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Post by Deleted on Sept 27, 2016 16:50:39 GMT
Marcel personally didn't mind the Maijin's rude table manners. He has witnessed people with a lot worse manners that it doesn't really phase him anymore. "I've actually been doing fine, thanks for asking." he said with a nod, and a small smile on his face. He purposely ignored the part about the forest so he wouldn't get angry. Plus, the Maijin appeared to actually feel remorse for doing it, or is just afraid of getting killed over it which Marcel wouldn't dare do as taking away one's life wasn't something he was a fan of unless they truly deserved it in his eyes. Then the "bubblegum" man asked the hybrid a pretty awkward question. "Well, I don't know many...people." he admitted as he glanced away. Friends was a subject that would always escape the hybrid along with...women. Being asked if he knew people just felt weird to him. Was Makaz trying to say that he looked like someone who would know people, someone popular, someone with...friends? Of course Marcel was overthinking things once again. It was just a simple question, and he gave him a simple answer, no hidden agendas, nothing else to it. Footsteps could then be heard, causing Marcel to quickly turn his head back around to see another person has arrived, but it didn't appear that he was here for the "party." He then spoke, his voice sounding calm, yet mechanical? Although he was giving off a calm expression, his question still seemed to have some form of aggression to it, but from the sound of it, he was training somewhere nearby, and the previous actions of the Maijin threw him off his focus. Marcel silently observed the stranger as Makaz attempted to talk him into joining the party, and to not kill him... His appearance...it felt...Saiyan? But his eyes were different. There was also the fact that he couldn't read this new arrival's power, but the hybrid quickly dismissed that as Ki Suppression, not taking in the idea that he could be an android since he has never met one before. Perhaps he was a hybrid as well? Maybe not half demon like Marcel, but there was no doubt that their were some Saiyan genes rolling around in there like him. "I apologize dearly if we interrupted your training." he said as he got off of the tree even though he barely had anything to do with the noise. "Perhaps you could stay here a while, enjoy this...party?" he asked, gesturing towards the table, and the Maijin sitting there before his crimson, black slit eyes fell back upon the newcomer. Marcel personally didn't care about the party, but he wasn't a fan of seeing people upset, only doing this to help liven up the Maijin's party despite not wanting it. He also wanted to keep this stranger calm, not knowing what power this man could be hiding, and he wanted to learn a bit more about him, possibly more about his fellow Saiyans. "My name is Marcel." he said with a bow. "A pleasure to meet you." he said with a small smile. Majin MakazCarva
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Post by Majin Makaz on Sept 28, 2016 1:08:11 GMT
Makaz had waved at him as he'd move back, he threw the item away as he had crossed his arms. Giving a cocky grin on his face, plus a raised eyebrow, the majin had looked at the saiyan but was also REALLY excited too.
"IM Majin Makaz..I am SO sorry for interrupting your training, it's actually the..REALLY baddest thing I've ever done." Makaz said, scratching the back of his head.
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Post by Carva on Sept 28, 2016 1:24:48 GMT
Indeed, there would be something different about the "saiyan's" eyes. They weren't dark brown, not like you would see with normal Saiyan's. These eyes were am amber color, like those of an angel. But Carva was no angel, not in the least bit. For he knew that he could crush either the human or the Majin under his thumb and this brought a sinister grin to his battle scarred face.
Carva could have had the Doctor make his face perfect. He could have had the scars removed, but the warrior was proud of his heritage. He still felt that pride that Saiyan warriors felt, but he lacked fear of death or sickness. He'd never age.
He smirked as the human bowed to him, not bowing himself. He merely folded his arms over his massive chest, built like a tank, and introduced himself. "Carva." His cold gaze would soon fall on Makaz, and though he seemed lacking of emotion, annoyance sparked there. But he feigned a smile. "I suppose since you DID apologize, then I will not kill you outright. Just a warning though, do not piss me off Majin. I can obliterate you."
Looking around, he would further indulge the two. "So what is going on here, if I may be so bold to ask?" The beast was eerily calm, causing tension to rise through the air so thick, you could cut it with a knife.
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Post by Majin Makaz on Sept 28, 2016 3:22:31 GMT
Makaz had been excited, but also scared of this new figure. He had guessed that the person had to have atleast SOME relation to the saiyans. One of his thoughts was just HOW this person would decide to trade out here, WHY he's so powerful, and why a saiyan would even be on Earth. The last one was contradicted by someone he had met at the northern areas, of such was quite nice and intelligent.
The Majin would raise a sign, showing the words PARTY/GET TOGETHER. This was his plan to bring together some people he had, PLUS hadn't known. Of course the nightmarish thought was in his head, were there OTHERS just like this Android even stronger than him?! He had quickly spoken.
"I am currently hosting a party, SLASH get together for others to join. Would you be so kind to join?" The Majin had said..
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Post by Deleted on Sept 28, 2016 3:33:43 GMT
Marcel tilted his head a bit, raising it a little with his welcoming smile going away as he observed the "Saiyan's" sinister grin. Clearly from his appearance he wasn't a nice guy, but Marcel isn't the type to judge a book by it's cover. He then watched as Carva turned his attention to the Maijin right before doing the same. He smiled a bit from how excited Makaz got as he introduced himself to the newcomer. It appeared he was getting his wish of wanting a party even if it did attract this...shady character. The hybrid's eyes glanced over to Carva with his face still pointing towards Makaz as the "Saiyan" made his cocky remark, his eyes lowering a bit as if he were annoyed. Marcel didn't take a liking to those who looked down on others, believing that they could do whatever they wish...especially killing. Normally a statement like that would enrage the hybrid, but thanks to Shemha, he had better control over his rage....even though it wouldn't have done him much help. He would make sure to keep an eye on this incredibly buff person in case he were to try something. It appeared that his suspicions about this guy could be true....or he could just be cranky about the training. "Excuse me, but..." he turned to face the newcomer. "are you by any chance part Saiyan?" he asked, keeping a calm tone along with a calm expression, his eyes still lowered a bit however. The attitude he gave off was enough to seal the deal. Although they weren't all like this, this arrogant attitude seemed to be a default personality trait for most Saiyans both pure, and half blooded. Fortunately, Marcel didn't adopt such an attitude other than his rage which he has a somewhat better control over now. As for the question Carva asked, Marcel thought it'd be best that the host should answer this as it is his party, so he remained silent. Majin MakazCarva
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Post by Carva on Sept 28, 2016 13:39:40 GMT
Carva cringed at the sight of the crudely made sign. This majin was obviously in his first form, which in retrospect should have been his purest form. Carva's racial studies in Breech's lab had given him quite a bit useful information, including the ability to "see" fear. His x-ray scouter function would kick in for a moment, and though he didn't see any bones in the bubble gum being, he did see a heart. That heart had an uneasy beat about it and Carva could see it. "Fear. Just as I had suspected. Heh, you're right to fear me little bubble gum boy. As for your little "party", what party favors do you offer? I still get hungry, you know and when I get hungry..." his smile faded into a cold stare, enough to send chills up the spine of normal beings. "...I get ill tempered."
He'd feel Marcel still watching him, as if the human was just waiting for him to attack like a rabid dog. But one advantage of subduing his Saiyan rage with technology and being able to control it was the ability to stay cool, as it were. As Marcel asked that question, he frowned slightly as if offended. "I *was* a Saiyan. But now, I am something far greater. Far above their so called "elites"." He held his head high with a smirk of pure arrogance. "You may say I am the perfect "war machine", and unlike those dirty monkeys I fear not death nor sickness."
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Post by Majin Makaz on Sept 28, 2016 17:58:26 GMT
Makaz would try to fake his terror, crossing his arms as he made a fake grin. He knew that something about this person wasn't well, Makaz had walked towards Carva, beginning to float as he had looked at the saiyan/android.
"Lets see..we have tons of sweet and/or spicy foods with TONS of other choices! We also have some other things you can play with..like cards?" Makaz said, something about this person was REALLY wrong..
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Post by Deleted on Sept 28, 2016 19:29:17 GMT
Marcel closed his eyes, shaking his head a bit as Carva went on with his cocky attitude towards the Maijin. Typical Saiyan attitude was all that he could think of. He didn't know why, but the hybrid was getting more of a harmless, spoiled brat vibe from this "Saiyan." He wanted to chuckle, but thought it'd be rude, so instead only a small smile revealed itself. From what Marcel has heard about Saiyans, this certainly fits the bill. His smile went away as he gave Carva his undivided attention once he began to go on about being beyond a Saiyan. He raised an eyebrow as he went on about not being a Saiyan before but a...."War machine?" the hybrid questioned. He then leaned against the tree once more, crossing his arms as he shook his head a bit, a puzzled expression on his face. How this man spoke just sounded like something a Saiyan would say, even if he was belittling other Saiyans, Marcel would imagine that Saiyans of a higher level would react the same way to Saiyans on a lower level. "I'm sorry, but you still sound pretty Saiyan to me..." he commented, smirking a bit. "Being of...Saiyan descent myself, I'm pretty sure I know what I'm talking about." he stated, despite not actually knowing much about Saiyans, or their heritage like a pure blood, but he felt that he did know a good amount. Marcel continued to smirk as he looked off into the distance while Makaz offered the newcomer food. Even though it was minor, Marcel has never acted as cocky as he just did to Carva. Perhaps being around an arrogant Saiyan is enough for this hybrid's arrogance to peek out? It felt weird to him, but somehow natural at the same time. Majin MakazCarva
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Post by Carva on Sept 29, 2016 0:01:53 GMT
Makaz made a few great suggestions, at least if this was a normal person. But as much as Makaz tried to sense the aura of the dangerous android he wouldn't be able to sense anything. For all intents and purposes, Carva's power would seem like that of a corpse. Indeed, he was dead to the senses of regular people. His eyes slowly moved over the offered food and cards. He hrmfed. "Hrmf. And what prey tell are we going to do with playing cards? What kind of games do you know how to play?"
Wait. Was the android humoring the Majin? Surely his actions would put the two at ease a bit, especially when he picked up the shiniest, reddest apple he could get. As his shiny, perfect teeth crunched into the apple, small flecks of juice would fly through the air, landing on the table. Carva had no fucks to give about table manners. He was simply a bad ass.
His scouter was built in, and he was able to scan Marcel easily. He'd listened to every word Marcel had said and given the hybrid the benefit of a doubt. Though when he sensed the low power of Marcel, his attitude didn't change. No. It only would get worse. "You can't possibly be a Saiyan with such a tiny power level. I would have thought you were a school boy from that stupid high school in the city. Hah. But I suppose I won't kill you and this pink monstrosity." He sneered, his nose crinkled in disgust.
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Post by Majin Makaz on Sept 29, 2016 2:25:25 GMT
Makaz had taken offense to the term "Pink Monstrosity". He had crossed his arms as he had stretched upwards, doing an ACTUAL stretch. The Majin needed to get loose once in a while..
"Hm..you are indeed a saiyan, something about your personality is off. I mean..dont you have any tournaments to attend?" Makaz said, raising an eyebrow.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2016 3:50:23 GMT
Law continued to stare off into the distance, the smirk still on his face as Carva insulted the hybrid's power. He really didn't care about the "Saiyan's" skepticism. It wasn't until he brought up not killing him, or the Maijin once again. This caused the smirk on Marcel's face to fade as one of his eyes twitched lightly. He was trying his best to ignore it at first, to contain his anger, but he was just getting fed up by this arrogant bastard's rambling. Marcel stood up from against the tree as his arms unfolded, resting against his sides. He took a deep breathe as his final attempt to keep calm, but it wasn't enough. Without much warning, the hybrid bawled up his fists, and quickly punched one of the frozen trees, causing it to shatter to pieces as some birds that were resting on it quickly flew off. He then made his way to Carva, gritting his teeth while his arms returned to his sides still bawled up. "I know that this...arrogance of yours cannot be helped due to your genes, but I simply can't just stand here, and let you continue on with your talking like this." he claimed in a low yet aggressive tone. "I'm getting fed up with people like you who believe they could do whatever they want, who believe that they could play with others lives as if they were some kind of deity." Marcel's eyes fell upon Carva's now glowing red. "You may be stronger than us, you may be a "war machine", but you are no god. You're just a mortal, like me, and the Maijin. You CAN be killed just like me, and him." he claimed as he tilted his head towards Makaz. "No matter how much you train, or how strong you get, there will always be someone stronger than you...and if what I'm saying to you right now isn't getting through the thick skull of yours which I highly doubt it is..." Marcel said, shaking his head a bit before continuing. "Then that person whoever it may be will be sure to drill it in." Marcel stood there in silence, breathing heavily in, and out. He had gotten out what he wanted to say, and wasn't sure what to do next. He let his anger get the best of him once again, but not enough to attack the source of his anger due to still having some control over his anger, not that he'd be able to do any damage to begin with. He didn't know if Makaz was already aware of his own mortality, but the way he acted it appeared that he didn't. Perhaps he could actually be immortal, but that was something that Marcel highly doubted. His breathing slowed as he started to calm, his eyes no longer glowing. He then backed away a bit, and turned to Makaz with a bow. "My apologies, if I ruined your party, Makaz." Carva Majin Makaz
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Post by Majin Makaz on Sept 29, 2016 4:23:47 GMT
Makaz's jaw dropped, he didn't think the hybrid had that in him. The Majin would regain his words as he had nodded. "You didn't have to apologize, there was almost nothing wrong, anyways, would our guest like some food? I specifically made some REALLY interesting ingredients, one where I mix a jalapeno pepper and my other "INGREDIENT X" to make a delicious desert! Albeit just how big it is.." Makaz said, without an answer he'd zoom off to prepare the foods..
Quickly two plates would be given to Marcel and Carva as Makaz had beckoned them towards a table.
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Post by Carva on Sept 29, 2016 15:13:35 GMT
The android's cold gaze met the angry hybrid's, his own gaze not showing any fear whatsoever. He'd listened to every word and honestly? It didn't phase him in the least bit. He'd learned a long time ago that people, when they're angry, say stupid things. Carva knew this and as such he simply hrmfed and folded those large arms over his chest. He'd fire back with his own comments, only his almost ghostly sounding voice was likely to send chills up the spine of the two there. "I don't recall referring to myself as a "God", but that does have a nice ring to it." He studied Marcel for a moment, looking the hybrid up and down. "Hrrrrm, you are brave indeed to say such things to me. I respect that, if indeed, it is sheer courage. But you have to ask yourself hybrid. Is it bravery, or stupidity? I'm not daft. I know there are those who are stronger than I am out there." He sat down at the table and kicked back, large boots on the table and hands behind his head. He yawned. "Which is why I continuously train each and everyday to surpass them. Make no mistake about it, if they wish to "drill something into my head", I will not make it easy for them."
His eyes were closed for a moment as he rested, but he'd open one eye and look at Makaz. The Majin was running off to make food and the impatience in Carva was showing through as he huffed. "Hurry up, bubble gum boy! The hybrid and I are hungry!"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2016 16:22:39 GMT
Marcel stood there with his back towards Carva, listening to every word he uttered out of that disgusting mouth. Marcel's apologetic expression returned back to a more agitated one as the "Saiyan" went on. He shouldn't have been surprised that the "War Machine" didn't listen. All it really did was stroke his ego more. But he did bring up a good question. Was it bravery, or stupidity that led the hybrid on to do what he did? The words he uttered to Carva were in fact what he was thinking before he let his anger get the better of him, but if it wasn't for said anger, he wouldn't have said those things. Could rage be summed as another form of stupidity? He quickly took his mind off of this, and listened to the Maijin as he attempted to keep the peace by offering food. Marcel felt ashamed of himself. He wanted to keep things peaceful from the moment this Carva person came along, but instead he ended up falling prey to the newcomer's arrogance. After Makaz finished explaining what it is he was about to make, Marcel smiled a little before saying, "That sounds go-" only to be interrupted by the "Saiyan's" obnoxious demands which caused the hybrid's smile to go away once again. Although it was true he was hungry as well, Marcel wouldn't dare rush, or demand anyone to make food for himself. He clenched his fists, but quickly released them. No, he wasn't going to give in to his anger again. He instead sighed, and looked to the Maijin with a smile on his face. "No need to rush, Makaz. WE can wait." he insisted as he made his way over to the table to sit. Majin MakazCarva
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Post by Majin Makaz on Sept 29, 2016 18:47:47 GMT
Makaz had grinned, beginning to cook. All sorts of things he had taken and purchased, the majin would begin to cook as the smell of something spicy had filled the room. Of course it was a cooked wasabi bun, the majin would also be using other ingredients, like octopus and sushi. He'd turn to them, instantly setting down the wasabi buns on both of their plates.
Their were three of them on each plate, with wasabi beginning to flow out of them. Makaz would give them some condiments to use, and salt/pepper shakers.
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