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Post by Deleted on Dec 25, 2016 19:19:38 GMT
Lizbeth Kuriza
Power Level: 4,998
Effects Active: Half-Human 5% Zeni Bonus
It had been a long day for the now tired Lizbeth, her body contorted onto the awkwardly placed, supposedly trendy seats inside the café. It was a bean bag chair, or whatever they were called, and her stiff body was sucked into it in a weird and uncomfortable way. She was sipping at her cup of joe in her hand, an off brand mix of coffee and various plants from around the galaxy. She had recently bought a new shirt, a soft sweater that was bright pink, going well with her pink stocking socks, which were visible from her short denim shorts. She had her ears out in the open, wiggling and twitching as she overheard conversations due to her increased hearing, her eyes darting through the words in her new book she recently was given by a good friend of hers in the East City suburbs Library. Liz's eyes were glowing with excitement as the moment she waited for in her book happened, the villain finally losing to the protagonist and the climax finally concluding. She jumped with excitement, her empty mug rising in the air as she was now being stared at by the entire coffee shop. What seemed cool and interesting to her, was an odd woman with a Saiyan's tail and a cat's ears, in pink kitten stockings and shorts with a pink tight sweater. She heard whispers between the people, mostly of her being a rare half-breed, which she didn't want to hear. She had already put her mug into it's spot in her backpack, covered and packaged to not cause damage to the ceramic if it were to fall or hit a hard surface, and was already on her way out the door before anybody got the wrong idea from her. Tulip Waterfield |
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Post by Tulip Waterfield on Dec 27, 2016 13:16:45 GMT
The young woman strolled up the street, flipping through the zeni notes she had grasped in the other hand. Kiddo had thrust them on her after the crazy events at the waterfall. She hadn’t been able to give it back to the kid, who sprinted away to continue his crazy training. The woman shook her head, before shoving the money back into her jacket pocket. Well...on the bright side, kiddo shouldn’t be trying any suicidal training events in the near future.
Shaking her head and chuckling to herself, the young hybrid continued walking down the street. After setting aside money for the purchase of her own personal ‘intergalactic transportation’, the woman still had a decent amount of money left over. She had been startled by the sheer amount of money the young boy had thrust upon her. I’d almost wonder if he was doing illegal things, but he’s too innocent for that. Well, don’t look a gift horse in the mouth! Now the young woman had to decide what to use the rest of her small fortune on. Noticing a shop of to one side, the woman paused and took a deep breath of the air. There was a strong scent, one she couldn’t place but felt so familiar.
‘This smell...it was from home...Mother used to love it…Coffee!’ Tulip’s emerald gaze lit up, as she successfully placed the familiar scent in the air. Glancing at the shop, the woman tried to recall the bitter taste of the brown brew. The hybrid couldn’t place it from memory, then came to the shocking realization it had been almost 10 months since her last cup of the coffee. Setting one hand into the pocket, the woman grasped at the zeni notes and began striding towards the doorway. One cup for memory’s sake won’t hurt; I’ve earned the right to take a break from training and all of that nonsense.
As the woman stepped through the doorway, she slammed into a woman. They had either been too absorbed in their own thoughts or too busy to bother avoiding Tulip. Her emerald gaze narrowed, as she noted the woman’s crimson hair and cat ears. The gaze dropped, emerald gaze sparking as she stared into the woman’s blue eyes.
“There’s this thing called an apology, for when you run into someone.” Her voice was soft but firm; Tulip could sense a level of power from the cat-girl standing in front of her. Much stronger than a normal person or even casual martial artist. But not a threat. Tulip slowly smiled, emerald eyes turning soft, as she waited for the woman to respond.
PL: 53450 => HW - 13362, Ki Set to 20 PL
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2016 11:51:56 GMT
"Grreoowww" The meowing of a surprised cat lady would say, Lizbeth spilling some of her nearly empty cup onto the ground and barely catching herself to look upon the person whom she had ran into. "oh, S-Sorry" Her faint voice would say, looking into Tulip's eyes to meet her gaze, glaring up and down to see exactly what kind of person it was talking to her.
"Excuse me nyan, I am not exactly in the best mood. I need to go and let some anger out in a gym bag, or one of those street fighters" her grouchy, obviously annoyed face muttered, her hand reaching to land on Tulip's shoulder., looking at her. "The coffee here is purrfect, but don't mix to much sugar. They use that off world Malician sugar which ruins the taste... Wait, are you a.. what do they call it... Martial Artist?". She looked up and down at Tulip, confused, as she gave off the offensive, but defensive vibe, yet she seemed normal. Maybe she was a human in training attempting to become the new Turtle School master, or had aspirations, but she was definitely off from normal. Lizbeth's ignorance held her back from noticing the influxuation of Ki from the girl, which was way to low to be normal, so her little fangs released and poking lightly against her lower lip gave intentions of combat. Her animal instinct knew she was capable of holding her own, as it hadn't been wrong before, and she continued off her intuition.
I am Lizbeth, but many of the humans call me Liz nyan. Who are you?" She spoke as if though she was not from Earth, her simplistic thinking that she isn't a human, since she was part cat. Her ears had been propped up, perking straight up to show interest, while her tail began to knock against Lizzy's left hip, waging like a cat looking at her owner presenting food, or a toy.
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Post by Tulip Waterfield on Dec 29, 2016 20:42:03 GMT
As the catgirl fell back with a surprised meow, Tulip’s gaze swept the cafe. It wasn’t a place of bad repute, based solely on the appearance of the interior and the dining areas. She did a quick judge of the interior, before nodding towards the barista. He appeared to be the owner, a huge man who looked like he should be a masked libero and shouldn’t be making coffee. A sudden, shocking revelation filled her mind, before a grin split her features. Is this that cafe?! Throwing out a few hand-signs low by her side, she made the special underground signal for a high-protein caffeine shake. The huge barista stared at her, before throwing a firm thumbs up. Another, longer hand-sign followed, with a longer pause from the barista. A huge grin crossed his sculpted features, as the huge man flashed a double thumbs-up while posing behind the counter. A sinister grin crossed Tulip’s face, as the other customers’ attention drifted towards the two women standing in the doorway. A few of the students began closing their textbooks and closing their cells after noticing the age-old hand-sign. The catgirl had risen back to her feet, glancing down at the spill on the floor with weary disgust.
“Excuse me, nyan, I am not exactly in the best mood. I need to go and let some anger out in a gym bag, or one of those street fighters.” Her tone was one of irritation and anger. Her face was angered, as her ears lowered and blue eyes narrowed in annoyance. Thrusting one arm forward, the catgirl set one hand on her shoulder and continued speaking. “The coffee here is purrfect, but don’t mix too much sugar. They use that off world Malician sugar, which ruins the taste...wait, are you a...what do they call it...Martial Artist?”
Her gaze swept up and down Tulip’s body. If the cat noted Tulip’s red jacket and the slightly darker stains splotching the material and patched cuts, the bandages worn with time and effort peaking out from under her tanktop, or the telltale signs of training patches in her pant legs; the girl would realize the gravity of her mistakes. But, as her gaze returned to Tulip’s emerald gaze, small fangs emerging from under her lip to dance on the edge of her lower lip, Tulip realized she hadn’t. There was a slight hesitation, before the catgirl stepped forward in a show of intimidation.
“I am Lizbeth, but many of the humans call me Liz, nyan. Who are you?” Her tone seemed different from ordinary speech, a sign of a different background. Based solely on this and her unique appearance, it was easy to tell this girl was part cat and something ‘human. Saiyan, Heran, or any other number of beings along with human could be the other half of this girl. Tulip’s mask cracked, as her power shifted setting to match this ‘Lizbeth’s’. An evil glint entered her eyes, as her hand shot forward and landed directly on the catgirl’s shoulder. Her grip was painfully tight, which would no doubt elicit a response from the cat. No need to crank up the ki further or the woman might accidentally set off the cat’s emergency escape protocols.
“The name’s Tulip. By my right as a fellow patron of the Muscle Cafe, I challenge you to the Battle of Fire, for the right of the Mighty Milk Shake, complete with 40 grams of protein.” Her emerald gaze sparkled as the woman smiled happily. To any onlooker who saw the two girls, it would seem like one partially off-guard catgirl and an extremely happy colleague meeting up for the first time. If their gaze dropped another six inches, they would see the nigh invisible left hook sailing upwards and towards Lisbeth’s face. “I’m nothing as fancy as a martial artist; just a brawler looking to get stronger”
PL: 53450 => HW - 13362, set to 5,000 PL
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2016 21:57:09 GMT
"Tulip eh, nyan... Alright then Tulip, I accept your challenge, for whatever that was or whatever. As for when this battle takes place, judging from the hair on your body slightly standing up, I can tell it would be about now." The Nekosaiyan would say, as Tulip's hit would smash into the lower jaw of Lizbeth's face, and would start to see blood drip from the cat lady's lips. The iron taste filled Lizbeth's mouth and taste buds, kicking in what she was wanting from the start. Her originally trembling shoulder would shock firm, as she would fall into a split second dive, her legs dividing into the splits as she would turn, onto her back, and spin back into the Café. She hadn't seen the fist that was originally being prepped by Tulip, but her instinct told her to prepare, which led to her using her ultimate fighting ability..... getting absolutely wasted. She reached into her backpack, while still in a downward crouch from collecting herself after the confirmation, and retrieved a clear bottle of alcohol. It had the words 'Bao's Special Brand' written in beautifully written lettering, and with a twist of a screw, the top came off and Lizbeth had started guzzling down the alcoholic beverage. She was visibly getting woozy, and her body as starting to cock from side to side as the extremely potent brand of booze she was taking in let it's effect go wild. After four seconds of drinking, she would throw the bottle at the wall, shattering the glass and spreading the remaining liquid onto a seat and table, before Lizbeth would rise to her feet. Her body was loose, but firm at the same time, giving off that vibe of the awkward drunk that always sides in the back of every bus. Her stance was awkward, wobbly and clear as she was holding two bowl cups of sake, and balancing her inner muscles. Any experienced fighter would understand that her body was doing counteractive movements, moving muscles expertly to master seeming off guard, when in fact, she was perfectly okay and ready for any fight. Her face was cheeky, and red, as she began to get cocky. "Pshh, so you -hick- have some strength. It doesn't matter how powerful you are if you -hick- can't use it skillfully. This nyan, is my greatest ability I have... and it was taught to me by a dear friend. Get ready for....." She would stop, seemingly adding an invisible drum roll to her voice. "Zui Quan Cat Style of the Drunkard Boxer!" PS: This is how she is standing now...  |
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Post by Tulip Waterfield on Dec 29, 2016 22:26:10 GMT
“Tulip, eh, nyan...alright, then Tulip, I accept your challenge for whatever that was or whatever. As for when this battle takes place, judging from the hair on your body slightly standing up, I can tell it would be about now.”
The catgirl smiled and responded curtly to Tulip’s opening speech. Before the girl had time to hear Tulip’s finishing statement, her left hook had already slammed into the catgirl’s face. As blood spilled into the air, the catgirl dived into the impact, rolling onto the floor inside the Muscle Cafe. She spun around to face Tulip, as the customers began fanning outwards.
A look of seriousness filled Lisbeth’s face, as she yanked her backpack open with two hands. The hybrid slid one foot outside of the doorway, ready to react if the catgirl threw a sudden weapon at the woman. Some of the older men whistled in admiration as the catgirl yanked a bottle of high-grade liquor from backpack. Tossing the cap to one side, the catgirl threw her head back and began chugging the strong drink, some of the clear liquid spilling from the edges of her lips. Tulip stood across from the bravely-chugging girl, as patrons kicked aside some of the beanbags and scooted tables and chairs to make an open area for the two fighters. The large barista was making the drink slowly, methodically, while admiring the two feminine fighters in his midst. More customers were pushing past Tulip and filling in the cafe, as the texts about a ‘Muscle Milk Protein Battle’ spread. Lisbeth finished the bottle of liquor, a confused, woozy smile on her face. It would be enough to make any predator toss themselves at the girl, how cute she looked in this moment of weakness. Tulip was only weary; the cat girl’s strength had only become more focused the more inebriated she became. Lisbeth tossed the bottle to one side, making the woman wince as it shattered against the wall and splattered what remained of the alcohol on the wall and tables below. The crowd cheered at the sudden action, as the catgirl slowly rose to her feet. The bag was kicked to one side, as the cat took up a drunken stance. Tulip could sense the experience behind this girl’s stance, as she slid her feet apart and lowered her hips to just above the ground. Libseth’s hands rose up, as if clasping two bottles. Her face was as flushed as before, and an arrogant grin filled her face.
“Pssh, so you hick have some strength. It doesn’t matter how powerful you are if you can’t use it skillfully. This, nyan, is my greatest ability I have...and it was taught to me by a dear friend. Get ready for…Zui Quan Cat Style of the Drunkard Boxer!”
There was a bunch of clapping and whistles, as the catgirl swayed in her unorthodox stance. The hybrid’s smile was slight, as her emerald eyes glittered in the bright lights of the cafe. Digging her toes into the wooden floor, the woman brought both of her hands up in front of her. Both were held in a loose stance, ready to become fists in a moment. Narrowing her gaze, the woman rocked forward so she was resting on the balls of her feet. Throwing out a flurry of hooks and punches so fast they were almost invisible, the woman finished with a strong straight hook that sent a gust of wind towards Lisbeth. A hungry smirk crossed Tulip’s face, as she muttered.
“Aren’t you a little young to be drinking, little kitten? Bad cats need a harsh punishment. Don’t worry, though.” Her smirk grew as the woman lowered her arms and began slowly walking towards Lisbeth. Her emerald gaze fell on Lisbeth’s blue, as the woman stopped less than a foot from the cat in her stance. Kneeling so they were face to face, Tulip grinned and pointed towards her face. “I’ll give you one cheap shot, if you go fast.”
This is a test, adorable kitten. Let’s see how you attack an orthodox enemy you know nothing about; will you charge forward and get burned? Who knows, heh!
PL: 53450 => HW - 13362, set to 5,000 PL
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2016 22:56:27 GMT
The sight of the growing crowd pleased the more then tipsy cat lady, her ears perking upwards, and her tail wagging as it reached out and grabbed something odd, now visible as another bottle of East City sake. She filled up her cups before she took two swigs from them and prepped herself. She watched Tulip show off her might, the blast of wind moving the liquids inside her cup, but she stood still, slightly rocking from the show of power. It seemed her opponent did have some sort of skill, possibly more then she knew, but in her drunken stupor she was more offensive then defensive, and when offered a free shot, she always took it.
"In the wise words of the Takeda clansman, to achieve your goal, you must first... Ah fuck it nyan, that is to long to remember and I need to -Hick- win." She would announce, finally taking her chanced assault. The crowd's cheering was inspiration for her as she leaped into the division between the two women, her body cocking to the left as her left foot would visibly lift from the ground with full power and speed put into it, and swift kicking motion towards the right hip area of her opponent while sipping from her cups. If this were to succeed, her fists would crush the cups in her hands, her left first launching to meet the front of the right hip area where the leg connected, and attempt to disable Tulip's right leg momentarily. If she failed, however, she would be wide open and having her leg easy to grab by Tulip, she Tulip could beat her in a game of speed and wits!
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Post by Tulip Waterfield on Dec 29, 2016 23:12:51 GMT
“In the wise words of Takeda clansman, to achieve your goal, you must first...ah, fuck it nyan, that is too long to remember and I need to hick win” Tulip’s grin grew, as the drunk catgirl finished sipping more alcohol from the plates in her hands. She is too vulnerable to not play with, ha. So cute and weak it’s adorable. When Lisbeth suddenly blurred forward, the hybrid was too busy admiring the catgirl’s blushed features to counter. Her eyes flitted to one side, as she read the movement of Lisbeth’s foot. Shifting one foot only a millimeter closer, Tulip ensured the gap for maximum effect wouldn’t be achieved in the one kick. A shattering filled the air as Lisbeth’s foot slammed into Tulip’s hip and then the ground, as the catgirl pushed forward to continue her assault.
“Not so fast; tell me more about the Takeda clan and their patented Drunken Style.” Falling forward after avoiding the full impact of the kick, Tulip entered Lisbeth’s guard. Her hands came up, smacking the catgirl’s arm to one side as she wrapped her other around the catgirl’s waist. Leaning so close she could almost taste the alcohol on the catgirl’s breath, Tulip paused, her emerald eyes locking with Lisbeth’s blue. Then she leaned further forward, body falling against Lisbeth’s. Her arms locked around Lisbeth’s body, as the woman used her weights to her advantage. If successful, she would push the two of them onto the ground with her on top. If not, the woman would fall back and attempt to throw the catgirl backwards towards the doorway. Either route would end with Tulip grinning at the girl and muttering.
“I’m enjoying this more and more by the moment; you have a partner yet? I’m thinking about starting a crime-fighting team, could use a cute sidekick.” None of the second part was true, just her own, wildly beating heart coming up with more words to fill the silence.
PL: 53450 => HW - 13362, set to 5,000 PL
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Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2016 0:06:01 GMT
Lizbeth listened as the woman moved, talking about the Takeda clan, before a whistle from the crowd erupted. Tulip was wearing weighted clothing, as Liz has learned to notice, as Tulips arms did awkward things Lizbeth couldn't really see in her blurred vision, before wrapping around her waist and landing herself looking dead into the eye of her opponent.
"Th-The clan... It is dead now, they died hundreds of years -Hick- ago, but their most brutal wa-warlord taught me their st-style..." She said, feeling the breath of Tulip right next to her. They were extremely close, almost so close that the room between them left little air room for Lizbeth's unsupported chest, which fell with gravity as the two women fell to the ground, so close they could see deep into each other's eyes. Lizbeth's body was warm, but felt blazing from the constricted blood vessels that were effected by her alcohol drinking, and almost as if to fool in suit, her perverse mind darted and confused with her serious mentality. Her mental instability loosened as she went back into her foolish, normal self, but under the alcoholic influence.
"I am enjoying this too nyan... Are you flirting with me...?" She would respond, giggling in her weird cat way, while peering around the café. They had caused some serious damage, but nothing unrepairable it seemed, with only a few smacks in and they broke a table, two chairs and her bottle of fire water, which would seem interesting on a bill. "Do I H-Have a partner? No... But I think I have some friends... I can't -Hick- remember" she would say in response to the Hybrid on top of her, the crowd going wild around her. From the outside, this would seem so much more perverted then it actually was, until Lizbeth's drunken mind went completely south. She saw the moment, the two so close and her twisted mind saw an odd opportunity. Hoping to catch Tulip off guard with this move, she would reach upwards into the face of the Hybrid and proceed to lock lips forcefully with Tulip. The fangs inside of Lizbeth retreating inside the inside row of canine teeth, her bloody taste still on her lips as well as the wiff of booze still lingering. How would Tulip react? Moonlight began to show lightly from the covered windows, and for some reason, Lizbeth felt a... need... not a desire to go outside.
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Post by Tulip Waterfield on Dec 30, 2016 0:31:03 GMT
As the two females lay on the ground, the woman over the catgirl, her eyes peering into Lisbeth’s. A faint blush covered the catgirl’s face, dying her face a lighter shade of red than her hair. In the light of the cafe, surrounded by cheering men and women, Tulip felt her heart skip a beat as she stared at the catgirl lying on the ground in front of her, hair in a mess and an alcohol-induced grin on her face. Doki? Wait...that heartbeat wasn’t from the excitement of battle. What was it from?
“I am enjoying this too, nyan...are you flirting with me…?” Lisbeth spoke softly, before giggling in her strange, catlike way. Her gaze shifted from Tulip’s and traveled around the room. Tulip’s emerald eyes widened in shock, as the catgirl shifted under her, muscles and skin shifting under her own body. Suddenly becoming acutely aware of the amount of physical contact the girl, Tulip’s expression slowly became shocked. Lisbeth’s gaze returned to Tulip’s, her eyes giddy and a smile on her lips.
“Do I h-have a partner? No….but I think I have some friends...I can’t hick remember?” A sudden, predator-like smirk crossed the cat’s face, as Tulip’s gaze darted to the cheering surrounding the two. OMIGOD! THIS IS SO EMBARRASSI- Tulip’s frantic thoughts and forming blush were interrupted as Lisbeth reached upwards and pulled Tulip into a kiss. Tulip felt her lips part, and the taste of something feral and copper filled her mouth. So...this is a deep kiss? Tastes like blood. Oh right, I punched the cat. Wait...kiss?
The entire crowd was quiet, as the two girls remained locked in the kiss. Tulip finally broke contact, before falling sideways on the ground next to Lisbeth. Her expression was simple: completely shocked. A sudden and violent array of emotions crossed Tulip’s face, ranging from horror, joy, and embarrassment. The crowd began cheering as the woman’s face finally turned a beet red from the kiss.
“That was my first kiss!” Thrusting outward with a punch to the side, Tulip sent the drunk girl towards the dim doorway. Rolling onto her knees, Tulip began collecting her breath and struggling to cool her hot face. Did I get any alcohol in my system? Is that why my heart is hammering? Why do I feel like I’m about to explode!? Crying out in shock, Tulip’s gaze shot to the doorway, where Lisbeth should be. Her face would be beet red, with tears in the corners of her eyes, as the young hybrid whispered. “What’s happening to my body?”
PL: 53450 => HW - 13362, set to 5,000 PL
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Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2016 1:28:02 GMT
The deep kiss followed by the striking silence allowed the quick beating of Lizbeth's heart to press against her chest in a heavy manner, increasing her breathing after the two broke apart, Tulip flipping off of her.
"That was my first kiss!" her voice would echo through Liz's head, loud and piercing as she mothered a response in her temple, thinking and acting.
"Heh, well -Hick- you had your first kiss with a Kuriza. We are... nyan... supposed to be good kissers" Her soft and flirty voice would say, peering over at the Tulip who looked as if she was reevaluating her life. W-Wait... First kiss? You're like... twenty two nyan. I gave birth to my daughter at nineteen." She was flushed, completely red with rosy cheeks. Her body would pull itself up and glaring over at Tulip, as she slowly was losing her buzz. The Bao's alcohol never lasted long, and required more booze to continue going for long. Her head ached for a moment, before she peered back at Tulip and heard her whisper to herself. Her acute hearing could hear every voice within the store, from the men making bets on if the two hybrids would get together, to the ones cheering and hoping for the fight to continue, and the little whisper was a small candle on that cake of information. "That, my dear... Is called excitement. REAL excitement, and possibly..." She paused, before her body would seemingly move exponentially faster, bursting towards Tulip to poke her finger into Tulip's lip, "... Love". She was so upfront with her speaking, and she would stand up, still wobbly, and lightly fixing her hair with her fingers, returning her fuzzy crimson hair to it's original flowing effect. It was easier to see now, as she looked around, mostly at the contender selling different bets. She looked back towards Tulip, staying silent and expecting some kind of response from the woman. She fixed her bra while waiting, leaving her wide open for attacks or screams of effected anguish.
"Wa-Wait a moment. Are you crying?"
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Post by Tulip Waterfield on Dec 30, 2016 2:25:49 GMT
“Heh, well, hic, you had your first kiss with a Kuriza. We are... nyan… supposed to be good kissers.” Her tone was soft and flirty, which made Tulip look across the space towards the Kuriza. She seems so full of herself, for someone so young. That’s so rude! Tulip’s face twisted into a frown, as her heart still beat wildly. How could someone so young be so adult-like? Lisbeth’s voice filled the air again, seeming even more emotional before. “W-wait….first kiss? You’re like...twenty two, nyan? I gave birth to my daughter at nineteen.”
The cat-woman rose to her feet, as Tulip began rethinking things in her head. Wait...she’s older than nineteen. Already has a child. Does...does that make her the more experienced in this duel of emotion? Her emerald eyes darted towards Lisbeth, as the cat’s gaze swept the room. Her face was still flushed, but some of the seriousness had returned to the cat-woman’s face. Tulip’s gaze fell again, when she heard Lisbeth take another breath.
“That, my dear...is called excitement. Real excitement, and possibly…” A sudden, cold chill shot through Tulip, as Lisbeth’s delicate fingers traveled past her eyes to touch her gently on her lips. “...Love.”
Tulip’s eyes widened in shock, as the truth came out. Is that...what this is? No, I don’t like women like that! Do...do I!? Her face turned bright red, as the woman struggled to form a coherent thought through the torrent of emotions coursing through her mind. Was what the crazy cat saying the truth? Tulip hardly noted the cat’s motions as the young woman smoothed out her hair and adjusted the bust of her shirt. That was when a look of shock registered in Lisbeth’s tone.
“Wai-Wait a moment. Are you crying?”
Tears fell from Tulip’s eyes, as she completely forgot where they were, what was happening, or even what she was thinking about. The woman blurred, as her full might was unleashed. The air seemed to hum with energy, as the young, upset hybrid fully changed her stance. Rising to standing, the young hybrid threw a punch with every ounce of her being poured into the strike. It was only after the woman had thrown the punch that she realized what she was doing. Bringing her other hand forward, Tulip caught her punch, trying her best to stop the attack. The fist continued it’s path towards Lisbeth, who wouldn’t Stepping forward, her shoulder slammed into Lisbeth, sending the cat-woman flying backwards towards the doorway. The wind from her punch sent wind whipping through the cafe, as the young hybrid stumbled forward in shock. She looked up towards Lisbeth, worry showing through the tears.
“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to lash out like that! Force of habit!” What Tulip didn’t realize was how close she had placed Lisbeth to the doorway and the tantalizing light that glimmered through the tiny windows on the wooden doors and the shuttered windows. Tulip began walking forward, trying to regain her composure and ensure Lisbeth was still okay.
PL: 53450 => HW - 13362, set to 5,000 PL, rose to 13k for a moment, before returning to 5000 again.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2016 2:53:54 GMT
The lashing out by the girl was unexpected, her power rising higher then normal for a moment as she swung, at a speed Lizbeth could only track with her increased eyesight. Tulip managed to stop her assault, but ramming into Lizbeth hard and sending her stumbling backwards and into the doorway in the process. Lizbeth was about to forgive her, slightly sobering up and understanding the problem with habits. She had begun to start liking this girl, who reminded her a lot of an old boyfriend of hers, before a feeling struck Lizbeth down like one hundred weights on her shoulders. It started with shivers, filling her body, before she turned from looking in the Café, to the outside. From her position, she couldn't look at the moon, and walked further outside, not saying a word as she made her stride to the middle of the street. Looking upwards at the glowing moon, blutz waves filling her as she fell to her hands and knees, screaming in pain as her body made it's changes. She was noticeably getting hairier and her Ki power wuld be noticeably rising to anyone feeling it. Her scream became deeper, before it went from yelling and turning into a large hissing meow. Her body quadrupled in size, or even more, and gained a massive height! To anyone looking, it would seem like a massive red house cat had developed I front of them, it resting on it's four paws with grace, but devilish intent as well. Her mind was completely gone, instinct kicking in as the Saiyan took in more and more Blutz waves. What would Tulip do at the moment of this massive cat appearing where Liz had once been? The meowing could be heard miles away, and the fur on the monster was sticking outwards and frilled, obviously angered.
RRRRRRRREEEEAAAAWWWWWWRRRRRRRR
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Post by Tulip Waterfield on Dec 30, 2016 3:32:15 GMT
The crowd was silent as Lisbeth’s gaze traveled outside. Tulip could only describe the look on the Lisbeth’s face as pain and horror. It became an empty nothing, a lifeless blue that seemed possessed by something malevolent, as the cat-woman turned towards the doorway and slowly pushed the door open. She stepped into the street, letting the door swing shut behind her. The crowd began mulling about, some disappointed, others searching for the climactic conclusion, and others congratulating the young hybrid. Tulip began stumbling towards the door, shoving past people. She finally made it to the door, hand landing on the doorway. It had taken only a few moments, but seemed like an eternity. Standing against the door, the woman tried to gather her thoughts and emotions. A sudden, firm voice called out, full of warmth and masculinity.
“Go out there and find that girl of yours. I got two protein shakes on the house when you and your lady friend come back, kiddo.”
An embarrassed grin split Tulip’s face, but she nodded firmly. I’ll find you, Lisbeth, and sort out these confusing feelings! Turning, the woman shoved the doors open firmly and stepped out into the street.
The sudden transition from the lit diner to the dim streets made Tulip’s vision shift, almost blinding the woman. Slowly walking forward, the woman glanced around, looking around the street. No figure, only two pillars in the center of the road. Tulip began walking forward, noting torn shreds of fabric on the earth next to the pillars. Leaning on one for support, the woman reached down and plucked up one of the shreds. This...is a piece of Lisbeth’s pants?! And this pillar is really plushy. Wait, is this fu-...oh fuck.
A feral growl vibrated through the woman’s entire being, as she hopped backwards and removed the setting holding back her strength. Silver aura began surrounding the woman as she began kindling her potential. Dammit, my muddled emotions are messing with my ability to activate! Her gaze shot upwards, realizing the ‘grey pillar’ she had been leaning upon was a transformed cat monster, formerly known as Lisbeth. Guess you’re part Saiyan, then? A sudden blur filled the woman’s vision, as Tulip’s gaze was met with darkness. Her mind shifted, throwing up the fastest barrier the woman could muster.
PL: 53450 => HW - 13362 KP 2/3 Ki Barrier Activated - 4,400 PL
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Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2016 4:52:42 GMT
GGGRRRRRRROOOOOWWWWWLLLLLLL The massive cat Oozaru would roar, barely keeping from shaking the ground with it's mighty roar. It was more powerful then before now, Lizbeth's saiyan heritage taking over and wiping her mind to complete instincts. The barrier lifted had triggered her assaulting on the Hybrid named Tulip. Her claws would release from her paws, and swipe once into Tulip, with the intention to send her flying down the empty street while going on a complete rampage. The Oozaru would look away, firing a rogue Ki blast from it's mouth into a mountain many miles away and into the distance, as her night vision and enhanced eyes looked around the area. Tulip would be out of the picture in her mind, which showed her Oozaru's ignorance, and leaving her backside and tail wide open for attacks. |
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