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Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2017 3:55:31 GMT
Denim began to growl even as Alaistair gripped her hand and rubbed it. His words reached her, however, the woman twisted them in her mind and soon came to answer with an extremely contorted way of thinking. She first grasped her other hand over top of his before speaking. "I don't want a business on Konats..." she told him while tears streamed down her face continuing with a lengthy answer, "...all I want after having become as evil as I am is a chance to redeem myself. And the only way I can do that is by forgoing that stupid little notion I told you of just now and my own child on Earth. Let's just forget the fact I could have very well been visited by a lunatic posing as a 'what-if' version of my daughter so that I can focus on what really matters. That one thing is pummeling the crap out of the simple minded aliens that lived here who sent me a very convincing prank that brought me here and started me on the rest of this life I'm living now." Alaistair would likely feel her power rise as her hand tightened around his her voice wavering as a weak smile crossed her lips, "These bums out here on this stupid rock need to die along with their king Plato. He was the idiot who brought me here for his coronation, well, I might as well say he did since it was his party... Oh, wait, no... I really shouldn't just be killing him but an old man, his Saiyan friend, and now, if I remember right, that Saiyan man's wife. If you find them for me and allow me to execute them I will be happy."
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Post by Alaistair on Mar 5, 2017 5:35:28 GMT
Denim put her other hand over his, as she continued to sob a answer to Alaistair's statement. The Devil frowned, as she seemed reluctant to acknowledge her personal dream and child. She was angry, despite her smile, as she tightened her grip around his, as she went on about Plato doing some party to become King and wanting to kill him. Alaistair scoffed at the remark with a gasping laugh! He told her, "Now, he's a good man, but he the problem with him is he doesn't know how to let himself be at ease! He's always on and on about the beast the Kashvarr put in him, which does admittedly making state some stupid remarks. The other day, when I landed here, and we had that little talk on the side, I wanted to pummel him for the words he was practically vomiting out! Still do!"
Alaistair laughed a bit, looking to the ground, and then back to Denim. He focused on the statement she made about the old man, explaining in a leveling tone, "I'd not really had time to look into what the 'old man' looks like. However, I did look into him, via Plato, and he believes the man I described to him to be called Dr. Breech, whose currently the chancellor of this planet. When business was called to the planet, he had Breech take command, along with a new Emperor, to lead this planet. The man, from what he also told me, is a android of sorts, and his influence on this planet is impeccable, I've to admit..."
His hand met the same pressure as Denim's, as he questioned, "Are you sure you want to bring that up, though? The last time you talked to me about it, you were upset by it."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2017 22:32:53 GMT
Denim continued to grit her teeth at the demon and glared deep into his eyes when he looked at her. Even when he spoke of wanting to pummel Plato himself she didn't feel better. When he spoke of Dr. Breech too she could only role his eyes at him. "I-I'm not talking about the android running this planet," she stated, "There was another old man who came with me here named Ayumu ages ago with a Saiyan named Celmaru. I have no clue where they went but now I want to pummel those two, however, since it's likely they disappeared off the face of the Earth pummeling the robot overlord Dr. Breech will have to do."
She breathed in some then stated, "I'm not sure what you're talking about either when you say, 'Are you sure you want to bring that up, though? The last time you talked to me about it, you were upset by it.' Yet I cane only assume that too's another matter. If I had to take a gander you want to question my thoughts on Plaid..."
The woman now bit her lip and looked down at her lap. "He did... save me from that desolate rock I wailed about, but he took away my pride by forcing a child on me. I do want to potentially marry him which is why I wear this ring..." she uncurled her hand slightly to reveal it underneath their interlocked hands, "...but perhaps it is better to let him die like a Saiyan should, raise his child, and find a new lover. I don't know why now but beyond getting stronger that's my goal. It's embedded in my mind and body. I want the perfect man by my side and he really isn't it."
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Post by Alaistair on Mar 5, 2017 23:54:14 GMT
The human seemed peeved at Alaistair's honest question. It was a bit puzzling, before she explained that there was another old man, named Ayumu, with some saiyan Celmaru that gave her issues! Alaistair gasped out, "Oh! I thought you were speaking of... Nevermind my question."
She then brought up her thoughts about Plaid and seeking a better man than him! This earned her with Alaistair's face blushing, as memories of his telepathic conversation with her flooded back. He leaned back with his hand retreating, as he stammered, "Uh, hmm! Well-"
Before he could struggle the comment out, the metal door of the kitchen whipped open! Dorgia walked over to their distant table with 2 salads made according Denim's request, as well as a fairly large slab of meat that was still sizzling and steaming upon a large black pan with 2 handles in each side, all of which was on a rolling serving table woth forks and knifes wrapped in cloth napkins! The crag demon pulled up to the table, announcing, "Pardon the interruption, you two. The food has arrived. Please be wary of the pan for when you go for the steak here, for it is quite hot!"
Dorgia first put the steak upon the table, using the handles to move the heavy slab of reptilian meat! After that, Dorgia brought the salads over to the two, placing the salads in front of each with the silverware too. He stood back after, stating, "If there is anything else you'd like, please let me know. I will leave you two to it..."
Dorgia quickly retreated before he got sucked into whatever was happening. Al, meanwhile, had become quiet and looking redder than normal!
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Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2017 15:30:41 GMT
"Well..." Denim responded to Alaistair's comments, "...don't you look flustered." Her hands folded under her chin and in an un-lady like manner she set her elbows on the table to keep herself propped up. She'd gaze right into his eyes the moment Dorgia set their food on the table but said nothing to the waiter for he entered and exited faster then she was able to. "I don't understand why but it's quite different." Her fingers slid to the hand with her ring on it and with a delicate touch she pulled off the ring and crushed it in her left palm. Energy crackled in the palm of her hand and in seconds the ring melted within a sphere of green power. "I'm so through playing games on this planet and be tricked by others. I realize now I don't care to kill or maim that Ayumu or Celmaru fellow I mentioned but I will go toe-to-toe with the ruler of this world and kill them. They humiliated me by how easily they beat me and killed my progeny. Although, I've decided I'm not about to face them head on I'm too weak to take this place so I'll just send in Plaid when he's gone from this world I'll have an inkling of how strong people are on this world and be rid of a bad lover." She smirked at Alaistair rather smitten for the way he looked now he could be an interesting partner. He devoted himself to her without being showy about it, really wanted to show her a better world, and respected her. He felt like the perfect man for a relationship, if only Plaid weren't in the way.
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Post by Alaistair on Mar 14, 2017 4:05:25 GMT
(All good! This is hilarious!  ) Denim caught on to Alaistair's flustered attitude. He started to go at the salad, taking in a rather large chunk as he muffled, food tucked into his cheek, "Well itsch prohahly be-"Alaistair halted the moment Denim took her ring off and shattered the delicate object. Alaistair gulped the mashed salad down, as Denim spoke. He put on a frown, but was quite wide eyed and wasn't sure if he wanted to laugh outta fear, embarrassment, amusement, or all at once. She gave a smirk on top of that, Alaistair becoming a bit fidgety in his seat. When she mentioned getting rid of Plaid earlier, it was so that she could be single again, and seeing her now in full form, Alaistair was now really understanding the comments she made in their telepathic talk! "She was... She was... Ah shit. AAAAAAH SHIT!"His entire face and even his neck became the same tomato red color, as his thoughts went wild... This was mainly due to the fact that his memories were compiled together with many sorts of men and women who'd been through this situation and had a desire very strong desire for others. Alaistair's own thoughts didn't really meet with these emotions, only knowing and understanding them through these shared thoughts and emotions, when he shared his power with them ages ago! The Devil could only cup his hands together on the table, as he struggled out the words, "Can you, uh... Pass the uh.... Sangria over... Please?"(@misfortune) |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 14, 2017 11:32:05 GMT
"You can't lie to me Alaistair; I can see it now, which is why I'd be happy to bring you more Sangria." She smiled at the demon then grabbed the bottle and stood up from her chair. It took her a moment but she crossed the room quite quickly and appeared behind him while he was seated in his chair.
Once she reached him she put the bottle on the table and stated, "I've brought you what you asked for. This date's been fun for me I think and that's why I think I need to help you relax more. You closely resemble a burning sun and seem to be filled with rage or fear. Let me help you out there." With that, the devious woman would then try to place here hands on his shoulders. She'd slowly increase the power level in her arms too so that they'd become far larger and more powerful then before. She was going to need them to massage this tired, scared and somehow embarrassed fool she felt. If he let her do so nearly a force of 500,000 PL was going to be rubbing against his shoulders. More then enough in a normal day to kill hundreds, if not thousands, of ordinary people if used improperly.
Note: Denim is increasing Power Level from Base Power Level to her Maximum Power Level of 489,780 PL.
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Post by Alaistair on Mar 14, 2017 21:54:29 GMT
"... And she's taking advantage of this flustered state I'm in," Alaistair thought to himself, as he had the large glass put in front of him. She'd been upset, but his reaction to her earlier statements had made her do a complete, offering him a massage. Her power increased intensely, her hands feeling larger than before as she pressed her fingers through the fibers of his coat to his upper shoulders, before he could offer a pass!
Alaistair had to summon his will, just to make sure she didn't demolish his shoulder muscles. His muscles bulked a bit, stretching the clothing he had on, but not to hulking level! His skin remained Tomato red through most his face, but had taken a lighter tone. At that point, the Devil had simply let this massage happen. He exhaled, leaning his head back a bit, unknowingly putting it to her belly, with his arms upon the metal armrests of the chairs they were using with his eyes closed to calm himself, "You know, I'm the one hosting here and supposed to be helping your relax. Yee-"
He paused as she got up to where the neck shoulders met, clearly showing great amounts of tension there with a grunt. He continued on, "-et here you are, giving me a massage. I must not be doing a good job hosting this date."
Alaistair had yet to touch the sangria before him, so he could let Denim work his shoulders. They were quite tense with how she'd been acting so far, so this may have been her realizing that and want to repay some of it... At least, that is what Alaistair was wanting to believe.
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(Alaistair's engaged Demonic will, tripling his power level to 529,224. This is to make sure you don't crush his shoulders in your grip.)
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Post by Deleted on Mar 14, 2017 22:14:40 GMT
Denim sighed pinching the long, thick pharyngeal muscles on both sides of the demon lord's neck with her fingers. Like her hands they had gotten larger too and were almost comparable to steel rods as they pressed against the powered up man's throat. She kneaded these for a few moments then let her hands travel back down the base of his neck slowly.
"It's okay Lord Alaistair. You'll be helping me so much soon this is about the least I can do for you hosting me here. Let's see... conquering this planet, killing a man that I hate, reviving my daughter, and getting rid of perhaps a second one I hate as well. Not to mention this date and the lovely housing you've given me I presume as your newest soldier. You seem to have a mind to provide my welfare unlike others you've met so far." Denim announced letting him know her reasons for this strange award.
She could now feel his horns and head pressed against her stomach and smiled at his contentment. Denim would noticeably as a result lose focus though of her power. This resulted in her muscle expansion shifting primarily from her arms to other parts of her body. In particular, her abdomen. Denim felt the threads of her dress stretch in this region (for the bodice of this clothing was made to fit her normal figure) luckily they held together just enough to not destroy her apparel.
She let out a small "Eep!" when feeling this and quickly let go of him before grabbing the Sangria bottle. She pulled it closer to the demon man then pulled away from his chair and went back to hers. For now she was done with her strange actions towards. She felt he rather didn't like them, or maybe he did but didn't openly say so. She wasn't sure for she was afraid now she paralyzed him.
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Post by Alaistair on Mar 14, 2017 22:44:06 GMT
Alaistair gave a smile with a snort, shifting his head forward as she started working the back of his neck as she asked about housing here. The Devil told her, "Well, the thing about it is that, if we're working with each other, I want the people I work with to be comfortable around me, too, and not to call me by Lord or some higher rank. It's just-"
He was cut off by a small squeak from the enlarge woman, who suddenly stopped. The clothing was stretching around her form, having clearly been meant for her much slender form! She pulled the glass so suddenly towards him and took a seat next to him. He looked at her, bummed that she came to a stop so oddly. Maybe she wanted to get to eating herself, possibly having been stressed greatly as well.
The Devil leaned in, grabbing the large glass goblet and the black straw poking out, bringing them to his mouth and taking a long sip before setting them back in. It was tangy and sweet, and the tinge of alcohol was welcomed too! He put it back and begun to take his jacket off, bouncing in the seat briefly to get it out from under him.
His dress shirt he had on exposed the bulked muscles, having contoured themselves around with barely any room for any folds. He unbuttoned the ends, before rolling and folding the sleeves up, as he inquired, "Come to think of it, you've been thoroughly stressed throughout this week... However long ago it's been since I've gotten here. You need a break! Time to relax and recover!"
The Devil stood up, his senses coming back to him. There was the giant steak in front of them, waiting to be had! He grabbed a handle and dragged it closer, discovering that they'd gone through the efforts of cutting long, thick ribbons of the meat. He grabbed his fork and knife, and skewered a few of the ribbons, sliding the ribbons off on top before handing the plate over to her. The steak was cooked rare, the juices oozing out of the slabs unto the white plate. The utensils were put aside, before he clapped his hands together and offered, "Now, before you dig in, would like your own massage?"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2017 0:04:56 GMT
Denim sat quietly next to Alaistair trying to relax. He spoke such kind words to her and seemed to be enjoying cutting into his meat and ale with vigor. He'd taken off his jacket, rolled up his sleeves and now Denim could see just how strong he really looked underneath it all with his huge bands of muscles on his arms and chest. She would have been fine just sitting there and watching becuase for some reason she'd just lost her appetite. Now though as he spoke about massaging her she froze up and stuttered, "If it's in response to my massage and me stopping... Or my own need to relax... Please, don't worry yourself. I'd rather you not because my nervousness could be your own downfall." She tugged at the center of her dress where the fabric was taut for Alaistair to see and, "I've mastered my own power to control my energy and muscles to an extent but even when I get tired or frustrated bad things can happen. My powers for example can go a bit out of control. You see it don't you? The stretched cloth along the center of my dress anymore duress on my psyche and my whole dress could could go kaput before our eyes. I'd rather you not see that but that experience way back when I unleashed my full power the first time for you would be likely what it's like, um, it really makes me bulky looking and not fit for this kind of apparel, so massage my tired muscles at your own risk." |
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Post by Alaistair on Mar 15, 2017 0:42:31 GMT
Denim didn't seem to understand that he was giving her the steak slabs, having been a bit surprised by his own question of a massage! Alaistair laughed, coming up behind her with fingers lightly on shoulders as he told her, "It's quite alright, Denim! I insist! You just need to take in a deep breath..."
Alaistair took in a deep breathe himself, before exhaling his next words out, "And release. Besides, it's quite alright to flaunt what you have, if it amuses you so! Now, be sure to breathe and to let yourself ease up a bit. It'll help you keep control of that energy you're so afraid of being rampant through you wonderful form."
He started by grasping her upper neck with both hands, brief pressing going down her neck and thick shoulders. He hadn't even registered the words he used just then, having been tryin to keep her at ease of mind, which should translate to ease of body. Her muscles in her neck felt tight, but not severely, but as he went down, he could only think of it as though it were a brick wall! Granted, the two of them had dramatically increased their power just a few seconds ago, but Alaistair had a means of calming himself. Denim, on the other hand, felt as though she'd not been stretching right! At least, to Alaistair, she felt that way.
The Devil asked her, as he felt up her upper back, shoulders, and neck, "Have you been sleeping and stretching properly? Even though you're in this form, it feels like you've just got this one continuous knot... And I'm matching you right now, too, and know thing or two about one's well being! You do need to take better care of yourself..."
Alaistair would place his hand upon the back of her head, to suggest her to lean her head forward before he'd begin using his thumbs to rub out her upper neck with circles, his left thumb going counterclockwise and his right going clockwise. He was trying to the muscles in her neck to ease up and trail down as they talked.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2017 22:08:24 GMT
Denim took a deep breath as Alaistair instructed and could feel his fingers delve into the back of her neck annd shoulders. By relaxing her body she began to feel many of the muscles along her frame take on their proper shape. He seemed to stop though about half way down her back and uttered back to him, "Stretching? Are you kidding. I've never really done that kind of stuff. Every exercise or battle I just do on a whim. It's been that way for me since I was like 7 years old and my parents took me out of regular school and sent me to a dojo for training girls martial arts. There I literally learned to fight every second of every day and as a graduation, for a human like me, they had me take on 50 students at once to test my power and force me to unlock the first transformation form I have."
She closed her blue eyes then added, "After that, well, I've done things like back flip through a city on my hands and feet non-stop, shot a bow and arrow for 8-9 hours straight to train myself new techniques, and gone into deadly combat with androids who could vaporize me in less then a second. I've literally had the minimum of an exercise regimen that involves your stretching. On top of that you already know extensively I went through one pregnancy too. So yeah... If you're feeling stress on my joints that's what all that is."
She just wanted him to continue rubbing her body down with his hands to loosen her aching muscles. She expected he was doing this as a favor but maybe wanted her to train with him later. She wasn't really up to that though if he asked for this was a dinner date. What she wanted was to sit here and hear more about him but now only realized it was all about her tonight for some odd reason. Maybe it was her talking and actions. She really hated herself on that now.
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Post by Alaistair on Mar 15, 2017 23:44:35 GMT
Denim went through the details that she'd not let her body relax because she kept going through battles and exercising day in and out. Alaistair grimaced, nodding as he replied inquisitively, "That would explain this tightness..."
He tightened his grip on her neck and shoulders, after finishing with his thumbs. She'd been making herself out to be a nonstop engine that needed its parts cleaned, but it couldn't stop to let it happen! His grip was tight enough to reflect the discomfort she was putting her body through, telling her in advance, "Just need you to breathe and do my work. After that, we'll get to the meal in front of us."[/b][/font]
Alaistair maintained the opposing clockwork circles, using his his whole hands on each part, for the start. He'd follow the way she winced, to focus on those parts of her muscles. Despite the buffed form she had, she had a form that was pleasant to look at to Alaistair, which caused him to look up and shake his head, thinking to himself, "Maintain control... Maintain control."
"So you like to fight a lot, on top of wanting to document fighting styles," Alaistair asked her, focusing both hands onto her left shoulder. With his left hand, he held her arm enough to make sure she didn't move a lot, while with his right had the upper knuckles rubbing tightly up her shoulder. He continued, "I don't think you explained that little hobby in detail before. Tell me a little more! Have you a personal style you like above others?"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2017 11:56:37 GMT
Denim grit her teeth feeling Alaistair's big thumbs push into her tender skin. She'd really not taken decent care of her muscles for the moment he started talking about fighting styles she could feel his arms pull one of her arms back and this caused her to tear up. "I-I like target shooting with my bow sometimes, alright! I don't really use any sort of style in a fight though since punching and blocking is all that requires. Now let me go... it hurts a bit." She continued to wince even as he rubbed his knuckles into her shoulders. Outside the Cherry Loft a certain someone Demin knew with a long gray ponytail appeared. This was a young woman that Denim knew particularly well and after a very long time had found a means to find her via her Ki Sensing. This woman wore mostly black boots with blue and yellow straps, black spats, and a purple and maroon shirt that cut off just above her belly button. She was strong, athletic and sported of all things a Saiyan tail. Being half Denim's age in appearance, she recognized herself as only one thing to Denim her future-born daughter Silk. A sixteen year old girl from a future universe time frame run by a powerful yet quickly collapsing Arcosian Empire. With little care in the world she approached the building Alaistair owned with a smirk on her face and uttered, "I finally found you mom. You dare abandon me in Heaven and Hell?" Young Silk complained explicitly to no one other then herself with these words simply because that's what happened to her after her first death ever. The young woman had been judged by King Yemma to be lacking truly evil deeds in her normal state of being (Oozaru rampages in an uncontrollable state didn't always count apparently), plus he found her future tale ludicrous. Thererfore he forced her to take a chill pill and head to Heaven. She spent her days there drinking lattes, eating the finest foods and being annoyed by cricket people and whiny spirits only to finally have enough of that. This rage in turn caused her to drop off the edge of that place and end up in HFIL. Unfortunately, when she came to and sensed her mother's energy for the first time she realized she was hundreds of miles away from her. The young woman then had to trek the perilous lands, steal peoples' Shoki, and finally make it to where Denim was last felt by her. There she found though that the woman had jumped through a ripped hole in time and space to escape Hell itself. Thus she followed only to find that her experience wasn't as great for she really had to squeeze through an ever shrinking gap. Ultimately the young woman succeeded but with all she'd been through she wanted mother to hear a piece of her mind. The young woman definitely felt she could let her mom feel her wraith for she'd bulked up and with that power knew she could crush the average joe easily. Her mom she still considered among them and so she approached Alaistair's sensing her inside very close to another being. Her only intent though at this time to punch Denim in the face and worry about the rest later. It was likely though her Dorgia might sense her with Alaistair's other friends. Meanwhile, Denim felt the energy of someone familiar outside and simply closed her eyes. If they were here to see her they'd get into Alaistair's place somehow. The fact she shared Energy Sensing with her own daughter should have made her realize it was her own child but she didn't care to read into the energy signature more than, "There's someone at the door." |
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