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Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2016 17:03:40 GMT
(PL 3,500) Satan City, Early Morning. Despite the current time, the town was bustling with people, most likely due to it being the work/school week. It was interesting to see the people of Earth, rushing back, and fourth, bumping into each other to get on with their everyday lives. Despite the people, and how Marcel felt about cities, Satan City held a special place in his heart. Not only did he grow up, and went to school here, it was also the symbol of a great hero who protected this planet from a great threat a long time ago. The hybrid strives to be someone like that, someone capable of protecting this world from any future threats. Law was strolling down a sidewalk in his usual attire, bumping into random people who were in a rush. He literally apologized to every single person he bumped into despite them not paying him any mind. At this moment, he felt that flying would be better, but he felt it was good to stretch the good ol legs once in a while. Plus he didn't want to freak anyone out. As he continued on his walk, he found himself standing in front of the school building, Orange Star High with a small smile. It seemed like the norm for him to do this every time he was about to pass the school. He would just stand there a bit, and reminisce about his days there even though it was not much since he was loner back then like he is now. The people who lived in the city never really questioned why he stood there at times since they knew about his past here, while he would get strange looks from other people who weren't aware as well as some of the students who attended there. Poor Marcel, isn't aware of how much of a creeper he's making himself look like right now... He then continued to walk down the busy concrete path, on his way to the town's hanger to meet up with a certain red skinned woman. He thought it would be nice to see her again, but he also had a question he needed to ask... Shemha
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Post by Shemha on Oct 5, 2016 1:48:44 GMT
Several days passed after the Majin first ran across the hybrid known as Marcel. Her initial interest in him was for his involvement in a would be bank robbery. From there her curiosity led her to learn more, invite him back to her ship even. According to the boy, his father was a demon which was something she had little experience with. That in turn made Marcel himself, a half demon. In an effort to explore this further, she offered to help him try and learn to control this other half of his. The power he could not control a curious factor to his person and one she wanted to understand.
For those reasons and the fact, she developed a small liking for the fumbling, but polite boy, the invitation to return to her ship whenever he pleased had been extended. On many days she was in the large vessel at one time or another, its multiple quarters and training facilities for all tense and purposes, her home. Today was no different, Shemha logging information into the ship’s archives early in the morning to document what she had been through the day before.
Part of this was for her own knowledge, but also so any information she stored could be transferred to the appropriate archives back on Vegeta. Plenty of the data was useless, facts and recordings of happenings around the city, but all together it was substantial. One could never be certain when information would become useful.
Left to her own devices, she spent the majority of the morning in the cockpit of her ship. Comfy in her captain’s chair as slender red fingers tapped across the council, Shemha was unaware that this morning she was going to have a visitor. Should he want to get in, there was an intercom button on the outside of the ship, a single touch device that connected guests to the internal com. A recognized voice was almost always let in.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 5, 2016 3:03:03 GMT
Honestly, Marcel wasn't entirely sure if Shemha's ship would be in this hanger. The last time he was at her ship, it was located at the hanger in the South Capitol. He had checked there previously, but didn't find it. As he continued to make his way there, a thought came into the hybrid's head. What if she isn't even on the planet now? Law's eyes swayed to the side as he realized how ridiculous this could be, coming all the way out here for possibly nothing, but then he quickly shrugged his broad shoulders. He was already out here, might as well see if she's there. Finally making it to the large hanger, Marcel was amazed at the ships docked there. A total of five of them were lined up next to each other, of course with some space between them. Briefly forgetting about why he came out here, Marcel started to walk around, and observe each ship. They all looked equally interesting to the hybrid. Ever since he witnessed the Enigma, Marcel took a great liking to spaceships which could obviously be seen despite his semi calm expression. As Marcel walked up to another ship, he was stopped by a loud "HEY!" The hybrid turned around to see a large muscular man with a cigar hanging out of his mouth eyeing the red eyed male. "You better not be thinkin about layin a FINGER on my ship..." the aggressive guy said. Marcel wasn't intimidated by the man at all, but this did make the hybrid think about how bad it looked with him walking around each ship as if he were planning to steal one. Even if he did have such an intention, Marcel doesn't know the first thing about piloting one. Heck, he'd probably crash one without even having it move an inch.... "Ah, my apologies." he bowed at the brute before walking off, the man still watching him until he was far enough away. As he continued to walk down the hanger, Marcel looked up to see that there was a sixth ship, the ship he was looking for...The Enigma. He was surprised that the ship was actually here, his eyes widening some before lowering. Once he has made his way to the back of the ship, the hybrid tilted his head a bit. How was he to get her attention? Should he knock? Law inspected the side of the door, and noticed the intercom button. Believing it to be a doorbell at first, Marcel pressed the button only to hear no sound. After raising an eyebrow, he tried a few more times until it finally occurred to him what it really was. "Oh..." with a blush of embarrassment on his cheeks, Marcel pressed the button once again, holding onto the button as he leaned over to speak. "Shemha? Are you there? It's me, Marcel. If this is a bad time, I could come back later. I don't mind." He then let go of the button, and backed away some, waiting for something to happen. His eyebrows then rose up a bit as he just thought of something. Quickly rushing back to the button, he pressed it before saying, "Oh, if this is actually someone else then I dearly apologize!" Shemha
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Post by Shemha on Oct 6, 2016 19:43:56 GMT
Shemha was still in the process of cataloging data when the intercom clicked on for the first time. Her fingers paused over the console in anticipation of whoever it was that had chosen to visit her. No voice came. Brow arched slightly she then heard the device clicking several more times, the channel between the outside mic and internal system being opened and closed with each click. Slightly confused she reached out with her senses even before he figured out how to use the simple device.
She knew the voice instantly. With a small smile of amusement, one no one would ever see, she waited a second before she responded. A little joke as repayment for the multiple times he clicked the intercom, she let him sweat it out, perhaps wondering if he had chosen the wrong ship before she finally answered.
”Yes, I am here Marcel. I was working on something…but I am just finishing up. Come on in.” She answered before the connection broke again, this time from her end. A simple button activated the loading door without the Majin ever having to leave her captain’s chair. Finishing up the logs, making sure they were archived properly she would then shut the console down. No one else needed to see who she worked for and in many cases, they shouldn’t for her sake.
A small hop took her from the seat as she moved back into the bowels of the ship. By the time he made it up the ramp and into the hall, she entered it from the opposite end. With a small wave, she physically welcomed him back to her home. ”Hello again Marcel, what brings you to this part of the city?” Shemha was unsure if he stopped by because he was in the area or because his reason for being here was to visit her. The open invitation she extended on the day they met allowed it to be either.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 6, 2016 20:26:25 GMT
A sigh of relief escaped Marcel's mouth as Shemha finally spoke back. For a second there he actually thought that he had the wrong ship. As the door began to open, the hybrid straightened himself. Before he walked in, he took a quick look at his reflection on the side of the ship, noticing a strand of hair sticking out. He began to rub his hand against that area, smoothing his hair in before taking a good look at his face. He then checked his teeth, finding some bits of meat between his teeth, quickly closing his mouth, and blinking a few times. How long was that there!? The amount of people who possibly noticed this before reaching here then ran across the hybrid's head, causing him to pinch the bridge of his nose, before using his tongue to get those bits out of the way. Finally, he made his way up the ramp, clearing his throat a bit. The first thing he saw the moment he entered was the red Majin herself. As she waved, and greeted him, a welcoming smile appeared on his face. "It's been awhile, Shemha." he bowed before standing back up. "I've actually been looking for you." his smile slowly going away. "I have a question, if I may ask." he paused a bit, and thought about it. He grew hesitant now as he took a moment to think of his question. This was only his second time meeting his new friend, and the first thing he wants to do is question her about the SSE? No...that would just be rude. "Err...may I have...a seat?" a small sheepish smile appeared on his face. That was just ridiculous....there was no way he came all the way out here to just sit down! If the intercom thing didn't do it, this question was surely going to make her think of him as an idiot. He was going to try, and get to the question eventually, but felt that he should be more nice, possibly talk about other things before getting to that. "Err, no, no that wasn't the question I wanted to ask..." he shook his head some, trying to save himself from his mistake. "I wanted to ask you about....you..." he said, keeping his sheepish smile. "How have you been since we last met? Anything happen....?" he walked up a bit more, his hand resting on the top of a chair, breathing out some so he could calm down, his face returning to its calm state. He...was...HORRIBLE....at this.... Shemha
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Post by Shemha on Oct 7, 2016 19:50:55 GMT
Shemha was very much aware how awkward Marcel could be. During the relatively short time they spent together since they first met, she would need both sets of fingers to count how many times he cast his gaze downward. The boy lacked confidence it was clear. At one point in her life she had been the same, young and inexperienced with the world. Thankfully, Ront educated her and that education bred a confidence to interact with any environment. In time, she believed he would get past his hesitance and desire to break eyes contact.
Whatever this question was, she was prepared to hear it. Yet, when he finally got words from his mouth all he asked was if he could take a seat. The Majin’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly, not in anger, but suspicion. That could not be his question. Who would ask permission to ask for permission to sit? With a wave of her hand she motioned to the lounge behind her. ”You may. Sit wherever you like.”
As he moved past her he seemed to gather himself a little. Any time he attempted to talk about her, the words looked to catch in his throat. After another break in his speech he managed to get out two more questions and while she planned to answer them, Shemha remained skeptical.
”I have been well since the other day although the days are, less then eventful.” With his hand on the chair she remained where she was near the entrance of the lounge. Slowly her arms crossed over her chest, a slightly uncharacteristic stance as her dark eyes fixed on him. Enough of this beating around the bush, they were both adults.
”Is that really what you wanted to ask me?” Shemha questioned, calm stare level. ”If so, I might ask the same of you in return, but you seemed far more serious when you first opened your mouth.” Despite her often deceptive nature, that born out of necessity, she was blunt and forward when she was allowed to be.
After the words rolled past her lips though, she wondered for a moment if she shouldn’t be so “aggressive” at times. Did such individuals, who struggle with social interaction, deserve a gentler approach? She was unsure, but felt a strange desire to treat him with more care…differently than she might fellow soldiers or other acquaintances.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2016 21:52:00 GMT
As he began to take a seat, he caught looked up to Shemha after she finished answering the hybrid's question, seeing her arms crossed, and gaze upon him. Marcel stood there in mid sitting position, his hands on the arms of the chair before he slowly slumped into the seat. She knew something was up.... He looked away from her, tapping a finger on the arm rest, trying to whistle, but failing as he didn't know how...The brief silence was finally broken by the suspicious Majin. As she spoke, Marcel froze up a bit, his finger in mid tap as he thought about what she had said. Perhaps...it was wise to go ahead, and get this question out of the way? He blinked once before sighing. Suppose it was time. "You say...you've been to Vegeta...right?" he asked hesitantly, still no eye contact. After answering his question, the finger he was tapping earlier returned down to the arm rest. "Tell me....Shemha." he said still with hesitance, his tone leaning a bit on the serious side now. Then without warning, he'd raise his head up, looking the Majin in the eyes....his crimzon black slit eyes meeting hers.... "Are you with them....The Solar Saiyan Empire as well?" he asked, his tone more serious than hesitant now. He didn't know much about this group other than they had some kind of issue with Earth. He may consider Shemha a friend, but if she were to try something to harm the people who reside on this planet...or the planet itself, he would not hesitate to stop her....or at least try. His eyes said everything, his hands digging into the arm rest. Shemha
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Post by Shemha on Oct 9, 2016 4:15:20 GMT
Her words got him to focus, her assumptions right that he wanted to ask something with far more weight to it. Having expected as much, her expression didn’t falter when she realized what it was he did want to ask her. That calm visage she always sported didn’t waver as their eyes remained locked. Shemha may look fragile, but she was a hardened woman when it came to most aspects of her life. Whether it was taking blows in combat or discussing the most morbid of topics, Shemha was never uncomfortable.
That aside, she did have a decision to make. His statement possessed the potential to call her out on the allegiance she was so far able to keep quiet. For weeks now each and every person she came across, she posed as a mercenary taking time off on Earth. The story worked well for it wasn’t a complete lie, she just made sure to exclude any mention of the Empire she was loyal too. With recent events so…heated, she knew it was best to keep it hidden.
On one hand she wanted to maintain the facade for her own safety and the opportunities it presented. On the other, Marcel was an odd case for her. The boy, as far as she knew, held no real ties to any faction or authority that might give her problems. She also knew the secret of his other side, the demon half that he so struggled to control. Could she trust him with hers? At some point in her life she needed to put her faith in someone outside the SSE…perhaps this was a test. If he overreacted and things went south, she still had the option to eliminate him if need be.
A slight shift of her stance preceded her answer. Arms unfolding from under her chest, Shemha maintained the eye contact as she took a step closer to him. ”Yes, as a matter of fact I am.” Shemha said as her tone lowered to make it clear this was information she didn’t want announced so openly. ”However, you must understand the reason for my presence here on Earth. Only recently did I join the Empire and that was to offer my services to a purpose greater than myself. I am here merely to observe and try to understand the reason for this tension between Earth and Vegeta.”
A small pause would come next as the Majin’s head cocked slightly to the side. ”Why do you ask? Forgive me, but the question does seem to be a bit out of the blue.”
Silently she hoped he could keep this quiet for her. To extend herself like this was uncommon and it would be a shame if she was required to silence this in a more barbaric fashion. Marcel had trusted her with his secret...now she had taken the leap to trust him with hers.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 9, 2016 20:53:26 GMT
There it was...the answer he was seeking. He hoped that it would've been different, he hoped that he had heard Negi wrong that day, he really did, but a part of him, a big part had a feeling that she was. How she said it, her movements although brief told the hybrid that she wanted this info to be kept hidden. Marcel stared at her, eyes a bit lowered with an expression that could only be described as a little bit of anger mixed with a bit of confusion, his fingers still clenched on the arm rests. What was he to do at this point? The Majin then continued to talk. Marcel didn't move an inch from the seat as he listened. He couldn't help, but feel skeptical about this reasoning. Could she be trusted? She is with them...Although he knew so little about the SSE, he felt that this was worse than formerly being a mercenary...She could just be here to spy on the planet, looking for weaknesses perhaps in the governments, or military to report back about, so that the SSE can destroy, take over, or do whatever it is they do to planets, and its people... What if her entire interaction with him from the moment they first met was a plan to get him on her side? Maybe to experiment on him? Purposely let out his rage onto the planet!? Were they even friends!? The hybrid's hands clenched more, putting more pressure onto the arm rests. His eyes finally fell off of hers, looking towards the side. He felt of all of these strong feelings of anger, and mistrust, but he hasn't once tried to lash out on her like he did back in the training area. Why was that....? As she asked her question, he remained silent. All of that mistrust was slowly being overshadowed by a small glimmer of hope that maybe she wasn't as bad as he thought, hope that she really wasn't trying to use him, hope that he didn't lose her trust. Hope that they were still friends... "Why choose them?" he finally spoke with another question of his own, quietly. "Why not join the Blue Banner Army if you wanted to lend your services to something great?" he continued to talk, disregarding Shemha's earlier question. He himself isn't apart of the BBA despite sharing a similar goal of wanting to protect the world. He wasn't sure if he'd fit around such a great army, believing he shouldn't be around a lot of people like that anyway for his, and their own good. "I don't know much about this tension between the two either, or much about the SSE, but...." Marcel rested his back against the chair, exhaling before looking up at the red skinned woman. "I know that they aren't good people, and that they have a problem with this planet...my planet." His fists bawled up a bit before loosening. "But you, Negi, and...maybe Capper..." he said, namedropping Negi which could possibly answer the Majin's earlier question. "...aren't like how I pictured the SSE...." he smiled a bit. "They're nice..." "You're nice." he admitted. Despite the warm smile, a feeling of confusion hid deep behind it. Shemha
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Post by Shemha on Oct 10, 2016 23:35:41 GMT
Could he be trusted?
Shemha ran the same question through her mind as the silence passed between them. This was the first time she had been so honest with someone since her arrival on Earth and there was a good chance it would cost her. Marcel was the first to question her so forwardly. Others asked offhandedly what her purpose was on Earth or if she took sides in the recent conflict, but none outright mentioned the Empire. For a moment she wondered if her initial judgment was just that off concerning the boy. Maybe he wasn’t this innocent young man she crossed paths with, but someone with much deeper motives.
No…she couldn’t let herself jump to conclusions. It was best to let the conversation play out and make the call when there seemed to be no other option. Several times in the past she was forced to dispose of others that knew too much of her former master. For her, it was normally simply part of the job. However, the Majin had never eliminated someone who’s company she enjoyed.
Still silent as he spoke, she noted the way his hands balled into fists. He looked like he was again struggling to control himself. Her own question ignored, she read the situation as one to tread carefully if she wished to avoid conflict. Luckily the last words out of his mouth where about how nice she was. That set the stage for her to be try a more delicate approach.
”I am nice and so is Negi, he is a friend of mine in fact. Your very view of the SSE is part of which I wish to change. I am aware of their past, but I am also aware of their potential.” She paused for a moment, eyes still on him though as she moved to take a seat in the chair opposite him. ”You know me and it sounds like you know Negi. As you said, we are both friendly and reasonable, correct? Please do not judge me based only on PART of what I am. You of all people should understand that, right?”
The last bit of course was a reference to how so many view him. How many times in his life had he been labeled or judge simply because he was part demon? Should she or any other SSE member be labeled because of the organization they worked for? She felt it was equally unfair. Secretly Shemha lived a past life of violence, but not a spec of it took place on this trip to Earth. Her life under her former master was different and she was a different woman now. Hopefully Marcel could see this.
Seated across from him, she too relaxed into the chair. Her slender right leg crossed over her left as she settled in, hands clasped atop her knee. The somewhat formal stance was one he observed the last time they talked. Even in the face of this potential adversity she remained calm. Didn’t that also speak volumes about her character? Her heart hoped he saw the truth in her words even if her mind was already prepared for the alternative.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2016 1:03:48 GMT
Marcel's smile quickly went away, making way for a more focused expression as Shemha talked about Negi, about them both being nice, and also her belief of that empire being able to change, seeing their potential whatever that was. Could he be wrong about her? He really hoped he was, but again doubt lingered in his head. He's learned many things from both Shemha, and Negi, many good things. They were both amazing people, she's an amazing person, but it could also be a trick to keep up secrecy. The hybrid was curious however. He found out she was a member of the SSE, and she obviously wants it to stay a secret...so why hasn't she done anything about it? They both knew that it wouldn't be hard at all...Perhaps it was because of the people nearby? She must not have wanted witnesses. She then spoke again, Marcel's attention still completely on the...he hated to think it, possible foe. She would then say something that really got to him. His eyes widened some as she made the comparison to him being a demon? He didn't know what to think for a second. At first, what was going through his head was, 'Is she REALLY taking advantage of his secret to make it seem like they were on the same page!?' His fingers dug into the arm rests, his eyes still a bit widened as if he were in shock. His eyes then closed, letting go of the chair at the same time. He leaned his back off of the chair, leaning forward a bit as he had his hands now clasped together towards his mouth. He opened his eyes half way, looking down a bit. All he could think about now was.... She's right.... It wasn't fair how he treated her, not at all. He was just like those people who judged him, and it made him feel sick to his stomach. Whether Shemha was using this to save her own skin, or not, he wasn't sure, but he shouldn't just judge anyone because of where they came from. "Accept yourself for who you are. Where you came from...isn't what shapes you. It is you, you are the molder of your own destiny. People fear what they do not understand. It is only natural. Do not succumb to their fears, do not succumb to yours. Hold your head up high, and show the world that you are nothing like they describe. It will be a difficult task, but in the end, people will see you...like how I see you." he said, still looking down as he kept quiet for a few seconds. "Something my step father told me once." he finally explained, tilting his head up again at the Majin. He placed his hands down on his legs, leaning his upper body forward as if he were bowing in apology. "In reality, one can't be completely sure about another, no matter how long they've known each other. We simply just put our faith in one another, and hope for the best." he said, sitting back up straight. "I have faith in you, Shemha." he admitted, looking into her eyes. He believed that she could...that she will do right. He trusted her with his secret, so now it was his turn. It felt like a huge weight was lifted off his shoulder, he couldn't help but to smile at her. Shemha
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Post by Shemha on Oct 11, 2016 18:49:14 GMT
At first she thought her words did not have the impact she desired. His body tensed and the arm of the chair creaked under the pressure of his grip. In her head she ran over the worst case scenario again. If he were to lash out at her or make some sort of break for the exit of the ship she was confident in her ability to catch and subdue him. From there she could attempt to speak reason, but if he would not see the truth in her words…she was willing to take further steps.
Marcel would never fully understand the relief she felt when he chose words instead of actions.
His step father’s wisdom sang true and more importantly, worked for her side of the argument. Unbeknownst to Shemha she wouldn’t realize just how true they were until her own revelation in the near future. Each individual did have the power to shape their life, their future above all else. Influences would come and go, opinions would be leveled and forgotten, but in the end an individual’s actions was what defined them.
His final words struck deeper than she expected. Of course she was glad to hear them, able to relax a bit now that she assumed her secret was safe, yet there was something deeper than that. Marcel sounded as if he meant them, that he truly had faith in her. For years she served her master and now the SSE, but never had someone said those words to her. They were new acquaintances, there was no denying it, but even so his confidence in her …was flattering
”And I have faith in you.” The honesty in her tone surprised even her as she responded on reflex. Caught off guard by it, she sat in silence for a few moments before the logical side of her mind took over once more. He had faith in her, but would he keep her secret? She needed to confirm.
Marcel, you won’t tell anyone will you? I fear that others would not be as…understanding as you are.” Not to mention it would blow her cover, the single most powerful weapon she possessed. Only Negi and Marcel knew of her true allegiance and Marcel was the only one outside of the Empire. Should she become compromised, her time on Earth would likely be at an end.
Across from him still, her expression softened. The most recent question left her at his mercy. Shemha hoped her less than common honesty would not come back to haunt her or even worse, cost the Majin her life.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2016 20:12:21 GMT
The sides of his mouth curled up some, his smile growing more as she returned her faith. Hearing those words come out of her mouth left a warm feeling in the hybrid's chest. Never has anyone else other than his step father ever had faith in him. He didn't find her words skeptical at all, not in the least. He could tell from the tone of her voice which stuck out greatly from her usual mannerisms that she meant it. There was truth to her words which only made him trust her more. "Th-thanks..." he glanced to the side before realizing how rude that sounded to him. "I mean, thank you! That really means a lot to me." he quickly looked back up to her as he corrected himself. He relaxed himself on the chair once again, leaning his back, and head against it, his arms resting on the arm rests. He closed his eyes, breathing in, and out as he felt at peace. He then heard Shemha call his name, followed by a question which caused him to open his eyes which looked up towards the ceiling, keeping quiet as she continued. "I won't betray your trust, Shemha." he answered, tilting his head back down to look at her. "To be honest with you...I don't think I would've told anyone to begin with." he glanced to his left before continuing. "I feel like I owe you for all that you've done for me. It may not seem like you've done much in your eyes, but if you could see through mine..." his eyes trailing back to hers. "...you'd see what a big impact you'd left behind..." he smiled. "Even if it were just all a ploy to further your own agendas." he said, a bit of playful sarcasm in his tone. He then turned his head towards the bar behind them, an arm resting on the top part of the chair. "Plus, you also introduced me to that...delicious beverage, also your pretty interesting to be around." he chuckled a bit to himself, stopping as his unseen smile turned to a small frown. "If you were to tell the whole world right now about my...other half, I would be upset...furious no doubt." he paused a bit before shaking his head. "But I still wouldn't be able to bring myself to reveal yours. It's weird, really weird. I feel like I've known you for years, but yet this is our second meeting, and I still know little about you." he turned his head back to her. "Is this what it really feels like to have a friend, yearning to learn more about somebody you barely know? Telling each other secrets then have faith that they will be well kept?" he asked, curiosity within his tone. The whole social part of life was still something he had a hard time grasping. "Again, I apologize if these questions sound weird." he rubbed the back of his head, a small sheepish smile on his face. "Is there anything in particular you like, or want to do? I still owe you, so if it requires Zeni, or anything, it's no problem." he smiled at her. After the things she had said to him, he was definitely in a good mood now compared to when he first came in. It was time to bring a lighter tone to this. He wasn't entirely sure what friends did together which is why he's hoping that she knows. If it were up to him, that'd probably just be sitting there, counting their fingers for hours...or asking more awkward, and personal questions which he did have a lot of... He also had very little Zeni on him, since he well lives off of a forest....so he was also hoping if Zeni were involved, it wouldn't be much... Shemha
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Post by Shemha on Oct 13, 2016 20:58:45 GMT
Through it all, Shemha could only listen. For the most part she thought everything through, words not spoken hastily and thoughts not shared without consideration. In some cases it probably came off as rude, as if she didn’t care to fully invest herself in a conversation, but that wasn’t the truth of it. Well trained to hold her tongue in countless situations, for years she observed in silence and only recently did her word carry much weight at all. Still, as he confirmed his willingness to keep her secret hidden and propose that the two of them might be friends, a small smile did take shape.
Friendship was odd to her, the bond something she simply did not understand. Never had the Majin called another friend and it was never something she thought she wanted. However, the more she got to know a select few, the more she saw the possibility. On her own now, there was enjoyment to be had in the presence of others. Marcel, believe it or not, happened to be one of them.
For that very reason, the second he began to mention zeni and what she might want to do, Shemha was quick to wave her hand. Dismissing the idea as a whole, they didn’t need to spend anything or go anywhere to enjoy themselves. His mention of the drink she prepared for him the other day presented one idea, but another formed inside the red skinned females head.
”It might not be wise to tap into the alcohol this early in the day for I know I am not that resistance to its charms, but I have something else you might like to try.” Rising up to her feet in a strangely fluid motion, her malleable body not exactly following the normal rules for joints and muscles, she motioned for him to follow. Pending any objections, she began to lead him towards the kitchen. As they walked, she turned to face him, moving backwards down the hallway.
”Now that you are aware of my ties to the Empire…what is your take on the recent events?” He accounts of the conflict were limited, Noxa her main source and that information was laced with embellishments and nicknames. Perhaps Marcel might be able to give her more insight into what transpired. The fact she didn’t ask directly was a testament to her natural awkwardness with others, her innate desire to be secretive. In time she would adjust, learn to be more forward.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2016 22:14:35 GMT
Marcel has seen what ingesting so much of the devil's nectar could do to some people around town. It was sad, but also amusing in a way to the hybrid, how one just loses their ability to function, and up acting in the most strangest of ways. The idea of seeing Shemha of all people in such a situation got a small chuckle out of Marcel who quickly tried to hide it by clearing his throat. "Oh?" he perked up a bit as the Majin suggested something he'd possibly like. It seemed almost everything impressed the guy. He was basically like a calm man child, curious about everything around him, and easily excitable despite his calm exterior, just like now as he watched her lift from the seat, her body piratically disobeying the laws of physics with those fluid motions, bringing a small smile upon the hybrids face. 'Majins really are something else...' he thought to himself as he stood up. His head turned left, and right slowly while the two made their way down the hall, thinking about how there was more to this big ship that he has yet to see, not realizing that the woman was now walking backwards. "Recent events...?" he questioned as his face finally fixed on her shortly after, tilting it a bit from just now realizing how she was walking. "Wait, has something recently occurred between them, and Earth!?" he exclaimed a bit, his head straightening back up. He appeared as if he were ready to take on the whole SSE at this point, obviously having no clue what it was, Shemha was talking about. If anyone needed any info on any events that occurred involving the SSE, Marcel was....the last person anyone should go to. He was just as limited on this event as the Majin questioning him now...even more limited than she'd probably thought. "If anything's happening right now, I need to g-" before he could finish anything, the worried hybrid accidentally tripped on his own feet, causing him to fall forward either on against the Majin in front of him, or flat on the ground....both equally embarrassing to the poor male. Shemha
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