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Post by Vennel on Feb 17, 2017 3:00:50 GMT
[Thread Power Level: 34’614/138'455 | Weights in use] [Power Suppressed: 1] Vennel’s weary eyes cracked open to a blinking light from one of the terminals inside her pod to see a planet looming not far in the distance. The red tinted glass gave the world a pinkish, almost purple hue. The planet’s star glinted just over the planet’s curvature, leaving the young saiyan warrior squinting. It wasn’t until the computer broke the silence that her attention was snapped into focus and she began to prep for the worst. ”Impact in 20. Warning, hull integrity below five percent. Odds of hull integrity remaining intact after impact are minimal. Suggest-“A quick tap to the console’s volume button saw to the end of that reaffirmation of what she’d need to do. She already was well aware the pod wasn’t likely to survive this whole endeavor, and she knew just as well what she would need to do in order to survive it herself. Taking a deep breathe, the warrior braced herself for the impact. It wasn’t long before her pod hit the atmosphere, as it began to rattle about the air in it’s descent, knocking a panel of the controls loose. Waiting until she’d cleared most of the upper layers of the atmosphere, the pod itself began to break apart, or so it felt like. The jostling of the vessel continued as what sounded like scraping metal could be heard from inside of it, and that was Vennel’s queue to act. Just halting the pod mid descent was no longer an option, as the panel that controlled navigation had already fallen off it’s fixture, leaving the pod in free fall at this point. So, in preparation to ditch the craft, Vennel lifted her legs up towards the hatch door, and being sure to raise her power just enough, she kicked the hatch off the hinges. [Power Level Surge, Then Suppressed Again] The debris seemed to fly forward for a split second before flipping back wildly in the air above the pod, and Vennel pushed herself out of the craft. She didn’t want to alert the locals to her arrival any more than a plummeting saiyan attack ball would already do, so she didn’t use her ki, merely suppressing it as she fell toward the ground. Her body was on a crash course for the giant terrestrial body below her, and for a moment, she felt exhilarated. She’d not felt anything close to joy like this in a while, as it brought on memories of sacking backwater planets in her hay day. But those days were well behind her now, and surely the people of this planet were more powerful than they ought to be, if her theory was correct. But those were contemplations for another time. Straightening out her body, she attempted to jack knife towards the ground, in order to get there faster. As she neared the surface, she’d level out, and use just enough ki to control her descent so that she didn’t end up a saiyan pancake on the desert floor below. [Power Level Surge, Then Suppressed Again] As her boots finally made contact with the sandy ground, she heard her pod crashing into the ground several klicks away, as it surely wouldn’t be in any sort of salvageable state. “ Well, I guess there goes ol’ faithful. Now let’s get a good read on the area…” Raising a hand up to her scouter, she activated it and began to scan her horizon. According to it’s readings, there were large population centers in every which way, but only one that was likely the capital, or the most interesting location at the very least. It held the highest concentration of warriors, with many signals coming from all over, that was the most populated. “ Right, so, I’ll just steer clear of that area. Hopefully my little arrival hasn’t roused too much suspicion. But knowing my luck, it probably did.” It was at this moment, that she forgot her cloak aboard the ship, and she cursed to herself. Looking down, she could see her armor, in it’s varied state of disrepair. The right shoulder strap was nearly completely fallen off at this point, with chips, dents, and cracks littering the rest of her armor. The tights she wore had tears and rips aplenty, though all things considered, she didn’t care much about the state of her garb. Sure, her armor was the sign of a saiyan warrior, and she wasn’t quite ready to disregard that part of her life, but at the same time, she wasn’t sure what to do with it, and kept it for some reason she didn’t want to think about. But without her cloak, she would stick out like a sore thumb if anyone were to find her. A shame, but perhaps she’d get lucky and run into a merchant with suitable clothing, and who’d never heard of the Saiyan Solar Empire. Hah! That was a laugh. With little else to do, she trudged through the desert, heading for a cliff face in the distance, in hopes she might find refuge among the stoney outcropping, and perhaps find dinner along the way.
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Post by Plato on Feb 17, 2017 4:17:06 GMT
Plato eyes opened up as he got up from his meditation the noise of a saiyan space pod a degrading music to his ears. He remembered it over and over, When carva and Arias arrived their powers surging from the pods as they came to conquer the planet, a sense of fear tickled down his back, could they be here to finsh the job. The odd things was however, their was not a single powerlevel, just a pod rushing to the surface and crashing he looking over confused as he got to his feet. Perhaps whoever was inside had died, he really was not sure, though they could be hiding their ki? He had learned to do it a couple weeks ago, though seeing as the pod was a flaming Heep as the flew down he doubted that. It was good he checked, the Saiyan queen claimed peace but he doubted that, if she wanted the planet she had choice the worst time to send a warrior to fight and take this planet, he had become far stronger and even a super saiyan would not be a challenge at least a super saiyan like Arias, He knew he had surpassed that level mere months ago. It was strange to think, a year ago, he was still hiding on beppa in the shadow of the kashvarr. Then in a mere year he had become king, lost the title died and come back even more powerful. So much had happened yet it seemed to just one step, one small step towards a dangerous war. Xylo, Walker, the Queen and the Boy Etoru all powerful fighters that a safe konats may had to tangle with. "Why do i feel as if Konats seems to be the place everyone comes to gain some form of glory, first the saiyans, then Breech and his goons and now someone else is here wonder if it is for a fight or peace, i doubt it matters that pod seems to a hunk of rubble flying towards the ground." He shrugged his aura exploding around him, "Guess it is good to check, i don't need two wars, one with some outsider and the Damn Breech, plus if Alistair keeps up what he trying to do that might start something." He began to fly towards the rubble of the pod to see what was their. When he landed he saw a smoldering wreck of a space pod, with no way to figure out what type of pod it was, "Seems they really did die, guess i'll get the body." Plato shrugged walking over towards the pod rubble to see if he could find a body in the fiery wreck though he assumed whatever he would find at this point, was nothing but ash or charred remains at least. *Hope this is alright *
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Post by Alaistair on Feb 17, 2017 4:29:20 GMT
Several hours had gone by since the Devil's date with Denim. Things were, at least for him, cooling down when it came to fighting. Talking to people, working through information, and planning out the warpath were things Alaistair could get behind. Yet, it always required another body and another mind to work it out! Alaistair had the capacity to do that, but trying to work out the parts was always so clunky to him. It got him thinking on what was going on with Kizuki and Zerori, who've been deathly silent for much time now! Their silence had him wondering if they were even going to continue working with him anymore. Their continuance in the Afterlife had been bothersome, and when they had the chance to come out of that hole, they chose to remain! Alaistair, although he'd had a gallant time, needed to get himself some fresh air, outside the technological city and its blaring lights. Still in his black suit with matching pants and a white dress shirt unbuttoned with no tie over it, Alaistair departed! The Devil didn't bother to mention it to the resting demons inside. He sped out of the city, entering the desert area and letting the cool air brush through his heated body, with his long red tail flagging behind him. It was a good feeling! The stars above were quite bright, and even a shooting star could be seen in the black sky... Until it suddenly developed a rather large presence. It seemed to get rather larger, although at a distance! After that moment, when it was near the ground, it diminished greatly to practically nothing. "Strange... There was definitely someone there," Alaistair thought aloud. He rocketed towards the direction of the fall, quickly coming across smoke in the area, as well as debris from a ship of sorts scattered around the sand! Some of it had even been lodged into giant bones of a creature Alaistair couldn't recall the name of. Alaistair thought to himself, "Hmm... Must've been the last flicker of someone. Cannot seem to sense anymo-"Before Alaistair could finish the observation, the presence resurfaced itself, several miles away from it and low to the surface! The Devil whirled around, rushing off to it without a second thought. Who was this individual? It felt weak, yet it seemed like it could go so much higher! Was this a stroke of luck Alaistair was needing? The Devil muttered, "An ally's always good to have..! Lets see who they are."He approached a strange crater, with tracks trudged through the sand. Al slowed down tremendously, before descending down just above the tracks with his arms behind him and his tail dragging on the tippy top of the sand. Alaistair could soon see someone up ahead: A woman, clearly saiyan with the brown tail wrapped around her waist, whose clothing was in such distress that she may as well had been walking around with nothing but the broken armor upon her chest! She looked as though she'd been through hell, and the smell trailing behind her was foul, but none too wild compared to the scents Alaistair came across in HFIL. While he was still a good distance away, Alaistair called to the smelly woman, "Excuse me ma'am! Over here."( Vennel, sorry about the shortness of this!)
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Post by Vennel on Feb 17, 2017 5:32:50 GMT
It’d been a few moments, long enough that she thought she was in the clear. But her scouter began to alert her to approaching power levels that, unsurprisingly surpassed her own. There was a time she had thought herself truly capable of becoming a super saiyan. Ever since she was born, her power seemingly doubled at record speeds, until she had surpassed even the ministers. When she had struck them down and assumed the throne of Vegeta, she thought she had nearly achieved it. Her training intensified and she thought her power unrivaled. Then the first blow came. That wretch from earth. The worst part was, it expected to be treated as if it were a god. And no sooner had it left, did Zucceta arrive. Zucceta spent considerable time on planet dirt and then suddenly she was even stronger than Vennel. After they fought, the common rabble called them “super saiyans,” even though all they’d done was change their hair and spike their power. What nonsense. A super saiyan was born once every thousand years. And it was a peerless warrior, but not only did they have peers, there were others that far outclassed them. And as if to prove the point, here she was at what she thought to be the furthest reaches of the galaxy, and not just one, but two had arrived with power greater than her own. But even with her power suppressed, it seemed one had followed her, tracking her by some unknown means. Turning to face the voice that called out to her, the only one to have found her thus far, it was painfully clear that not only was this not another of those “super saiyans,” it was an alien of some sort. Sharply dressed by dirtling standards, but before she could mentally chastise the way it was dressed, she remembered the disrepair of her own garb. Still, she had some semblance of pride left in her, as her hand instinctively went for her hip and she cocked her head back to return the greeting. “ Save the courtesy, what do you want?” Her voice, while unfettered, betrayed the state of her. It came off hoarse and gravelly, a side effect of her diet, or lack there of. It was as if she was in a constant state of nearly dehydrated, made worse by the desert heat. Even though she noticed all this, she did not waver, perhaps because she was used to dealing with those stronger than her and never backing down- it was how she got to where she wanted to be most of the time. But even still, she would have preferred to go unnoticed and remain alone, but fate had different plans. She was, however, curious as to what this stranger wanted. If it was a fight, she would go down swinging. Otherwise, she would prefer to excuse herself altogether, and hope that his presence did not attract the other to their location. Though she knew better than to expect to avoid dealing with a cavalcade of nosey stranger. (You're all fine )
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Post by Alaistair on Feb 17, 2017 6:06:34 GMT
The woman turned around, and despite her harsh and weakened tone, she spoke with strength, requesting the courtesy be stepped aside. Alaistair smirked, landing on his feet and callously approached her, unafraid of her as he told her, "To help a stranger..."Plato's presence was at the area previous to where he was, to which the Devil relayed telepathically to him, "Over here Plato. There's a saiyan who knows how to keep her energy under check. She's clearly a saiyan and seems to be part of the SSE... Or perhaps formerly. I can take care of her if you wish, so you can focus on your own side of things.""Don't mind the man over there, by the way, Alaistair stated, pointing in the direction of the other presence, before outstretching his stroking hand a few feet before her, as he offered "He's a resident of this world and is quite loving of it. Me, I'm a man who's out here to relax a bit, but I'm also a man who offers that to people who're in need of it, such as yourself, and pleasure of tastes. Tell me, wouldn't it be nice to get some delightful food in your stomach? A bath, and some fresh clothes whilst your old outfit here is cleaned and repaired? I can provide it, if you'd like... AH! I forgot the most important part: Introduction!"The Devil bowed to the saiyaness, before looking up and with a sweetened tongue, "My name is Alaistair. Owner of the Cherry Valley Loft and currently a resident of this world! Your name, madam?"( Plato, Vennel, I'm thinking we go with this order here for the thread. Sound good?)
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Post by Plato on Feb 17, 2017 6:38:23 GMT
He heard talking he turning his head looking at Alistair and the woman he had never seen before. She was in torn battle armor of a saiyan warrior a saiyan tail wrapped around her waist. Plato turned his head reaching behind his back to grab his sword before he heard the telepathic call from Alistair, "No, we don't have to kill her i'm curious why she was is here, for all we know she is a good person, maybe a former member of the sse seems she was in a fight, can't say for sue but lets find out." He telepathically said back to Alistair. He walked forward seeing the woman from a closer view, she was gaunt, for whatever reason he didn't know why however, she probley would want to get something to eat and drink. "Yes I am Plato, I am a Knight of this planet i hope your stay can be pleasant." He bowed his head looking up at the woman, "Yes, now i don't mean to barge into your privacy but i'm curious why are you here, are you prehaps a member of the sse." He said calmly closing his eyes, he hoped they were not going to have to fight. Alistair seem to be kind enough, but he wanted to make sure if the world was being attacked or it was just a guest.
(Short post is short!)
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Post by Vennel on Feb 17, 2017 7:22:02 GMT
Great. Two was company, but three was a crowd. And she hated crowds, at least, these days. They tended to be either a huge annoyance, or an equally large inconvenience at best. But as far as crowds went, this was a small one. The two seemed to be coming at her with their own questions and “needs,” it was almost like back when she sat on the throne. All those people, coming to her to suss out their problems, was not what she signed up for but it was necessary at the time. But now, she was no queen, she was no one. And yet, here people were, offering her aid, and attention all the same. As if on queue, when the one named Alaistair mentioned food, despite her haughty exterior, her stomach roared to life, signalling just how hungry she was. It had been… wait, how long had it been since she ate? She knew she’d eaten in the past few days, but between the booze and isolation, she had trouble keeping track of time these days. Almost in defiance of her body’s natural reaction to the mention of food, she cocked an eyebrow up and her head to the side ever so subtly that implied a disdain for the offer. “ And I’m to believe such an offer comes without any designs of your own? You would not be the first to offer me succor, all of which typically come with attached strings.” Her words were punctuated by yet another growl coming from her gut. The subconscious thought of imminent food seemed to start a chain reaction of hunger in her that she had to actively fight back the urge to just agree and get something to eat. Surely she could find something in the wild and eat it herself. Not fine dining, but she was used to anything but. The low bow of the alien indicated he was offering her respect, as he gave his name. She examined his action, curious as to what his game was. Did he know who she was? Perhaps he wanted a former Queen to elevate his own status? It would not be the first time a male had approached her with intentions of ‘taming’ her. Still, he did seem more powerful than her and likely had little to gain from her assistance, or so she thought. But all the same, she was wary. His introduction left her unmoved, though she did respond, albeit curtly. “ Vennel.” It was then that the one calling himself Plato introduced himself, and his questions were a bit more direct and to the point. A quality she typically admired, though in her current state and mindset, not what she wanted from a stranger. Still, she wasn’t sure what to say. Yes, she was still technically registered with the Solar Empire, but she’d been gone for so long it was possible they’d removed her from their roster. It certainly wouldn’t be out of Zucceta’s character to have disavowed someone. At least, not the Saiyan she used to be. There’s no telling what happened since she went back to Dirt. But she did still hold love for the Saiyan people, even if they were misguided and needed firm leadership once more. “ It’s… complicated.”Her response, as her others, was short, though a bit elusive. She’d come here to avoid the Empire, and without knowing the ties or loyalties these two held, she didn’t want to risk a fight if it could be avoided. (No worries guys )
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Post by Alaistair on Feb 17, 2017 8:24:30 GMT
Plato was quick to responding to Alaistair, while also listening intently to the girl before Alaistair. She was wary of Alaistair's offer to assist, which the Devil understood. However, a flabbergasted expression showed, briefly, as he turned to looked at the arriving Plato. While Plato was asking the important questions, Alaistair was still looking at him, before turning to the saiyaness, who called herself Vennel!
To Plato's mind, he told him, "I made no mention of killing or anything... You need to choose your words better."
Aloud, Alaistair greeted Vennel acknowledgingly, his smile returned as well, "Good to meet you, Ms. Vennel! The way you're outfitted... Albeit in a bit of an exposing manner since your last battle, I imagine," he jested, waving a hand up and down as he did despite her not being exposed, "I would say you're a high ranking soldier for sure! Amongst those elites that are with the Queen, or perhaps formerly, I should say?"
The Devil slipped his arms out of the suit's jacket, as he honeyed, "Desert planets do get cold. If you'd not want to take up my worthwhile offer, at least this could offer you some comfort! However, one shouldn't ignore what their body needs."
When he was holding out the jacket, both of his hands were holding it up, with the black jacket being within her personal reach and just below her chest, due to Alaistair being at least 6 inches taller than her.
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Post by Plato on Feb 18, 2017 2:27:00 GMT
He grunted in annoyance when he heard Alistair Telepathic rebuff, he rolling his eyes. Just cause he made no mention of it did not mean he never thought it, he however keep all possible options on the table.He had no idea who this woman was, while Alistair seemed to trying to buddy buddy with anyone that could inflate his weakness. After all he had lost control of Xylo, he needed someone else to serve as some puppet, someone weaker then himself. Since Xylo betrayal at become weaker, at least in his eyes, no longer respect flared in the mans eyes, it was clear he was too weak to help him but for now they could remain allies he seemed to be little threat to konats at the very second. "Yes as Alistair said, you do look as if you came from battle, prehaps the peace treaty has fallen asunder, i have no idea the queen these days seems to be quite odd, claiming peace but sending 2 sse elites to my doorstep months ago, i hope your the clean up crew cause i assure you, their not much left to find." He said nodding at her, "Your answer is at the most a cover up and at worst you have no idea what your talking about, your in saiyan garb on a world who just fought the Sse couple months ago, so i'll ask agian and next time i want an answer, a truthful answer." He stepped back so if she did got an attack he'd away in order to defend himself, He assumed because of her low powerlevel she was not fully showing her powers, whether she'd be a threat he had no idea but he didn't want to take chances, it was always better to be more safe then sorry. "Are you part of the Sse or not, and don't lie i'll know." He said as flicker of a flame lit behind him as he waved his hand lighting the air and adding another source of heat. Would she crack or would he have to crack the information out of her with more distasteful ways. (Kinda short sorry ) @ Vennel
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Post by Vennel on Feb 18, 2017 5:51:03 GMT
What was this now? It seemed as though Alaistair was trying to butter her up by calling her an elite. Her face unconsciously twisted into a light gin at the mention of this, it was hard to not let ego padding go unappreciated. Though, she quickly noticed what she’d done and growled audibly in reply, almost as if to her own reaction more than anything else.
“You still never answered my question, by the way.”
Her eyes then darted towards the one referred to as Plato. She eyed him over. Her scouter reported his strength was well above what she could achieve without using that power. But then, he surely had some sort of transformation as everyone else in this damn galaxy apparently did, so she wrote that off as the loss that it was. But he seemed to be taking the most aggressive tone with her of the two, as if they were some sort of shitty good cop/bad cop routine. It was almost funny if not for the fact laughing would probably hurt more than anything in her current condition.
"Look, I don’t know anything you’re talking about. The Queen doesn’t just talk to anyone that walks up to her. I’m just low class trash trying to drink the rest of my life away in peace. I’ve no intention of starting trouble here, nor could I if I wanted to."
That last bit was hard for her to admit. She hadn’t ever audibly admitted her weakness until this point, and it sort of struck a chord with her. Someone that once sat atop the throne of the saiyans, now was a nobody hardly capable of defending herself from a couple of thugs giving her a rough time.
Her glare shifted to Alaistair once more as she extended her arm and snatched the jacket from his hands.
“If you explain your reasons for offering me aid, and I mean your real intentions, I’ll go with you. Just do me a favor and shut him up.”
As she said “him,” she exaggerated a nod of her head towards Plato, making certain that he saw and knew what she was doing. She knew well enough they could have a number of untoward things planned for her, but there was little she could do if they really wished to cause her harm (or worse), so resisting was futile, with them both as adamant as they were. So she resigned herself to play along for now. Perhaps the well dressed gentleman would come through on his promises, only time would show.
(y'all apologize too much, lol)
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Post by Alaistair on Feb 18, 2017 6:21:59 GMT
The smirk from Vennel explained more about her, when the complement was made, before growling and frowning at Alaistair. It was reason enough to assume she was, in fact, able to be placed of the former kind! She even took his jacket in hand, as she replied to Plato's line of questions. He brought his hands back, taking a step back to give her space. Vennel wanted answers, the truthful kind, from Alaistair too, and meanwhile wanted him to keep Plato quiet for a moment. "He does wish to protect this planet we're on, so if you're willing to explain yourself a bit after my reason of why, I'm sure we can manage a bit of silence," Alaistair retorted, brushing his hair back with on hand to make sure it's be behind his horns. He looked to Plato briefly, raising his eyebrows with a nudge to him to see if he'd be alright with that. Regardless, he returned to looking at Vennel, explaining, "I'm a man who's always seeking some good opportunity at hand, to help go towards my end goals. I was at a date discussing such things on this planet... Or I at least was. Frankly it's been a heavy night, one of which you can share with, I imagine!"Alaistair chittered a laugh out, before continuing, "After that, I needed to get out of the city for a moment, to cool off in the desert here and came across you, and Plato over there too! This is genuine assistance I am trying to lend. If it is beneficial or not doesn't matter."( Plato)
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Post by Plato on Feb 18, 2017 7:02:37 GMT
He nodded listening to Vennel Response to his questions before letting out a sigh, "So you’re not with the Queen that is good to here, perhaps you drunk away too much of your life perhaps you need a refresher, the universe is supposed to be at peace, the queen made some treaty with earth, even though she planted tree on two worlds, if you ask me the sse won on that bargain, however you probley heard it somewhere while roaming the bars getting some drinks." He said looking at the saiyaness, "Your welcome on Konats, if your here not to cause trouble then I’m going to take your word for it don't make me regret it." Plato turned towards Alistair, "I don't need anything explained, its loud and clear I’ve dealt with fiends and lairs before I was one myself, I know when one is telling the truth." He said back to Alistair with an annoyed glare. He however did remain silent to let Alistair say what he was going to say. He was of course annoyed that the woman seemed hell bent on keeping him locked on the lip, not like neither of them were going to stop him. If Alistair said he was the rightful king and he and to become king with the mindset that he should give no damns what his subject should feel, then perhaps he should apelly it all around like a happy Merry go round. Alistair was piping his horn trying to get another ally to follow him to the self-destruction that it would most likely lead too. It didn't matter if he added another Saiyans warrior, he could not defeat Xylo, and he could not defeat Vipoi, zucceta or walker. What was his grand plan? Would he overwhelm them with sheer numbers? No matter how massive, armies will crumble before the might of a godlike being. Perhaps find a fighter strong enough to defeat them but why would they serve Alistair if they came that close to galactic Conquest. He didn't understand Alistair, if he had some grand plan, gathering powerful fighters and step from the ashes of war to conquer, his throne would crumble when they returned. He didn't believe anymore it was just some desire to take over the universe, no...Most men would have fallen to their knees buckled under the gravity of the task. It was a simple in his mind, Alistair was more ancient then any being he'd meet he had to be around perhaps a time before all the powerful being existed where his strength was good enough but now he slowly fell into a void of weakness and fruitfulness kicking and screaming to burst forth and take what he seen as right over his ancient right but it'd never come. That was Plato's guess at least. Vennel
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Post by Vennel on Feb 18, 2017 7:40:33 GMT
An audible groan escaped Vennel’s lips as Plato continued talking. But he did seem keen to remain quiet after he’d said his piece. Though he seemed to make a few assumptions about her knowledge of things. In truth, she knew little of the actions of her people after her defeat. She lost herself in drunken woes as she took to isolation, ransacking supply caravans of alcohol meant for the city, and then disappearing into the wasteland of Vegeta. So she’d never really heard news, nor did she care for it if she were told. And while Alaistair seemed to be ernest in his intentions, she couldn’t shake the feeling that he wasn’t giving her the full truth, he seemed to have some reason to offer her aid. But she was far from in a position to refuse it, seeing as these two were some of the most powerful on the planet- they could just force her into submission if they really wanted it. Sighing, she replied to the sartorially minded man’s request for more information after his own. “ I believe I’ve told you my intentions here, to drink and be alone. It’s not much else than that. And if you’re as honest as you claim you are, I’ll take you up on your offer.” She locked eyes with Plato, and nodded, in response to what he said. She didn’t want to verbally confer her acknowledgement, or else he might speak again. Not that anything was particularly grating about his personality, save the aggression of it. She had little patience for threats when they remained empty. He would not likely attack her unprovoked if Alaistair were trying to aid her. Though, perhaps she was counting him as an ally too soon. Perhaps not. But, looking past the two towards the city they presumably came from, she looked back at the men and cocked her head back before trying to choke out another statement. “ So your establishment is in the city there? Perhaps we ought to get a move on towards there?” She pulled the jacket handed to her back, and slid her arms into the sleeves before pulling it up around her shoulders. It did indeed help keep a bit of the incoming chill out. Though, she was not much for the fashion of the piece, being a more traditionally minded saiyan and preferring their military attire. So the sooner her armor was repaired, the better. A wave of light headedness washed over her as if her body was telling her to rest, eat, drink, or… something. She wasn’t much good at figuring out what exactly she needed, perhaps it was all of them at once which is what made it so confusing. Either way, she hoped they could get a move on before the sun set over Konats. Alaistair
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Post by Alaistair on Feb 18, 2017 8:09:46 GMT
Plato came to an agreement, but not before dishing out a wave current events to her, and an accusation or two. The Konatsian was clearly deeming frustration as his stance in this. Meanwhile, as she finally put the jacket on, Vennel repeated that she'd been drinking her days away and was lacking information! The Devil pointed towards the capital city in the far distance when she asked about getting to the establishment. He told them, "It's in one of the low end areas of the capital, currently. I can ask one of my workers to whip up a dish or two for us when we get there. If we were to move there at your best, we could reach there in say five minutes..."Alaistair paused a moment, recognizing Vennel's weariness and charged, verbally, with concern, "Maybe more... You seem to be a bit more weak of health than you're playing on. Do you think you can make it there?""I believe there's no need for concern currently," Alaistair messaged Plato, maintain his gaze towards Vennel, "She looks like a beaten dog scouring the streets for food. What do you think?"( Plato)
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Post by Plato on Feb 18, 2017 20:44:14 GMT
The Konstian grunted, listening to the two talk, though he bit his tongue for the bit. She seemed to just want to get a drink and head into town. He walked forward looking at Alistair before telepathically called him, "A beaten dog who is corner is the most dangerous animal, even if she had 2 arms i'd still not take a single chance however, i'll let your judgement carry you through we do need allies afterall." He telepathically said to Alistair looking at the Saiyaness, hopefully she was not going to be lieing to his face. he would have to see .
(Short post is short.
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