Astaroth IV
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Post by Astaroth IV on Nov 5, 2016 21:42:38 GMT
"Hmmm... Does this come in a cheaper pricing? Last time I came here, you stocked this for 200 zeni." The hybrid asked as she held a small vial of ink before sighing as the clerk shook their head, her ears drooping slightly in disappointment. She cursed economic inflation at times, though she could live with a 220 pricing. Even if it were double the price, she would have still purchased it. This was how important the ink was to her right now. After all, she would not have came all this way here if it weren' for this particular brand of ink. "I suppose not. Shame. Very well, take your money." Handing the clerk some zeni as they placed the vial in a plastic bag, Astaroth IV took her purchase and proceeded to head out of the store.
It was a comfy afternoon in Satan City, Astaroth IV walking out of a shopping mall with her goods in tow. A great disaster was averted with her most recent purchase, a vial of high quality black ink to replace the one she spilled a few hours ago at her abode. She could not settle for just any type of ink though of course. She found this particular brand to be of suitable quality, it only being stocked around Satan City. Of course, this was not the only thing the girl had ended up splurging, she also carrying a bag of clothing from the latest fashion series. It was considered a requirement by the demon/zoan that any evil emperor/empress should have a wardrobe to match their status. If there was one thing Earthlings were awesome at, it was looking absolutely fab.
Deciding to take in one last stop before heading home, Astaroth IV walked to a small fast food restaurant; the type that sold what may or may not be some kind of meat-based product and passed it off as chicken nuggets. She burned plenty of calories anyway just from flight and practicing her abilities, so she could afford to devour some junk food every once in a while. Tapping her left foot impatiently, she waited. Current PL: 4000 Multipliers: N/A Gain Bonuses: N/A Tags:OOC: Come in, come all! Starry doesn't bite, she swears!
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Post by Deleted on Nov 6, 2016 23:31:09 GMT
(Current PL: 11,241 due to Heavy Weights) (Original PL: 44,966) ( Appearance one on the right minus the scars.) Once again, Marcel found himself back in Satan City, the place he lived out most of his life at, where he went to high school, and many other things that had happened recently. Law walked down a sidewalk, making sure to not stumble into the busy streets once again as he thought back about the things he had done, and gone through in his home town...most of these thoughts not at least pleasant. As he continued on his way, a small smile on his face, and hands resting within his pockets, he suddenly stopped as he glanced to the side. His face slowly changed color from white to red as he continued to stare, some people walking past the hybrid with puzzled looks upon their faces, whispering among themselves. What was the man looking at that made him stand so awkwardly? Perhaps he was suddenly struck by an illness, a fever perhaps? Nope, he was suffering a severe case of the.... Women's restroom.... There was an....incident that happened not too long ago involving that very bathroom. Still, the shrieking voices, yelling out 'PERVERT!' echoed though the man's head, replaying over, and over like a broken record. Marcel quickly turned around to see the attention he was getting, and immediately walked off with his head down. This memory was one he REALLY wanted to forget. As he continued to walk, not paying attention to where he was going, Marcel once again found himself in the streets, cars barely missing him, and coming to a complete stop as the drivers began to yell at him, some flipping the poor guy off in the process. Why did these unfortunate moments always find him!? He finally made it back onto a sidewalk where he nearly walked into a door, lifting his head up a bit, and stopping just in time. Marcel's face quickly returned to its original color as he raised his head up some more, his red, black slit eyes gazing upon the small building. He remembered this place! It was the fast food restaurant that the hybrid's step father would take him to on occasions. He had some pretty good memories of bonding with the man here despite the times when disrespectful....and even lewd customers would step in to the establishment. For old time's sake, Law decided to step into the store, feeling it would be fine to order something as he did train earlier this morning, still having his heavy weights on under his attire. Upon entering, the first thing Marcel noticed was how long the line was, followed by how noisy the place was. It certainly brought back....memories. Instead of waiting in line, Marcel decided to take a seat in one of the empty booths to wait it out....even though others may come in, and cause the line to grow longer. He slid down the comfortable seat until he was by the window, placing an elbow onto the table, and his hand upon his chin as he looked out said window, his other arm resting on the table. He bgan to reminisce instead of actually paying attention to the line. His eyes quickly shifted down to the table shortly after, his lids lowering a bit as he just now began to sense something. Ki that was below his, but way above anyone else in this establishment. It wasn't the power that got to him, but the familiar sense of 'darkness' It felt... demonic in nature. (Hope you don't mind Marcel sliding in here, Astaroth IV)
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Astaroth IV
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Post by Astaroth IV on Nov 7, 2016 0:18:44 GMT
Eventually, minutes would pass and orders were taken and delivered. Eventually, Astaroth finally managed to reach the cashier; not taking a moment of hesitation before piling on to the poor woman manning the register her order. "I would like four orders of ten piece chicken nuggies, two cheeseburgers and a large vanilla shake. Yes, I am serious. I'm the one with the money here, so tell your cooks to get choppin'." She would tell the cashier, snapping her fingers as she moved to one of the booths by the restaurant windows by herself; tucking her eight feet of fluff tail right next to her to avoid clumsy normies from stepping on it. Yes, for a normal individual this was a huge amount of food; but the hybrid frankly was starving from flying half round the world to come here in the first place. If anything, she was eating lightly compared to what she could order. Burning mass amounts of ki tended to offer one an appetite.
As she sat, waiting for her food to be cooked by underpaid teenagers with nothing else better to do but microwave pre-packaged meat-based nuggets that were likely not made out of chicken; the demon/zoan rose rose a hand lightly. Pointing at her table, it immediately became decorated with a lovely white embroidered table mat, a lit scentless candle and a plate of fine china poofing into existence as well. Summoning a tome of magic incantations as a little reading material (she would have opted for a doujin, but even SHE had standards when it came to what she read in public) the demon/zoan began to idly read as she waited for her meal; unaware that she was sitting right behind someone who even suppressed was almost three times as powerful as her.
Yeeeah, ki sense was never something Astaroth IV really trained in. Kinda makes catching folks who had actual power a bit hard without seeing it first hand.
Current PL: 4000 Multipliers: N/A Gain Bonuses: N/A Tags:OOC: Two demon hybrids here to have some munchies, perfect!
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2016 1:26:41 GMT
Finally, Marcel casually tilted his head to the line that finally shortened some. He looked at the remaining people there, trying to pinpoint that energy he was reading until his eyes fixed on a white haired woman in a strange attire. He quietly observed her, the tail, ears, and....horns sticking out the most. Even some others were looking her way, and one couldn't blame them. At first glance, she appeared as if she were a human/zoanthrope hybrid of some kind, but the horns, and that aura....it read demon. Marcel wasn't sure how to think of this sudden influx of demons, and demonic hybrids as he yearned to find others like that, but after a talk with the demoness, Jor, he wasn't sure what to think about this as she confirmed his suspicions about most demons being hostile in nature. Was the sudden appearance of these guys a bad omen? Was he going to end up succumbing to his own darkness one day? All of these negative thoughts quickly went away however as soon as he heard the woman take her order.... After blinking a few times, Marcel tilted his head a bit at the woman's large order. She no where near doesn't look like someone who could eat such an amount of food! Even the cashier gave her a questionable look before putting in her order....or perhaps it was because of the way she acted. Even Law shook his head some at the behavior. He wasn't a fan of seeing others get bossed around in such a way. Though, he couldn't help, but chuckle softly at her use of the word 'nuggies.' He shifted his eyes, and noticed that there was now only one person behind her. He ceased the opportunity, and got up from his seat to get in line, the moment the demoness hybrid finished, and faced a table. All of a sudden, everyone's eyes were on the woman, and the table that was now decorated fancily! Eyes were wide open, along with mouths with even some people dropping their trays. Marcel looked towards the woman once again, eyes widened as well while gritting his teeth, attempting to keep it from opening wide like most of the others. He knew exactly what it was she used, but now he wanted to worry about what to put in his stomach....He finally stepped up to the cashier who still had their eyes on the demoness. "Hmmm..." Marcel attempted to get the guy's attention. The cashier slowly turned to face Law, his expression still in shock before finally asking the man what he wanted. "I would like a triple cheese burger, five piece nuggets, and a medium orange soda, please." It wasn't as big as the woman's order, but it would suffice....he also didn't have that much Zeni considering he resides in a forest....living off the land.... Where, and how he even gets Zeni is a real mystery..... As he waited for his meal, Marcel walked up to the demoness' table. "Magic Materialization...." he sad while observing the table. "An interesting technique." his demonic eyes fell upon the woman with a small smile. "One that I haven't seen in quite sometime." he added. The last time he saw that technique being used was from another demonic hybrid, or....a former one to be more accurate. Astaroth IV (Good thing it wasn't a doujin, or Marcel would've just died there on the spot lol)
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Astaroth IV
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Post by Astaroth IV on Nov 7, 2016 2:04:40 GMT
As the hybrid sat in her booth, a slight air of smug pride on her face as she was sure many of the folks around here didn't have the luxury of conjuring themselves some fancy schmancy dining luxuries at a whim. 200 years later and it still did not get old to the hybrid. Despite this, one individual seemed to be rather amused by the display... A young black-haired fellow, well-toned just from a glance at his figure. Her interest was picqued when he managed to correctly identify the skill's name at a glance, something that most folk would not know without either studying magic or ki in some way or form. Nonetheless, he sparked a smile out Astaroth IV. "Ah yes, it is quite handy. Just because I am out and about does not mean I need to afford not dining out in style! Also these tables are so unclean that I would not wish to soil my hands touching them." She would comment just as a bell would be rung as the cashier placed a tray with a large brown bag filled with food, undeniably hers. "Oh! My food is ready! Care to sit down by chance? You look like a handsome young man worth talking." She would chip to the stranger, tossing a playful wink as she got out of her seat and skipped to claim her meal.
Coming back to the table, she dispelled her reading material's presense from the table before emptying the contents of the bag on to a plate. Four boxes filled with nuggets and two wrapped burgers complete with a white cream-topped shake in a large plastic cup, you would have imagined this to be a meal for a family stopping by to get some easy fast food rather than for a single person. As she began to eat, she glanced towards the man; an amused look on her face. "If you wish, feel free to snack on some of my food as well while you wait. Yes, I know it's kind of a lot; but I've built an appetite today." She would offer before using a napkin to wipe her mouth some after having a large bite from one of the burgers. "My name is Astaroth the Fourth, or Astaroth Junior for short. Care I have your name? You seem different from the rest of the folks in this city. After all, most folk aren't familiar enough with knowing about Magic Materialization. That is usually something only other Demons or Namekians tend to know, though I suppose exceptions exist." She would ask, curious of the man. There was something oddly interesting about him, but the demon/zoan couldn't place her finger on it quite.
Current PL: 4000 Multipliers: N/A Gain Bonuses: N/A Tags:OOC: Perhaps yuri would be more Marcel's tastes? *shot*
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2016 2:59:14 GMT
A nod followed after the woman's first comment about the technique being handy. Marcel had thought about learning this technique to perhaps make things easier for him at the forest, but it would also take away the roughness of living off the land which he actually enjoyed. He did however didn't agree too much with what she said next. Her high, and mighty attitude was something Marcel wasn't a fan of, frowning a bit as she spoke. "Well....you do have a point, I suppose." Marcel claimed. He really couldn't blame her in the end. These tables did have....questionable hygiene. He however wasn't prepared for the woman's next comment after she offered him a seat. Yet again, Marcel's cheeks illuminated as he looked at her. The moment she winked, he quickly glanced away. "It...would be a pleasure...." he said as she got out of her seat, softly biting his lower lip before taking a seat...stammering a bit. poor Marcel....he rested his hands on the table cloth, looking down shyly at an empty plate, his blushing reflection as clear as day. He's been flirted with before, even found himself in quite...lewd situations, but never has he ever been directly called handsome, perhaps by his mother...but this was not his mother....Once she returned to the table with her large order, Marcel began to play with the plate in front of him, spinning it around a bit as he glanced over to her for a bit, taking a look at the food she placed onto her plate. "I appreciate it, but I'm fine." he claimed, scratching the side of his cheek with a finger. "And it's really not that much if you ask me." he shook his head a little. "The heart gets what the heart wants, or stomach in this case." he smiled a bit, wanting to do a face palm so badly at the horrible joke of his. Finally, the hybrid's embarrassment subsided, an he's properly able to look the woman in the eyes. "An interesting name. A pleasure to meet you, Astaroth Junior. My name is Marcel, Marcel Law." he lowered his upper body a bit as if he were trying to bow. Thankfully he had his step father around to teach him proper etiquette....for the most part. Marcel listened to the woman's comment on how he seemed different, and such. "I've actually had a run in with another user of that technique, but you aren't wrong about me being different." he explained a small chuckle escaping his mouth as he clasped his hands together. "I'm part Saiyan. The other half however...." he paused. When it came to talking about his demon half, he was always hesitant about it, but then again she too was a demon, so it could be fine. "...is demonic...in nature." he finished in a lower tone as he twiddled his thumbs. But then something just occurred to the man, causing him to quickly stop his twiddling. What if he was....wrong about her aura!? He could've just given out such sensitive information to a demon hater who used some sort of voodoo to lure demons in where she'd the splash holy water on them, melting them instantly!! Then a thought occurred to the hybrid. Does holy water even hurt demons....? Suddenly another ding caught the man's attention as his food was finally ready. "Ermm...one second." he got up to get his food, wondering if he should make his escape for the door, or perhaps bust out the window which was closer.... Astaroth IV(Yuri!?! Not even the dragon balls would be able to bring him back... Though he might get curious
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Astaroth IV
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Post by Astaroth IV on Nov 7, 2016 16:06:53 GMT
Despite the somewhat bad joke, the demon/zoan seemed to find it actually quite funny; snorting once or twice. "Heh, I suppose that's true! I recently flew all the way over here, so you could say I built up a bit of an appetite." Astaroth IV would say, at least happy to know someone else here seemed to understand her plight in some way or form. Whether it was her heart or stomach didn't matter, all that did was just putting it's groans to rest. "My sister does say that its unhealthy to gluttonize like this, even if I burned plenty of calories today. I honestly don't see why. It's not like I'm gonna get fat. It just probably goes to my hips and boobs if anything." She would add in as she summoned a hand mirror so she could for a moment gaze at her figure. Still, that could be a bit annoying. Her chest ached enough already being tightly bound all the time anyway. She for a moment then realizes she is being watched still, embarassingly putting the mirror away. "S-sorry! How rude of me! You know how us ladies are." Astaroth IV was swift to apologize, her face a bit red.
"Charmed to meet you Marcel. You certainly are a bit of a gentlemen aren't you?" She would reply to his introduction, her face blushing slightly. She appreciated good manners greatly, so he already was getting onto her good side. However his next comment about his bloodline was what really drew her in. "Demonic you say? Now I've known plenty of saiyans or saiyan slash humans, but that's certainly a first in my book. How exotic! Good to see a fellow hybrid I suppose!" She would say in a hushed voice, though obvious from the look on her face and the way her long tail flicked anxiously that she was highly interested. Other demons or demon hybrids were a bit hard to find on Earth it seems, so there was a sort kinsman-like appeal towards meeting them when possible. Not that Astaroth IV actually had preferences or dislikes towards certain species, but demon folk were a bit on the rare side.
As she finished her first burger, taking a sip from her dessert drink; it seemed that Marcel's own meal was ready. Not one to try and smother others in conversation, she happily allowed him to excuse himself momentarily. "No problem. Go on ahead." She would say, a bit oblivious to perhaps whatever worries her fellow hybrid had on his mind. Two hundred years of being alive has not completely smoothed out the demon/zoan's ego yet, so she was sometimes a bit self-absorbed in her own thoughts.
Current PL: 4000 Multipliers: N/A Gain Bonuses: N/A Tags:OOC: I am having too much fun with making things awkwards
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2016 18:50:44 GMT
As Marcel finally approached the counter, he stood there for a few seconds, his hands on the sides of the tray as he looked towards the nearest window, actually still contemplating an escape plan. However, the woman did seem intrigued with the man's species, and she also did say fellow hybrid although she never specified being part demon....Still, Marcel shook his head, and proceed to pick up his tray, nodding at the confused looking cashier as thanks before going back to the table. He decided to wait it out, and if things were to go south he'd figure a way out of it. Possibly try to subdue her....in a non perverted fashion....Marcel sat back down, and placed his food onto a plate. A triple cheeseburger, ten piece nuggets, and a medium sized plastic cup filled with orange soda! It was perfect.....until he realized he forgot to order the fries....again!! Marcel sighed a bit, and shrugged it off before unwrapping the burger. "Flight, along with training are excellent ways of burning calories." Marcel added to what the demoness had said earlier as he slid the straw from its papery prison, and into the cup. "And if you were to ask me, you do look like someone who never touched this type of food in your life." he said, his eyes lowering down to her chest area subconsciously as he remembered what she said before about her breasts, and hips. Quickly his eyes darted to the side as he shyly sipped his drink. From what he saw...not that he was trying to, there wasn't much up there, so she probably doesn't have to worry about her hips, or chest getting bigger....or maybe she did have to worry? Again, when it came to women, Marcel knew absolutely NOTHING! So he refused to comment on it. "But...yes, I owe my step father for raising me to be proper." he claimed as he opened the box of nuggets, and lifting the bun off of the burger in the process as he was about to dump them onto the burger until he realized he was with a guest. He looked up to her a bit with a small, sheepish smile before resting the box back onto the table, placing the bun back onto the burger. Sure Marcel did have manners, and wasn't the least bit rude, but when it came to eating...his Saiyan side will completely take over..... Instead he took a bite out of his burger, nodding a bit at the familiar taste of his childhood, and being able to eat something he didn't have to hunt to get for a change, not that he had a problem with that. "He also used to take me to this very place when I was younger, as I grew up in this city." he claimed before taking another bite. "Tell me about yourself, Astaroth the fourth. What brings you here if you do not mind me asking?" he questioned, his social skills actually improving...sort of. Still some people would occasionally look over towards the two weird people, and the finely put together table in disbelief, some talking among each other. Astaroth IV(And I like how Marcel always finds himself in awkward situations xD)
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Post by Astaroth IV on Nov 7, 2016 20:14:27 GMT
"Aww thanks! I do try and take care of my frame." She would reply to Marcel's compliment, giggling slightly. For someone whose been alive for two centuries plus, she really did have the mentality of a young woman. Compliments were like candy to her.
As she finished up one of the boxes of nuggets, drowning it down it down with her drink; Astaroth IV could not help but look a slight bit more morose when Marcel mentioned his father. While normally not one to really be brought down normally, the hybrid frankly could not help but feel a little sad about having not had a father-figure in her life. "I never did get to meet my dad... I've lived with my mum and sister all my life, though my namesake refuses to speak anything about my biological dad." She would comment. She barely knew anything about the man, just that he was a Zoanthrope. So I am not sure if the horns give it away, I have some demon blood. Demon slash zoan to be exact, hence this thing attached to my butt. Don't know what kinda furry folk my dad was, but he's to blame for this I suppose." She would begin to speak, she grabbing hold of her long, excessively fluffy tail and hugging it close and tight. While she didn't know her father, she took some comfort in knowing that this was in a way her only memento of him. As she tucked the overly long appendage back beside her, she suddenly thought about how Marcel's saiyan heritage. Sorry, random thought. If you are part-saiyan, does that mean you have a tail too? Like a monkey tail?" She would ask, a highly curious look in her eye.
Nonetheless, a change in topics was probably healthier; Astaroth perking up slightly. "Well, I live in the Fortuneteller's Desert with my mother, Astaroth the Third or Astaroth Senior. She tried to take over the planet a long time ago, but she gave up on that. Now she's just an enchantress who helps folk if they have enough coin. Kinda boring if you ask me, but I suppose it DOES pay well." She would explain about herself and her heritage. While a job as enchantress probably wasn't THAT bad, Astaroth IV just was not willing to settle just for that. As for why she was here, well... she decided it was wise to leave out the part of drawing yaoi. Maybe if it was yuri she would mention it, but she disgressed. "I kinda had a bit of a mishap with a little ink spill, so I decided to make a shopping trip to Satan City to restock and maybe grab a few things on the way. Just normal stuff. Though technically kinda playing hookie. Apparently miss "I've been alive before 99 percent of this planet's populations' great great grandfathers were even genetic material in their fathers' ballsacks" gets a bit grumpy when I leave the house without asking." She would say before pointing at the bags filled with clothes and other assorted junk. While she did adore her mother, having lived with her all her life does leave their relationship a bit strained at times.
Current PL: 4000 Multipliers: N/A Gain Bonuses: N/A Tags:OOC: Touch fluffy tail.jpg
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2016 21:17:16 GMT
Marcel was about to place a nugget, or two in his mouth until the demoness began to speak of her father. "Oh?" he placed the food back into the box after she finished. "Only thing I know about my biological father is that he is a demon..." he clasped his hands together as he looked away. It felt strange, meeting another who barely knew anything of their father. "My mother has told me that what they had was simply a brief romance, or what most called, a one night stand. She barely got to know the man, and claimed that she could barely remember what he looked like." he explained. In reality, what his mother told him was completely untrue. While in the demon realm, for reasons unknown, Law's mother stumbled upon, and fell victim to a small clan of demons who call themselves, 'The Recusants.' The monsters stripped the poor woman of her pride....and other things which would soon result in the creation of the demonic hybrid that sat before the fluffy tailed woman. "Though she cannot remember what it is he looks like, she told me that she would never forget his eyes...the eyes she claims I share in common with." She would never forget those eyes indeed.... Though, Marcel was a bit relieved to find out that Astaroth was part demon, and already had guessed about her Zoantrhope side, but still he couldn't figure out what animal she was, and it appeared that neither could she. "I'm glad that you have something to remind you of your father." he added as he looked upon her tail before she placed it back next to her. His attention quickly went back to the woman as she brought up the question of his tail, or lack there of, blinking a few times. "Oh, right. Well I wasn't...born with one..." he took sip of his drink before placing some nuggets into his mouth, chewing a bit as he looked away. He has been asked that SO many times that he has begun to pick up how unnatural it must be to be a Saiyan, or even a half Saiyan born without a tail. At the same time, he was thankful for not having one as well once he learned about their abilities to turn one into a....giant....rage monkey. To this day, it still doesn't make much sense to him, but he's gotten over it...sort of. He listened to her story, giving Astaroth his undivided attention as he finished up his nuggets, and took another sip of his drink. Marcel wasn't much of a talker, but he was a great listener. His step father, and mother would always listen to him whenever something was wrong, so he thought it be nice to be like them, and listen to others. Plus it'd be rude to not to, and just stuff your face. Then she mentioned something about ink which caused him to raise an eyebrow. "A drawer I'm guessing? That's actually interesting." he smiled a bit as the woman continued with a rather....hard to describe comment which caused him to tilt his head some. He wasn't sure where to begin with that statement. Was she implying that her mother is hundreds of years old? Did the mean that she was also somewhere within that range? What was that about ballsacks!? He thought it be best to stay quiet... As she gestured at her bag of things, Marcel curiously leaned over the table to see while gently placing a hand upon the seat the demoness sat upon....or so he thought. Not realizing it at first, he actually had his hand placed upon her extremely fluffy tail, but it didn't take him until a few seconds to finally realize that where he blinked a few times in confusion before looking over to where his hand was finally then over to the woman as he didn't know what to make of the situation.... But he knew that it was probably not going to end well.... Astaroth IV(Touching tail!? Lewd.... The whole father part is interesting though. Both know nothing of their real dads.)
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Post by Astaroth IV on Nov 8, 2016 0:45:34 GMT
As Marcel decided to share a bit about his own family, he too having never met his real dad; she could not help feel that she was not getting the full picture here. Then again, she wouldn't be surprised if there was something nasty bout his dad. Sounds like the mom was saiyan, so she wouldn't be surprised that the demon side of his family was a bit dickish. Her mom always did warn her that demons had a natural fascination with being dicks. "Hmm." She would mumble before glancing back to him, a look of curiousity on her face. "Do you ever wish to meet him? Your real father? I mean from what it sounds like, your stepfather is a kind and caring man; so I don't know."
So turns out he never had a tail! Huh, odd... Nonetheless, probably for the better right? The only reason a saiyan would keep their tail was so they could weaponize their Oozaru form, so him never having a tail was fortunate. "Well, I suppose that has some advantages here and there. Being a weregorilla every full moon probably would get old." She would comment, but that only brought another question relating to a celestial body that showed up every once in a while, particularly pertaining to his demonic side. "What about the Makyo Star? Does it affect you? My mother always tells my sister Murmur and I to stay inside when it approaches, if only because we are said to be not ready for it." She would say, sighing slightly. Yeah, apparently demon hybrids can't really use the power of the Makyo Star normally without going a bit out of control; so her mother always made sure that Murmur and her were locked up safely when the Makyo Star drew near. Apparently there WAS a point where you could control it's power without going insane or just it being ineffective, though you needed to be very powerful.
When her drawing talent was brought up, the demon/zoan's eyes lit up, she happily trying to talk about it. "Well... in a sense. It's mostly a hobby. Just something to pass the ti-" She would say before flinching heavily, her pupils shrinking to pricks. It was only then did she realize her tail had just happened to move close to Marcel's seat, he seeming to have accidentally laid a hand on the sensitive, furry tail. Immediately the girl eeped as she pulled her tail back, holding it tightly to her body as her face grew red. "D-do you mind?! I know it's soft and highly fluffy and would look lovely as a scarf, but please refrain from touching my tail!" She would react in a slight panic, her face still mildly red from embarassment. "It's... a little sensitive region for me."
While if he had went and done that on purpose, she would have by all means went out of her way to slap his shit; but the guy didn't seem like that type of person. Nonetheless, she'd let him off this time. She quickly calmed down, sighing slightly. "It's fine, it's fine though. I can't keep the damn thing still anyway. Trust me, eight feet long tails are annoying to keep from getting stepped on or ran over." She would say, keeping it closer than normal to make sure nothing like that happens again. A change in topic was probably justified at this point. "So what do you do for a living or in your free time? I bum off my mother while honing my sorcery and body. Maybe one day usurp the planet as it's supreme evil empress. Normal stuff." She casually would say, not at all exaggerating or being silly with the last statement. Hey, it was good to set goals in life for yourself; that's what they say right?
Current PL: 4000 Multipliers: N/A Gain Bonuses: N/A Tags: Marcel LawOOC: Maximum fluff ruffled
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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2016 1:42:44 GMT
Marcel looked upon Astaroth for a bit before looking away as she asked the question about his father. "My stepfather was an amazing role model when I was young. If it weren't for him, who knows where me, and mother would've been." he said before looking up to the demoness. "But in all honesty...I am curious about my real father, most people would be. Not only that, but I am curious as to how he, and my mother were able to have...relations if demons originated which I was told." he wondered, not about the relations part....but how were they even able to get together. From his knowledge, the only way one was able to get to hell was through death, but it was clear his mother was alive....unless demons had some kind of trick on how to get in, and out of the afterlife. He nodded, and chuckled a bit at the comment about not having a tail, and becoming a....weregorilla. It wasn't the name he found funny, but how true it was, Saiyans falling prey to the full moon just like those creatures in moves known as werewolves. Then she brought up the Makyo Star which caused him to stop chuckling as he listened to what the demoness' mother would do to her, and her sister when it neared. "I....don't believe that has any effect on me neither." he claimed, pausing a bit at how strange it seemed. He lacked a tail for the moon to effect him, nor did the Makyo Star did anything to him. Did both halves somehow drowned out the other in such a way that he wasn't born with any of these perks? That's all that Marcel was able to come up with. "Sorry! I didn't mea-" quickly, Marcel backed away, and landed back into his seat, not able to finish his sentence as Astaroth began to speak, clearly upset about her tail being touched. Her face illuminating red caused for the man's cheeks to do the same. This wasn't the first time he accidentally touched a woman's tail....thankfully he didn't accidentally stroke it this time....Her reaction, and claiming it to be a sensitive spot only further increased Marcel's belief in a woman's tail being similar to their breasts, ad rear in regards of it being a...private spot which didn't help the man at all. "I'm terribly sorry...." he looked away, lowering his arms under the table, so that they wouldn't cause anymore trouble. Though she claimed it was fine, he still failed to keep eye contact with her as he raised a hand up to finish his meal. However, he quickly glanced over to her as she casually brought up honing her skills to take over the planet! Does she actually have malicious intents, or was that just some joke to catch his attention? He honestly wasn't sure, so he went back to glancing away as he answered. "I hang around the bamboo forest nearby. It's sort of my....place of residence. I mainly hunt whenever I hunger, or fly myself around the world to take in the beauty of this planet. I train a lot....in order to protect it from people with evil intent such as becoming those who want to become 'supreme evil empress.' you know...normal stuff." he almost mimicked, smirking a bit with his eyes still away from her. He was serious about what he said, but obviously still embarrassed about what he did earlier. Astaroth IV(So damn fluffy! Can't take it!!!!)
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Post by Astaroth IV on Nov 8, 2016 2:47:54 GMT
While still a little bit ruffled from the unintentional tail molestation, it was at least clear that she accepted the apology. "It's okay. It's just... not now." She would politely say, blushing slightly.
So no effect from the Makyo Star? Interesting... did the Saiyan and Demon blood just kinda diluted eachother some? She found the demonic star to be mostly a nuisance right now. While it made her much stronger, she couldn't control her body or thoughts like she can normally; so it wasn't worth her time.
While the conversation in general was a fun one, tail touching aside; the demon/zoan found Marcel's claim of "defending others from evil intent" to be a funny one, she letting out a hearty chuckle. "Oh really? Is that a challenge hero boy?" She would remark, snickering to herself goofily before recollecting herself. She honestly had no beef with heroic folk, as long as they didn't bother her or her plans. "But naw, you don't have to worry about protecting people from me. I only care about taking over the planet, not going around nuking cities or some shit. Talk about shooting yourself in the foot. WHY hurt or destroy your own citizens or territory? It's so backwards what a supreme evil empress SHOULD be." She would begin to cheerfully explain, genuine ethusiasm in her voice as she rambled. It was clear that this was a topic the girl very much enjoyed, so take that for what it means if you will. "All a supreme evil empress does is gloat to others how powerful they are or what they rule. Or at least thats the smart way to do things. If you go and try and step on other peoples' boundaries, that's when folks go and try to kill you. And that's no good in the long run." She damn well knew of a few examples from history alone, but the most recent one was that invasion the Super Solar Whatever Empire did on Earth. Yeeeah, their queen had vegetables for brains for thinking taking over Earth by force was a good idea. Talk about a hilarious failure on their part!
"I mentioned before that my mom came from the demon realm to take over Earth right? That was like a millenia ago. She gave up on that, so that's why I want to do it in her place. I mean, you can't really dream much bigger than ruling the crown jewel of the solar system ya know?" She could continue to explain, completely serious in her ethusiasm. Earth was a beautiful planet, she having lived on it all her life. Made sense that she would want to rule it someday, right? It was a very lofty goal to try and take over a planet, especially one like Earth... but it was a dream that Astaroth IV very highly valued. "Course I'm sure people will try and stop me, but a little challenge could be fun don't you think?" She would say with a smug, but cheery smile; it rather clear just how optimistic and determined her view was on her goal.
Current PL: 4000 Multipliers: N/A Gain Bonuses: N/A Tags: Marcel Law OOC: Little Miss Spawn of Satan has big dreams yo
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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2016 4:02:08 GMT
"Not really a challenge, more of a warning." he smiled a bit at the demoness, his Saiyan pride actually peeking out a bit which was a rare sight. But he was serious about it being a warning. He didn't tolerate people who wanted to harm the planet no matter how fluffy their....tails were. He then raised an eyebrow as she continued. He wasn't sure if she was trying to comfort him, but if she was, she was doing a horrible job. Though the loner she talked about her idea of being a 'Evil Empress' the more it sounded like just her wanting to be the president of this planet....with a bit of a god complex. Still, he didn't like how she phrased the word, but that was more his problem probably. "So you're doing this for your mother if I am understanding this correctly?" he asked. He had to admit it was sweet in a way. The main reason Law strives to protect the Earth is because of how much his stepfather loved it. In reality, Marcel doesn't owe this world anything, being pretty much resented by the people who called this place home for most of his life. If it wasn't for his stepfather, who knows where Marcel would've been now, or what he would do. "This planet is beautiful, isn't it?" he looked out the window, a warm smile upon his face. "I can see why one would want to rule such a place, but still it is not right to try, and obtain control over a planet that doesn't wish for such control. If you were to ask me, I would say it is just as bad as 'nuking' it." he faced the woman. "Your views on ruling over a planet may seem tame, but then again it could just be a ruse." he picked up his cup, taking another sip of his drink only to find that the ice has melted, making it all types of nasty. He looked at the drink with a disgusted expression before sliding it to the side. "Or maybe you are planning on staying true to your words, but the power may get to you, getting intoxicated off of it. You say that people will be there to try, and stop you when the time comes." he smirked a bit. "I can tell you now that I will be one of those people." he claimed, his expression a bit smug which was a rare event when it came to this hybrid. "I'll be sure to keep an eye on you, Lady Astaroth the fourth." he claimed as he picked up his burger about to take another bite until he remembered something she said earlier while in mid bite. "Wait, what did you mean by...'not now'?" he questioned, nearly forgetting about that, his hesitant side taking over once again as he blushed, not realizing that he just dropped his food onto the floor. Astaroth IV(Looks like he'll be keeping an eye on her : P)
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Post by Astaroth IV on Nov 8, 2016 20:07:19 GMT
She supposed she could not blame him for thinking like such. She was used to it though, her sister often pointing out the flaw with dreaming of world domination along with how unlikely it was. In truth, neither Astaroth IV nor her family disliked human; though they certainly did not think the same when it came to demons that was for sure. "Well, I suppose that's where our ideals differ Marcel. I am not denying that its morally wrong, but honestly... thats what people expect out of us demons, don't they?" Astaroth would comment, she gazing out into the bright blue sky as well. "I mean, we're evil incarnate. Try as we might, there will be people who will forever damn us for the hellspawn we originated from. If I am going to be hated, may as well make sure everyone on Earth hates me you know?" Her tone would become a bit more solemn, her facial features becoming slightly more mellow as she dully noted. "Least then I wouldn't be forgotten."She was not surprised that he was willing to defend his planet, a sign of noble intentions that Astaroth IV admired. He was a nice fellow, shame that perhaps one day they may end up enemies. It really was. She returned a bright smile back to him and his claim of keeping an eye out for her. "I'd hope so Marcel. Wouldn't be fun without somebody getting in the way." She would remark, a smug but competitive look on her face. "I suppose though that would be later. I have way too much training to do before I even think of trying anything silly. Even bad guys have to take little steps you know?"As for him realizing what mentioned earlier about touching her tail, the girl stuck her tongue out playfully; teasing him a bit further. "Wellll... My mum always warned me that tail touching is for third dates onward if that says anything." She would chime, tossing a wink at him. God did she love messing with boys. Sometimes girls too. Current PL: 4000 Multipliers: N/A Gain Bonuses: N/A Tags: Marcel Law OOC: The plot thickens. And also the teasing.
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