Post by Myst on Jan 23, 2017 4:36:02 GMT
Myst walked erratically around the ruins of the destroyed area around him. He was just barely on the grounds and already the destruction was evident. One could see a practically man sized sent in the dirt where someone has been kecked hard enough to dig into the ground itself. Bits o f legal and various tiny fragments o f legal littered the ground, sparkling against the dirt and grades as if some huge party has just ended and sparkling confetti littered the flood. Except confetti wouldn’t cut your feet open.the roof to his place of business, the business he owned and had been raising for practically 80 years, lay in ruins. The front wall was destroyed, and through it you could see holes in the roof where ki beams had punched through. He nearly stepped in a red pool and wasn't sure if it was oil, some odd world good spilled, or blood. Dear god how many had died? He had the report with him. It was a thick report, the media coverage alone… had insured the research was fast and accurate, and his own workers had taken inventory and calculated the losses, in value, money, and far more importantly, in how many families had lost loved ones. He held the report on a sturdy clip board but hadn’t looked past the front page, And he hadn’t read that.
Thoughts flickered through his head rapidly, constantly moving. Damn those...gah…. I swear someone had better.make this right… was a common trend, punctuated constantly by They killed my child… Sure all his kids were long grown up, but they were still his kids. What had anyone done to deserve this? Kill many of his workers one of his kin, and destroy his entire business. All for what? Some stupid vendetta between saiyans and arcosians? Just over some war? Why did their hatred had to destroy so many lives? Couldn’t they had at least taken it out to some desert or sea? This was unnecessary in every way possible. Surely they could fly… why fly into a rage here?
Myst found it intolerable and inexcusable. He wasn’t even sure if either had even died! There was no body. Mind you with no attacks and melee from people that strong… one could have been vaporized, or flow away to die elsewhere. Or they both lived. Who knew. And yet that made it no easier to comprehend. If he has been human he’d have passed out from sheer hyperventilation if nothing else. His mind was shaking. The police had done their search and found nothing. When you punched through steel effortlessly how likely was it you’d leave detectable fingerprints? With so much blood from workers and each other, there wasn’t much chance of that either.
Myst bent down to pick up something. It was an antenna…. He knew the color and form it took, he knew where it came from. He collapsed onto a pillar of sorts, which had been supporting a wall, but was now supporting a piece of I ripped Swiss cheese made of metal. The world was spinning, he was dizzy. The world faded away to black around the edges, and he was gone.
It was dark… he couldn’t see…. Where was he? He felt like thought alone…. He could see and hear, but felt no body. There was so much yelling and screaming. Words of hate and anger. Screams of panic. He turned and found he did have a body now. There was a worker, one of his managers, arm cut off from flying shrapnel. It pulsated and he was panicking, grabbing onto the stump trying to hold in the blood. Her turned, tried to help. He tried to rip his clothing, make a tourniquet, but he couldn’t. He clothing felt like it was made of tungsten for all the hood trying to tear it did. The person passed I out. Myst turned, for the sight of the mangled building was less horrible to look upon. Faceless entities blasted the building apart with their blows. A chunk of the roof fell and crushed the lower half of someone sprinting away. A policeman came just to take a ki beam to the head, which was blown away along with his neck and a goodly portion of his shoulder. oh god stop, stop, STOP. He found himself yelling, screaming so loud he thought he’d rip in half. But nothing stopped. Nothing happened. The carnage went on.
Myst turned aground, only to find his daughter. She was moving like a storm. She was supporting one man while making a tourniquet for another. She hobbled out with them and came back. Always back. She marched forward determined and resolute. Stop, stop, don’t confront them, just stop please. But his daughter walked through him. She went anyway, not hearing his pleads. And then… she was gone, having stepped up to stop them only get hey between a ki beam and its target.
Myst awoke, he hadn’t been unconscious too long he thought but held his eyes shut. He wanted so desperately for everything to have been a nightmare. For him to be in his bed, to see his family and hold his daughter extra hard. But the pain in his back forced him to move, to stand and not long after, face reality. With a slow, steady willpower he opened his eyes only to have his hopes crushed. He looked around, hoping to see his daughter’s body. She deserved to be hurried properly. But there was only a foot and the antenna of hers in his hand. If the later was not enough, the shoe on the former was when it came to identifying. There wasn’t even a way to hurry her properly, 90% or mode had just been utterly disintegrated. He’s never been a fighter… she hadn’t. She hadn’t had a way to resist.
What ha y ed could prompt one to fight to kill and not care who was around what possible excuse could there be to destroy and kill uncaringly just in the hopes of killing your foe? Why? Why? How could anyone be like that? Myst couldn’t fathom the kind of person who was like that. Yes Daku And and arcosians had been at war, and there was still hate between them no doubt, But the innocent people here hadn’t been involved, they hadn’t deserved to die… Nor had my daughter.
Myst walked off the scene, carrying the two pieces of his daughter he had left in his hands. He couldn’t give her a proper burial. She was a majin, she could reform… But clearly she had already reformed once before this blow. He’d see her again in the afterlife, of here was one for his kind. As headed home his mind turned more and more to sadness. There was no refuge from it. And arranging a burial didn’t help matters. He’s couldn’t help but find the question again and again. Why? Why? He’d say it didn’t matter but in this case…
It was only during the funeral, watching the small casket go down and be buried that a resolve formed itself deep in his mind. He would NOT allow this to happen again. He might only be a father and businessman now, but he would grow stronger. No one would hurt his family again! He would not allow his not another's family be blown apart like this again! He had never trained or caught before. But now, the father would become a warrior, and grow strong enough to stop this from happening again. Every fatherly instinct in him cried out for this. He would Not allow this to happen again! So, with this burning in his head, he set out, salvaged all the zeni and supplies he could from his ruined business, and set out to make sure this never happened again.
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Okay so Myst is a parent and lover, not a fighter. As such, because he has no combat training, i’d like the lowest pl you feel a majin with no combat experience would have.
In essence I ask for the lowest pl an adult majin could have, and instead have all the BP and whatnot go to zeni. (He did have his own business, this makes sense.)
I really don't care how low you make his pl, if you feel a majin like him should have normal everyday human pl, i don't care either. Use your judgement as to how much he should have.
Thoughts flickered through his head rapidly, constantly moving. Damn those...gah…. I swear someone had better.make this right… was a common trend, punctuated constantly by They killed my child… Sure all his kids were long grown up, but they were still his kids. What had anyone done to deserve this? Kill many of his workers one of his kin, and destroy his entire business. All for what? Some stupid vendetta between saiyans and arcosians? Just over some war? Why did their hatred had to destroy so many lives? Couldn’t they had at least taken it out to some desert or sea? This was unnecessary in every way possible. Surely they could fly… why fly into a rage here?
Myst found it intolerable and inexcusable. He wasn’t even sure if either had even died! There was no body. Mind you with no attacks and melee from people that strong… one could have been vaporized, or flow away to die elsewhere. Or they both lived. Who knew. And yet that made it no easier to comprehend. If he has been human he’d have passed out from sheer hyperventilation if nothing else. His mind was shaking. The police had done their search and found nothing. When you punched through steel effortlessly how likely was it you’d leave detectable fingerprints? With so much blood from workers and each other, there wasn’t much chance of that either.
Myst bent down to pick up something. It was an antenna…. He knew the color and form it took, he knew where it came from. He collapsed onto a pillar of sorts, which had been supporting a wall, but was now supporting a piece of I ripped Swiss cheese made of metal. The world was spinning, he was dizzy. The world faded away to black around the edges, and he was gone.
It was dark… he couldn’t see…. Where was he? He felt like thought alone…. He could see and hear, but felt no body. There was so much yelling and screaming. Words of hate and anger. Screams of panic. He turned and found he did have a body now. There was a worker, one of his managers, arm cut off from flying shrapnel. It pulsated and he was panicking, grabbing onto the stump trying to hold in the blood. Her turned, tried to help. He tried to rip his clothing, make a tourniquet, but he couldn’t. He clothing felt like it was made of tungsten for all the hood trying to tear it did. The person passed I out. Myst turned, for the sight of the mangled building was less horrible to look upon. Faceless entities blasted the building apart with their blows. A chunk of the roof fell and crushed the lower half of someone sprinting away. A policeman came just to take a ki beam to the head, which was blown away along with his neck and a goodly portion of his shoulder. oh god stop, stop, STOP. He found himself yelling, screaming so loud he thought he’d rip in half. But nothing stopped. Nothing happened. The carnage went on.
Myst turned aground, only to find his daughter. She was moving like a storm. She was supporting one man while making a tourniquet for another. She hobbled out with them and came back. Always back. She marched forward determined and resolute. Stop, stop, don’t confront them, just stop please. But his daughter walked through him. She went anyway, not hearing his pleads. And then… she was gone, having stepped up to stop them only get hey between a ki beam and its target.
Myst awoke, he hadn’t been unconscious too long he thought but held his eyes shut. He wanted so desperately for everything to have been a nightmare. For him to be in his bed, to see his family and hold his daughter extra hard. But the pain in his back forced him to move, to stand and not long after, face reality. With a slow, steady willpower he opened his eyes only to have his hopes crushed. He looked around, hoping to see his daughter’s body. She deserved to be hurried properly. But there was only a foot and the antenna of hers in his hand. If the later was not enough, the shoe on the former was when it came to identifying. There wasn’t even a way to hurry her properly, 90% or mode had just been utterly disintegrated. He’s never been a fighter… she hadn’t. She hadn’t had a way to resist.
What ha y ed could prompt one to fight to kill and not care who was around what possible excuse could there be to destroy and kill uncaringly just in the hopes of killing your foe? Why? Why? How could anyone be like that? Myst couldn’t fathom the kind of person who was like that. Yes Daku And and arcosians had been at war, and there was still hate between them no doubt, But the innocent people here hadn’t been involved, they hadn’t deserved to die… Nor had my daughter.
Myst walked off the scene, carrying the two pieces of his daughter he had left in his hands. He couldn’t give her a proper burial. She was a majin, she could reform… But clearly she had already reformed once before this blow. He’d see her again in the afterlife, of here was one for his kind. As headed home his mind turned more and more to sadness. There was no refuge from it. And arranging a burial didn’t help matters. He’s couldn’t help but find the question again and again. Why? Why? He’d say it didn’t matter but in this case…
It was only during the funeral, watching the small casket go down and be buried that a resolve formed itself deep in his mind. He would NOT allow this to happen again. He might only be a father and businessman now, but he would grow stronger. No one would hurt his family again! He would not allow his not another's family be blown apart like this again! He had never trained or caught before. But now, the father would become a warrior, and grow strong enough to stop this from happening again. Every fatherly instinct in him cried out for this. He would Not allow this to happen again! So, with this burning in his head, he set out, salvaged all the zeni and supplies he could from his ruined business, and set out to make sure this never happened again.
Word Count: 1,334
Okay so Myst is a parent and lover, not a fighter. As such, because he has no combat training, i’d like the lowest pl you feel a majin with no combat experience would have.
In essence I ask for the lowest pl an adult majin could have, and instead have all the BP and whatnot go to zeni. (He did have his own business, this makes sense.)
I really don't care how low you make his pl, if you feel a majin like him should have normal everyday human pl, i don't care either. Use your judgement as to how much he should have.