Post by Wyntre Cold on Nov 4, 2014 6:22:57 GMT
The days of cold, for they have been,
they passed, they come, they're now.
The days of cold, for they will be,
they are, they will, they come.
The days of cold, for they are now,
they where, they are, she is.
The days of cold, from under the bed,
will rid us all of hearth and head.
The days of cold, they're here at last,
don't let the winter bite.
The days of cold, when will they go,
not until the scythe.
The days of cold, they've taken so much,
She is the ice that makes the lies,
The days of cold, forever unending,
Wyntre, by name,
Deathly, by heart.
The days of cold, from under the bed,
will rid us all of hearth and head.
The days of cold, they're here at last,
don't let the winter bite.
The days of cold, when will they go,
not until the scythe.
The days of cold, they've taken so much,
She is the ice that makes the lies,
The days of cold, forever unending,
Wyntre, by name,
Deathly, by heart.
The babie's eyes opened very slowly. Today was it's second day alive. It was not a he, but he was a she, but not being an it. You see, she was an Arcosian. Not just any Arcosian though. She was the Princess of Arcose, daughter of the king. There was a reason she was here, you know. Why was she not where there blood drips faster, home? To answer these questions, simply look back. The Arcosian's had evolved quite a long time ago, but, for reasons unknown, the ratio of female to male ale birth is roughly one to twenty. Because of this, superstitions emerged. A female must be tested of worthiness in extreme conditions. She appeared very much like you would expect a True form baby. The crystal, only a small speck of purple, the eyes, very large in comparison to the head, the tail, quite short and yet to grow. She, at a distance, would only appear as a small blob of white and purple...
wasn't in a pram, nor in her mothers arms, but more in Planet Trade Organization Royal Armor, on a rock in the middle of nowhere. The PTO Royal Armor was very similar to the PTO standard battle armor, all but for main two differences, vaz:
1. It feels more luxurious, fit for a king, while keeping the strength.
2. Different color theme, this being white with purple streaks.
This all came as a shock to Wyntre, but so would anything else on the second day since birth. She took a little look to the left, and then to the right... It was a very rocky planet. It was quite, very flat, too. A great plane of only iron-rich red dirt for as long as can been seen, with only rocks, the odd tree, cactus and giant evil monster. Yes, you heard that last one right. You see, this was the test of the Princess, 2rd in line to monarchship, after her older brother... they weren't going to dump her on a random planet and see what happens! Instead, they got horrible monsters. They are all terrifying, large, horrible beasts, they had been starved to near-death, and Wyntre smelt like bacon... What looked like a mix between an octopus, a shark and a rhino locked onto this smell, a giant frame turning to face the itsy bitsy child, harmlessly sucking it's thumb. She couldn't do much, at that age. She was only a few hundred times more powerful than a human baby, you know.
And that's why, with relative ease, the colossal frame that made Godzilla look like a house-cat swooped down it's vast head and took a good bit. This was going to be remembered as one of few times of fun in Wyntre's life, for that's what it was! Everything was slippery and a pinkish-red colour, up there was a large dangling object, and it was almost a slippery slide. Normally, if a human was in here, they'd already have evaporated. It was quite fun, especially the part where the slippery slide led to the slime pool of digesting acids! She splashed around in what she would have been by now, having an awful good time... But, after an hour or two, she stopped liking it. It started to sting a little. But before she could find an exist, the whole creature rocked to the side before falling over. A large scream was heard as two giant horns pierced easily through the 'Slime Pool Party' room. The 'room' was now on it's side, strange liquids escaping through the holes. To whatever did that, they ruined the party. While it was only her first day since her birth, her emotions had developed just enough to tell her the best thing in this situation was a technique passed down from generation to generation...
Most people call it crying, but it wasn't the most efficient use of time and energy at the current state of matters... a large snout quickly made a even larger hole. It was very black and furry, and the nose appeared very moist. It looked quite a lot like a dog, the head. Introducing- the Bandersnatch! She would have been able to get a good look at it, but her eyes where of water. It was a very large dog, equalling in size of the dead one she was now inside, with three heads instead of one, two sharp curved horns on each head and an even larger one in the middle of the center head, not to mention the acidic molten titanium sprawling down it's mouth. However, unlike most Earth dogs, this one had a sense of sound roughly equal to a broken stick glued to an old brick with bubble-gum. And, because of this, it couldn't hear the extremely loud crying as it continued to snack down on it's dinner... but not before a booming noise ushered through the entire planet. You see, the Arcosian's have very good tech, mostly because they always steal it from others. One of the bits of tech they had "invented", cough cough stole cough cough, was noise that came from everywhere. It mattered not what part of the planet you where from, the sound was always the same volume. The voice said something along the lines of "Gravity going from 5x to 10x."
It didn't sound loud. It sounded quiet, only made loud. Wyntre didn't know what this meant, of-course, but what she soon felt was a surprise. The gravity doubled. Wyntre could survive this easily though. The Arcosian's are naturally a very powerful race, the can survive this. Even then, she had a power level of 160. It had been a long day, she would have thought if her brain could string up such complicated sentences. She slowly and very inefficiently crawled over somewhere else, it looked like a backwards army crawl. The place she managed to get to was a large tree. It was very brown, and I mean abnormally brown. People could huddle in a circle and compliment it's brownness, it's that kind of brown. It was an odd tree still, ignoring the colour. It went straight up, which was weird, and it only had one ginormous leaf at the very top. There was a whole she managed to find. She crawled in it, finding a convenient pillow of sticks and leaves. She managed to get on it before her eyes shut...
And then she had awoken! She hadn't seemed to have grew at all, but this was fine. Fun fact about Arcosian's, aside from surviving in space, they can also go weeks without a meal. But Wyntre was a baby. Stuff that. Conveniently, there was a large egg right in front of her. She hadn't thought much of this, not before she goggled up the egg almost twice her size, including the shell. 'That was delicious' is what she would have thought. "Gravity going from 10x to 15x."
There was a sound, there was. it resembled a bird flapping... but then it changed a mix between a roar and a squeak. Oh, she would have thought. Nice birdy. It was a strange-looking bird. It had the eight (yes, eight) colours of the rainbow in it's coat, it had six sets of wings and a beak you'd expect from a nightmare. It wasn't quite as large as the other creatures, but it was as ferocious... Introducing- the Jubjub Bird. It peeped through the peeping hole, looking in surprise. 'This is not my baby! This one is not mine! Mine has red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet and octarine, not white and purple!' it thought, eyeing Vryka closely. Those where the last thoughts it could ever think, for it's hard to inspect items if you're head has been sliced in twenty three and a half pieces.
This had been nice. First, an egg twice her size, now, a giant bird monster... it had been her lucky day. Another sound was heard- it was not of a bird, it sounded more like a helicopter landing, accompanied with loud beeps and bloops. The sound became louder, as if getting closer. Through the hole of the tree, came- drumroll please, an Arcosian! It was a he, and he was in Brute Form. The large figure loomed over Wyntre, you could see the evil in his eyes... He had, perhaps strangely, a color theme of orange and white. This was quite a rare sight, but it didn't matter to Vryka. From his shadow came a small robot, friendly in appearance, with a large Planet Trade Organization label on it.
"This is Wyntre, Mal."
"Yes, it is."
Wyntre watched the two with immense fascination... Who where these people? What is that dialect they speak?
"Now, I may feel silly talking to a young baby, my Lady, but I have been tasked with training you."
"And I, educate you."
"Gaba, doo!"
"Major, it may interest you to know that she just said a swear word in the now-extinct language of the Apacalayapan people of sector 5925."
"It does not interest me. You can use your methods and I can use mine, when it turns one."
The Major turned his back to the baby, still sucking it's thumb, and took a few steps as the robot turned to the baby. "Greetings. I am Mal 9001 and I will educate you in all needed forms, including basic english skills and simple arithmetic. Shall we begin?"
To the humans, educating a baby after only three days may seem a little extreme, but as the more educated of the Arcosians would tell you, you should teach a baby as soon as possible. While it has not happened yet, she would quickly learn to understand english, at an astonishing age of one.
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"Today is your first birthday. Today... your training begins."
Wyntre nodded frantically. She understood this clearly, a voice in her mind wished she hadn't. In time, Wyntre had managed to form a Suppressed Form, which made the dangerous fauna that inhibited the planet a bit more dangerous than cute pets and slippery slides. "This won't be easy. Rule 1! Don't leave yourself open." Wyntre thought about this clearly, and quite confusedly. She was more open than an open shop with a large sign saying 'open', and that's pretty awesome. Major's tail whipped across and smashed her into a tree. Ow. "Rule two! When hit, get up and fight back!"
Wyntre was feeling quite a lot of pain, now. I mean, emotional too. She was the most powerful being on the planet, it was her playground! And then he came along to beat her up... and so she tried to get back up. "Rule Three! Don't let the enemy recover."
Uh-oh. He punched her, restraint, in his suppressed form. "Ow..."
"Rule Four! If you can't win, cheat."
What came next could be explained as pain, but doing so would be a tremendous understatement. Two broken bones. That's what she got. She hated Major already. You know, people are often horrible people. Some are so very horrible they're the kind who would throw a puppy in an active volcano. This one? He can barely qualify as a person. Death, she thought. That's her freedom. She'd just kill him and get on with it, she thought. Death is my solstice, she thought. It is the only certainty... for all but her. So far, her thoughts on her family were grim. They didn't welcome her, oh no. They stranded on a planet. How would you feel? "Get up. Next year I'll expect more from you. Rule Five! There are no rules."
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"So, do you know Spelling Rule 19?"
"I do."
"At this rate, you will be more educated than the average adult. Congratulations."
"Yeah, yeah. I need myself my punching bag."
"I'm going to beat you this time."
"Oh, just like you haven't the last seven years?"
That was it. They weren't even at the fighting grounds, but she took a shot anyway. A manic laugh spread across her face as her body slowly morphed into her True Form, The blues of her body slowly turned into a purple, the rest whitened, and soon all was clear. And with this... she spread out the pointing finger on her left hand (as she was left-handed), aimed... and-"Not quite so fast."
He put his hand on hers, cusping her finger with force. He thought it would help. The fool! A Death Beam, coloured with red, came from her finger and removing his hand that cusped it. Soon. Soon she will be free of him. That was all that mattered. And, as one would expect, he screamed quite loudly. As you do. But that was not all, as he fell back, trying to find his absent hand. "You little-!"
With gravity of a fixed 24.5x, even standing was often hard. He moved straight to his True Form, not bothering to give mercy. While these forms are almost always very short, he had a lot of muscly body mass, and to an impressive height. Then what he did was inexcusable. Sent flying backwards was the effect, you can only imagine the terrors of the cause... "You cannot defeat me. Now give up."
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Wyntre was now twelve years young, and the word is, was that the day after the current one, she was to be retrieved and made officially the princess of Arcose. While this was very good, only one thing was on her mind. Major. She just needed to murder him.... now. She didn't have much time left, but she's been waiting twelve years. The rage boiled within her, brewing over the years, and now unkempt. He was right there. All he needed to do was a few good strikes, and-"Wyntre. Congratulations. You're no-where near as a good fighter as I was hoping, but... well done."
Oh, now he was congratulating her? Since when did that happen? She wasn't having any of this. She'd need all the help she could get. Transforming in only a matter of seconds into her True form, the blue became purple, the horns retreated and the grays whitened, she lent out a finger, a face of shock on his face. and it was shot. Wyntre had expected it would bounce off like nothing, or he'd dodge, or something similar. But no. He was dead, on the floor....Yay! Sudden urges of happiness and optimism bubbled through her veins! She was undefeatable!
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The past few days have been horrible.
Rumors, that was it. The Arcosian Rebellion Front, they called themselves. They where not a front, they appeared more like a behind, calling them rebels was about as true as saying not eating the vegetables on the plate is as evil as murdering hundreds, and they didn't deserve to call themselves 'Arcosian'! It was all quite off-putting.
They had spread rumors and false plans. They accused Wyntre of plotting to overthrow her parents and take charge of Arcose! Sure, it was true, but that mattered not! They said she was going to try to assassinate them. They had everything you'd need for a perfect scandal. Normally, the King would just execute her, but he knew them liars, and didn't want to lose a valuable asset. You know what he was going to do to her? Marry her off to some pathetic prince. That wasn't ever going to happen! She just wanted to leave and never come back! She was twenty, that's old enough.
Her library had been nice, though. It had millions of years of knowledge in it's pages, and Wyntre was the only one to gain it's secrets... a few of these secrets could surely bring down the Royal Morale. But, for now, she was to go to these pirates and show their deaths to the universe...
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There it was. The pirate stronghold. It wasn't all too fuss, not impressive! It looked like a cobble-pot of different meshes and metals, all lazily thrown together. It looked like whoever made the ship was busy watching TV while making it. It was quite large, though. I mean, imagine three large ships stacked on top of each other. It was a space-station, a 'stronghold for justice' as they called it. They weren't going to get justice. They where going to die, the lot of them! In true form, she got up a finger, aimed it at their main engine, and... well. Let's just say we can use the Death Star explosion for a reference. Then, while on TV, she had gotten an idea. It had little to do with the Camera-men, but still. In her vast knowledge, stories her told of great adventures, and a heroic figure known as 'Frieza' as he was nearly-killed by a monster with hair-of-gold... This story took place on a planet called earth. She decided, why not? I'll just go there!
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Earth didn't look as stunning as the legends told of.
She was here, in her ship. It was quite fancy, and had the latest most expensive gear you could ever imagine... shame there wasn't any clue. Well, there was, as in used to be. They where excellent, top-notch pilots. Too bad they where boring. She had to kill them all for that grave mistake. And now, well, now she regrets that.
She was pummeling down to Earth, like an asteroid. The re-entry affect was quite clear. And now, not knowing how to pilot the device, she randomly pressed buttons, pressed levers and hoped something good came of it. The ground could be seen. The clouds could be seen. Then she came under... and, just before the ship hit the ground, she must have hit the right button, as it seemed to have frozen in it's tracks, before dropping the meter of so down a second or two later. It wasn't too rough, especially with the artificial gravity. She blew a hole in the roof and flew out, to see the damage, in her hoverchair. The ship was heavily battered, but other than that, it seemed perfectly functio-BLAM.
She spoke too soon, as the ship exploded in a terrible fire of death and random bits of rubble. Oh. That wasn't supposed to have happened.
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Earth didn't look as stunning as the legends told of.
She was here, in her ship. It was quite fancy, and had the latest most expensive gear you could ever imagine... shame there wasn't any clue. Well, there was, as in used to be. They where excellent, top-notch pilots. Too bad they where boring. She had to kill them all for that grave mistake. And now, well, now she regrets that.
She was pummeling down to Earth, like an asteroid. The re-entry affect was quite clear. And now, not knowing how to pilot the device, she randomly pressed buttons, pressed levers and hoped something good came of it. The ground could be seen. The clouds could be seen. Then she came under... and, just before the ship hit the ground, she must have hit the right button, as it seemed to have frozen in it's tracks, before dropping the meter of so down a second or two later. It wasn't too rough, especially with the artificial gravity. She blew a hole in the roof and flew out, to see the damage, in her hoverchair. The ship was heavily battered, but other than that, it seemed perfectly functio-BLAM.
She spoke too soon, as the ship exploded in a terrible fire of death and random bits of rubble. Oh. That wasn't supposed to have happened.
You see, Wyntre had done a lot of things on this planet. She has started Wyntre-corp, a large-scale science business of cold-related things, and even her old cult. There are many ways to kill a man. Be it this, or that, or this, but not excluding that, may kill a man. Look to your left, in which there is an object; this could be a death weapon. Wyntre had always enjoyed this thought on Earth. She would quite often cut the population down in secret with a plethora of weapons. She had one killed a man with a blunt pencil, another, a paper-clip. Once she killed someone with a small pebble, and another few, their own toes. Wyntre wasn't the kind of person you'd want to talk to in a bar, but no worries, the feeling is mutual! In fact, some went some steps further. She once has had a leisurely stroll, you see. They threw their things at her... they called their police. The feeling was mutual, the death was immense.
A lot of people had died that day. Some tried to save the day heroically, but this foolish attempt was futile. Do you know what Wyntre felt about these people, these- humans? Mostly.... not well. They deserve to be forever in pain. Unless they can prove their worth, a feat in which has never faced accomplishment, then they are a useless waste of time and would be lucky as a slave race. However, the more intelligent ones, i.e. the ones in the cult, are special. She's by no means friends with them, oh no! However, these ones have the honor to deserve to even mention her name. You see, Wyntre has a cult. It is called Wyntirism, and in it, people worship their almighty leader; Wyntre, their sole omnipotent goddess. It isn't just the praising they do, though. Among other tasks, they clean the area, prepare food and other duties. Here, she is not treated as a princess, nor a queen. Here... here, she is a god. Well, goddess, technically.
It really is good, having a bunch of followers like them. Good for killing. But then, a knock came on the door. And then whoever knocked opened it anyway, as, stepping in, was a figure. At first glance, he looked like a Saiyan. He had Saiyan armor, had that arrogant look to him, and so on. But there, he was red. His armor, red. His hair, red. His eyes,
"I am Zarmar. I am here to retrieve you."
"You dare? You- wait, no, why?"
"For tests."
"Tests?"
"Tests."
"Tests?"
"Tests."
"I've had enough of this. Die!"
At high speeds, Wyntre took a few swings at what she thought a Saiyan. He dodged with ease, before slapping her across the room. "Come with me or I will force you to."
Wyntre laughed, flying back to the man and shooting a ki blast at him. It hit, bit did very little. The man grabbed her neck and threw her across the room. "You couldn't force a fly to move!"
Wyntre emerged from the dust, she did. Although different, she was. Yoda, I am. She came out, flying, really, now in her True form, menacing as always... "The days of cold may never end."
There are many ways to kill a man. A face of shock was ever-present on Zarmar's usually neutral face... it was the kind of face you get when you're winning, but at the last second, you are overtaken... Wyntre only liked it when she did the overtaking.
You see, truth was, Zarmar was not a Saiyan. What he was made Saiyans look like pansies. She focused her bukujutsu, her feet slowly becoming independent from the ground, and, smiling horribly, she let out her finger. It was her left hand. The pointer finger... and a red spark danced around it. Her smile turned into an evil, malicious laugh, the kind stereotypical villains would use... and then it came. As any sane, logical person who had half of an idea of what a Death Beam was, then I'd think you can assume what happened. However, whatever did happen, and I am not to spoil what said technique was used, it did not kill Zarmar.
Sure, it knocked him back. But are we here to knock back our problems, or are we here to shoot them with laser beams of Death? And no, I didn't exactly give it away, no-one would know the technique was Death Beam. Wait. Drat. But at least now, in the seriousness of all of anything that had the physical possibility of seriousness, he was pushed back. By about a kilometer. Yes, you heard it here! The blast knocked him straight through the door and into the distance. Sure, she could leave the man to his own devices, but what's the fun in that when she could just kill him? And, so, yet again, her feet left the ground, transforming into her Suppressed form, as she slowly went in the general direction of the blast...
There are many ways to kill a man.
[To be continued in the flashbacks of training threads.]