despite the protests of Pumbuken, who was standing by the door way. "Your highness, please. I understand you may have a fondness for your personal armor, but you should look your best for the guests. Wearing the royal armor I had commissioned for you would show that-"But he was cut off, part ways through his statement, by a gruff interjection on Vennel's behalf. "I am already inviting them here to eat with them, and talk about... what ever it is that they talk about. This is my armor, it is good enough for combat, and thus it is good enough for formal occasions. Or do you mean to tell me Saiyans have fallen so far that we now have to worry about dressing up 'pretty' more?"Pumbuken simply sighed. He knew there was no making Vennel budge, not on this matter. But he had to at least try, after all, Vennel was just a middle class Saiyan, and it was his responsibility to make sure she was respected by the other Saiyans. "Fine, fine. But you best be on your best behavior. Some of these representatives are from families that span nearly a dozen generations of Elite-borne warriors. They're very prestigeous, and to them, you're just an upstart who took the throne by force.""Is that not the way it has been done for eons? If they will not respect me, then perhaps I should give them a reason to."Vennel clenched her fist, flexing her arm, as if to illustrate just what she meant by that last line. Much to Pumbuken's chagrin, he looked peeved, as his eye twitched out of irritation. "No- I mean, this is what I mean. You can't just muscle your way everywhere. Granted, your strength is well respected. But these Elites have long since established their respect through generations of their family's lineage. The least you can do is afford them a smidgen of respect.""I will do as I please. They have done nothing but be born to their power. However, they have squandered it, other wise one of them would be sitting on that throne right now, not me."Pumbuken was about to protest, but he hated to admit she had a point. The Elites had, for the most part, grown very over confident with themselves, and compacent, in recent generations. Most did not train as much as they spent their time lording over their charges. He waved his hand to her dismissively, but then glanced down at a data pad in his hand. "One more thing, a very large power level, one rivaling your own, touched down on Vegeta a few hours ago. I haven't been able to ascertain their intent, but they appear to be Saiyan, more than likely a half breed based on reports of their appearance. I believe they may have learned of your rise to power.""Do you think I have anything to worry about?"Vennel was putting on her last glove, as she spoke, looking over her shoulder at Pumbuken, before she approached him. He shook his head, before putting the datapad away. "I don't believe so. But still, be cautious. I would hate for something to interrupt the feast."She nodded along with him. While she didn't much care for the pomp and circumstance, this would be the first time in a while she had tasted Icarus' cooking. He had passed on his recipes for some dishes from his people to the cooks in the palace, meaning that the Elite were going to at least see that she was capable of providing good food. Indeed, the cooks seemed amazed by his recipes, simple yet elegant, flavorful and bold, they were one of a kind. Vennel approached the door, as it slid open for her automatically. Stepping out of the room, Pumbuken followed. The two made their way to the main hall, where a long table had been set up to span the majority of the length of the renovated throne room. She took her seat at the table, which was the throne, naturally. The room was mostly barren, but the feast was about to begin, which meant soon the guests would be arriving. She had invited Icarus to attend, if he chose to, since he was curious about his people, it may have been a chance to speak with the Elites, if they would give him the time of day. She offered for him to see if they knew anything about what he was talking about, as the Elite houses apparently had scholars among them, in most cases. But at the same time, she wasn't too sure if they would even speak with an alien. TIme would definitely tell, however. And sure enough, the first of the guests made their way in. Pumbuken greeting them as they entered, announcing their name, the house they hailed from, et cetera. It was all very boring to her, as she didn't care for much of these individuals. It was her belief they were the very stigma she saught to rid her people of, and here they were, welcomed to eat with her. Her jaw clenched as she ground her teeth in irritation at the notion that she was being forced to curry their support through entertaining them like some sort of clown. She was the Queen of the Saiyans, her power was large, and she was unquestioned when she sought the throne. If they wished to test her, they should have spoken up then and there. One by one, the guests continued to filter in, altogether there would be an attendance somewhere close to a few dozen. The only people she kept an eye out for, however, were Icarus and Radasha, as they were going to be her familiar faces, each with a chair near her end of the table, should they choose to attend. Her eyes scanned the crowd, hoping to spy one of them entering.
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Post by Radasha on May 31, 2015 8:05:32 GMT
Radasha was arriving just as Vennel entered the room. From her being announced, it'd be known by anyone who did not know that she hailed from House Bloodroot. She was wearing what looked like a battle suit similar to her other outfit but more....decorative. The suit under the armor was full body it seemed instead of her usual 'sleeveless' look. She wore gloves instead of the wrist guards. Black with purple trim. Her boots were the same. Her armor was similar to her usual armor but it had a polished look to it, with her House's crest on the chest. A blue skinned alien with long white hair and a full beard followed her, decked out in similar attire, minus the sleeves and with the addition of a bandanna around the top of his head. A servant of hers perhaps.
She took her seat and the alien stood behind her some feet away from the table, arms crossed. He simply glanced around the room, keeping a stern expression on his face. Radasha on the other hand was looking across the table at another Saiyan woman who was shooting her a smug look. "Aspra..." she growled under her breath. The woman seemed to be dressed in similar armor. She probably belonged to the same house. Radasha just huffed before turning to Vennel. "So how has your time as Queen been so far?" she asked. Vennel did not look like she was enjoying the event so far. Radasha couldn't blame her. She sighed a bit before looking around the table some more, waving at one male Saiyan whom she seemed to recognize, before returning her full attention to Vennel.
What she really wanted right now is the food. She heard Icarus had shown the cooks some of his recipes and she was eager for more of his food. The little blue imp knew how to cook that was for sure. She looked around for him as she though that, and would greet him if he was present.
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Post by Kaula on May 31, 2015 8:49:16 GMT
[thread PL:92,774 | weighted PL: 23,194] [Heavy Weights: on] [PL currently suppressed: reads at 650] It was all nice and calm! Yes, good! Think that everything was all hooky doory or whatever. But, earlier that day, there had been reports of a LARGE power level, one greater then the queen's, infact. But, apparently, as it was touching down on the planet.. It just seemed to have vanished! Pretty suspicious, most would think. While others had decided to assume it was sometype of weird scouter glitch.
But, as they were about to find out.. It was no glitch. Kaula had been training on the ship ride over, thinking of what her old teacher used to.. Well.. Teach her! Hikari, teaching her about control and all. Trying to calm herself. And, in all that mumbo-jumbo meditating, she had actually managed to supress her power level, able to enter in what she decided to call 'stealth mode' So now, all she was doing was striding through the capital, having decided to leave Tariph to her own devices, for now, and wander. The halfblood Saiyan elite was clad in her usual gear; Weighted vest and shoes, chest armor (that was sporting her family's crest on the right breast), t-shirt, baggy pants, and her long sword sheathed on her back. Only now.. She seemed to also have a long, slightly tattered, cloak on, the hood currently down. She sort of wondered where her mother was, right now, but she had decided to not just show up to the house. ... Not yet, anyway. She decided to stop at a nearby bar.
Kaula paused as she noticed two of the patrons locked in a heated arm wrestling match, but decided to simply move past them and towards the bar. She'd offer the man behind it a smile, but he seemed to roll his eye. He was a tough-looking Saiyan, his hairline receding.. Seemed to be missing an eye, unless he was wearing that eye patch for fashion! "So. How's this new queen treatin' ya?" she'd ask before glancing up at the monitor, which was showing the feed of the queen's great fight! "Good." he grumbled. However, Kaula seemed to pause when she noticed a familiar figure in the video.. Was that.. Radasha..? Her mother..? "I hear she's throwing some fancy party for all the elites or whatever." he continued. This popped an idea in that little, mischievous head of her's. "You don't.. Say.." she muttered before turning to run off. She had a dinner to crash.
She found it. ... Eventually. Turns out they were holding the dinner in the palace, not the last few buildings she barged into. .. Boy, were people mad. Still, she glanced up to the palace, adjusting her scouter a bit. This was, apparently, where her mother was. ... And probably her other family, but they didn't matter as much to her! But, a thought arose! Her mother hadn't seen her in forever! Does she still remember her..? Would she be proud of her daughter!? ... Would she forgive her for the extravagant entrance she was about to make..? Only time would tell as she pulled her hood up and went to try to find a window to sneak into.
It wasn't easy. No. Wasn't easy at all. But she eventually snuck in. She wanted this to be a surprise! A surprise not only for her mother, but for all, of course! She had found some elites who were making their way towards some large room, so she was simply trailing behind him, the mocha-colored Saiyan keeping quiet beneath her robed visage. And, once she had seemed to reach the room.. She was suddenly stopped by some man! He was saying about how her cloak wasn't appropriate attire and how someone with as low as a power level as her's, that she'd not be allowed. She sighed for a moment, seemingly shifting underneath her robe for a few moments. For anyone in the room with scouters, they'd suddenly notice her PL jump up! HIGH! Into the 90,000s as she removed her heavy gear for a quick punch to the man.
Needless to say, Pumbuken went flying into the room, likely out cold, as the cloaked Saiyan's PL went back down to the 650 that it was before. She made sure to put back on that heavy gear where it was, beneath her cloak, before stepping into the room. She simply stood there, glancing at the whole room until she spotted her target. At first it looked like she was looking towards the queen.. But.. No. She was looking at Radasha. Her arm parted the fabric slightly, allowing for a brief glimpse at the Half Saiyan's chest armor as she went to draw her long sword, pointing it towards the older woman. Needless to say, her mocha-colored skin was a bit apparent due to her arm clearly holding the sword.
The mysterious figure cleared her throat before speaking in a tone MUCH MUCH lower then what she was normally used to, in an effort to disguise her voice: "I have cooooome for heeeeeer.~" she'd say ominously, still trying to keep her identity a disguise. Did she mean the queen? She could probably be mistaken, others could think she is threatening the queen! However, she'd clear this up, "Raaaadaaaaasha. Not that bitch who's apparently the queen. I don't give a fuck 'bout her."
.... ........ ................ Earth had changed Kaula a little bit.
---- ((Also learning Ki suppression in this post, technically))
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2015 10:38:09 GMT
[PL 18,925. Heavy weights on. PL 4,731] Who would have ever put saiyans in charge of kitchen and culinary jobs was beyond him. It was hard enough to get them to listen to him or do something they didn't want to do. An even more so to get them to actually go by the recipes. He'd spent the better part of a half hour that morning scolding a few and letting out in anger trying to get them to do a few of them right. They just wanted to cook meat and various forms of meat base recipes. How many ways can someone cook a steak before they agree ok its time to cook something else now. Or... he hoped it was steak from the animals of Vegeta. Suddenly he felt a little less curious for ever eating meat from the kingdom if he didn't check to see what it was first now. If they could at least do the first batch of orders and meals well enough. Then they could likely handle the rest as well when he was away. Although at least they had supplies to spare. Back in the days of fighting and camp fires some of the meals he'd shown only had the bare minimum. So even if they burnt something her or over added something there. They could make it up in time at least. A few of the meals had ways to simply over spice it anyway of mistakes were made so things should have worked out nicely. From starting drinks to desert the spread was enormous. Saiyans sure did eat more then he'd expected. The amount of food made him think of a party for hundred not dozens... That was one thing he could check off as not being a myth now. Saiyans being able to put away massive quantities of food.
It was perhaps a bit later as the people were arriving win the Tuffles voice was heard following a clang of falling pans behind the kitchen doors. It sounded like mumbles in the distance or a light scolding was commencing. Someone was throwing a tantrum or clearly upset behind the kitchen and serving doors. A few moments later however Icarus would come walking out and letting out a huff. Fixing his hair for a moment trying to put those foolish cooks behind him. His outfit was the full sleeved black pants and shirt he favored often. His gloves were white though as were his boots on this occasion. The white coat he wore presently was that of a scientist or a doctor in the empire. He hadn't really liked the idea of armor so it was the closest he had presently to dressing up for the occasion. Looking like a royal scientist presently. Clearly agitated though at what he saw when he revisited the kitchen before making his way to this place of meals and meeting. He'd look around for a moment carefully catching sight of Vennel and Radasha near around the front. Although he'd feel a little uneasy sensation run up his spine at the sight of all these... fancied up saiyans. Elites from what he'd gathered... he'd wasted no time when it came to diving into records already. Easily able to keep busy and up with his hobbies in this hectic first days of the new kingdom. He would walk slow at first as he looked at the few that had already arrived. They were so huge some of them an these were likely the highest of class in this culture. It was hard to tell if he should be pleased to see them or worried as Elite could equal up to dangerous as well. As it was slowly becoming evident he was perhaps the only thing without a tail and battle spirit in this room.
He'd make his forward quickly as it started to feel edgy in this room. Walking by Radasha first giving her servant a friendly smile and then speaking calmly to her at first. Giving the woman a light poke on her side to get her to see him if she hadn't noticed him outright. "Psst... Radasha. Just thought I'd mention I think you'll really enjoy the menu prepared. If you enjoyed the meal that was just a lunch in a box then you'll truly enjoy the top of Tuffle cuisine." Clearly a little excited as he'd begin walking off a moment after making his way closer and pulling out a chair near the head. He... didn't exactly wish to be seated to far away from Vennel or Radasha presently. Too many random faces and unknown variables. He was already getting a few stares now and again that made him feel nervous. Like a outsider that didn't belong as the sensation crept and slithered into the back of head.
"This isn't exactly what I expected.... Why do some of them keep looking at me like that..." He'd whisper to his queen and friend. He had hoped given things were not as they were in the war. They perhaps it would have been a more quaint evening. But it seemed saiyans didn't prefer alien company. His eyes veering often every time he felt the feeling like someones eyes were looking at him. But just as tensions were having his little nerves so on edge they were making him sweat bullets. That elite greeter was sent flying into the hall an on his back. Didn't look to well either and seeing a warrior rush in clearly a powerful woman to be able to do that had Icarus react... a little different then one would expect. His hands clasping over his belly as he began laughing out rather loudly. His head arching back as he sat up in his chair. He didn't like the man all that much anyway. These people seeing their fancy armor as better then the combat armor he could make. It was mostly certainly something worth watching that lifted spirits. This was more what he though of saiyans rather then fine clothing and meals to meet over important kingdom business. A little something that given his shaky nerves gave him a much needed laugh as he was lightly taken by the moment.
It even escalated to a sword being drawn and pointed at Vennel... no wait the women corrected that. It was at Radasha. That caught his ear a bit though his laughing slowly coming to a end. Looking at Radasha from across the table then back to the girl with her sword. "Well then... this getting more interesting then I expected it to be...But perhaps some inquiry is in order?" Looking toward Vennel. If the woman wasn't already doing something his dark eyes were most certainly suggesting it to start doing something. He didn't favor the idea of Radasha being in danger and he couldn't be the first one to speak up himself. It wouldn't have been proper as saiyan did look to strength and pride above most other things. His expression trying to get her to react. As so if the Queen were to move first it would look better among the nobles who he believed would give fine support and likely some more information he could find through them. Although already thinking that sending royal requests through letters from their servants to them would work better then him asking himself.
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Prince Luffa
Archived
Transferred to Swees
PL: 85,110
False Super Saiyan(x6)
Zeni: 512
Tag: @luffa
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Post by Prince Luffa on Jun 1, 2015 5:38:35 GMT
(Thread PL: 9,786)
Luffa was swathed against the rain in the bright gold of his six meter cloak, the long train puddled around his feet before running off like a river. The Saiyan peasant kneeling below him trembled in fear. The child minister leaned back against the heavy rock alcove in a stance of relaxed dominance. “Yes, yes. I already know, the talking lizard paid you to kill me. Tell me something that your dead friends haven’t already, and perhaps I’ll let you live. I’m feeling very generous today.” It had taken days of sifting through the Diet, and days further tracking this lowlife down, but it had been worth it. The look on his face was priceless enough.
“Th-the Capital! News from the Capital!!” The man yelled in terror, clinging his knuckles white against Luffa’s legs in shivering prostration.
Luffa’s mouth twisted in askance and his hard, dark eyes narrowed. “The Capital? What of it.” If this dirt-eater was wasting his time, he’d roast him slowly before delivering the killing blow.
“The Queen! There is a new Queen, m’lord. The Ministry has fallen! The Diet has gone into sealed session.”
“What?!” Luffa barked, lifting the man up by his throat to eye level. “Speak sense, idiot, or I’ll pop your head clean off.”
The peasant’s face reddened in fright or oxygen deprivation. “Its… true.” He squeaked.
Luffa’s stare was a thunderhead. Half of the man suddenly convulsed into a growing bubble of ki that popped with a rain of blood and gore. Luffa quickly stepped over the other half of the peasant and toggled his scouter, pulling up the wideband. It couldn’t be! It was impossible. A new Queen? There had been no troubles, no new contestant, and none of the large Houses had openly raised someone.
His jaw dropped as the wideband notices from the Diet sped past his vision. There was a new Queen. A lowborn called Vennel. She’d taken the throne by force, as was ancient custom. Luffa clenched his fist tightly. How had this happened? Where was the fighting, where were the fires? He should smell the ash of Cacumber burning from here! Were the great Houses of the Empire so low that they would submit to a nameless worm without a fight?... would he?
He found his attack ball and climbed inside, directing its pilot program towards the Capital, a cold anger building in the pit of his stomach.
The Capital was both crowded with new faces and subdued. Though there had just been a coup, there was no obvious additional security. Whoever this new monarch was, she wasn’t afraid of reprisals, and Luffa had no trouble finding his way to the Palace. In fact, he found in his messages that he’d been invited to a Feast, along with all the other Elites. She wants her army intact. She wants oaths of fealty. He thought, as he quickly made his way to the main castle and through its myriad halls.
Luffa stepped into the throne room. He hadn’t been here in years, not since Koregutsu I had anointed him the title of Super Elite after the tourney. Much had changed since then, to his displeasure. He bristled at the sight of all the low-born Saiyans who seemed to have flocked around the imperial core. Was it a victory parade of the imbeciles and the worthless? He sneered at a familiar face sitting at the long table in the distance, Viceroy Mustad, the bastard who’d killed his father and imprisoned Luffa until he'd extracted ruinous ransoms. The snake was already making awestruck faces to the throne’s pretender. “The Empire stands for a thousand years, against war and famine, hardships that crippled planets and tore apart star systems. And it falls in a day, to a no-name lowborn mongrel.” He growled under his breath to an alien servant, who jumped at his words and scurried off to other duties.
“Her Majesty welcomes Luffa of the House of the Bone Moon, designated Super Elite, Lord of the Bonefort, Sovereign Prince of the Wastelands, Genetive Minister…” That toad Pumbuken paused as he read. “of the Imperial Diet.” So, he’d fallen over to the new wind quickly.
Luffa contained his scowl and bowed stiffly towards the throne and those present. Another alien servant rushed to offer to take Luffa’s long golden cloak, and while he thought it might have been comical to see the weak fool contend with the weighted fabric, he backed the servant away with a dirty look and a bare-teethed grimace.
He made his way to the central table, the auric train of his cloak shimmering in the low light. He had his gleaming gold scouter powered down out of protocol, but felt the urge to take a ping at this low pretender who lounged on the imperial seat. What sort of battle rating could have overwhelmed all of the senior ministers?
There seemed to have been some kind of commotion immediately prior to his entry -- one of the mongrel new arrivals who had the gall to point a sword at a woman wearing the armor of an Elite. Luffa shook his head slightly. It was no doubt, a sign of the new times. The dogs were running the kennels.
He followed proper protocol and approached the throne, offering a low bow to the seated Vennel. “My Queen.” He said, suppressing some stiffness in his voice. “Whilst I was away tending to the wasteland savages, I heard word that the old ministers had fled Cacumber castlegrounds faster than rats flee a burning building. It is an honor to stand before their conqueror’s throne.” He straightened himself, offering a murderous glare to the treacherous Pumbuken and the white-haired freak of an alien advising her before finding a seat. To his mild reassurance, it was across from another Elite. At least he wouldn’t have to suffer through this celebration alone. He kept his eyes on the throne, and on the curious situation building between the new arrival and the Elite. If some low class fool thought she could bare steel against one of Vegeta’s best, in a room full of her comrades, she was about to catch a rude reality check.
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Post by Vennel on Jun 1, 2015 6:42:40 GMT
This feast irritated the new queen immensely. She watched as the prettied up members of what was considered the upper echelons filter one one by one, their arrivals announced by Pumbuken as he duteously ushered them to their seats, each arranged to show the hierarchy of the Elite houses. Those who had more prestige, and larger holdings, were seated closest to the throne, barring her personal requests for the seats flanking her left and right. Those had been reserved for Icarus, who had been crucial in her taking of the throne, and recording her battle for posterity. And the other for Radasha, a high borne woman who's allegiance was quickly won, after witnessing her battle for sovereignty.
The entire spectacle, which was to show her qualifications for the throne, and to butter up the houses which handled the micromanaging of their worlds. And that was what was causing her head ache. She felt that the Saiyan life style had been too muddied by the half-bloods and pompous Elite who spent most of their time with formal events such as this. It was time that, she felt, would have been better served strengthening the Empire.
Radasha had leaned in, talking to Vennel and inquiring about her time spent as Queen so far. It had only been a few days, and already she was having to spend her time on frivolous matters such as a feast. She hadn't even finished sifting through the reports on the Empire's affairs before she was being forced to talk nice to those who sat at her table; those who she could not even verify if they deserved to be wasting their time at such an event.
"Tiresome. I've spent most of my time trying to just figure out what's what in the Empire. The ministry, having been comprised of more than one ruler, allowed them to micromanage different holdings. Subtle power plays diverting resources toward compromising another house, that sort of thing. The very reason I took the throne in the first place."
She replied in a lowered tone to Radasha, her jaw was tensed as she tried to calm herself, not wishing to be so tense when she was going to sample more of the food prepared in "Tuffle" style. She'd only tasted it on a few occasions, but it had been by far the most tasteful experience that she'd ever had. And with the cooking staff of the palace at work preparing it, there was bound to be enough to fill a Saiyan's gullet, rather than the smaller portions that her alien companion found sufficient.
But the hall had barely began to fill up, before Pumbuken was struck, sent flying across the long hall, crashing into the wall on the other side. He picked himself up, and glared first at the one who assaulted him, before turning toward Vennel, to see what should be done. And he wasn't the only one. The disturbance quieted the din of the high-borne gathering, drawing their collective attention to the raucous that had arisen. Some of them looking to the Queen through gritted teeth. This disturbance did not bode well for her. On the one hand, it was completely out of her control, in every sense of the word, but on the other hand, these were uncertain times. Anything and everything that could be taken for a show of weakness would only spur the Elites on to decline their support for her, but if she acted too aggressively, it would show lack of civility when the occasion called for it. The latter, which despite her beliefs on the subject, would prove vital in impressing the nobility.
Icarus leaned in, and with a low whisper, offered a suggestion to her. But he couldn't have been more superfluous with his recommendation. Not only was an "inquiry" in order, much more would be required to handle the situation at it's best. Vennel stood, looking to Pumbuken and shaking her head lightly. In reply, he nodded to her, as he went back to his post. He was still to welcome the guests as they arrived, but she suspected that this new arrival would need more taming. Not to mention, she had openly insulted her.
As if she didn't have enough of a head ache from just having to entertain a large group of self important Elites, she now had an upstart in her hall, on full display before her guests. But she was claiming to be here for Radasha, so her first reaction was to look to her for some sort of reaction, if there was any.
"Do you know this woman, Radasha?"
She could not have been more furious, and her voice showed it, quaking with her fury as she struggled to contain her more base reactions. But she didn't wait long for a reaction before she looked back to her guests at the table.
"Does anyone know who this woman is?"
Now her voice was raised, into an almost bestial bark. She had not been Queen long, and most of her opposition, save when she took the throne by force, had come from the pompous cowards who sat on their thrones off world, caring little for the affairs of the Empire at large. But there was no response from those gathered. And in fact, Pumbuken had continued to usher in new members of Nobility, who all took notice of the cloaked woman before making their way to their seats, exchanging hushed words of condemnation. One such noble, was a young Elite, introduced as "Prince Luffa," apparently a member of one of the houses wielding a great deal more prestige than others. He approached her throne, and bowed, recognizing, at least in his words, her claim. However, were she not so furious with the new arrival, she might have picked up more on his body language and the more subtle parts of his words that may have shown his more true feelings on the matter. She returned his bow with a curt nod, before drawing her attention back to the whelp who had broken the atmosphere of the feast.
Vennel's eyes flashed over to the woman brandishing a blade. Her eyes displaying quite handily her anger towards the disturbing clown who handled herself like someone who could afford to be so carefree when in the presence of the some of the strongest Saiyans within the Empire.
"See yourself out, immediately. You have caught me in a charitable mood, scum. If I were not occupied, I would see you destroyed personally. But if you linger any further, I will be forced to withdraw my kindness."
Vennel of course was not wishing to engage in a brawl here in the Throne of all places, and the woman's lack of tact in dealing with her want and the timing of her appearance, which made matters more complicated. She spoke of "charity," but truth be told, she would likely have the woman imprisoned for her actions, having obviously broken in and assaulted one of her retainers. Now the ball was in the intruder's court, how would she react, the Queen wondered.
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Post by Radasha on Jun 1, 2015 19:02:37 GMT
Radasha nodded to Vennel's words. Yeah, taking the throne was the first step. Now the new queen had to deal with all the other stuff and to some, that may be harder than actual combat. She was about to speak again when her scouter began to calculate a sudden power spike. It wasn't present enough for a complete reading though, seeming to vanish as Vennel's retainer came flying into the room through the door, hitting a wall. Maybe this feast would be exciting after all, she thought, standing to get a better look at the party crasher.
She stepped in and had brandished a blade, pointing to the other side of the room while shouting 'I have cooome for heeer!'. Radasha looked back at Vennel but quickly returned her attention to the hooded woman when she clarified that she was not, in fact, here for Vennel but herself. Radasha blinked. What? Narrowing her eyes, the Elite looked closer at the person. That skin tone. And...Was that the Bloodroot crest on her armor? Oh...hell....no. That couldn't be her. She would NOT embarrassed her at an event like this. She was NOT POINTING A DAMN SWORD AT HER!
Radasha suddenly kicked her chair from behind her, sending it sliding across the floor. It would've certainly exploded upon the wall if Acadova had not been there to catch it. The elite, obviously fuming now, began to make her way towards the hooded figure. "That BETTER not be who I think it is under that hood. Or I swear I'll...RRRAAARRGH..." she growled, not even finishing her own statement. Maybe the sword wielding woman's idea had not been the best idea. "Remove the hood...If you are who I think you are, you better have a damn good explanation thought up by the time I reach you...." she growled, clenching her fists. "Because if it is who I think it is, you must be outside your mind, POINTING A WEAPON AT ME!!!"
Whew she was pissed...
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Post by Kaula on Jun 1, 2015 19:45:16 GMT
Kaula continued to stand there happily, still pointing the sword at Radasha.. However, she frowned a bit when Vennel spoke, causing her to roll her eyes. "I wasn't talking to you, lady. Sheesh." she said as she shook her head, speaking in her normal tone. However, upon hearing that she had to leave, she scoffed. SCOFFED at the idea. "I'm not leavin'. Besides. I was invited." she stated as she began to giggle. She was an elite, after all. She decided to voice this fact with all the sass she could muster: "I aaaammmmmm an elite, after all. Sheesh." And Radasha standing up in such a manner made her giggle a bit more. Kaula began to wonder about how proud her mother was of her. She was probably the strongest person in this room right now! However, she seemed to be getting the wrong idea! She seemed mad!! She was speaking at her in such a way, that she was probably getting the wrong idea!
A hand reached up, "No no no! You got it all wrong! It's not who you think it is!" she stated as she quickly pulled the cloak off, showing the short half-saiyan in all her clothed glory. She went to drop the cloak, the hand moving over to adjust her scarf as she she sheathed her blade, "It's me, mother!" she'd say before smiling like a little dork, eyes closed. She stood like that for a few moments before opening her eyes. Were the others still staring at her? Why? Was it because she was sooooo much more powerful then them? Probably. But she's been working hard. .... Kinda.
Kaula, oblivious to her mother's rage, went to start moving towards her, arms outstretched. "But yes, Mother! I have returned! You can thank me later!" and, after likely a few moments of awkward silence, she'd chuckle. ".. Heh.. Sorry..? Too much?"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2015 20:22:42 GMT
Why did everything have to feel so threatening Icarus would think to himself sitting in the chair. The boy that had passed giving him a look that if looks could kill would have likely left Icarus cold as a stone in his chair. He'd sigh a bit as the thought that even their kids were murderous. "Vennel... Do all of them have to look at me like they want to kill me... or eat me... or both." That was not a whisper as he spoke it. Other elites would hear him and likely the boy too. "I was hoping to have some questions answered and get to speak with some of them but they just see focused on being rude or boasting at their pride glands... I swear it it really so much to ask for a smile and polite nod? You'd almost think politeness was poison to some of these saiyans." Shooting a glance at the boy and a few others that were staring at him now and again crossing his arms. Even sticking his tongue out at them in a minor childish moment that caught him before he realized it. Although that moment quickly snapped away as Vennel answered this commotion.
She was angry and clearly not happy with how this feast had turned. Icarus wasn't each other but he was said it had to turn possibly violent so quickly. He had hoped for something polite mannered and find for the evening. But that just wasn't gonna be the case evidently. He'd throw back his wine glass drinking it down quick feeling he'd need a little edge on him for whatever was coming next. Icarus watched what unfolded happen and given his past he did not want to see more blood shed then needed rise from this. He'd climb atop the table and stand in front of Vennel and clear his throat. This insult couldn't let stand but perhaps played around. He'd raise his voice loudly standing next to Radasha while on the table as her chair was destroyed in a kick. "Yes...YES. Um..Radasha... and MY Queen... this is.... A showing of our skills for all you elites. The empire has far reaching hands. Finger tips that can tease and touch out at the very edges of the galaxy. This girl... the daughter of Vennels close saiyan Adviser Radasha and my dear friend... Was located....It was meant to be a surprise my lord and to you Radasha. To show just how our information could reach to even the most remote planets! An that none of you may hide anything from my beloved Queen!" Gulping as he'd walk down the table towards Kuala. His eyes pleading as in please don't screw me on this. Giving her a smile as if to play along. "Please young one... let them know this was a misunderstanding.. I told you a flashy entrance would be nice for the party did I not?." Whispering at the end. "Please play along..." His hands turning and shooting up in a gesture to Vennel before kneeling on the table he'd gracefully walked across. He'd had a light study in showmanship back when he started as a mild musician in his old days at a Tuffle university. "Please your grace... I apologize if this showing and gift to your dear adviser was not to your liking. Please it was I to blame. But I only wished to convey to these elites that not only fine food and fine gifts can be rewarded to them if they keep loyal... Also that their secrets. Are easily found." He'd say feeling a cold sweat on his brow hardly noticeable thank the kais. As he'd leap off the table and stand next to Kaula for a moment. Placing a hand to her back. "Now if you would... lets meet with your queen and mother and smooth this out? Shall we m'lady?" A smile on his little blue face as he tried desperately to make this work. If it was discussed behind close doors later it would be better then a chaos at a dinner of contacts.
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Prince Luffa
Archived
Transferred to Swees
PL: 85,110
False Super Saiyan(x6)
Zeni: 512
Tag: @luffa
Posts: 77
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Post by Prince Luffa on Jun 1, 2015 23:41:18 GMT
Luffa grunted wordlessly as he began to eat, not waiting for others to be fully served while he tore vigorously into the charred and spiced Lupine leg with his white teeth. When the pale-haired freak of an alien complained about not wanting to be eaten or killed, Luffa snickered audibly and gave a loud belch before slurping down a hot cup of black rootdrink. There were crisp wafers made bitter with the semi-poisonous destron bloom water, and other Vegetan delicacies. At least it was a proper feast.
The Queen’s temper at the sword-wielder was a welcome turn of events, at least it showed there was a spine attached to that low-born, stupid brain of hers. When the sword-wielder turned out to be another Elite, the happy daughter reuniting with her mother, Luffa sighed at the lack of bloodshed.
The sudden tabletop begging of Icarus spiked Luffa’s anger. It was one thing for the Queen to have a silent leash, but some worm-like order of species he’d never seen before addressing the throne in such a manner was quite over-the-top. He’d had enough. He threw his heavy bone of Lupine leg at the alien’s head, scowling as it arced wide of its target, before growling at Icarus, “What does alien scum like you know about the reach of the Empire? I’ve fought and bled across half a dozen planets, and never seen your like flying beside me. Go back to whatever toilet you crawled from, you miserable creature!” A few of the Elites banged their cups on their tables in agreement, but most were quiet, not wishing to draw the ire of their new monarch. Luffa’s face was flushed with anger, and he quietly cursed himself for such an outburst. He should have more discipline! He could not make an enemy of the new Queen, not in such a blatant fashion. Not yet.
He glanced down, lowering his head. “I apologize for the outburst, your Grace.” Luffa said tightly. “I have been fighting in the wastes for days, and the barbarian sentiment is contagious when the blood is still hot.”
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Post by Reikiko on Jun 2, 2015 2:23:20 GMT
Avalon, it was once meant to be a paradise for her, but currently it felt more like an emotional hell. Despite her inability to properly convey the reason behind her decision for wandering toward Avalon, the young woman felt a certain urge, a calling even. Something had called her to the floating island, and while she slowly descended toward the dojo the winged humanoid found her mind being plagued by thoughts. A light tap of her fingertips against the door leading into the dojo caused her to be given access to the building, slowly stepping inside, her crimson-colored eyes gazing at her surrounding with a hint of sorrow in them.
“To think this is the reason behind my ascension.”
A soft sigh escaped the woman’s lips as the black feathered wings dissolved into small streams of energy, the sound of footsteps resounded from behind her, and upon turning around she found the hybrid looking worriedly at her. The concern was clearly evident, both in her expression and the tone of her voice.
“Reikiko… Why are you so obsessed with Kaula? Did our past truly mean nothing to you?”
Hearing Hikari’s tone Reikiko turned around to face her, her eyes softening a little while she shook her head in response to the question. It wasn’t like her past relationship with Hikari meant nothing, in the end even now after the fusion she could feel the mixture of emotions. That one side of her who loved Hikari as an elder sister figure, the side who had always been watched over by her on Avalon, and the distant feelings of affection and love that the bio-android in her had once felt. However, those emotions seemed quite different from the feelings that drove her now.
“It’s not like that Hikari. It’s… difficult to explain. There is something within the depths of my heart that stirs whenever I am around her. It’s a complication emotion, but I desire to have Kaula by my side.”
Was it lust or affection? It was a difficult question to answer, but it was almost borderline an obsession to her. Nevertheless, it seemed like her words didn’t please the hybrid, for she felt a surge of energy coming from the woman’s body, and a moment later she sped up into a sprint. The golden spark of energy that followed was unmistakable the start of the famous super Saiyan transformation, and while the hybrid’s hair spiked up into a golden hue she lunged her fist forwards. It took some effort for Reikiko to avoid the attack, a nimble sidestep causing the Homunculus to avoid the strike, and with a swift press of her hand against Hikari’s chest she knocked the Super Saiyan backwards through an invisible shockwave.
“I didn’t expect you of all people to attack me Hikari… But if you are to challenge me I won’t hold back!”
The woman’s eyes narrowed into a focused glare, her body dropping into a combative stance, and a moment later turned into a blur. Despite the rapid movement it appeared Hikari’s honed senses were just enough to keep up, for she raised an arm in an attempt to block the sweeping kick that was launched her way. Still, even with the block Hikari could feel the overwhelming pressure of the attack slowly drive her backwards before breaking through her defense. Still, what followed afterwards had seemingly startled the Homunculi, for instead of regaining her footing and attempting to strike at her opponent, Hikari’s arms instead swiftly went for Reikiko’s neck, pulling her down with her and at the same time the woman’s face approached her own.
“!!!”
The moment her lips met those of Hikari, Reikiko felt her cheeks flush up a crimson color, a rather nostalgic feeling overwhelming her. What was it that Hikari was trying to tell her through that gesture? Staggering off Hikari as she was finally released a memory of a certain scene within the Big Blue’s gravity chamber replayed itself within her memories. Ah… That’s right, now she remembered. At that time she had for the first time felt a feeling similar to that she was feeling now for Kaula. However, It was her obsession with the current feeling she was experiencing that had made her blind to all the other things she considered precious.
“Do you understand now Reikiko? You’re about to abandon those that love you in your chase for that obsession of yours!”
A gentle sigh escaped Reikiko’s lips while she watched the hybrid’s transformation slowly subdue, her hair returning to its normal color and the aura fading away. For a moment the Homunculus waited, pondering about how she would answer Hikari’s actions. She had realized it at last, the important thing she had been missing in her blind pursuit of Kaula’s affection.
“Thank you Hikari. Because of you I finally realized I lost sight of my true objective, of the things that are truly important to me. By blindly chasing after Kaula I had almost abandoned those precious to me.”
Hikari’s eyes briefly widened in surprise, before she stood up, her lips curving up into a gentle smile as she asked the Homunculus.
“Then—“
When Reikiko looked at her with that fiery passion in her eyes it reminded the hybrid of the same look the woman had when she was about to head to the battlefield in West Capitol. That look of confidence and determination that she would succeed no matter the odds.
“I will create my own faction. Avalon shall become our headquarters, and I will label it as the ‘Reikiko harem’!. We got a big task ahead of us Hikari. While I go and claim Kaula for myself, I need you to prepare a plan on how to convince that pretty Saiyajin woman that been causing Vivi a headache.”
Hikari gazed blankly in disbelief at Reikiko, this wasn’t what she had wanted Reikiko to realize! Not to mention that Saiyan warrior was nobody else than Lady Death! How in the world would Reikiko succeed in seducing a person like that? A deep sigh escaped Hikari’s lips as she shook her head lightly in response.
“B-But this isn’t what I was trying to---“
Before she realized it Reikiko had already enclosed the distance between herself and the hybrid, and soon she found Reikiko leaning closer to whisper seductively in her ear.
“If you prepare a good plan I’ll make sure to ‘reward’ you in a way you’ll enjoy.”
As if there could have been any doubt about the nature of this ‘reward’! Dropping her shoulders in defeat, fully aware she couldn’t resist a temptation like that from Reikiko the hybrid nodded her head bashfully in response. To think Avalon was turning into Reikiko’s personal harem, and to make matters more crazy, she was going to steadily recruit all sorts of women to create one of the strongest factions in existence?! Well, at least it seemed an exciting time was ahead of them!
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And yet nothing could have told her she was going to be on Vegeta of all possible places. While she had visited the planet before, it had been quite a while ago and in slightly more civilized company than the one she had been brought along with this time. Indeed, Vipoi certainly knew manners and proper etiquette more than anyone else on this planet did, and perhaps it was for that reason she was concerned about releasing an overly excited girl like Kaula onto a planet full of brutes.
Just as the hybrid had finished her excited entrée into the palace a shrouded figure emerged from the doorway, and this one would likely have been impossible not to notice. Her soft footsteps resounded on the pavement as some of the Queen’s guard approached, and yet the moment the hood dropped from her cloak the female humanoid’s presence registered in their scouters.
“I-I-Impossible… she is reaching above a three million---“
The scouters they had been using to scan her power burst into a small flurry of sparks while the woman spoke, her crimson eyes gazing at the queen with a hint of amusement.
“Curious, last time I visited this planet it was a cabinet of old men who ran the show. Instead we now got a pretty Queen calling the shots. I do wonder… Are you one with potential? It’s been a while since I last saw a true Supah Saiyajin, and the chance to meet one during this trip would have been pleasant. But where are my manners…”
The woman slowly started to undo the straps on her cloak, allowing it to slide off her body while a pair of black raven wings sprouted from behind her.
“The name is Reikiko, If you were destined to be here as a Queen… Then I shall be destined to enter as a Goddess of Darkness. Perhaps I come bearing blessings, or perhaps I’m merely here to ensure a certain girl isn’t about to get herself killed.”
Her eyes shifted toward Kaula, the smile on her lips somehow concealing a dark threatening demeanor that would have felt like a demon’s smiling at her.
“Kaula my dear, next time follow proper etiquette when you enter a party. I didn’t even get an opportunity to change from my travel clothes into a fancy dress.”
Humming nonchalantly the Homunculus swept the cloak she had dropped over her arm while approaching the group, her gaze shifting from Kaula toward the queen and the others present.
“Now, if all hostilities are done and over with, perhaps you all can return to the festivities so I can get a little briefing on what happened the last few months? I’m quite eager to learn how a beautiful warrior like yourself succeeded in taming a planet like this. I’d say on scale it almost counts as being nearly as difficult as fighting a Supah Saiyajin.”
Judging from the tone she spoke in, and the demeanor she carried herself with, she wasn’t joking about both her introduction and the matter of a Super Saiyan.
“Hopefully this planet will have some apple gardens, I forgot to take some when we left Earth behind…”
And there she was, casually addressing the Queen while her eyes shifted toward the ‘prince’ who had addressed an alien-like creature.
“Not all battles are fought on the battlefield. Wars are just as much a battle of minds, wits and words as they are of raw power. Of course Saiyajin appreciate the presence of a strong arm, but not all foes can be bested with raw force alone. It makes the blue-skinned lad just as precious a weapon in your army, as your own fist.”
Once more that calm threatening smile lingered on her lips as she smiled at the prince, before turning to look back at the queen.
“Of course I could excuse myself, but I’m certain her majesty would love to hear the tale of a certain battle involving a warrior of legend from her people. Perhaps if she’d be a pleasant enough host I could even aid her in finding the means to ascend to the same state. It’s not impossible… I did help a Saiyajin become a Supah Saiyajin before. Although, his personality was rather lacking to be called a true Saiyajin.”
She mused the last words, seemingly in consideration as she recalled a recent memory. Either way, it seemed she was eager to hear the Queen’s reaction now all the chaos was slowly flowing away. Oh how she loved mingling with the mighty. Her closest friend on earth was a de-facto leader of Earth’s military forces, her father was a deity and now she was about to possibly dine with the Queen of Vegeta? Speaking about encounters at high places!
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The '---' basically has everything above be a short flashback.
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Post by Vennel on Jun 2, 2015 5:53:10 GMT
((Testing the new KP system, to give it a sort of play test in it's current iteration)) What a shit show this had turned out to be. It seemed Radasha did know the woman who had interrupted the feast, it was supposedly her daughter? Had she known that such a high energy individual was related to Radasha, odds were she would have never aligned herself to her. Everything was spinning out of control on her now. Not only did this mysterious woman make her presence known, in such a flashy and disruptive manner, she went on to insult her the Queen. For the sake of appearance alone, not to mention her pride, she was compelled to act. And beyond that, the woman took note of Radasha's rage, but rather than apologize, she merely just assume that her mother couldn't tell her Daughter from any stranger in attendance. Trivializing Vennel's interjection, only served to further infuriate her. But the way she was able to handle the way she entered, and the reaction it had accrued, only proved how unlikely it was she was an Elite. And even if she were, not only did her power level rest at such a low level that it was laughable, she lacked the finesse of character that came with a person of such station. She was able to, however, muster an apology for the flamboyance, albeit rather sheepishly and insincerely as Vennel could imagine she possibly could. To top it off, the apology seemed directed merely to her mother, the least of which she had offended. And here was where the true shit show began. Because as Vennel's rage mounted ever higher, her body enveloping in a large blue aura, Jarvis leapt onto the table, after downing a drink of the Vegetan wine. What the actual fuck was going on. She may not be an Elite and favor such opulent displays of wealth, but this was fucking ridiculous. Apparently she had no judge in character, as the only two she had considered allies were both incapable of raising children properly, and thought LEAPING ONTO A TABLE WAS APPROPRIATE? Her Aura flared up larger, furious with the bull shit that had arisen. She had not noticed the young Price's speech at this point, her rage beyond control, though had she seen it, she would have thanked him for it. Even though Icarus had attempted to smooth things out, his intentions noble, he had spoken for her. He had walked onto the table like an uncouth buffoon. He had even gone so far as to issue a passive insult to her guests. And now, to top things off, another alien entered the throne room. Her scouter, was toggled off, at Pumbuken's request since doing so was a typical show of good will toward's one's guests. But some of the guards seemed to react in a rather incredulous manner. She activated her scouter, and after a quick boot-up sequence, began to process the invader's power level. Thankfully to Icarus' design, the scouter was less prone to destruction upon reading a power level it couldn't process, a design choice Icarus made unknown to Vennel. But before the scouter shut down again to prevent itself from overheating and exploding, it read off a number well over one-million. That, and the fact the alien began to condescend to her, talking about how she knew of "supah saiyajins" and had met them, even trained one to achieve it, as if it were something that one could simply achieve. She would have laughed, were she not so furious. The Legendary Super Saiyan was a legend, and just that. One that hadn't had any substantiating evidence in hundreds of years, or more. So naturally, Vennel had no reason to believe the thing was true, much less that it was an acquirable "form." But to make matters worse, she was now proclaiming herself a God, and "offering" to help Vennel achieve the form. Who the hell did she- no, that was it. She'd had it with this shit show. Her Aura dispersed, no longer seeming to be proceeding with the perceived imminent attack. "You all. You walk into my home. Not but a few days after I've moved in. You stride in, attacking my retainers. You Insult me in my own home. You threaten my guests. You belittle me like a child. You Talk of Legends that filthy aliens like you have no place speaking of. You take my place and speak for me, when I am literally RIGHT HERE. Not one of you- NOT FUCKING ONE, has stopped for a moment to consider your fucking actions. Is this what the Saiyan race has become? A bunch of clowns parading around as if they own the place? Have Aliens truly come to our world, presuming to lord themselves over our free people, proclaiming DIVINITY of all things, and then go so far as to treat me like an infant?! I AM THE QUEEN OF THE SAIYANS! I have earned this right through ancient custom. I have been persecuted through personal struggle, and been forced from my home. Yet, through it all, I overcame! Now that I have actually made something of myself. Now that I have actually made an attempt to right the wrongs that our ailing species has gone through, the weakness of the ministry casting us into a state of acceptance of those inferior to ourselves. Now, after ALL of this, NOW you all presume to make a mockery of me. THAT. IS. IT!"
As Vennel spoke, she looked to each member who she specifically referred to during her rant. She first looked toward Kaula, then to the new arrival, then to Icarus. Her body shook with rage as she spoke, until she reached the end of her tyrade, and returned her gaze to Kaula. She darted toward Kaula, her body seemingly blinking away, having grown used to her weights enough to at least make use of a modicum of her high speed, to perceivably appear beside Kaula. Granted, if anyone were able to sense energy, they'd be able to actually feel her movements, but she did move faster than the naked eye could keep up with. Acting swiftly, she threw a round-house kick for Kaula's flank, attempting to strike her decisively, in order to show her strength. However, if this 'god' tried to interfere, she'd not back down. But if this Saiyan claimed to be an elite, surely she wouldn't rely on someone else to fight their battles for them. [ [MP3] Vennel's personal martial arts style used @ Kaula (Power Level: 17'400)] [KP:0/3]
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Post by Radasha on Jun 2, 2015 17:37:40 GMT
Radasha was...for a lack of better words, utter flabbergasted at the turn of events. Not only had her daughter returned to Vegeta. She was also making a FOOL out of herself in front of SEVERAL elites and nobles, not to mention the queen. Then Icarus came strutting across the table, talking about...how the empire was capable of gathering information? She didn't really listen to most of it, too busy trying to process the fast that he was WALKING ON THE TABLE. She thought he knew better than that. Then one of the elites, who Radasha would guess would be around Kaula's age or younger...Hard to tell with Saiyans sometimes, spoke up at Icaru's table strut and proceeded to throw something at him while chewing him out. He should've let the queen punish her own servants.
She was further confused when some alien followed Kaula in some moments later and started talking about the Legend, becoming a god, and other things. What in the hell was going on?! It was like the three had lost their minds, with the unfortunate fact ONE of them was her daughter. "KAULA! That is WHY I am pissed. You KNOW better than to do this! And Icarus!-" she turned to him "What are you doing on the table and what exactly are you going on about!? AND YOU-" she turned to Rei "....What the hell even are yo-"
She was interrupted when Vennel made her own rage apparent. The beeping of her scouter let her know an attack was coming. She was about to ask her to 'hold a minute' but the queen was already up and almost near Kaula before she could get the words out. "Your Majesty please! Wait! Let me handle Kaula!" she pleaded. It should really be Radasha's job to really. But unfortunately Vennel was already on the attack. What a party, she though sarcastically.
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Post by Kaula on Jun 2, 2015 19:01:04 GMT
It took a while. It really, really did. But.. She eventually figured out what all of the other Saiyans were staring at. It was her!! She really did overdo it a bit! However, it seemed the little blue man (who was actually shorter then her!) came walking over. However, he seemed to be talking about the far reaches of the empire? How he brought her here? He didn't actually do that.. Did he..? However, his whisper made her blink. "O-oh! Yes." she said before she brought a hand up to pat him on the head. "Yes. Little blue here got a hold of me while I was doing important. ... Elite.. Things.. ... On Earth! YES!" she said before glancing down to the small alien and giving him a thumbs up. She liked this one, now. And that made Luffa's outburst a bit hard for her. "You want to try saying that about little blue to my face, you weakling?" she'd ask with a smug smirk.
However, that smirk soon vanished by time Radasha started yelling at her. "Psh. It's acceptable at Earth.." she'd mutter. That was a bold strategy, lying about Earth customs since her mother hadn't been there in forever. Let's see if it pays off for her? However, she was more surprised when Rei showed up. And a little upset, too. /KAULA/ wanted to be the strongest one here, but her power level was minuscule compared to Reikiko's.
So she went to grumbling a bit as Reikiko introduced herself.. And then the queen went into some rage. Kaula rolled her eyes, glancing down at Icarus for a few moments. She was about to say something when she noticed- No.. Sensed it! But it was too late to stop it. She took the brutal kick to the side, grunting as she nearly fell over.. But she seemed to just skid to the side a bit.
"Oh. It's on now." she growled out, ignoring her mother's pleads. At least the nearby queen was close enough for her to likely be unable to dodge this. Kaula spun around, her arm coming up to try to level her palm so it was near the chest, only her middle and ring fingers sticking up, the rest folded. She seemed to be concentrating energy for a second before she let it go! Oh, cool! She was giving the queen a present of five ki rings. Granted.. These ones were a lot bigger, they were ment to RESTRAIN the their intended target. If Vennel didn't act fast, she'd likely find herself against the wall, restrained by five rings. One for each arm and leg and the last one for her neck. Of course, she could possibly dodge this. .. But if she didn't, she probably wouldn't be able to use an attack while she was trying to get free.
Used [MP3] Energy Bindings with 23,194 PL KP:0/3
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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2015 22:24:27 GMT
[weights off. PL 18,925] It was a little clear his act wasn't working well. People were still yelling insults flying some at him some at others. A new strange being with wings also entered as this party and feast quickly lost its private meaning. There would be no meeting of elites and possible Intel gathering. He couldn't blame the queen she had to defend her throne from what he learned watching her. Pride was something she couldn't afford to let dim in the light of other elites who would eagerly snatch at a chance for their own power like dogs lapping up scraps from a dinner table. Kaula was at least kind and played along wit his story. Even if the pat to his head was a little condescending.
He'd roar out Luffa momentarily aggravated by this insult. He was determined to not be underhanded by all elites. Even if he wanted to let things pass by softly and slowly and learn of their species as a background adviser he couldn't afford to be seen as just something to be toss around like a slave or servant how most soldiers saw. He'd scowl undoing his coat and dropping it off to the side and handing it kindly to one of the greeters. His power level would shoot up and he'd scowl towards Luffa while trying to be direct. "Just because you lack the knowledge to know of my race and truth of your own planet is not my shortcomings but your own. I would ask you to no insult me again please. I understand one of small stature and power as battle hardened as you are to be bellow me in power may be intimidating but must we really act so harshly at a party?" Clearing his throat lightly and continuing to flare his power and let the full power be shown to any scouters present in the room. He was Vennels adviser for reasons of his own and had earned it not simply plucked up at the end or the remnant of some old government of a previous ministry hoping to cling to some power they held prior. "Perhaps I should consider looking over proper files to see which are actually considered to be of elite blood in government as to those who may have just had status to connections of that old Ministry. I'm sure a full report to Vennel could route out some of the less then desired who don't deserve such a title. Or have reason to be black marked through failings or blood line faults." Clearly he was insulted and not shy of threatening in a subtle way with his power as well with his connections and skill with the data base of the empire.
Ah but sadly shortly after this Vennel and Kaula were at each other. Attacking and taking this to a fight among all the elites to see and watch. This wasn't good to have such a occurrence within the first major gathering. This needed a quick and direct end or this could end very badly for the control of power. But what did he do... speaking up to protest could be just as bad as doing nothing. Interfering directly would also lead to so many unknown consequences and had to many variables to calculate a appropriate response. He'd frantically shiver a little bit losing his cool and his head shooting off in quick think mode but he just didn't have a answer for such a crazy situations. This was too random to have calculated for.
He'd make his way quickly to Radasha running past the fighting ignoring the strange creature and making his way quickly back to her. Grabbing at her sleeve tugging roughly. Talking so that only she could hear as he tried pulling her down to listen. "I was trying to settle the situation without having it get to out of hand... We can't let this continue it has to stop if I i intervene being a non saiyan it will just stir trouble... If she is your daughter is there anything you can say? This will be very bad for Vennel and all of us if she is seen falters at all... Even if she winds this is already bad as a outburst at such a social gathering." He was quietly pleading with her. It wasn't that he had no faith in his queen he just wanted to secure some salvageable ending to this. It was to soon to let such a direct challenge to occur. If this was a private affair minus the elites then it'd much more manageable. But the possible blow out if this went south with so many gazing eyes of officials could destroy many possibilities.
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