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Post by Wyntre Cold on Nov 11, 2014 7:01:00 GMT
Well, this was happening. After a recent clashing with the new and improved Zperin, Wyntre had underwent heavy damage. Not anything time couldn't fix though. In fact, she wasn't feeling any worse than usual at all. Axis hadn't improved Zperin enough, that must be it. She didn't die, you see. Her not dying is an insult to Axis's not wanting to give her a challenge... she reminded herself she'd need to give him a good beating for that. She seemed to be in a desert, someplace. She had looked around quite a bit, and all she could see was a whole lot of sand. Sand here. Sand over there. And there. And no-one should ever forget the sand over there... the most interesting thing, really, was that small cactus over there. Such an interesting cactus. Oh, well. The heat didn't exactly help either. The hot, windy sand blew against her skin. Arcose is an ice-planet, you know. Early Arcosians that had evolved there where perfectly used to the sub-zero temperatures, so it may have been a small problem to be in a scorching desert.
But oh well! It's not as if it was going to kill her or anything. If anything, it was only a minor discomfort. But, for now, what was on her focus was going to civilization so she could slit a few throats and Death Beam a few hearts. Death. It was such a good word, death. Deathity Deathity Death Death Deathly Death of Deathity Death Death. It was just so good to say! Slowly, her feet gained independence from both the ground and the gravity, focusing on her flight as the cactus became just a small green speck in her vision. She ki blasted it into a septillion pieces, as you do.
She also saw a distant city, over on the horizon, which was good. Civilization! She slowly headed, with great speeds, at that direction. She had wondere-wait! What the hell is that? It was a blotch in her vision, a slightly different shade of yellow than the rest of the sand and appeared roughly three stories tall. Who makes a home here, of all places? Maybe it was a bomb shelter, she reasoned.
She descended from the air with slow ease, hoping to explain how this house had a horrible looking exterior color.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2014 20:58:27 GMT
How was his life like it the way it was now? Not onyl had he been injured a few days ago, but also Nai came back wounded. A small sigh escaped his lips as he looked towards the sky. It was already night time, it had been for a while. As the stars seemed to shine brightly. He figured that the time had to be around one am or something. It didn't really matter to him, as he had decided that some fresh air would be nice. The warm sand under his back, made the warm night air seem like nothing. Though it generally felt like nothing to him. His heavy cloak seemed to be wrapped around him as he loved the feeling of being pushed deeper into the sand than what he had been. 'You know, it's been a strange experience on this planet. Not only have I meet a sorty of people, I've meet a few saiyans now. Which I haven't killed up to this point. I've also spared a prey of mine... Though I suppose it could be used as a fear tactic as she arrives back at those Rejuvenation pods.'
Irith let a small laugh escape inside of his head, as she began to speak to him. 'You know, Maybe it's because you've finally found a quiet life that you're enjoying more than you want to admit it.' Emer let a small smile appear on his face. As he was alone he didn't care what they told him in his thoughts. 'I suppose it has been better than trying to force myself to fight through everything that came my way. I think I might prefer being a little relaxed at times. though I do believe that I need to find a way to keep it like this in the long run.... I remember that Mimikku seemed to be disturbed by me gaining back my memories.' Irith seemed to be quiet as she remembered that Alith had warned her by sending out those signals on impulse for her sister. She hadn't taken into the fact that Emer had developed a softer side now, and he wasn't just going to attack those two unprovoked. And he had no plans to till they stepped in his way.
Alith wanted to apologize for that but she was to embarrassed to talk to him at the moment. And Emer couldn't blame her she was just trying to protect her sister, but he hadn't let that fact be known to them. Emer thought for a moment, he needed to practice his own skills for a time being. He had been slacking on developing them further. A small breath of air escaped him as he began to focus on everything around him. Suddenly different aura's began to fill his mind as he was developing his advanced Ki sense a bit further. He could pinpoint someone's exact ki signature, and find where they had been. Though he barely felt that of Ninjin's who seemed to be staying for a bit over at his house. Mimikku seemed to be staying in the cave right now, as she seemed to be a bit afraid of him now. He found Nai laying within the coal room, it seemed that she had been asleep, as her Aura had been calm for now.
"I suppose I shouldn't expect any less, they had all been tired especially taking care of one another, and having fun..." His voice seemed to trail off about them having fun. What was so fun about trying to figure one another out? Not only that to try and question each of them about guys they like or something. He had seen them talking about different clothes and such and had been bored instantly by their unknown bickering around one another. He just couldn't see what was fun in that, but they had all ended up laughing at one another. Maybe some day he'll experience something like that, though right now all he could care about was getting stronger. Something about training had been fun for him. His thoughts though drifted back towards the first person he had meet in the desert before he made it to satan city. It was a young girl that had shown him a strange technique.
Though he wondered if she had survived the event, He dropped her off at the hospital and that had been the last he had seen of her. She spoke about pride just like the Saiyans had. And it had become irritating as she continued to hold on to that pride as they had fought. He had been a jack ass at the time, telling her that pride was a downfall. If she wanted to truly win, go into a fight expecting that you'd die in the end. And well, that if you fought for pride you had to be an idiot. At least to him it was a stupid notion to try and fight for something that didn't even exist in reality. "If you really need a reason to fight... You should find something that you can hold... Something that you need." He was just talking aloud to himself as he thought of his own reason. Though his was more than one thing to hold onto. It was his race, they had been what was keeping him going. Suddenly he felt a presence near by that he hasn't felt before. Keeping his own power level down, he awaited the approach of the strange Ki signature.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Nov 12, 2014 9:20:44 GMT
Oh, she may as well close her eyes. It was that ugly. She'd rather not know where she was going then looking at that stupidly-colored thingy-ma-jingy. Now that she actually bothered to have a good look, she noticed it looked quite a lot like the Parthenon, or perhaps the White House. Only yellow. YELLOW! I mean, this was a great feat of construction, an artifact of humanity! And it's yellow! Look around. It's a desert. Yellow everywhere. Yellow and yellow don't go together too well. White and purple, though? That's the formula for success. Or if it has 'Death' somewhere in it's name, that immediately makes it more powerful.
But oh well. She dropped onto a brick(?) surface and came to a door. Guess what? It was yellow. Oh, whoever made this was in for a beating, that was for sure! Oh well. She knocked on the door, however... the door broke into four pieces and flew indoors with tremendous force. She wasn't even in True Form. Oh well. Even if she had said this to herself, she said the following; "Oh, uh, sorry about the door."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2014 18:31:12 GMT
Before he could even react, it seemed that the strange being had decided to land near his house. At first it seemed to be a bit harmless, as what he sensed was lower than Mimikku, but then with a slight flick of the creatures wrist it broke down his door. A small sigh,and grunt could be heard to the right of the Arcosian as a man seemed to slowly climb out from under the sand. His cloak was slowly came up along with him. As sand began to fall off of it. Soon, a being that seemed to stand at seven feet tall stood beside her. The black cloak seemed to shimmer in the night sky, as his blood red eyes looked out at her from the darkness. She spoke about being sorry of his door, but he knew by the tone of her voice she hadn't meant what she had done. His voice seemed to be cold and distant as he spoke to her. "You know... for an Arcosian to come knocking on my door, and then breaking it's pretty rude. I thought the last Arcosian I met would let them know since he was their ambassador that I don't really enjoy rude visitors."
When she turned to look at him, she'd only see one arm on the man, and scars covering his body from face to toe. His body was like a map with the bright white sinewy tissue making roads from each scar. His other arm had been destroyed by a being not to long ago. And it had been a painful experience for himself. The man walked over to what was left of his door, and began to pick up the pieces that had broken off. It was surprising she had been able to do that much. As they had been reinforced, and where about three foot thick. As he didn't need the desert storms blowing them up when they picked up. "So... why are you here destroying my property...?" His heavy weights had been suppressing his power level, but as it was it only did so by twenty percent. Or so he had been told when one man was using a scouter to try and figure out his power level not to long ago.
He forgot what that number had been at the time, but right now he was stronger than when he had fought the other Arcosian, he knew of their strength, and knew that beyond their suppressed form, they had something truly terrifying to ones eyes. But to him, he Ki signature seemed to be lower than anyone he knew at the moment. And yet the way she was acting, made him believe she either had a serious illness within her head. Or that she saw herself as a very important person. Though a question that had struck him as strange as well. "And, why would a changeling be here in the desert, as you guys naturally prefer the cold. The hot sand and humid air should be a serious turn off for you." His manner of speaking was like a saiyan, using the derogative term for the Arcosian race. It was blunt and sometimes on the rude side when speaking. He was shaped by them, so it had been understandable to the others. But he had just meet this one.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Nov 14, 2014 8:29:48 GMT
Wyntre had always enjoyed a challenge. So, when the man on the other side of the door turned out to be a man on the other side of the door, she was quite happy. Even more so, though, when she looked at his Power Level. It was quite very very high, the highest she had ever seen. The scouter almost blew, even though all of the technology that was in it to stop that was working.
For a second, she was scared of the looming figure with eyes of red. But then her Arcosian genetics kicked in. They said something along the lines of 'You're the best. Undefeatable. You are the strongest being in the universe, this guy is merely an obstacle!'.
And maybe that was true. Her rational side, the larger side in any case, handled this matter with skepticism, even suggesting backing off. Backing off. Backing off. BACKING OFF? Arcosians don't back off! They rule! While a battle raged on inside her head, a part of it noticed the man was speaking. "Look, I am sorry about the door. I'll pay for the replacement, if you really want."
As long as it was cheap, that is. Maybe. The figure was quite tall, too. He was a building of power, in an yellow house in a yellow dessert. He'd have to answer to that one. She ignored it when he had called her a 'changeling', too. She'd give him a chance to make up for it. "Yes, I had been in a fight with a bio-android, Zperin. I do hate the heat, but I woke up here and hadn't seen any civilization around, until I saw a building, this one. I am Wyntre, Princess of Arcose. Pleased to meet you, Mr.?"
Her voice was very confident, even in facing such a powerful stranger. But she wasn't exactly disrespectful, in fact, she acted much like you'd think a human non-Disney-esque princess would. She looked around at the area of inside behind him, expecting him to give a bow, kiss her hand or something of the sort, before she remembered. "Question: Why do you have a yellow building... in a desert?"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2014 17:06:54 GMT
This time it seemed the girl was being serious about his door that she had just broken. She spoke about replacing the thing if he wished. Looking down towards her, his dark red eyes seemed to stare out at her from underneath his cloak. "I would not ask you to replace this. As if you truly did not mean it, I don't expect you to pay the two thousand zeni to replace the door." He said picking up the last of the pieces. Inside of the house seemed to vary in the color. The interior was definitely a nicer color than the outside. The floors being made from a dark cherrywood, it gave the floor a dark mild purple look to it. The walls where made of a stained Maple wood, giving it a lighter shade of purple, with almost a tint of red towards it. Though the girl continued speaking to him at the outside of the broken door.
It seemed she was talking about a bio android that she had walked into... He had never heard that term before, what in the hell was a bio android? Dismissing the idea he caught the name of whatever she had fought before then. And how she had woken up in the middle of no where after such a thing. And to regard even in the heat of the desert. He knew Acrosian didn't care for heat at all, in fact he could swear it made them more irritable, and they seemed to tire quickly while being somewhere extremely warm. She introduced herself as the Princess of Arcose. Starring down at the small being, now it made since why she thought it was ok to break a door, and continue to speak with such confidence. "Well isn't that perfect, there's two more princesses in this house. One of them being a Princess of her planet Appodorra... And then you have the other one, who's father was a nobleman on that of vegeta."
And yet, this man spoke as rude as he did even with two important figures living here. Wait living there with him? That would throw people for a loop right there. "Now, before I continue anything else, I suggest you come inside, un less you're starting to like the heat. I don't believe it's comfortable out there for you, and Nai would gladly let you stay here, as she has no quarrels with providing a bed for the night, so I'll adopt her ways and welcome you here." He said mentioning a different name. Though she seemed to want his name, when he thought about the question she had asked. "My name is Emer, don't bother putting a the Mister in front of it. Just either call me Emer Currat, Emer, or Curra." He said walking into the house. He could hear her asking about why the outside color of the mansion.
"The reason for the building being the same color on the outside, is so that travelers don't spot it so easy. They'll believe they are seeing a mirage. But if they come close enough, then I'll gladly house them, and let them rest here for a little bit." The smile on his face was cold and twisted, as he had purposely did this to destroy peoples hopes that had been walking in the heat for a long time to get out here. Either he was pretty smart about putting his house in such a location, or he truly liked to watch the humans and saiyans suffer that lived on this planet.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Nov 16, 2014 3:09:29 GMT
Sometimes, the people you'd normally murder in a frenzy of death can be allies. Wyntre hoped this was one of those times, considering the many high Power Levels around. This place must have been pretty special with so many high signatures... oh well. Maybe it was best not to burst out in a flame of death and fury and kill everybody. Maybe. It was always fun, though... the figure said she didn't have to pay for the door, which was good, since she wasn't going to anyway.
And then she heard him talk about two other princesses. At first, it took extreme willpower to not say how those others where pathetic low-lives of minor civilizations, and not the grand perfection of the Planet Trade Organization... all that he could see would be an immense battle of willpower and a sense of superiority. After all, saying such a thing would be rude, and she's a guest... -ish.
Then he explained the yellow colour. It still seemed very stupid, but extremely powerful alien Princesses can't be choosers. "Well, uh, thank you, Emer."
She stepped inside slowly, people showing acts of kindness a foreign concept to Wyntre. She looked inside, and all she could think is that it was a whole lot better then the outside.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 16, 2014 6:58:06 GMT
Emer stood there as the girl seemed to walk in behind him. Turning around he could see that she had been debating something at the moment, as her eyes seemed to be focused onto nothing in the room, not even himself. The glassy look she had, looked as if she had been looking through him. Nodding slightly towards the smaller girl. "Don't thank me, it's Nai that you should thank. As she currently owns my contract, and through her wishes, I will continue to do as she ask. If I am to greet people kindly, and not attack till I know them, then I will od just that. I will wait for them to make the first move, and try to be as polite as I can." His voice was cold on this fact, he didn't like speaking about his contract, but he had to let her know that he wasn't the one to thank about letting her in.
Without saying much more, the male turned around and began to walk away from the small Acrosian. She was free to explore the house as much as she wished, he wasn't going to stand around for much longer. Opening a giant white door, he walked into his own room. The bedding inside was a pure black and red. Reaching up Emer removed his cloak, it fell to the floor with a solid thud. Starring at himself in the mirror, his bandages had been freshly removed. His body was covered in scars, and there was new ones added on top of the older ones. His hair was changing colors in the light like normal as he looked at the reflection. He looked strange her had to admit, as he hadn't taken into consideration of what he looked like in a long time. His hair had become chopy, and had looked as if he had been neglecting taking care of it, as it was getting a bit long now.
Turning his attention to the back of the room, he walked towards the black doors selecting a button, it flew open to reveal his shower room. Taking his remaining clothes off he placed them into a black basket at the door and walked in. Selecting a few options the bathroom soon filled with steam as the water was set to be a lot higher than a normal person could stand. His body began to tingle and grow a tad bit numb. But soon it faded away as he adjusted to the heat. Reaching down he selected the Massage button as the water went out in different jets and multiples. Eventually he turned the water down to a near freezing temperature, being almost at freezing point he turned it into a waterfall setting. The water stopped and formed into a flowing river dropping form cieling to the floor.
Taking a step forward, the Kagami immersed himself into the water, letting it run along his body, making the muscles tighten back up, but in a good way. As it would allow him to be more on edge, and give him a greater reaction time, as if they had been thrown through an excercise and then cooled down.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Nov 18, 2014 9:19:13 GMT
"Oh, sure, leave me here. It's not as if I'll snoop around, gather your secrets and steal everything you own!"
Well, it wasn't as if she'd actually do that. Of-course she wouldn't do that! Well, maybe a bit. She watched on as Emer went into a room, and, well, take a shower she presumed. That left her to go around. For a second, she had considered blowing everything up, which was always fun, but there may both a better way and, even better, one that won't involve death, namely hers.
Oh well. She back-flipped about for a few seconds before accidentally knocking into a fridge and falling down. For a second, she asked herself how that fridge had gotten there, but then she scolded herself for taking such a big fuss over a fridge. Well, at lease it wasn't a Cooler or Frieza (punpunpunpunpun). She looked about for a little while, taking in the surroundings before opening the fridge and stealing some chocolate from it, stuffing up the evidence with yummy delight. She hoped Emer won't mind. Meh.
((I hope making a fridge be there doesn't count as god-modding, sorry.))
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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2014 6:15:40 GMT
Emer sat there in the shower for a little while. thinking to hismelf, he didn't take into consideration he had a complete stranger in his house. Though he was sure that everyone inside of this place could handle themselves. It still wasn't right just to let others wander alone. They may come across someone that they really wouldn't care to meet. And it would in a bad confrontation... And probably a giant repair bill. Reaching down he turned the water off, as the waterfall stopped. Emer looked up towards the ceiling letting a small sigh escape his lips. "Just what have you gotten yourself into Emer... Everyone around here seems to be against ya, and you know that... But you've allowed them into your own home. Ninjin and Mimikku will be attempting to stop you... And there's nothing you can do to change their minds. And then to top it off, nothing can persuade you..."
Suddenly he heard a crash come from the main room. A irritable sigh seemed to escape him as he pulled a towel around him and dried off any water that remained on him. He left his hair wet, as it kept it from glowing multiple colors in the light. Pulling his pants on, Emer headed back out the door. As he walked into the main room, he caught the acrosian in his fridge. It seemed she was letting herself in to the food he had stored. He did say she could do what she wanted, but it seemed she was stocking up on the sweet's in there. Particularly the caramel filled chocolate that nai seemed to enjoy the most. "It seems that you're enjoying the sweets, just make sure you don't get sick for eating so much of it." He said standing against the wall watching her.
If she turned to look at him from her current situation, she would see him without his cloak on. He had bright white hair, that seemed to be damp in the light. His body was covered in scars all the way down. He had one arm, the other a small stump. His hand seemed to be covered in scars as well and callus. Anywhere you looked on Emer's body you couldn't find one place without scars, besides for the right side of his chest. Right around a small circle like area. Most didn't know that the small clear area had been where his heart was. As he had been born with his heart on his right side. "Anyway, what brings you here? I know a princess doesn't come to a planet on her own without a reason. If you're in need of friends Nai or Ninjin is your best bet. For me, I'll probably die soon... So I wouldn't suggest me as your friend."
He said yawning a bit. He had accepted death so easily it seemed, and he didn't care what someone thought about it. "Cause, I'll be going to take over something soon... and it could mean my death after all." He said talking to himself mostly, but he wasn't doing so in his head. As he was speaking aloud.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Nov 21, 2014 6:25:33 GMT
It was quite good chocolate, really. It's not the kind they'd give the members of Arcosian royalty at the special dinners, but at least it was quite good. That's good enough. For now. After realising that she had already eaten the chocolate, she almost quite literally jumped inside the fridge in search of more chocolate before finding another. It was a well known fact that an Arcosian can survive on a piece of bread for a few years. But, when evolving, Evolution had never known that commercial chocolate would exist... not that, nor that they'd ever take over the majority of the galaxy. And then, was a voice. It had talked, as voices do, and soon she had found it was about the chocolate that- wait, never mind. She already ate it. "Don't worry, we're immune to just about everything."
What, two packets of chocolate gone in less than half a minute? That's a disgrace! Oh, never mind. "And, as for why I'm here, I came here once and wasn't bothered to leave. And, as for your lovely speech, you surely won't die with a Power Level like that. You may just stand a chance against my True Form... well, please elaborate."
Ooh, more chocolate!
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Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2014 20:12:26 GMT
Emer stood there as the girl seemed to continue going through the fridge looking for the sweets. She spoke about how the Arcosians had been immune to most things. But what he was referring to wasn't anything dangerous but the fact that she would start feeling sick after a while. Though he didn't say anymore on the matter, Emer just good there before standing up straight stretching. She spoke about him being on par with her true form a small smile appeared on the man's face. "I'm sorry to say, but you're true form would falter against me..." He said looking at her seriously. He knew that dismissing an arcosian true form was the ultimate insult, as they took great pride in that form. But he had a right to be the way he was, his true power wasn't revealed yet, upon suppressing his own ki, and the weights upon him had pushed it down further. Though right now he wasn't wearing his weights. So his power level was a bit higher now. "As it is though... I probably will die... There's a certain man, that makes my power now, look as if mere childs play... I'll need to get stronger if I wish to even have a chance at escaping."
Emer didn't talk about beating this man, but the fact of just escaping him when the time came. Emer knew for a fact, that Oniusk was to powerful to fight head to head. He would have to bide his time until he could even be withing fifty percent of the older saiyan. "My luck though, is that he dropped dead in one of his missions than I won't have to worry about him... Though the main problem is that saiyan transformation... Some of them possess a giant form that is similar to a monkey. That thing gives me a hard time... They'll probably be my biggest obstacle." He said remembering during one of his missions, that twins had turned into a pair of giant monkeys going on a rampage. All he could do was sit there and watch what they had going on. It was interesting to say the least, but at the same time they had become wild. Even when no more enemies where present, they turned on their own men.
"But, as it is... You haven't been turned away yet huh? Or bothered to leave. I believe that is because you've either forced your way through, that or you're just under the radar right now. And no one knows that their so called princess is here on earth." Emer's eyes seemed to become serious now. As they starred at the girl, knowing that most humans still harbored a distrust towards this particular race, as well as that of saiyans. Each of them had their own stories about the Arcosians, and well, the saiyans had once been slaves to the Arcosians, just like his people where now slaves to the saiyans.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Nov 24, 2014 5:35:54 GMT
Wyntre had always enjoyed chocolates. Yes, her foreign digestive and taste system didn't work quite as well on our types of food, and thus chocolate tasted rather like a musk stick inside grilled fish with sorbet pudding. Wyntre wasn't even paying attention to the man, or probable alien, whose house she had crashed (in one regard, quite literally). Although, in reality, the allure to chocolate in Arcosians is not the wonderment of sorbet pudding and musky-fish, nor the delicious texture, but rather the kick.
You see, chocolate has a chemical called Theobromine (means 'Food of the Gods') that is very similar to the chemical the brain uses to tell humans, and Saiyans because they are genetically similar, to get to sleep. Theobromine goes up to the brain and takes up the spot where the chemicals go, making you not fall asleep. However, the brain of an Arcosian works quite differently. Theobromine has no special purpose in the brain except to cause extreme calmness. This is probably the reason she was being so passive.
But it can only do so much. The little runt! None surpasses her True Form! So much for theobromine! "You dare? I am soon to receive the majority of the universe! I am the most powerful in it! The scum you claim to be more powerful than you is what I crush underfoot! A mere Saiyan? Bah! This ensures it, I am so blowing them up."
She wasn't in an aggressive stance, as one would think. The theobromine had to do something. Now, she was scavenging the fridge and Frieza (:3) for any foods with theobromine... before eventually going through everywhere. Her tail slipped out a napkin as she, with her tail, cleaned her slightly-dirty mouth. "You could try destroying the planet, that helps. Or get rid of the moon, I think they need a moon or something. You know, I once fought a, uh, wat-ser-name, Ozara? Ozura? Ozaru? Oozra? Oozaru, something like that. Just chop off the tail, that helps. "Oh, I think you'd many I am known to be here, just not by humans. Have you seen the news? A dozen major transnational companies and organizations have been put under puppet control by a mysterious 'W' figure. That is I. That is me? That is I."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 25, 2014 6:55:27 GMT
Emer sat there for a moment, as the Arcosian seemed to continue going through his fridge looking for things. She seemed to talk about saiyans being scum, and how she crushed them under her feet. And how she would soon have a portion of the galaxy to herself. A small growl seemed to escape Emer as he went towards the Arcosian and grabbed a hold of her tail. If he was allowed to, he would then turn quickly throwing her outside of the house. Since the kitchen was literally straight shot down away from the front. She had already broken his front door so he didn't have to worry about her crashing through it. Though she would skid across the ground quiet a bit as he threw with all his might. The tall male began to step outside of the house after her. His speed was a surprising one. Though what happened next would be sure to scare most out of their mind. His weights dropped to the ground, as his Ki signature rose to it's max as he looked at her.
She could probably tell with her scouter, that the male had indeed been beyond that of her own power level even within true form. "You claim to crush them under your foot at all times. You treat them as a lower being already, even when you haven't had to fight the ones I have. If you can crush them so easily woman... Than do so with me. Show me this strength that you boast." His power continued to rise till it stopped at it's peak. He hadn't activated Irith's blessing just yet. But he was letting her see the fact that she wasn't as strong as she once believed. "And if you can force me to, I'll show you the true power in which I possess." His hand seemed to be clenched into a fist as he held it at his side. Alith and Irith where trying to suppress his anger, though he hated the saiyans. He wouldn't let them be talked about badly, as they had taken his race out easily. So to call them weak, was essentially calling him weak.
'Emer calm down, she was just offering to help you with destroying them. I don't think it would be a bad idea, for taking her up on her offer. It would give you an ally, you have barely any of them to help you. Adding her to your cause, would definitely help in your quest.' Emer remained quiet as he sat there looking at the girl. He wanted to prove to her, that not everything was as peachy as she believed. If she wished to try and prove her own strength to him she could. "WELL PRINCESS? You want to try your luck, to one that was dominated by those so called scum, what would that make me? Lower than them? Something you could flick away with your tail if you so choose? Then prove that you can crush them under your feet. If you can't do that... Then you are worse than the scum just like me."
A small growl came from the male. "I do not care for what you own, or what the news talks about. Politics are nothing but a game. Something to keep the humans at bay, just to control them. If it wasn't for their trade for other races, and how much they provided for others, they would be subjected to being imprisoned themselves like all those that where weak."
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Nov 26, 2014 6:16:21 GMT
Wyntre was happily scoffing her face with chocolate, but... Emer had, or possibly had not had, grabbed her by the tail and threw her literally out the door. She hit the floor and tumbled a while, hitting a statuette on a column and nearly made it fall off. A single line of thin blood escaped her. Drat, she thought, he was just lucky she was in this form. She listened to his speech, his mad ravings and deprived ramblings, that of a madman. Well, of course. Only a mad-man would defy her. It may seem hard to believe, but a little over a quarter of the few thousand planets Wyntre owns, their people follow her by will. She does not threaten them to say this, oh no. As you may know, Wyntre has a cult. What you may not know is that it is not only on Earth, but rather all across the galaxy. What I am trying to say, though, is they where, and this even surprises Wyntre, happier with her than without. Slowly, she got up from off the ground. "You know, mister aggressive, it's people like you that make the unjust wars start. Normally when a person comes knocking in the door for shelter, then you let them in. You got this one. Then, if they break something and offer to pay for it? Then you reject. However, leaving them to cause ruckus before attacking them? Whatever happened to the Rules of Xenia?"She turned to the side, but still facing the man, Emer, if you could even give him the honor of being called so. "And here I thought people where supposed to be nice to each other."Smirking slightly, she took a tense pose and her skin appeared white. A bright aura of white flashed outwards with many sparks of purple electricity dancing across her body, but eventually fading, revealing a different form. It was very pale, 'pitch white', if you will. The shape itself was very quite similar in shape and height to the last one. Scattered across her body, as well, where purple bio-gems as the biological community knows them by. "Behold. Now, I will give you one chance to end this diplomatically. And, in the event where you don't, what would Nai think?"
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