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Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2015 23:12:32 GMT
The scent of blood, metallic and over-abundant, stung her nostrils as she breathed in the smoke and fire the surrounded her. It was her own blood mostly, dripping from various sections of her face as she looked across the gross pieces of carcass that lay across sections of the wreckage of her ship; it barely functioned now since the crash she’d had to manually avoid by piloting the hunk of junk through the atmosphere.
The battle before hand would be explained much later in her story; a massive undertaking that she’d done in order to preserve the world known as Earth from the alien forces that had nearly infested the planet. Nearly meaning that she’d thankfully stopped them before they were able to copulate, spread and grow more powerful. As she lay against a piece of metal that stung the skin of her back, though not entirely as painful as the pain she’d just went through hours before, she breathed through her nose evenly. Her scouter lay in her hand, lazily held at her side as she stared down at the ground at seemingly nothing.
Her injuries, with were numerous and some even critical, were haphazardly patched up and healing. She’d done them herself since… A snarl curled at her lips, fangs parting slightly to reveal blood seeping out from between her lips. I was a fool to believe I could protect her… Her thought darkened even further when the scouter in her hand started to chime brokenly. Her eyes, no longer blood soaked with red from her new power she couldn’t control, glanced at the machine as she contemplated checking what it could possibly be.
After a few moments, and more incessant chiming, she closed her eyes with an aggressively annoyed sigh through her nose and placed it again her ear.
The next few moments would pass by like seconds were changed to years, her eyes widening at the signature she’d saved in her scouter IDs…
Snippar…
As if she didn’t understand the word that scrolled across the visor of her machine, her eyes flickered across every letter as her brain fought to make sense of the appearance. He’d been gone… for so long… I thought he left the planet by now, or died… Tch, or something. She didn’t want to admit it, the fact, that she wanted to see him once more. As to why, she’d couldn’t say in the least! With a low growl she lifted a hand to the wall behind her to lift her broken but recovering body into a standing slouch.
As she pulled herself into a standing posture more becoming of a warrior, she took in a few deeper breaths, “Just a few… more fucking steps-!” She told herself, her voice hitching at the pain as she leaned down on her broken right knee. With a sharp intake of breath, she let out a quick cry before disappearing into a whirlwind of air. The steps were sloppy, nearly revealing her form like a wobbly visage of color and warped wind before she finally stopped at the third step in the sands the coordinates led her to. Legs nearly buckling from under her, she staggered forward a few steps before falling to one knee to grasp at the sand with a hand. Breathing was getting harder and harder to do as she stared at the golden sands that she could see were also tinged with blood.
I must have traveled some distance, but where…? She thought, sluggishly lifting a head to search for the man that had called out to her. Her vision was getting harder and harder to maintain with all the blood seeping into her eye from the gash along her forehead.
((Sorry it took a while!))
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Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2015 5:22:24 GMT
He was preoccupied, as if in meditation, and her tired gaze seemed to grimace at the idea that he had to prepare himself to meet her after so long. You’re making assumptions… tired, long-drawn out assumptions. It was when he let out a gasp upon waking, his words confusing the saiyaness – while simultaneously evoking some oddly-placed concern from her. She ignored the shaking of her legs, pushing herself up and closer to the figure that she knew was the man she mated with. Upon noticing her she growled softly at him when he got closer to her. “Sol…” She warned, but didn’t attack him or push him away as he reached for her waist. It was well timed as she nearly buckled under the weight of her armor, even broken as it was. “Tch!”
As he pulled her closer to his body, she could feel the blood seep across her skin but also a heat she didn’t realize was simmering just beneath her skin. To a normal person, it wasn’t anything to be worried about but to Zerori? It meant she needed to keep her mind and body in check or risk burning him at his proximity. She watched silently as he bandaged her, wiping up vestiges of blood that had dried and hardened across her body. As he spoke to her, her allowing him to remove her broken armor to reveal the blue under-armor spandex beneath that resembled a crop-top, her eyes rolled in irritation.
“’Leaving me?’” She questioned with a hint of angry amusement in her voice, “I distinctly recall leaving you… dumbass…” At a particularly painful wound near the small of her back, she winced but didn’t let it deter her next words to him, “Not that I’m agreeing with you or not, but-” She grinned at him with a feral glint in her eyes, “-Where the hell were you? I could have used your help a long time ago with the android Vi-Poi.” She glared at him, “Do you know that the planet was in danger of being ruled? Did you care at all?” When her voiced seemed to rise louder than she had intended, not really worried about her accusatory tone, she stopped suddenly to just look at him with an angry face.
What the hell was she doing? Looking at him for a little longer, her eyes flickering over various details of his face and features, she raised a cut-up hand to his cheek in an awkward display. Was it affection she was feeling or did she want to make certain that he was here. It didn’t occur to her that she was confusing him with her ‘hot-cold’ reactions to him. Her eye lids lowered, cerulean eyes zeroing in on his lips as the stray thought of kissing him suddenly appealed to her. She looked back up into his eyes, only partially listening to whatever he might have responded to her with.
((Sorry for the latenesss xD))
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Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2015 3:43:54 GMT
Patched up better than she was before, she let out a sigh of relief at the lessening pain. It helped, even if she didn’t believe his words. Trapped in a meteor? What kind of saiyan gets trapped in a meteor?! What kind of saiyaness nearly lets herself get killed by an exploding ship? She shook off the nastiness she felt, trying to at least enjoy the lack of a constantly throbbing back. She looked down at her hands seeing the burns that hadn’t been covered by the bandages and grimaced. It wasn’t hard to tell that she would need more time to recover; such knowledge burned her pride since she’d had far,far worse burns than this…
Catching wind of him missing her, she scoffed, “Right…” She didn’t really have much to say, having lost the will to really snark on him since he explained where he was. Having been absent since the fight with Vi-Poi, she wasn’t much better. She looked at the scouter in her hand, listening passively as he spoke about her oh so lovingly. She contemplated leaving again, just spite him. “I really don’t care,” She muttered, more to herself than to him but looked up when she realized she spoke it out loud. He was smiling… that infuriating smile! She bit her lip, hating how affectionate he was for a saiyan man. What about this irritates me?! Do I even know?
She flushed at his words to her about perfection and waved him off, ignoring his prettied up words in favor of responding to his mention of training with a super saiyan, “Weak? I was new in town but I’ve been quite busy since our departure from each other! As a matter of fact-!” She paused at his request to train with her, “No.” And got up from her spot, wincing slightly as she stretched a few ore tender muscles too far, “If you want to train, fine but I’m not going to baby you and your weak ass.” Turning away from him, she was intent to walk away when he seemed intent on something. He just… stood there… unmoving.
What the fuck…? She turned to him her eyes narrowed suspiciously and took a few tentative steps toward him. “Sol, what are you-?” It was then, in mid-sentence that he snapped out it and looked to her. His next words made her eyes widened in anger. She stepped towards him yelling in his direction, “’My job not to die’, you arrogant bastard!” She slipped on her scouter angrily, glaring at him, “Yeah, I’ll do that…” She hissed threateningly, “-when you learn to shut your damn mouth!” Stomping away from him she ignored the pain of her wounds and she passed by corpse after corpse of the fallen. She didn’t pay attention her surroundings, trying her damndest not to turn around and end the farce of a mate she had.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 26, 2015 21:12:00 GMT
She’d barely taken steps before he was in front of her and grilling her once more; she didn’t know why she didn’t just break his finger when he poked her in the best, eliciting a hiss from her as it jabbed against her broken armor. Every word he spoke as her seeing red! I need to act with some sense?! And what the fuck does he think superficial burns means?! When he made the assumption that she would barely survive she pushed him away, throwing her hand out with as much force as her weakened state would allow, “What the fuck do you know about my survival?! You weren’t even THERE!” She was so exasperated by this point, nearly shouting straight in to his face as she let emotion after emotion roll over her and right off her tongue. “You wanna protect me? Then stay out of my way! I’ve done fine on my own and I will continue to do s-!” Her words cut off dramatically when a violent fit of coughing interrupting her, causing her to buckle under the pressure of her head swimming.
As she fell to her knees, after Snippar was finished talking, she wheezed weakly, “I’m not… gonna be treated… as a child…” She looked up at him then, hand lowering from her mouth – she didn’t remember when she latched it across her lips to stifle whatever came out. Zerori wouldn’t notice blood, looking at Snipper from the position on one knee to see the blood that was fresh on her palm. She just continued to look at him – not really feeling anything but a strong sweeping sensation running over her as he stood still, almost rigid. She narrowed her eyes at him, watching as he bit his lip – what the hell was wrong with him? “Hey… Hey!” She tried to grab at his attention, seeing something behind his eyes but uncertain as to what exactly she was seeing. “What the hell is wrong with you?!” She yelled then, her voice rasping unnaturally.
It was a raw and unsettling scene; Zerori watched as he backed away and held his head. He was yelling something about not wanting to kill her, Who the hell does he think he is? Thinking he could kill me… No, stop it Zerori… She could feel her ire at him seep into her thoughts, even as he let out a terrible cry and threw back his head. Was he in pain? What he possessed or something?! “Snippar, dammit, TELL ME WHAT’S WRONG?!” She demanded, trying to speak louder than his voice that roared against the tumulus winds.
Given her proximity to Snippar as his power rose, she almost didn’t have time to throw up an arm to block a rogue ball of energy. It connected with the bottom of her forearm that was presented, knocking her away onto her backside. As the burn seared at her she never-the-less looked back up when he started speaking, yet… “He’s not talking to me, but… someone else?” She muttered, one eye closed to prevent debris from getting inside it while the other was only partially cracked to watch him. He was holding his head as his power finally seemed to come to a stop towards a peaceful low. What the hell was that all about and what did Zucceta have to do with anything?
Getting back to her feet, she winced at the pain in her legs before stepping towards him cautiously, “…Snippar?” He walked away a few paces, as if on autopilot towards some destination before she walked closer. She didn’t see the tears before he turned to her, all apparent and lain out for her to see. As he spoke to her, his gaze focused on the setting sun as dusk fast approached, it was hard to keep her gaze trained on his. The words found her but the mere act of being mates with… with this.
I can’t do this. What he’s become, I… Her thoughts were jumbled and chaotic, unable to latch onto anything concrete about her feelings until a question was given to her.
The Question.
“You can’t just-!” She started, wanting to interrupt him but stopped with uncertainty as he continued. Every question he asked, she could feel a sensation of her skin crawling before she finally had to stop him, “Stop this! Now! You want an answer to this… this madness?” She yelled, words bubbling up from the surface of some place she couldn’t quite place. Perhaps it was the grief and anguish she’d yet to find an answer to or there was more to what she felt – whatever the matter was with her, she felt it all rush from her in a torrent of angry emotion. “I told you a long time ago that this was never love! What we had that night in the forest was meant for only that night!” Trying to catch her breath from yelling, she stopped as she stared at him.
Her gaze was heated but she didn’t stop there, even as he seemed to continue with some sort of smile even she could tell was fake, “I’m not going to allow you to keep on with this. Live or die, mate or not, you’ve changed far too much for me to accept this of you. Even if I’m part demon I am still a saiyan! I won’t help or coddle you if you wish to continue to be my mate!”
She felt like turning away from him then, but stared at him as much as she could. He was a man; more than that, a saiyan man. She wouldn’t tolerate a man like him, like her father, to be mated with her. She was not going to use him… like her mother her father.
“Stand on your own, Sol. I can’t… I can’t do this with you, anymore,” She said finally, the exhaustion almost crippling her. She had to stay strong, however. This power he had that wanted to kill her might do so again after her little ‘confession’.
((I'm sorry >< She's being very cold.))
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Post by Deleted on Sept 27, 2015 22:45:39 GMT
She watched, as if baited, for his reaction to her words. It wasn’t going to be good, she was certain of that. When it seemed as if he wasn’t going to say anything his dark chuckle put her immediately back on her guard. He spoke of how Snippar could have easily killed her long ago, and of that she remembered his power. It was what attracted her to him in the first place and also… that accursed star that made her lose herself every month. Did I ever truly enjoy his presence? Was this all about my reaction to him because of my body? Her gaze sharpened upon his mention of this being the prove of his love for her, to which she immediately felt the heat of her power flare at such a challenge.
“Mind your words!” She declared, meaning to interrupt him as he spoke of Snippar’s imprisonment. It pained her to know that he had to suffer and live through this ‘primal’ side of him but it was through his decision and his decision alone to lock that side of himself away. He was a saiyan, just as she was! When he seemed to grasp his sanity once more, the act nearly making Zerori double take, she didn’t waste time to speak with him. “Look, you need to try and maintain control over this… this who-ever-this-is!” She stopped, her angry expression darkening as he called her a ‘cold-hearted’ bitch but then said that she was productive. It was that hot and then cold and then back to being hot nature that she utterly despised of him!
“It happened once Snippar! Worse yet, I was under the influence of the Makyo Star!” She wanted to continue, defensive about her own nature clashing with his on this topic of their mating. He reached for her hips but she wasn’t going to allow it; she stepped away from him and growled low in her throat in warning. “You’ve lost the right to touch me. It may be only for just right now but this assumption that you need me and that I am some sort of bitch to bear your children… No, that’s not going to work.”
She didn’t want his help with recovery, she just wanted… she wanted to be left alone with her grief. Whatever he was going through, this primal side of him that he was struggling with, she couldn’t possibly save them both and didn’t have the energy to even try. He mentioned for them to go to a cave so she could rest. Her wounds implored her to take up the offer, yet she just couldn’t let this conflict die off. Not when she was mated to him and he was challenging her so obviously!
You’re acting less like yourself and more like-
-A saiyan?... Maybe that’s how it was meant to be…
When he was motioning for her to follow him, to rest and restore her strength while he went to fetch food, she took a step towards him with her shoulders squared in his direction threateningly. It was when he reached towards her and their gazes met that she felt a familiar stirrings in the pit of her stomach. However, it was not to kiss him but rather…
A fist swung out, intent to impact right into his jaw with as much force as she could muster. Regardless if it hit or not, Zerori stepped back from him with a snarl before speaking to him in a lethal timbre, “I’ll give you one chance…” Heat could felt around her and sparks could be seen igniting against the sands before they sputtered out. However, it was the wind that was the most foreboding as it picked up around her and her hair started to pick up. “Leave. I will no longer be your mate, strapped to your side like a last resort! Take your kiss and shove it or leave it for my ass because I REFUSE to be quelled for the sake of whatever you plan to do.”
[DE Warning given out! Zerori is prepared to kill! Stay at your own risk! She is definitely in a mood!]
((Charging Phoenix Rage III [MP3] to 200% next turn for 379,902 PL.))
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Post by Deleted on Sept 28, 2015 3:18:20 GMT
It surprised her when he grabbed her fist, despite taking a hard one to the face; it did little to dissuade her from the constant flow of rage that overtook her rationality. All she could think of how infuriated he made her, and how much the humiliation of her situation left her damn near hollow to any desire for interaction. It was only when she heard him speak that she started to breath again, trying to keep herself from acting upon the flames of her power that itched to draw blood. Did it matter that it was her mate? Possibly… Possibly in the worst way, did it matter to her? How far have I come to hate him? And is it truly him that I hate or is it the thought of him? Her thoughts felt mixed, as if she wasn’t the only one to speaking about her own introspection.
Only slightly humorous did she feel a stray thought occur to her, almost making her feel like her old self, His insanity is contagious…
She could hear his words, even understand them, yet the more he spoke the more she felt as if he was simply trying to save him own skin. It only slightly abated her when he said that he would leave… after her wounds were tended to. No, it’s not enough, She felt herself lament heatedly and jerked her hand from his grasp, taking a step back. “NO, I-!” She gasped, hissing at the pain in her shoulder towards her back but shook her head vehemently, “You can’t stay here. I’ve survived every battle that has nearly killed me.” She took another step back from him, “This one is no different; it’s simply another battlefield!” Her power flared once more, increasing again in a bid to influence him to escape. She didn’t know how long she could keep herself from killing him – this sensation was almost overwhelming.
They had both lost something, she knew. As he went on about how much he had lost – lamenting on now losing her – she cursed loudly, “Gods damn it, I can’t help you! Not now! I’ve lost my ship! My home! What was left of everything I gave a damn about! I can’t-!” She suddenly stopped, deadly serious as she corrected herself, “No, I won’t give a damn about anyone else, anymore…”
Finally, though he seemed to be beseech her a few more times to at least allow him to help her, he started to back away. It hurt… By the gods, did it hurt to send away someone she once thought she fancied… But she couldn’t afford it. All the riches in the world could buy her comfort, consorts for her lust, technology that could marvel her…
But not love, and certainly not companionship.
As she pulled her arm back, her stance lowering to warn him off she spoke again. Yet instead of lashing out at him once more in scorn her voice was uncharacteristically meek, “Get away from me… Just go, damn it. I’ll… I’ll figure it out when I figure it the hell out but just leave! If you truly give a damn then fight me when you have the power! Then I’ll-!” Her hand began to shake, whether from pain or the urge to attack, as she finished, “I’ll know then… Now leave, or die to me! Those are your own choices!” And her hateful gaze returned, breathing heavily as she fought to stay awake. “I’ll survive…”
((Attempt to calm Zerori was only slightly effective, charging Phoenix Rage III to 300% for a PL of 557,853. Last chance for escape~))
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Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2015 1:45:39 GMT
Zerori watched, her gaze locked onto his every movement like a lioness gauging the reaction from her enemy, as he backed away. However, he did not leave without giving her his last few words in regards to her emotional state – a most unwelcome critique given her lack of being able keep rational. At the mention of her wounds she could feel them almost respond to the mention and throb before she bit down on her lip again.
Why won’t he just SHUT UP?! Came a frantic thought, sounding almost frenzied in her own mind. It took her closing her eyes to articulate a calm response to his promise of returning in a few days. She hoped he’d be stronger, more worthy of helping her so she could help him without killing him in the process. That’s what went through her mind anyway before she scoffed at his words, “Take years, please. I could care less at this point anymore…” When he finished by sliding some sort of care package towards her she merely glanced at it before glaring back at him. Expectantly…
He turned away, finally… and it felt like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She was free, for the moment… She stared there, the fire kindled to the highest crescent of power before she saw his figure fade into nothing… then he seemed to take flight and she could finally feel alone… and back to her own thoughts.
Like a burner being abruptly stopped, the element that rage along her arm evaporated into nothing and Zerori could feel a very distinct sensation of falling – a feeling that used to terrify her as a child. Unable to move to stop her descent, her gaze didn’t flinch as she crumpled to the ground face-first into the sands. Her cheek laid against the grains of sand next to the package Snippar left for her, unable to move aside from looking ahead with very little focus in her gaze. He’s gone… so I can just… rest for now… Her thought started to slow to a stand-still, her eyes closing finally.
Look at it… Came a stray thought, unwary of her surroundings or even her own physical state. When it spoke once more, urging her to look at something again, she opened her eyes to stare at the sizable package.
I can’t move, though…
So she stared, her full gaze keeping to the package before her the arm that was closed to her side started to twitch. Slowly, strained to the brink, she moved her arm up against the sand – until she felt her hand touch the hard casing of the package. “Gnh!” She gave a grunt, pain filling her shoulder and sides as she pushed the muscles and they cramped painfully in response. “C…C’mon…” She urged herself, her fingers trying to move along the edges to the release hatch. She barely managed to flip it up before it popped open with a loud ‘thwap’, pushing her arm aside as supplies spilled out.
As she gazed at them, trying to piece together what he had left her, she could feel a deep penetrating pain – not simply in her body but more specifically in her chest. What… No, not again-! She realized it was the same pain that she felt when Ari passed… it returned to torture her again. Was that what it was, then? I can’t love him. Not… not after this. Neither of us deserves this…
Her gaze finally settled on something that appeared out of place; a piece of parchment that was heavier than paper she’d felt before. Honestly, paper was something she’d rarely seen. As she narrowed her gaze on it, focused on making out it’s origins, it startled her to realize that it was an illustration…
Pain was overridden by unfathomable curiosity as she reached towards the parchment and her fingers weakly gripped the sliver. It took immense effort on her part… but when she finally turned it to face her – she nearly lost her grip on it at the visage that was before her. It was them in the forest. You… foolish male… She cursed him, wet proof of her regret of their pairing falling from her eyes. “I should… have never met you, damn it!” She choked out, a gasp torn from her throat as she just stared at it. “I hate you... I hate you so much!” She yelled, her voice cracking at the end.
It took her several minutes to calm herself, torn between the kaleidoscope of raw emotions, before she would slowly reach for the various pieces of medical supply. Minutes, hours… multiples of hours – she didn’t bother to take notice of any of them as she slowly attended to her wound; swallowing pain relievers, applying ointment and just trying to get into an upright position. She would occasionally eat at the food with bitterness on her face, pride screaming at her foolishness to accept it. However, when it finally seemed easier to move, she rolled over onto her hands and knees to push herself shakily to her feet.
She had a start… a rocky, disgusting terrible start – but it was a point to begin at non-the-less. She didn’t have the energy to jump into a wind step so she walked every painful step she could until she needed to stop. She would persevere…
Survival was all that mattered.
[End Thread]
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Bing Gan
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PL: 374,871
Enlightenment (x16P), S. Ascension (x23)
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OOC Name: Bing/Biggums/TruetoCaesar
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Post by Bing Gan on Oct 22, 2015 8:25:38 GMT
Relationship problems are never fun, especially when both members of the relationship have Saiyan blood in them!
Zerori, your Word Count is 4753 and your PL Gains are: 7344!
Current PL Total: 185,951 > New PL Total: 193,295!
Snippar, your Word Count is 4718 and your PL Gains are: 6364!
Current PL Total: 103,264 > New PL Total: 109,988!
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