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Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2016 4:51:18 GMT
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Shemha Marcel Law
Her body was sunk into a sea of fluffy white fur. Noxa’s hair covering Mr. Floofs like a blanket while she sat against his curling form like a beanbag chair. The Bio’s sleeping form was enjoying the warmness of both his fuzzy body and the air blowing against her face from the spacepod’s heating system. Slowly her eyes opened; the rumbling of the ship entering the atmosphere having caused both of the life forms within to stir. Mr. Floofs yawned and stretched beneath the Bio, whose hair and limbs too reached outward. Her golden gaze turned to numerous monitors within her pod, looking over the approaching Namek; she hoped that Shemha was still here. The more she approached soon the redhead felt that her Majin buddy’s presence; she was definitely on Namek.
Shemha likely would have felt Noxa’s ki from Arcose when she transformed, so the fact Noxa approached was hardly a secret — especially considering her ship’s stealth system weren’t engaged.
Soon a red film of friction-induced flames engulfed the craft; the shaking intensified, and Noxa was sent hurling down against Namek. The ship’s sensors began to detect the approaching landmass and slow down the descent, and soon the orb touched down without any noticeable impact. Noxa was glad; it seemed as though those ship upgrades were finally paying off — she’d hate to see her ship dented after only her fifth or so use.
Soon the hatch hissed as it opened, allowing Noxa to be bathed into the twin suns of Namek. The woman made her exit in a rather lethargic fashion, taking her steps slowly as she stretched her legs. Mr. Floofs bounded up after her, smashing into Noxa with his massive body and promptly pushing the now 6’7” redhead into the floor.
If it wasn’t for Noxa’s string of grunts and non-offensive expletives the massive puppy would’ve had no idea that he currently was sitting atop his master. Vines rose from the woman’s hair, wrapped around the quarter ton dog and pulled him from her. Noxa stood up, dusted herself and shot him a rather resentful look. Mr. Floofs’ eyes met her own, but he had the same cheerful, panting expression as always.
Simply sighing, Noxa turned around to fully appreciate the landscape. Namek was still as beautiful as ever. Even if her robes were now a little dusty, her trip would be far from ruined. None the less, Noxa soon found herself climbing upon her canine companion. Her legs straddled his fluffy bag and soon enough the were soaring through the Namekian skies — neither of their power levels were suppressed.
It wouldn’t be surprising if any other warriors managed to either intercept Noxa or perhaps take a peek at her once she touched down at whatever landmass Shemha would be at. There hasn’t been a single hint of weather during any of Noxa’s visits on Namek; it was honestly a bit disappointing, but it helped further instill the sense of serenity that the planet seemed to hold onto through every single one of its features.
Her mind wandered into other subjects, but soon enough she was near enough Shemha to finally touch down. The redhead dismounted her pup and resumed walking to her friend.
“Oi, Shemha!” She called, “Are you awake?”
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Post by Shemha on Dec 19, 2016 12:48:33 GMT
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When Shemha reached out to the then Earth residing Noxa, the red head came off as excited to see her Majin friend all the way out on Namek. While she did come through on her promise to pay the planet and her friend a visit, their time together was brief. After a minor interruption of Shemha’s conversation with the Namekian Guru, the golden eyed female had taken her leave with a promise to find Shemha again in the near future. Unfortunately, Noxa’s signature disappeared into space before that ever happened.
For a moment the Majin felt slighted, a little hurt even that her friend chose to leave without so much as a goodbye. That feeling quickly passed though. Noxa, as far as Shemha knew her, was a woman of her word and if she was unable to keep it, there must have been a reason. With the mystery of her friend’s departure left unsolved, it wasn’t until a short while later Shemha felt her drinking buddies’ signature again…but it wasn’t even close to Namek. It also wasn’t close to the degree of power she knew the woman to possess.
Somewhere, out in the darkness of space Noxa’s amplified signature reached out for any and all to feel. For most it likely raised the question, “Who is that?” For Shemha though, it brought a different question to mind. Was Noxa alright? As suddenly as the surge of power reached her it faded into obscurity. Either her friend reigned in her strength or something had happened, the latter a scenario the Majin didn’t want to think about.
One could imagine her relief when a familiar signature entered Namek’s atmosphere, two familiar signatures actually. Not unknown to her, the red heads large animal companion also drew Shemha’s senses, a simple click of her scouter confirming what she already knew.
Warm smile on her face, she tracked Noxa’s signature for a moment and much to her delight, it was headed her way. Whatever pulled the woman away from this planet, it was clear her promise and desire to pay her friend a visit were not forgotten after all. That brought warmth to the red skinned soldier, a sensation she wasn’t accustomed too, but found she rather enjoyed.
Confident that her friend would arrive in short order, individuals of their power able to travel quite swiftly, she rose from her seated position. Several miles from her ship or any other structure, Shemha’s secluded location was chosen as a spot to practice her meditation. Thanks to the Namekian’s and the two demons she encountered on Namek, the Majin’s focused had shifted inward. In an effort to access more of her latent magical power she began to practice meditation on a regular basis. So far it proved beneficial, but she could continue that later though for Noxa was already visible above the horizon.
Usually somewhat reserved and formal, Shemha broke free of that mold as Noxa extended her greeting. Taking a page from the taller girl’s proverbial book, she hastily closed the gap between them and threw her arms around the other female in a tight hug. It wouldn’t be as long or involve any lifting and spinning(especially since Noxa stood more than a foot taller than the Majin), but it was a tight embrace before she released to step back.
”Welcome back Noxa! Is everything alright? The other day I sensed you…but it was clear you weren’t anywhere near Namek.” Shemha was quick to ask, unable to help her forwardness this time as the two were reunited. However, she did calm a little, arms soon tucked behind the small of her back as she reined that uncharacteristic excitement in. She wouldn’t deny the emotions she felt, but couldn’t let herself look like a giddy schoolgirl.
”Uhhh…we can return to my ship if you like, I was mediating out here.” She added, thinking she should explain why she stood in the middle of a vast field of blue grass. With the twin spheres of fire looming overhead and the cool gusts of wind that rolled across the flat landscape, the combination made for a wonderful spot, but she wasn’t sure Noxa would enjoy the landscape as much as her. Each and every time the two crossed paths, the backdrop was something far more constructed.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2016 10:00:23 GMT
That same warmth spread within Noxa; it was just as unfamiliar and infrequent to her as it was to the bubblegum woman. Still, Noxa’s arms would wrap around the Majin for as long as they could, and Shemha would be filled with the scent of wet fur — a parting gift from Mr. Floofs after hours of serving as Noxa’s beanbag chair as they flew through the cosmos. That little relationship likely still visible by the plentiful white fur that had remained stuck to Noxa’s hair, though her robe remained as impeccably black as always.
No, that wasn’t right… It was darker. Before her ‘robe’ had simply looked as a black cloth. Now it looked almost two dimensional — vantablack, with only the white tuft of fuzz lining the parted ‘V’ over her torso, lining down to her navel, and the red that lined the inside of her coattail.
Once the two bodies parted the scarlet-haired amazon stood while Shemha spoke, asking her question and offering to take her into her ship. Noxa’s expression remained soft, with a very faint smile; her expression solid and unchanging, while her hair writhes and tossed about with and against the air.
After patiently awaiting her turn, Noxa was nudged by the growing silence and began stringing along her response. Only then did she realize that she hadn’t prepared it very well; she stammered ungracefully:
“Oh, yeah —” Noxa found herself beginning, giving a quick nudge towards Shemha’s ship with her head, indicating her desire to stow herself somewhere with something to eat. “I uhh, — things happened.” She noted, “I was hired by Lord Retsu — I don’t know if you know him; he is this Arcosian with a bad attitude. Friends with a Saiyan known as ‘Rafar’. Well, anyway, I had to go home because Pocky was getting antsy about not seeing me in a while, an--.”
Once more, Noxa found herself having to stop her story to explain yet another concept, “Right, uh… Pocky is my Majin friend — that I date, n’ stuff…” A long, awkward pause would breed between the two before Noxa forced herself to turn towards the ship and begin her hasty walk.
Though a dog, Mr. Floofs could very well taste the palpable lack of eloquence in which her introductory explanation had been put together. It made the demon pup cringe to a degree — more so over how Noxa separated after mentioning she had a Majin significant other. He wasn’t sure why she seemed to reclusive about mentioning her mate, but none the less he followed the woman to Shemha’s ship, keeping close to the black, red-lined coat tail that flapped in the Namekian breeze.
In an attempt to break the silence he would began to bark and growl, his message being firstly sent telepathically to Noxa: ‘You are a mess sometimes.’
He wouldn’t get any reply from her, but soon the oneway telepathic line was opened to Shemha. ‘Why are you still here? This place is boring, gumwoman!’
Once Noxa arrived at the ship she would adjust her coat manually, before waiting for Shemha to open up the ship and lead the way. In the mean time, she took a long breath of air, attempting to gather herself a bit.
“Sorry, I guess I do have a lot to catch you up on… Again — how’s about we sit down a bit first?” The amazon suggested after a long sigh, “We’d be able to get a drink, food, and I’ll try to start from the beginning and fill you in the right way.”
Noxa herself wasn’t feeling too beat up about her lack of fluidity when it came to her initial exchange with the Majin, but something about mentioning Pocky made her want to instantly shut up and move on to another subject. Her body, of course, managed to respond in a rather literal way and cause the woman to simply start walking towards the nearest objective.
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Post by Shemha on Dec 27, 2016 16:55:44 GMT
Shemha rarely noticed the details of clothing beyond the first time she witnessed them. In part due to her own lack of fashion sense, the woman’s robe would look just as simple and black as the first time she saw it. Overall it was probably wise that the redhead covered up more, her previous attire somewhat…less then complete in the eyes of most. With her long black coat she looked more profession really and the last time they met on Earth, Noxa was in the market for a store front. What had come of that venture, Shemha wasn’t sure, but she doubted the energetic female had given up on her own business.
Happy her friend was able to stay and chat this time, Shemha didn’t move towards the vessel until her guest did. Out of the broken explanation Noxa attempted to deliver, the only part of that made any sense was the name Rafar. Back on Earth she crossed paths with the warrior and even engaged him. The friendly test of their abilities, although cut short, had left them both better warriors in her opinion, although the mountainside they met on suffered for it.
Unfamiliar with this Pocky, the Majin did not miss the mention of one of her kin…and the fact Noxa was dating someone? From her experiences with the amazon, she just didn’t seem the type. She was friendly and forward for sure, but Shemha never took that as flirtatious or in search of a partner. Perhaps she just misread her though, by the sounds of it part of the reason for Noxa’s previous departure from Namek was for this Pocky and the fact they missed each other. Strangely enough, she sort of understood that.
Regardless of the haphazard recount of Noxa’s recent weeks, Shemha turned to follow her friend with lightness to her steps. On her way to the vessel, she glanced to the third member of the party with a small smile.
”This place is peaceful.” Shemha corrected him. ”That is why I am still here.” She continued, her words, like so many times before, only a partial truth.
Once she caught up Noxa, Shemha slapped the release for the loading door to her ship. With purposeful steps she moved right past her friend and onto the ramp as soon as it was low enough for her to fit, not missing a beat despite the sigh her friend released.
”And I you. You’re right though, lets relax inside and we can catch one another up.” Shemha agreed. While Noxa would need to catch the Majin up on a number of things in her life, there were only two things Shemha wanted to tell and one she wasn’t even sure about. A soldier and far less adventurous than Noxa, Shemha’s live had less exciting moments in it, but the arrival of the Dragon Balls to Namek was one of them. Her other potential conversation topic was…equally fragile.
From the moment the duo met they both deceived one another, Shemha far more consciously than Noxa. The fact she blatantly lied to the woman she now regarded as a friend, strangely enough, bothered her. Yet, she still had reserves. Noxa was powerful, friendly, but powerful no doubt and she clearly possessed her own path in life. To reveal her loyalty to the Empire might feel like the right thing to do, but there was a chance it would lead to consequences. It was best she wait and see what the redhead had been up to before sharing her secret…if she chose to at all.
Up into the ship she strolled, contrasting companions in tow. Noxa already knew what her ship looked like and needed no tour, so she moved right to the lounge area at the center of the ship. With no dashing bartender to serve them anything, Shemha chose to slip behind the bar herself. Beyond that, it would allow them to be face to face if her friend chose to sit at the counter.
”So, do you want anything? I have been practicing you know so I am far more capable than I was when we met.” Shemha asked, hands on the marble counter top. Confident in her skills to make whatever Noxa might suggest, she also had a small console under the bar itself. The device was linked to a database of drinks cataloged around the Universe, it a major factor behind her improved skills. Whether she went to work to prepare something or just leaned on the bar, Shemha would gently probe into the woman’s life.
”I will be honest. Out of everything you mentioned outside, Rafar is the only individual I know and I only met him once. Restu, Pocky, who are they?” She questioned with honest curiosity. Whatever nervousness Noxa might have about Pocky and the relationship they shared didn’t seem to affect the Majin across from her at all.
Shemha wasn’t beyond romance and relationships, but she never really looked for them. The fact someone she cared for had found one, with another Majin of all races, interested her simply because of the red head involved. There was some minor curiosity about the other Majin itself, since they were not so common, but if Noxa expected any jealous for one reason or another, she would not find it here. Then again it was very possibly the female’s hesitation to detail her relationship could very well stem from her awkwardness with it as a whole. Either way, Shemha definitely wanted to hear more about it.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2017 17:22:49 GMT
Mr. Floofs, still grumpy about the cramped nature of his trip over, found himself holing up at the warmest corner of Shemha’s ship; he would slumber in peace as the two hens went about their clucking. Sometimes Floofs wondered why, of all people, he had chosen to stick around Noxa. She was daft, awkward, and often enough ended up getting the two of them in unnecessary trouble. Those thoughts eventually led the ball of floof into his own dream state.
Noxa, on the other hand, had been seated and, for a truly rare act, kept quiet. Even after Shemha finished boasting about her newly honed mixologist abilities there was a long pause, as the scarlet woman wondered where to even start. She made a mental note to ask Shemha about the new skills that she had declared just now, but that’d have to wait. As of now, the Majin had just offered Noxa essentially free reign over the bar, which left her with two choices:
Get shit-faced drunk OR drink for the pleasure of it. Normally the two wouldn’t be mutually exclusive but considering how Noxa’s biology was rigged to rapidly deal with toxins by turning them into something useful and storing them…
Choosing not to deplete Shemha’s stock simply for the sake of a buzz, the Bio decided to go with something sweet. For the sake of sentimentalism, Noxa found herself chuckling.
“Well, I’ll take you up on that offer.” She regarded Shemha, her arms folding as she leaned into the counter, forearms supporting her, “Chi-Chi for me, please — you know, that white drink that you and I binged on the first time we met.”
Thought that comment seemed definitive, it was swiftly followed by an afterthought, “OH! I’ll have some peanuts — maybe gummies if you have some.”
One, after all, couldn’t simply have a social cocktail gathering without snacks. Nonetheless, while Noxa waiting for her little drink to be prepared, she began telling Shemha the layout for the grander story she needed to get into.
“Retsu,” Noxa began, “He is this… Horny space lizard — one of those Arcosian jackasses that I told you about when I mentioned —” The woman paused, splicing a question into the middle of her story, “Did I ever mentioned Zilyana to you?” Noxa wondered, before waving her left hand dismissively.
“Anyway, before I even met the guy I was told about him by Namorel. Apparently, the two of them had a nasty run-in or two just shortly after I arrived on Earth. Fortunately — for Retsu — we only met many months later preparing for THAT ONE TOURNAMENT,” Noxa noted, “Hey, you were these! With that demon guy, Tou-- something. You know which one I’m talking about, right? I don’t know if you fought on it — I didn’t; I got really busy with T.V. shows and online forums… Anyway, right after that tournament’s announcement, I decided to stalk the two of them — Rafar and Retsu — out to see what kind of warriors they were. Eventually they stopped at a desert, and I joined their sparring match.”
Her voice began to trail off in the way she often did when building up to something big — a tactic Shemha would likely be accustomed to by now, should she remember their prior gatherings. This time, however, Noxa also seemed to impatiently shift on her seat, waiting for the goodies she ordered from Shemha to be delivered.
A rogue thought popped up into her head — would Shemha be expecting tips as the bartender? Just to be on the safe side Noxa’s xanthic gaze sheepishly checked for a tip jar nearby.
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Post by Vi-Poi on Mar 11, 2017 21:16:00 GMT
Shemha 1639 WC & 2041 PL! 2041 + 213,177 = 215,218 PL Adding.
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