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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2016 23:39:16 GMT
 The Ghosts Of Eras PastThread power level 57,186!
Heavy weights ACTIVE! Current PL: 14,296!
OOC Notes: This is a really big first post. My goal with it was to help introduce Noxa to more aspects of humanity, as well as give her a stronger basis to understand Celmaru & Katsu. Also wanted to give it a really strong touch of "Ghost of Christmas Past".
My apologies it took me almost a freaking weak to write this. I have a hard time writing NPCs with hard personalities.
Either way, I hope you enjoy~!
Having a nightmare is one thing. Vicariously reliving parts of your life you didn’t care to remember were another.
A grumpy, unsatisfied Noxa rose from the bush and briars that lined a forest’s undergrowth. She effectively freed herself from the cozy little Noxa-shaped outline that had formed during her stay. That forest was but a stone’s throw from Satan City, where she’d come to call ‘her nesting zone’ for the past three or so weeks. That is where she’d be sleeping, where it not for recent events. Thanks to a monster’s destructive rampage Noxa found herself sleeping amid the rising spires less and less. How could she, after all? Come every morning there was the unyielding sound of heavy machinery and men at work. The din of construction a byproduct of their attempts to reconstruct and rebuild all the damage done in that little ‘event’.
She didn’t mind — not too much, anyway. Sure, there was a little tug at a little something she’d eventually come to know as ‘pride’; Noxa had been pushed out of her home, despite having 'won' against Plato. Having been force away was something she vowed to not let happen again, yet here she was. Even if temporary, this little move was still proof that she couldn’t stick to her word. Even if she’d won the battle against the flaming monster and his summoner the end-result was still as though she’d lost.
A sigh came. There was also the fact that she owed her life to a breed of individuals she believed, up to now, were out to get her: ‘heroes’. That dashing Captain Nova and his dazzling style. Using the rising feeling of frustration as motivation the woman came to push herself from the floor. A string of curses came to fly from her lips, aimed at herself. How could she find any sort of admiration for the same kind of individual who often was the one leading the witch hunts that drove her off? The woman’s lack of understanding of social discourse was behind her misconceptions of ‘heroes’ and their role.
The Bio Woman’s yellow gaze washed over the delicate leaves, the crawling critters, the sleeping animals… All this life. It thrived. Predators and prey, living in balance. The yin and yang; the duality of nature in perfect harmony. It was beautiful. It was something Noxa only came to experience since she arrived on Earth. Her deserted world of Zilyana had nothing of the sort. It was a barren hell, hosting ruins of attempted human colonies that had fallen to war. The Arcosian Empire’s struggle to dominate the planet… At first their assault was mighty and relentless, but over time…
Noxa’s thoughts were pulled from her past. The words in her mind would begin to thin out and eventually come to a dead silence. She stood there, amid the symphony of the forest’s night. She indulged the play of nature unfold in front of her. Noxa, peeking through the curtains of darkness; curtains pulled aside by the shafts of moonlight that broke through the heavy canopy above. The scene was beyond therapeutic, completely healing over the wounds that her vivid dreams had re-opened. Wounds she, at the time, didn’t realize she had. This did, however, help Noxa realize that she developed. It helped her realize more avenues of life had opened to her. The less she relied on her instinct the world became clear to her, much like Katsu and Celmaru had both suggested.
Heavy metal-like carapace heels began to sink into the floor. The woman’s body had begun to move before her mind had given the command to do so. That’s right — she wasn’t going to be able to return to sleep. Not anymore. She might as well return to her city. Amid the lively human settlements there was surely more to do — ways to numb her mind a little further. Following the leitmotif of her dreams, Noxa knew what to look for. A soft walk evolved into a light jog, which rapidly became a run. Moments later the woman was airborne. Her wings silently blurred through the air of the night, having emerged from beneath her upper back — an area usually covered by her cascading red mane.
She broke through the forest’s canopy of leaves, heading into the bustling metropolis. Noxa wasn’t sure if she could get drunk, but she knew plenty of people solved their problems that way. Besides, something about the idea seemed right — numb an emotional wound caused by an alcohol-based poison by more of its kind. Fighting fire with fire.
The troubled woman, by the time she landed, had taken a different shape altogether. The same pale, young visage she’d used against Plato and his monster had returned; she’d shape-shifted into a young adult woman with long black hair, and bright emerald doe-eyes.
Noxa, however, remained unaware of just what bothered her. She didn’t have the life experience to deal with all of the massive paradigm shifts she’d encountered just within the past seven days. Between Katsu, SCAR, & the clusterfuck that had come out of the monster’s attacks she felt like a different person. No, — that was it! That was the problem. She 'felt' like a 'person'.
Noxa still had no purpose in life — only a promise of a role within SCAR, and the imprinted tendency of a survivor; a predator.
Noxa still had no social understanding of people or how they worked. A fact that had caused her far more trouble than she still realized. That was something the gallant hybrid had spoke about — going as far as to extend the offer of Noxa's training in that regard. Training led by his very green wife.
It was nothing short of a few hours of wandering until Noxa found something that caught her eye. A cracked, derelict, lonely stall. It harbored a fresh scent that attracted the nose of many; critters akin to animals, critters akin to insects. The old appearance of the shop was not alien, but it felt out of place within Satan City.
In any case, within the stall one's attention would fall on a single man. This man, holding a bottle were visible, with bandages tightly wrapped around his waist. This bestowed him with a peculiar style — something between a mixture of a martial arts instructor and a bartender. An old one, at that, given the heavy white & grey of his hair.
Noxa was very familiar with this part of town, but she didn't remember this 'shop'. Many people were known to have gone from one place to another — nomads who carried with them little make-shift buildings. However, this ghostly appearance was nothing short of eerie. A form of intimidation lingered in the air. The uncanny aura, it hooked Noxa's attention. From behind the drapes that covered the shop's entrance, Noxa caught sight of the glimmers of bottles.
There was definitely something to drink in there. Alcohol, Noxa would guess. Precisely what she was looking for.
It was to that very location that Noxa felt herself drawn. Into the nomadic-looking stall she ventured. Noxa had wandered through this part of the city for some time, nothing else seemed open. Even more of a reason to enter. Out of both curiosity and the promise of alcohol her acute olfactory senses made, Noxa approached. The sound of slapping feet came to an end as a black-clad hand pushed apart the curtains, revealing a cozy space within. The girl in the skin-tight black jumpsuit entered. Her first two steps were relatively meek. Cautious steps. She hadn’t ever been in a place like this before — in this kind of shop. Especially not one with such a menacing aura to it. Her eyes wandered, taking in a bit of the surroundings before eventually locking themselves with those of the old man — presumably the shop’s owner — and his whitish gray pompadour.
Noxa’s voice came without any formalities or greets. “You got a stiff drink here?” A flat tone that went hand in hand with the tired look about her face.
Chuckling lightly,the facial expression shown by a man of his posture was one of delight. He and his log like limbs flexed. The look on his face was clear — he would indulge her. Indulge the woman, who had carefully treaded towards him. The derriere whom was now firmly planted on a seat in front of him.
The area was overgrown with vines and the drinks were old. No, not just old, but pleasantly old! Aged! The scent of the well-developed, fruity wine spread, permeating the stand. The scent was taken by Noxa, whose lungs grew only to take in the aroma.
Even the scent of vodka, beer and many other spirits lingered within this stand — not just wine. The spread of such powerful smells within this small, confined space… It was intoxicating on its own.The bio-woman watched as he slowly parted his lips and spoke. His words were few.
They were unreasonable at first; the way he spoke them so suddenly, bombastic and with life, was unnatural. Behind the words were hidden meaning as well as hidden intention.
Noxa soon found herself gripped within the man’s eyes. She settled herself in the seat.
"Lives are not threatened in this small little space, lassy. Remember this for me, as I believe you may need something more than a 'stiff drink', but above all... You should be as natural as possible when trying to drink something akin to this should you not?"
The woman found herself tasting his weird choice of words before any alcohol. 'Be as natural as possible'...? His words put Noxa on edge; she had a feeling it was more than just a strange choice of words. Was this just a hunch or did he know? How was he aware of her fake form — of her true nature?
The man, then moved his hand to a wall beside him, where a few images were visible; Noxa, capable of seeing images, studied them. She saw…!
Her eyes narrowed. She could certainly recognize some of them! It was hard to undo the damage time had done to those young faces, but… Celmaru — Katsu! She also saw another face; one she didn’t yet recognize, but it none the less left her with a heavy pit in her stomach. Something — perhaps fate — told her one day she’d come to meet the man in that picture too. A man with a strong, proud face and a strange hair style.
There were others, too. She recognized, at least, the boy who had healed Plato. Still, there were people in the pictures she had not met before; people who she didn’t exactly feel a connection to. People in varying ages. Many of the images the man displayed were depicting some sort of training or teaching. Training despite their youth. The dates within the images seemed to be only a year before, but they all had smiles that were radiant and full.
It was a smile that showed that they were not family, yet at the same time were considered to be kin. To be his family, but none the less the damage of training done to them was intense. The man was in many of those photos — plenty of them being group pictures. However, one thing caught Noxa’s eye; one thing made her heart skip a beat all together. Her mouth dropped open as her eyes FIXED upon a singular image.
Noxa — she couldn't believe her eyes. What she saw, it... It made no sense! Within the collection of frame photos on the wall, there was one with HER picture on it! The man touched that picture's frame, gazing into the frozen still of the Bio Android.
The onyx-haired Woman’s eyes moved. Instead of holding the Old Man’s gaze it now rested itself on the picture he touched.
“How--...?” Noxa asked, her voice barely audible under her breath.
Slowly her form returned to normal. She grew larger; her hair became wild and a vivid, saturated scarlet. The emerald eyes were wiped away; black sclera and xanthic irises took their place. The black suit began to retract into Noxa’s normal scantily-clad armor.
“I don’t… Understand.” Noxa couldn’t process any of this, “When was that picture taken? Wh-- who are you?” She stammered through her sentences, absolutely swept away by the novelty and mysticism of the situation at hand.
The woman swallowed hard.
The vision Celmaru had shown him — of his life... It was thanks to those vicarious memories that Noxa knew what he should have looked as a child… It was thanks to those images she recognized him in so many of the photographs. Still, actually seeing a photo of young Celmaru... That was something else.
A smile broke through her lips. It wasn’t cocky, or mean. It was a soft, sincere, calm smile.
“He… Looks a lot less angry.”
Her gaze shifted to the ones with Katsu. “... What can you tell me about that one?” She asked, pointing to the Doctor she had come to befriend.
The man, with his careful glance, was simply taking his time. He tasted the bottle of alcohol within his hand, as he softly made his eyes move over the current arrival.
The insects had begun to fly away. Other smaller animals also fled, after having made off with whatever they could get their little paws on. Both Noxa and the Old Man were keenly aware of what caused the mass exile — her true form. After all, everything organic had this carnal desire of survival. Noxa's reveal likely had set off alarms within them.
They viewed her as a true threat, and naturally evacuated the premises. The drive of instinct was something that Noxa understood well. It was something present within all living things, from the smallest prey to the largest predator.
"He is a scientist with a heart of gold; a man who will be giving everything for his goal and knows how to treat anybody in a humane sense.”
The man’s words were strange to Noxa. She wasn’t sure if he was mistaken or if Katsu had simply undergone drastic changes. Regardless, he went on:
“But if you betray him his sting will be stronger than that of a scorpion; his slash will be more rending than a mantis; his blade is carved by his effort and hard work as seen within my eyes.”
The man cleared his throat, having finish the poetic rendition of Katsu’s personality.
“But if you are gazing towards that little one — Celmaru was it? He is a fine lad. His training was bound by desperation to move forwards in a rather beautiful struggle…”
The Old Man’s voice trailed off. Noxa listened, on the edge of her seat as the man’s poetic words ringed in her head. ‘Beautiful struggle’, he had said. Noxa had never putted those two words together, but the resonated extremely well within her soul. She wasn’t sure why.
“Yet here we are, technically forced to stick to the web of fate while his strength magnificently increases after the foundations were set by a mere friend of his… Keep that kid safe, he has a goal, a single goal that he could attain, something different from my slowly drowning experience in the thousands of goals that I have completed."
Noxa was very hesitant to speak. She was overwhelmed; she was confused. She wanted to ask, again, who this man was — she wanted to know if this was even real. She couldn’t be sure. Still, those logical assessments seemed… Second hand. More important things seemed to come up.
“Keep him safe?” Noxa shook her head, “I recently came to realize Celmaru is light years ahead of me in strength.” She couldn’t help but scoff at her own insignificance. “He could wave his hand and it would be enough to splattered on a windshield like a bug — a lot of people on this planet could. How would I keep him safe? Me — some two-bit genetic Frankenstein with no goal or direction? Someone who doesn’t even understand people outside of their biology?”
Her eyes glanced up again, studying the picture the Old Man had touched — the picture where Noxa was in. She tried to focus and gather more details about the image.
Noxa found herself listening to the Old Man's words. They struck a chord with her. She wasn't necessarily sure what it was, It could've been that they were the closest thing she'd heard to some sort of absolute truth — to some sort of guide.
She wasn't sure what it was about; what the Old Man said — about protecting. The woman remembered her first meeting with Celmaru; Noxa remembered just what imprinted memories he'd projected unto her psyche.
Celmaru's childhood was rough. Very rough. He was beyond ostracized and persecuted for his hybrid status. Still, when Noxa had seen him she couldn't help but feel a bit of anger at him for not fighting back. That hint of ire was something that seemed to contradict her feelings about the idea of 'protecting' someone. It's true — having seen the horrible events that happened to Celmaru HAD made Noxa want to protect him. To do something about it.
But at the same time... Wasn't it better that all those things happened? Celmaru was a much stronger person for it. What if Noxa, in being overbearing, caused someone to lose strength? To lose the capability to grow and develop?
A breath of frustration escaped Noxa. She eagerly reached for the strong-smelling spirits that'd been poured to her by the wise old man.
"You seem to have been around the block a few times." She said under her breath. "A wise man. Why are humans so zealous and protective of each other?" She asked, finding a rising frustration as she tried to pick her words. "Why do they protest the death of their own kin, but will gladly slay an animal for a meal? Why do they have this possessive WANT to protect their kin, even when allowing them to fend for themselves would turn them into a stronger person?"
The primordial reason of Noxa's frustration was simple: the very qualities she'd grown to resent in others were qualities she had begun to see in herself. Just hints — glimpses of emotions she couldn't understand yet. Though, despite her ignorance, the Bio Android felt that the amalgam of those unknown qualities meant she was changing.
Noxa, to some degree, was afraid of that change. Despite being designed to be some sort of apex predator the hunter found herself afraid of becoming something else — losing who she had been up to this point. Even IF that person was just an instinct-driven reactionary machine.
That fear was something the woman couldn't yet express.
Slowly shaking his head while gazing towards the distance beyond this mere woman, the old man started to speak once again, this time in a painful slur. His words coming out rather painfully as he knew what kind of sins she had committed for her constant hunger for survival. Knowing that everybody was a hunter in some sense trying to survive, except for the pacifists known as Namekians who remained in their pure like state of keeping along the lines of themselves.
"You have changed."
This was the first few words that the old man had spoken while starting to raise his body. His arms had already looked like logs, but it was nothing short of a massive working project upon a closer inspection. Despite the run-down, yet homely shack, his body was different; being carefully taken care off. It showed. This man had to constantly be keeping a form of exercise up. Though his struggle was not for the sake of vanity — or, at least, not only for it. His endeavors were set to attain some form of strength. Strength to protect those he held dear; every fiber of his being was made to protect.
He was a guardian. A sentinel. Naturally, the woman’s internal conflict resonated within him.
"Every creature has a goal in life, every creature has to bear their own sins; every creature has made mistakes; we all have regrets... Our own attempt at covering up for these sins is by drowning ourselves in this justice,” He spoke, raising a bottle of the very poison he’d poured the woman, “that makes us truly sinful.”
He continued.
“Because we realize that we are hunters, murderers, and all those things just to survive. We push ourselves out; we look for someone to connect with — someone who has already walked the same path. Someone who knows the struggle.” The old man took a pause, leaning against the hardwood of his counter. “But you won’t find anyone whose footsteps you can follow. Not exactly. Your path is your own. Who else would know better of suffering than somebody who has taken his blade and effortlessly took out those that stood before herself?"
He’d circled his comment around, having returned the subject back to Noxa.
This man was forward. He spoke with confidence, though his words were poetic and his candor vague. He danced around the subject, but the meaning behind his words were clear enough. He had done this many times before. It was almost countless the times he played the listening role — countless the times he offered advice. Gave life lessons. Often times that only led the people he tried to help down a sour path. A dark path.
Still, he continued to listen. Still, he continued to give advice.
The path was Noxa’s to choose. The path was never his own. All the old man could do was enlighten it — give enough light to make the trek easier on her.
"If you fend for yourself you will grow weaker.”
Noxa looked up in surprise. ‘w-what did he say?’ She thought to herself. S-surely she misheard him; what he claimed made no sense!
She hadn’t; he pressed on.
“You will be weakened and weakened up till the day you die, and have yourself knocked down to the floor because of some ‘protagonist’ with a bullshit reason — someone that apparently is ‘powered’ by their emotions. They will come forth; they will strike you down.”
The old man cleared his throat.
“That power that is endless, amazing and causes us to rush towards our doom for the sake of others."
There was a vague simper in his lips. A light chuckle in his tone.
“It is great. It is beautiful… But, still, it is still bullshit; it is illogical and unpredictable”
The stranger had finished speaking, it seemed — at least for now. Noxa took note of something she had begun to notice: a soft pressure. This lingering atmosphere that had persisted since the beginning, when the animals — who remained nearby, yet out of reach — made their escape. The aura, atmosphere, presence — whatever one wished to call it. It made the air heavy, like soup. Dense. Thick. It was overbearing. Noxa only now was beginning to realize it, as it seemed to intensify as time ticker forward.
Maybe THAT was the reason the animals had fled after all. Maybe it wasn’t the reveal of her true form, but whatever presence lingered.
Having felt the growing pains of silence, the old man was obligated to fill in the void.
"I take these images to show my affection; hold omage to those I wish to protect, hoping that one day they will join hands with me and smile over a nice meal made by these large, powerful hands."
The man put down whatever bottle he was holding, instead he rose his meaty fists. He clenched them. Tightening and releasing said tension.
"These strong, powerful hands — they seem like they can carry the whole world but they are powerless.”
Noxa spoke shortly after the man had finished that sentence.
“You talk about them — your hands — as powerful. How can you then immediately say you have no power? Aren't you contradicting yourself?”
A sly, cheeky smile grew beneath his gloriously bristly mustache.
“Even the sharpest blade in the universe has no power if it is wielded with no intention to cut.” He resumed, “I do not attack. I am a defender for the hearts that I wish to protect. To them these large, burly shoulders and log like arms are nothing more than simple obstacles — meat shields. They serve as shelter from the arrows of agony rain down upon us all at one point or another.”
Noxa was beginning to get the gist of it. Being presented with a philosophy she hadn’t yet entertained. The old man, however, was still not done.
“I was never capable of protecting those that truly deserved it, and i am regretting this for every single day, as I am jailed within that white building known as a hospital.”
Noxa had been slowly nodding her head, showing her acceptance to some of what he said — not all. She was a good listener; a good learner. But what last sentence cut her right off her tracks.
“W-what what?”
He continued, however.
“Strength is strength, it destroys and takes away, yet this warm feeling in my heart that keeps bringing me back to those that I hold dear..."
And then, he moved. The sudden thickness of the atmosphere faded away in like a burst of energy — a jolt of thunder, a jolt of electricity. It moved outwards like a wave of light itself as he spread his hand forwards to Noxa.
A telepathic wave of energy; a telepathic wave of emotion, an emotion stronger than any blow that he could have stricken against the redheaded woman.
This was like a blow far beyond what she could have feared from those that would claim themselves to be her foes. It would push them down to their knees and keep them there, should they would not realize just how endless this strength was.
"I am fragile, weak, powerless, slow, disappointing. A thousand words come to my mind, but you must know differently. You must know why this man will soon, at some point, stand above those that claim that power is everything you need... No?"
The wave that blasted out from every fiber of his muscular being — the wave that held the emotions of so many people...
Noxa’s mind was inundated with a vision of the not-so-distant past.
In her mind’s eye Noxa was presented with a scene. Noxa recognized the muscle-bound visage of the elderly gentleman. His form was standing before a blow that was fatal to a more-recent version of Celmaru. Yet, he kept smiling. The old oaf’s simpering blossomed into a beautiful laughter. Powerful, hearty laughter.
The enemy, swearing that he would eliminate him as his signature move was approaching. The old man’s jolly nature, however, didn’t waver.
That vision, too, passed.
Then came another.
One more vision. This one proved difficult for Noxa to understand; she didn’t recognize those involved. Still, none the less, she was able to understand the story behind it. There was the old man. His figure cried out — voice laced in what Noxa could only surmise as 'fear'. He cried to a small dog, which in this vision the man referred to as ‘Chili’. The dog rode within a cart. Within it, along side he and his dog, was another; a woman known as ‘Hana’. Their cart wizzed down a mountain, speeding downwards at frightful speeds — and it was about to crash. Still, despite how ‘suicidal’ the Old Man thought this activity was he did not try and stop the trio. Despite just how loudly his instincts shouted at him to ‘stop’ or ‘prevent’, the let the scene unfold. He trusted the duo with his life — literally.
Noxa didn’t question how she knew these things — she wasn’t within a state of mind where she could reason and think. The woman, instead, rode out this wave of memories and emotion. She left the deciphering and break-down for later.
Then came the final memory the old man imparted — a wisp from his younger days. A memory of when he met this green fool known as ‘Sabika’, a man Noxa came to instinctively ‘feel’ to be Namekian. The Namekian’s color and the image of the urn were the only things Noxa ‘saw’.
In this memory there was less imagery and far more emotion.
It didn’t matter much. The story was translated just as well into her mind — if not more so, despite the lack of sight.
The strange old man saved this Namekian from his prison. This (then less so) elderly man, in saving the Namekian, learned a few valuable life lessons, which he now imparted. On that day, the man learned how nothing should be feared, about how rushing ahead foolishly would cost him his life.
There were hundreds, thousands, millions of creatures he had ended. Yet, instead of questioning if he was an apex survivor, or attempting to blame Noxa for whatever past misdeeds she’d be guilty of, the old man shared instead only those memories. The memories, all of which shared one leitmotif — a singular theme that Noxa had begun to understand: love & affection.
How do you explain to a blind person the sensation of colors? To a deaf person a symphony? To an anosmic the delicious allure of freshly-baked goods? To an instinct-driven monster the intense, overbearing warmth of love?
You can’t. Well, not with words.
The man, however, had found a loophole, it seemed: telepathy.
Noxa had been exposed to a new sensation. One warmer than the alcohol weakening her emotional resistances. One stronger than the confusion that was brought forwards by the man’s poetic ramblings. One stronger than even the aura of Earth’s strongest warriors.
And with that everything went dark.
There could have been a myriad of reasons marking Noxa’s lapse in consciousness. Stress, overwhelmed by psychic energy, the mystic nature of the meeting. Or, hell, none of that could’ve easily have happened.
Come morning, however, Noxa would be in Satan City. By some miracle the break of dawn didn’t bring with it the discordant din of construction work. Instead, Noxa peacefully slept in a corner of the streets. She was wrapped in a blanket that was a little too small for her — a blanket she had never seen in her life. A faded, ragged pink cotton blanket etched with little white stars.
Even as the blue hour of dawn came and passed Noxa remained peacefully asleep, amid the growing activity of the city around her. Plenty of uncomfortable civilians and commuters avoided her like a plague. Making wide circles around the presumed hobo with a weird look.
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Sept 4, 2016 7:52:07 GMT
'How does it feel to be alienated?...If not for your appearance alone.'
A peculiar hybrid stepped out from a nearby alleyway, further enhancing the current discomfort within the passerby. The hybrid would speak in a clear, stern tone...if only he were to communicate telepathically about this. Taking a wide step to stand before the slumbering Bio-Android, the hybrid warrior folded his arms; a disappointed facial expression upon him. Hastily suppressing his Ki, the irritated warrior raised his left calf beyond him. Glaring down upon Noxa, the hybrid husband Celmaru Waterfield thrust his foot forward, aimed merely at her abdomen. Prior to contact, however, there was a sudden pause.
"..."
A brief, albeit audible sigh was noticeable within his pursed lips. The nasal exhale alone was enough to be distinct. The hybrid's foot was frozen before the Bio-Android's lower torso, a mere inch until an unbearably rude awakening. Celmaru's lowermost limb receded as he took the time to crouch down. Resting his forearms atop his knees, the hybrid gave his newfound "student" a hearty slap upon the cheek. Minor at best, yet potentially suitable for its desired effect.
"Come now, wake up. This display is shameful."
If Noxa were to soon awake, she would likely notice an apparent lack of Phae nearby. The one and only seaweed woman was several miles away; awaiting the one person that was often beside her to become two. Phae Waterfield, currently residing in a nearby wasteland, was forcing herself to maintain composure. There was a strange sort of sensation that overcame her if Celmaru was away for too long. Regardless of such unnecessary matters, excluding how troublesome they may be, Phae was prepared to wait. Meanwhile, the hybrid would begin to stand upright. Guiding his palms together to conjoin with one another, a prominent CRACK could be heard.
"Wake up Noxa! We're doing evaluations today! Rise and shine you little Bio-Droid!"
A thin circular bag hung underneath the hybrid's eyes. After more recent events, Celmaru was beginning to lose a few hours of sleep. Strange influxes of Ki had begun to hang around his property, and even Phae had been unable to make note of it. Even by now, an unfortunate paranoia over what one was unable to see had set itself upon the hybrid. Glancing around at the staring and murmuring passerby, Celmaru emitted an odd combination of both a growl and another sigh. More attention; wonderful. It was only a few mere weeks since his most recent incident with Noxa and Namorel, however there were surely still lingering rumors. The din of construction work was likley due to the road's damage from that unnecessary scuffle between the hybrid and the arcosian Frigi...and Celmaru was plenty to blame.
"We're heading a few miles west, so wake yourself up before we get there. I recommend you have full awareness of what's happening before you happen to be struck unconscious."
The hybrid's patience was immediately run thin with this one. Ayumu would unfortunately be disappointed in such lackluster patience, yet Celmaru was unable to take much of Noxa's incessant flow-following. Perhaps the hybrid should take some time to relax himself...yet some unsettling Ki has been about...a strange, figurative storm brewing. Frantically shaking his cranium about to dismiss such irrelevant thoughts, Celmaru awaited the Bio-Android's preparation for her first training session.
Thread PL: 311,880!
Phae's PL will be listed upon her appearance in a few posts!
Phae will [REDACTED] in 3 posts!
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Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2016 8:44:35 GMT
The redhead slept very differently than usual. Often, the case was that Noxa found herself tightly curled within her nest. Sleeping in the fetal position as her crimson hair mummified her with scarlet ribbons. Here, on the street, she was far less graceful. The woman tossed & turned in her sleep, still under whatever lacing influence of alcohol remained in her system. Despite not having that much Noxa still seemed to have been sufficiently impacted. She wrestled, gripped, tore, and — at times — bit down on the cloth that had been imparted onto her.
Oh, and she drooled, too. A lot.
By the time Celmaru had approached the woman still slept. The initial string of speech hardly enough to be noticed among the other background sounds of the cityscape. Once the hybrid had knelt beside her, however, there would be noticeable change within the woman. The same slow slither her hair had occasionally displayed, would begin once more. This time, however, its movements seemed slow and slurred. As the slap came down, however, the two topmost stray strands of hair snapped into position. The strands pointed towards Celmaru, like antenna angling themselves to better perceive something.
Should she had been good and sober, the red alarms sent down her system by the twin antenna would have likely been enough to warn her of the incoming attack. Possible, she may have been able to dodge the casual strike.
Sadly, that wasn’t the case.
The slap cracked against Noxa’s cheek. Noxa had been soundly sleeping one second, and wide awake the next. She didn’t register her own actions, too well. Despite being suddenly aware of her surroundings, and Celmaru’s presence, the woman was still afflicted by the daze of slumber. By the time she had fully come to, Noxa was several feet from Celmaru, clinging to a fire escape ladder. Her hair extended around her, undulating in an ebb and flow; it was ready to strike whatever came to close.
The woman’s instincts were ignited like a flaring match, but the rest of her were slow to come to. The scarlet-haired lady, clinging to the cold metal ladder, found herself yawning loudly. Her lips smacked a few times. A carapace-covered backhand moved to her cheek, brushing away whatever dry drool had cemented itself on her face. The Bio Android glanced over her shoulder, her facial features relaxed and sleepy. Her xanthic gaze stuck to Celmaru’s form. No other action was taken just yet.
There was was still, absolute silence for a few moments. Until everything snapped into place at the same time. The wisdom and memories bestowed to the woman by a mysterious Old Man; her current setting; Celmaru’s presence.
“Celmaru!” The woman exclaimed with a bombastic enthusiasm previously unseen; going wide-eyed at the sudden realization of it all. There was a burst of air around Noxa. In a moment she was in front of the man, her talons resting on his shoulder. They gripped him tightly, but not enough to ‘hurt’ should he be around her power level. Noxa attempted to shake him. Her words were rushed, as though she had mere seconds to tell an entire saga of events. “CELMARU — YOU WERE THERE! AND AN OLD MAN! KATSU! BOOZE! PICTURES! ANIMALS! WHITE POMPADOUR AND WIFEBEATERS!”
“It! I--!!” Her eyes moved away from his own, glancing over his shoulder first. Her head turned away from him, looking around. “H-hey, where is seaweed lady? She okay?” There was a drastic, sudden change within her tone. Again. Noxa let go of him — if he hadn’t slapped her by now, that was. Her form gently hovered back, before touching down. There was a hint of concern in her features.
There was a lot more she had to say — and not just about last night. Though, despite the urgency that built within her, Noxa pressed hard to suppress it all. She put her wants to the side, for now. She awaited Celmaru’s response with quiet and patience.
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Sept 4, 2016 20:53:59 GMT
"And another shameful display it is. I see..."
Celmaru glared at Noxa as she found herself clinging to a nearby ladder. The hybrid's palms returned to their concealed state; his arms folding across his pectoral muscles once again. The hybrid would take note of the spontaneous locks of hair that Noxa possessed, each clumped strand waggling about. The Bio-Android suddenly appeared akin to a porcupine, if nothing else. A singular brow was quirked towards the Biological Droid; her actions both only partially unprecedented and yet a bit too disorganized.
"Are you done-"
The typically ludicrous excitement had immediately returned to being uncomfortably close to Celmaru's facial features. The following impulse of highly concentrated oxygen, that of which was seemingly laced with Ki, burst beyond the hybrid. The surrounding civilians were forced away; some of which were flung across the street. Prior to Noxa's hasty contact, the hybrid vanished into thin air. The hurled citizens were miraculously caught and secured upon the ground. Only a brief few flashes and bursts of Ki were likely to be sensed by the Bio-Android. Celmaru intended for not one Human to be harmed, if not for Noxa's minuscule reputation, alongside his own. Yes, the enhanced appearance would be appreciated, however a life is more valuable in this day and age.
'You'll all be fine, just don't stand anywhere near boisterously suspicious Bio-Androids, understand?'
The hybrid would appear before Noxa not a moment later; each impacted Human atop the pavement and uninjured. Familiar talons would grasp his shoulder firmly, with no immediate response from Celmaru. The hybrid would stare at this "student", her frantic attempts to shake her superior repeatedly. The warrior only suppressed his power for a moment earlier, and was standing at his true power. Noxa's upper limbs would flail about, albeit attached to Celmaru; but to no avail. This hybrid would've bother to budge. The nonsense that the Bio-Android would soon blather about didn't detract her acquaintance's attention from the disruption of peace.
"As much as that would appear to be related to Ayumu, now isn't a time to be discussing it. Regardless of that, your thoughts are too scattered to create a coherent train of thought; calm down! You're already attracting too much attention as is, we don't need any more after that previous incident!"
It was then that Noxa inquired about Phae. Celmaru ripped himself from Noxa's grasp, turning his left shoulder away as he replied in kind.
"The seaweed lady has a name you know. Bah...Phae is out in the nearby wastes; she's waiting for us. Don't you dare make her wait too long, understood?"
'...You don't want to see Phae if she's left alone for too long.'
Another sigh escaped the hybrid's lips.
"Just...let's not speak here. Follow me and then we'll discuss whatever drunken stupor you came out of!"
Jolting skyward, Celmaru began to float his way to the upper atmosphere. The hybrid's arms remained folded as he awaited Noxa's following. It was only a matter of time before there was no patience left to run through, or Phae has a suddenly terrible morning.
Phae will [REDACTED] in 2 posts!
@noxa
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Post by Deleted on Sept 5, 2016 4:00:11 GMT
The Bio Woman hadn’t expected her little rush towards Celmaru to have that effect on people. Though, once they HAD been ragdolled about Noxa didn’t really do much to help the situation; she didn’t really care about them too much. She simply watched before resuming the actions that she already had been carrying out. She imparted the fragments of events onto Celmaru in a rush, though he had promptly shut her down on that account.
The tone of urgency in the hybrid’s voice spoke volumes. Everything he said seemed serious and scornful. Well, more so than usual. As things currently stood, Celmaru had just scowled Noxa. The Bio Android, simply stood there, absorbing whatever he had said to her. As of late she had been trying to understand the world a little more, namely people. So, it stood to reason that giving Celmaru her full attention — even as he criticized her — was a lesson on social norms on its own.
When the hybrid had finished with his scrutiny on her scatterbrained tripe and careless actions Noxa simply nodded.
“Understood.” said his pupil, “Gotcha.”
There was not the sense of guilt or head-bowing shame one would expect from a scorned pupil. It was likely that particular social mechanic was not yet imparted onto the woman. There was, instead the keen, sense of being watched and studied.
Although, he was quick to answer Noxa’s question about the seaweed wom-- Phae. ‘Phae’, Noxa corrected herself; she repeated the name a few times within her mind, trying to keep it locked in place. At Celmaru’s explanation Noxa would once again give a curt nod.
“Understood, But--”
Just as she was about to ask another question Celmaru had silenced her. The hybrid firmly told her to not discuss the matters further here. Noxa respected whatever he wished to keep a secret, though she remained curious as to what he mentioned about Phae. There was also another thing she needed to ask of: ‘Ayumu’. The singular fact that Celmaru was so quick to link bits of appearance to a name spoke volumes. It was clear whatever Noxa had experienced was not to be dismissed as a hallucination or fever dream.
The Bio Woman’s scarlet hair reached for the scrappy little cotton blanket. The Bio Android moved, taking a step forward as to fall down on one knee. The blanket was transferred to her hands, where the woman was swift to wrap it around her left thigh. The blanket was fastened, given it a bunny ear knot to keep it secured in place. Noxa looked up, just in time to see Celmaru’s next move.
The split second the man began to float upwards Noxa followed. She kept her speed low enough to match his. Given by her ki output it was clear the woman was being much more careful about just how much she squeezed out for the maneuver; the redhead didn’t want to send people flying about again. That’d surely get the authorities involved. Besides, Celmaru was right: no point in attracting unwanted attention.
The duo rose within the sky — presumably as to torpedo away without disrupting anything. Once they were far enough above to not be heard Noxa spoke up. She figured there was no harm in speaking while they were moving.
“I’m sorry for how I acted before. I really am.” Noxa’s voice cut through the silence that had grown as they ascended. “I have done a bit of wandering since — traveling. I have tried to grow a little; tried to learn more about... Things.” The woman cleared her throat, feeling the face flush with hints of crimson. The next part was the most difficult.
“I’ve also learned to sense ki since.”
That was likely the hardest thing for Noxa to admit to: her own ignorance. It had made the events of the duo’s first encounter that much more of an embarrassing experience for Noxa. She didn’t think anything she had said was particularly out of place, per se; she would have said it all again. The one thing that the woman did regret was how she behaved. The recent events with Mako — a hunter from her homeworld — had helped Noxa put it all into perspective. The way the cocky, arrogant, ignorant, hunter behaved towards her was how she had acted towards Celmaru.
It was really a miracle he hadn’t given Noxa a few good smacks then and there.
“I want you to know that I want to get stronger. I plan to take our lessons seriously.” There was an edge of earnest sincerity that the man may or may not have yet heard from Noxa. That last bit — the idea of growing and developing. She had the spirit of an Old Man to thank for that.
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Sept 5, 2016 5:32:24 GMT
Celmaru was almost completely taken aback by Noxa's sudden obedience; yet the honesty was still lacking in prevalence. Shifting his gaze to survey the nearby witnesses...they were evidently weighty, as usual. The alienation had begun once again, yet it was only a short while after dawn. Did Celmaru truly force himself awake at this hour to experience this? Well, he at least got to see Phae this morning.
"Come now, we'll still have a few minutes before we can even see the nearby wastes. We need to hurry a bit."Meanwhile, within those very wastelands, Phae sat in a lotus position beside a prominent stone formation. The Sun was concealed behind the massive rock structure, leaving the seaweed woman within the shade. Discomfort began to overcome Phae, and the current inability to truly curl up was a bother. Periodically, the two organisms within Phae would stir; brief actions being enacted. The seaweed woman would glance upon her protruding stomach, a slight bulge atop it would signify a newfound development. "Ah! One of them is kicking~! Oh, if only Celmaru were here to see this..."An unfortunate disappointment contorted Phae's facial features, yet this occurrence was wonderful to her. But it was not a moment later...another occurrence revealed itself.
'Hey! This thing workin'?'
'Ah! Oh my, is that-?'Nearly a mile above Satan City, Noxa and Celmaru were soon to take their leave. The Bio-Android decided to slice the silence in twain, mentioning her efforts. The hybrid almost felt compelled to clap; this was nigh-impossible for her, given what sort of impression she initially gave Celmaru. The hybrid's perpetual scowl lessened as Noxa spoke. She's also been able to develop Ki Sense, apparently. Such beneficial advancements in only a few weeks; fantastic.
"Congratulations, I won't have to spend several hours trying to make you listen about sensing Ki."The brutally honest response was a bit much in Celmaru's mind. Perhaps he was being too harsh on Noxa; even in the beginning. Bah, not the time to be considering this, not at all. The Bio-Androids following comment, however, would leave the hybrid speechless.
Noxa wanted to take this training seriously.When in the incessant reaches of Hell did this formulate within her mind? Celmaru's eyes widened in sudden shock; how was this conceivable? Any and all conversation prior to today wasn't serious in the slightest due to Noxa, much less important to her. This sudden confession compelled the hybrid to simply stare at Noxa, his mouth pursed shut, his eyes persistently wide. There was no evident lack of earnest or honesty; this Bio-Android was legitimately sincere about the future instruction.
"....Ahem...."
Celmaru cleared his throat as he began to take off. A bursting white aura enveloped the hybrid as he shot off into the distance; forcing himself to remain beneath his true capacity. For Noxa's sake, it was a more basic courtesy he could offer. It wasn't suppression, it was merely intentional under-performance. Among the blazing din of his manifested Ki, Celmaru muttered amidst his breath.
"Good for you, Noxa."
Phae will [REDACTED] in 1 post!
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Post by Deleted on Sept 5, 2016 6:41:32 GMT
Noxa did her best to keep up with the speed Celmaru kept up. Her aura was a dull crimson; a gentle flame that licked at the edges of her form, unaffected by the whipping wind they crushed into. That was, until she began to try and overtake Celmaru. As Noxa began to push herself as much as she could — with her power inhibitor still active, her aura gradually began to grow more violent. The once gentle flame soon became erratic, flaring with unpredictable peaks and valleys. As long as Celmaru kept giving her a new speed to keep up with the Bio Android wouldn’t stop doing her darmnest to be at-pace, if not just a little ahead.
Admittedly this wasn’t something Noxa usually did — this supersonic flying. Often the woman enjoyed sticking to the floor; trekking amid the undergrowth. It helped her appreciate the world for what it was. Or, more accurately, what it wasn’t; it wasn’t Zilyana.
Celmaru’s words washed through Noxa much like the air around them did. It came, offered a bit of resistance, and then it was behind her. Although Noxa narrowed her eyes at Celmaru once he turned to look at her. His body language was hard to read, but Noxa had an inkling that whatever Celmaru to convey wasn’t Negative. As they shot through the clear morning sky Noxa found her attention subsequently diverted to the world below.
Yellow eyes found themselves fixed on the scenery that blurred far below; her mind began to wander. Celmaru was clearly an incredibly powerful hybrid — someone who lived through an uphill battle all his life. Even today, if what Ayumu had shown her, he still yearned to grow stronger. The elderly fellow had mentioned a form of ‘inner strength’ that people like Celmaru relied on — a desire to protect. Noxa had remembered the first meeting between herself and Celmaru; she recalled back to how defensive he was towards her, thanks to her Bio Android nature.
Was this ‘desire to protect’ the only thing that powered him? Even the old man had called this power out as ‘bullshit’, but surely it wasn’t the only thing powering Celmaru, right? At the very least he must have some intense training routine — something to keep pushing his strength forward.
Is that what he was going to show her today? Is that why they were heading to the middle of nowhere?
The idea alone brought a distinct mixture of anxiety and anticipation. Whatever her training was, Noxa was going to give it her all.
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Sept 5, 2016 9:00:45 GMT
It was somewhat silent as the two progressed. Noxa's persistence was apparent, as well; it seems as if she truly wanted to impress him in some regard. The eventually violent Ki of the Bio-Android invaded the hybrid's vision, flickering about as flippantly as its owner. Shifting his gaze away from the prominently competitive aura, Celmaru found the nearby environment to swiftly transform into a vastly less green landscape. Their destination was likely within sight; it was only a matter of time.
'There, near those more crowded rock formations.'
Manifesting the complete extent of his current strength, the hybrid rocketed towards the earth below. The brown, dusty surface attempted to invade the hybrid's vision as he shot directly to the soil before him. Within a few feet beyond the descending warrior, the seaweed woman gasped in glee. Facing the Earth in an evident nosedive, Celmaru suddenly flipped about, swinging his entire body in which his feet would land first. A light crunch of the soil was audible beneath his soles as the hybrid finally arrived. Taking a moment to wait for Noxa to touch down, a swift force briefly tackled the hybrid husband's frame.
"Er...Phae, you'll be-"
A prominent sniffle was noticeable within the hybrid's shirt. Celmaru's frame, once again, refused to budge as Phae embraced her husband firmly. The hybrid guided his arms away in surprise, yet it was merely a strange seaweed woman; his wife. Placing his left palm atop her cranium, Celmaru wove his fingers betwixt the green locks of his wife. The hybrid's right palm wrapped about the seaweed woman's back, completing the embrace completely.
"You don't have to nearly cry every time I leave your side for just over five minutes, you know."
"...."
'Please stay like this for a while...'
'Yes, ma'am.'
Craning his neck to face Noxa, if she were to land by then, Celmaru spoke aloud with an initial request.
"Noxa, if you have any metamorphosis or transformations you have at your disposal, I recommend you make use of them now. We'll be evaluating your current strength so I can determine what I need to focus on for your improvement and instruction. Take some time to prepare yourself for the upcoming sparring match. You'll need to use as much power as you can muster for this for an accurate analysis."
'If you have any sort of training weight or inhibitor for growth purposes, please notify me beforehand.'
A mysterious presence of unknown Ki crept about as the couple stood there. It was jovial, if a term could describe it. Phae held no current concern for it; yet a brief paranoia overcame the hybrid. This presence wasn't natural; almost ancient. It was thin, yet prominent. Was it possible that it was following Celmaru and Phae? What a conundrum. The seaweed woman persisted in burying her facial features within her husband's torso; her feeble emotion becoming an overbearing difficulty over time.
It seems that Phae wasn't invulnerable to pregnancy issues after all. Despite what little warmth the hybrid had portrayed to Noxa, his heart was fluttering, figuratively bleeding a blazing warmth. Such a soft creature within his arms; desiring his presence. Someone preferring Celmaru's comfort over anyone else's...such a rare preference indeed. Noxa surely had quite enough time to prepare this time around.
Phae has finally appeared!
Phae's PL [25% Celmaru]: 77,970!
Phae having to [REDACTED] has been averted! All's well! owo
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Post by Deleted on Sept 5, 2016 10:27:02 GMT
Despite her preference for ground travel, Noxa found herself enjoying this little flight. It wasn’t just the rushing air, the exciting, or the promise of soon-to-come training; it was also the feeling of competition that had been boiling within the scarlet-haired Bio Android. The only downside to this morning so far was, of course, the fact it wasn’t raining. It was another boring sunny day — just like almost every other day she has ever seen.
As Noxa rushed forward, her arms fell limp to her sides — being pushed down by the immense pressure that constantly pressed against her form. This feeling of freedom was still very welcome. Her eyes shut; her facial features relaxed. Noxa’s ki output didn’t lessen in the slightest, despite her self-indulgence.
It wasn’t until Celmaru’s voice rung besides her that her eyes opened once more. Her gaze looked yonder, just in time to see Celmaru sending himself zooming downwards. Noxa, from there, was able to feel the presence of someone she was assuming to be Phae. Noxa herself didn’t stop flying — a sudden idea had come to her.
She could beat him down to the ground, maybe. And, if this was some kind of test in speed, she could maybe win! The woman, as she torpedoed through the air, tucked herself into a ball. She gyrated rapidly for a few moment before there was a violent explosion at her location.
Noxa had used a powerful ki attack to speed herself up AND change directions!
Noxa, arms were by her sides, attempted to overtake Celmaru. Perpetual flaming cones of Ki shot from her palms — as well as each of her heels’ soles. The woman propelled herself towards the ground with both her flight and an attack! The woman hurled towards the ground like a blazing comet.
Much to Noxa’s gratification she felt herself rapidly zeroing in on Celmaru — soon to overtake him! Celmaru may have heard Noxa’s Doppler effect; words begin at a faint comment in the background, increasing in volume as she came to and eventually shot past him.
“VICTORY SHALL BE MINE!”
The wide-eyed woman rushed to the ground, grinning as she was totally going to pass this first test of speed. It wasn’t until it was far too late that her inexperience with flight proved to be a fatal flaw to her success. Noxa, in the heat of the moment, forgot to factor one itsy bitsy detail: slowing down before landing.
From Phae’s position, the Doppler effect would have certainly been something rather noticeable. The string of curses Noxa had picked up on her travel audible came, rushed and tied into one long string before an audible ‘CRASH’ quite a fair distance away from her. A good 25 feet away from where Celmaru would soon come to land.
Noxa was giving 110% up until touchdown. Surprisingly enough there wasn’t a large, disruptive explosion from where Noxa crashed. From Phae’s perspective, she would just see a little plume of dust rising, maybe feel a little tremor from the impact, and maybe — if Phae listened very closely — she might hear a few groaning and grunting sounds from the submerged redhead.
Instead, the woman found herself cutting through the first layer of rock like it was tissue paper, embedding herself a good five feet into the ground. A foot or so of her legs remained from out of the floor, flailing as Noxa attempted to find a good position to push herself from the ground.
It was Noxa harvesting season!
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Sept 18, 2016 20:58:48 GMT
The Bio-Android's crash was likely enough to even make a non-corporeal presence chuckle. What ever Noxa believed that landing to be, whether its value be something of an oddly exceptional one, it was a wasted use of Ki. Within the seaweed woman's embrace, the hybrid stared at the planted Noxa. The hybrid's brow could only twitch at what a mistake he had made agreeing to train her. This one certainly required a metric ton of work, simply put.
'Do I dare remove Noxa from that dusty earth she's plunged herself into?'
'Please do, husband...she's somewhat misguided.'
'Misguided enough to end up in solid rock?'
'Oh come now! Be nicer to her!'
'...You know I can only promise to try.'
The grumblings of the planted Bio-Android only further failed to tempt Celmaru to remove her from the soil. Even in the Earth's stone itself, she still somehow ran her mouth incessantly. The presence, meanwhile, only began to stir in a greater intensity. The hybrid shifted his gaze about frantically, only to find nothing more than the (ultimately rare) Noxa Plant, Phae, and other formations. The hybrid could only dismiss his inane suspicion, unfortunately; despite what intriguing figure could be nearby, they clearly weren't visible, nor able to be sensed.
"..."
Celmaru returned his gaze to Noxa, or what was visible of her, at least. Calling out to her briefly, a curt message was given.
"I'm not teaching you anything unless you get yourself out of there!"
'Why won't you assist her, Celmaru?'
'She acts like a child! She needs to learn that this universe isn't going to help her out of everything. I'm-'
Phae's gaze was suddenly upon the hybrid. A rather prominent pout and discontent stare was drilling into his eyes. The hybrid was nearly compelled to step back, yet he was trapped within the embracing clutches of his wife. With a few moments passing, the two found a rather strange silence. It was then that Phae began to raise her voice.
"Help her out of the ground, husband!"
The hybrid then disappeared. It was a sudden burst of velocity that found him before Noxa's planted frame not a moment later. With a frantic expression of what could be seemingly described as fear, Celmaru grasped the Bio-Android's ankles. An aura of Ki manifested itself as the hybrid shot upwards, accidentally attempting to fling the red-haired woman into the sky; albeit not enough to thrust her into orbit. Hastily touching down onto the wastelands surface, exhaling in exasperation, the hybrid was immediately relieved. Phae would likely be more at ease as this action concluded...unfortunately he only found the opposite.
"...That certainly wasn't necessary, husband. At this rate I'm afraid I must instruct her without your interference!"
"Phae, please, Noxa needs this, and I certainly don't need any excess punishment."
"..."
Another pouting facial expression overcame the seaweed woman's facial features. Placing her hands upon her hips, she guided one of her palms to flick the hybrid. Celmaru flinched as Phae's fingers struck his forehead, yet another reaction overshadowed this greatly. Two pairs of lips made contact, and the second rounds of flinching passed. The previously attacking palm, once striking the husband's forehead, was atop his cheek; as if in apology. Several more moments would pass, and whether Noxa would crash land once again or not, those two would miraculously make up by then, a kiss of apology returning their hearts. It seems that opposites do indeed attract.
@noxa
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2016 22:22:40 GMT
“THAAAANKK YOOOUUUUUUUUU!” The voice would be heard, diminishing in the distance as Noxa was yanked and sent flying.
While cracking through the atmosphere at supersonic speeds Noxa dusted herself, spitting out the disgusting soil that had lodged itself into her mouth — gross. She had no idea why Celmaru had shot her up so far — she couldn’t really make out whatever it was that he and Phae had been talking about before Noxa was given the home-run treatment. Before Noxa was sent flying she remembered feeling a distinct sensation of panic — or fear — from her perpetually grumpy teacher.
Whatever Phae had said to him… Well, it worked wonders; it seemed she could wrap him around her finger.
Noxa made a mental note to ask Phae for tips on dealing with men — namely Celmaru.
SPLITTING THREAD BECAUSE THE PLANS INVOLVED FOR THIS THREAD REQUIRES NOXA'S PL TO BE REFRESHED TAKING POWER LEVEL w/ HW
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Post by Pieter Wolfbane on Sept 30, 2016 4:56:32 GMT
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