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Post by Majin Presto on Mar 1, 2017 22:57:43 GMT
She stood in an open field of grass, she does not remember how she got here, but alas here she stood. For miles upon miles there were only mountains and more blades of grass cutting the air. One of her eyes held a stream of water running down it, as she looked off into the distance. She wondered why...why was the sky still blue? why did the sun still shine? the grains of grass...they were oh so green still, the clouds weren't dark nor stormy, not a drop of rain dropped from the sky...why? why did the world seem like anything actually mattered? "None of it matters..." Presto spoke with a tremble in her voice, her knee's began to feel like sticks trying to balance on steel orbs. "Why does it all look so peaceful...when my life is like this...?" Even if some could argue that Presto's life wasn't nearly as bad as it COULD be...Presto was always selfish one way or the other, a strange selfishness indeed. She would made friends, and in a way, in Presto's eyes these friends were "her property" something others would be allowed to harm or take more importance from herself, if these friends were to go away too early she would abandon those memories and start a new...but...the places they held in her heart...it was too heavy, abandoning them became impossible, and so forgetting them became impossible..how many were left? Walker...the most recent death, her father figure, her guide....he was gone... Arias...Walker told Presto not to beat herself up over that woman...that... saiyan Woman...that entire race...nothing but pain could be born from their existence, the SSE was still a massive thorn...no...a cactus that had sat on Presto and it didn't seem to have any intention of moving itself. Tomoyo...another one gone, was she foolish to think taking care of a child would be so easy? or to create such a bond in such a short time, whether he died or not it was too quick and her own fault... Shemha...she was still here, Presto could feel her energy she WAS alive...the majin she sought to be her sister...her sibling...family. Pieter...alive, he was supposed to be her relief of the pain she had endured...but then Walkers Energy faded... Many of them were still alive and kicking...but for how long...? how long until they abandoned Presto before she go the chance to even think about it? Despair engulfed Presto, losing friends became a bad habit and she didn't see it stopping any time soon. She bit her lower lip and gripped her fist tightly. .... "Why..Why does everyone hate me...?" In the end Presto didn't have enough...or maybe any good will to keep away the one inner self of hers from taking over...Steam shot from out of Presto, she was covered in a burning hot cloud of steam, unable to be seen from from any eye...
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Post by Shemha on Mar 3, 2017 14:50:26 GMT
Thread PL – 3,375,885/4,276,121
Current PL – 50,000(suppressed)
She was back on Earth.
The last time she visited the blue planet it was under the guise of exploration in order to mask her allegiance to the SSE. This trip would be no different. As far as Shemha knew, tensions still remained high here and to reveal her affiliation might bring down unnecessary attention. With no one caring or aware of her presence here she could operate freely. Only those she came to trust and even then she was selective, would know where her loyalties lied. The Majin she sought might very well be counted among the trusted, but she was unsure how her pink friend would respond to the changes she had undergone as well as the individual that served as their catalyst.
Outside her ship, one that would soon be blasting off again, she reached out with her senses. There, in the distance she felt the other Majin. From what she could tell the girl was alone and far from civilization, a detail that might be beneficiary.
”Remain here Meridia. This is something I must attend to.” She remarked with a quick glance to the demon that had begun to lift into the air as well. A roll of the girl’s eyes preceded a small nod as she turned towards The Enigma. Shemha took to the air, aura bursting to life as she flew towards the remote location.
Before long she crested one of Earth’s majestic mountains and there in the field below was a cloud of steam. Majin Presto, what was she doing so far out here? The question remained in Shemha’s mind as she drew close, but there was a more pressing matter. How would Presto respond to the Majin’s new appearance? In the past she might have approached with more care or perhaps even disguised herself through shape shifting yet after the absorption of Walker she preferred to handle things more bluntly. For that reason she remained as she was. There was nothing to hide.
”Presto, are you alright?” Asked Shemha as her feet finally set down on the grass. Her tone was as polite as ever, even a hint of true friendship allowed to mix with her tone. The addition was subtle, but one rarely given to others save those Shemha enjoyed the company of.
Whether her pink counterpart looked upon Shemha as she approached or after she landed, the changes in the Majin’s form were obvious and to Presto likely familiar. She still sported the long tentacle that made up her hair, but alongside it others curled up into horns similar to what Walker had possessed. Now over six foot she stood closer to the tree creatures towering height, the glow in her eyes another trait she acquired. Lastly and most telling was the tunic she wore, nearly identical in design to what the bio android wore when she took his essence into her own. Shemha knew Presto was close with Walker and understood how Majin absorption worked. The question was, how would she react to this exact mixture of the two?
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Post by Pieter Wolfbane on Mar 4, 2017 4:17:51 GMT
(Thread PL: 169,654) (Current PL: As stated in thread PL) A couple days had passed since Pieter had his strange reunion with the majin girl, Presto. He was, inherently, still confused to what happened out in the desert with her. Yet, at the end of that, Pieter at least came to the conclusion he messed up back at the Jingle Village, and the Hunter had to be much more careful from now on! That, and also staying out in the desert sun for too long. He had been applying some strong skin ointments from all over Fukurou Forest. The swelling of his skin had been going down, but the day prior made him appear like a mountain looking just ready to burst with lava, the red magma shoving the cold rock above it and making it bright orange! Pieter'd been relaxing in Fukurou, and having to deal with his older brother, and his wife, mocking him playfully at what happened with him! However, the bombardment of statements had Pieter deciding to go out for a walk, which led to Waputhi telling him to not become anymore like the Great Fire Salamanders. The younger brother grumbled with the bellowing of Waputhi's distant laughter being prominent. "Damn giant buffoon brother, insulting me for," Pieter grumbled, his words becoming quiet and inconsistent. As he did, nearly tripping over some roots back to back, which led to himself cursing at his lack of his immediate surroundings! His senses told him something was going on with Presto on the opposite side of the Pangea, but he was annoyed at himself. Another, a much weaker presence, approached Presto's location, too. Pieter huffed, sucking his lips inward as he stared off to the direction of Presto' energy, as well as this other person. Something wasn't right... The hunter, without much thought, rocketed towards the two, creating a small gust passing through the trees! The Western Capital's Gulf rushed beneath him in mere seconds, with the a glimpse of the distant great city as a dot in the distance. He blew by ships, whose pilots were startled by the flying man, before muttering about a day of people not flying like Pieter! The hunter would find himself above some vast plains encircled by the great mountains of Paozu. He could see and feel the energy from Presto nearby with another person, who was standing in clear view. Another Majin girl too that, strangely, had weird antlers extending from her head. Pieter approached her and the cloud of steam he sensed Presto inside. "Hey, what's going on here," Pieter called out, coming to a landing on the plains within viewing of Presto and the other. His upper torso appeared to have red patches on it, with his face too having the patches! It was clear he'd been recovering from sun burning. His brown eyes could see the outline of Presto in the middle of the cloud. From what he knew, whenever a Majin got emotional, particularly with their anger, they exhumed hot steam from the pores of their bubble-gum body. He directed his attention to the other girl, whom he could now tell was a few inches taller than he with those antlers, asking her, "Who are you? What are you doing here?"( Celmaru Waterfield, come on down!) |
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Mar 4, 2017 7:37:31 GMT
An evident influx of Ki caught a specific hybrid's attention. Once again, it appears that an eccentric Majin was committing some act or another. The hybrid "warrior" Celmaru Waterfield glared at the distant wall within his home. The Ki, seemingly miles away, was under the impression of being just a wall away to another. A thick novel was slapped shut. The floorboards creaked, the chair beneath the hybrid squeaked. "Majin Presto. God dammit."The hybrid tossed the novel aside, a soft thump audible beside him. Other powers were accumulating nearby. What the hell was she doing? A furrowed brow contorted the hybrid's facial features. Teeth jammed together in a stubborn grit. Yet, lips remained sealed. The home was soon abandoned, Celmaru taking his leave; not without a note, however.  It would be mere moments before the hybrid would arrive among the other two. A cloud of steam billowed outwards near them; concealing the Majin Presto. With an unintentionally thunderous thud, Celmaru landed with his arms folded. The hybrid's gaze was fixated upon the mass of steam, initially ignoring the other Majin; even the toned Indian man. Rising to stand upright, the second hybrid took several cautious steps. Despite having little a clue regarding the sentient bubblegum and their methods, it was clear enough that Presto was dangerous enough with her talents. Celmaru's gaze zipped across Pieter's visage for a moment, practically glaring at them briefly. Quite chiseled; likely some outdoors-man, given his attire and distinct lack of a shirt. The other, vastly larger Majin appeared almost...familiar. The horns, the uniform...the glow of her eyes? There was something. Regardless, the conglomeration of pink steam practically licked at Celmaru's nose as he contemplated stepping within its boundaries.
"..."
"...So perhaps...you noticed it, too. Just a short while ago."The death of the Wild Hunt's leader was fairly recent. Be it that or something else, the hybrid wouldn't truly bother prying about it; he had enough issues piling up. However, it was unfortunate for Walker to face such a fate once again. Yet, the hybrid was sure that he'd return, just as he did so before. As suddenly as his arrival, Celmaru's aura burst into existence; erupting in a pearly white pseudo-flame. Intending to force the cloudy mass away from Presto, the hybrid hoped to assess this just a bit thoroughly, albeit swiftly. A telepathic message was sent to the hidden Majin. 'If you need to grieve, I recommend you do so somewhere inside. It still gets a bit chilly outside.'
Celmaru has dropped on in. Thread PL: 350,050! Trained Potential activated to send out a burst to dispel the steam! TP PL: 1,400,200! Majin Presto |
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Post by Majin Presto on Mar 9, 2017 21:30:03 GMT
Just as Presto had been unaware of it, the faint signal she sent out had beckoned three, Shemha, Pieter and Celmaru. Within the bubbly hot clouds of her own steam she felt one get closer and the steam only got hotter they did, yet they pierced through it with their bare strength...Celmaru.
He'd be the first to see Presto in her current state, the woman that trotted around without wanting a care in the world had not been what he would see though, the youth of her evil festering would be the feeling, and that dark presence would fill the air to even Pieter and Shemha.
A young majin girl, curled up with her face hidden by her own antenna.
Slowly she peeked up to see Celmaru, hiding her face again before standing to her short feet, she buried her face in her hands and the cries of a child filled the ambience.
Presto couldn't bring herself to speak yet the clouds were still surrounding the girl, Celmaru just managed to pierce a hole into the burning hot bubbles of steam. although the evil tension wavered, her cries sounded genuine, true sorrow hailing from the girl's voice. When the burning clouds cleared, maybe then she would speak maybe then she would share her sorrows.
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Post by Shemha on Mar 12, 2017 3:12:25 GMT
Shemha felt the presence before she saw it, eyes on the figure as it drew close to Presto and her. When he landed she gave the man a casual scan, taking in the details of his figure before her eyes drifted back to the cloud of steam that hid her friend. Perhaps the two knew each other. Only when the question came would she look back to him.
”My name is Shemha. I am here because I came looking for Presto and this is the state I found her in.” She answered calmly despite the apparent mood the other Majin looked to be in.
”As for what is going on here, that is a question that she needs to answer. Who might you be” She added with a nod towards the steam cloud and no sooner had she asked the question did another signature make itself known.
Quick to descend on them, his energy felt familiar to her and he looked the same. For a moment she stared, not meaning to be rude, but trying to place the newly acquired memory. While much of what she absorbed from Walker provided her with more knowledge, it was not always complete. All she could remember was a tie to the Wild Hunt he once led, a tie similar to Majin Presto’s.
He said nothing to her and she held her silence as he attempted to free Presto from her self imposed prison. Ultimately, she remained in the collection of steam, audible sobs coming from within.
Not a sentimental woman by any means, her absorption of Walker did little to change that. If anything it made her more forward, more aimed at what she wanted than respecting the feelings of others. Still, Presto had been a friend before this and a companion of Walkers so there was somewhat of a soft spot for the girl. When the cries reached the taller Majin’s ears, she slowly stepped forward.
”Presto,whatever it is that has reduced you to this can be overcome. Reveal yourself so that we can help you.” A slight glance to the two men accompanied her words to look for confirmation. She made the assumption they were willing to help if need be. Hopefully she was right.
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Post by Pieter Wolfbane on Mar 12, 2017 6:25:59 GMT
"I am Pieter Wolfbane of the Karinga," Pieter replied, after Shemha introduced herself to him and explained her side of things. His attention focused to the smoke Presto was in, which had became thicker than before. Another person rushed over, a man with brown spiky hair. He looked to be several years older than him, about Waputhi's age. He seemed to focus on the steam first, before looking over to the two of them with a comment about noticing what was going on. Suddenly, his power shot up quickly, easily matching Pieter's strength if he were a super saiyan, as he parted the hot steam away with his hands! Meanwhile, the moans of Presto had increased, and her voice sound... Higher, like a child's? Shemha beckoned Presto to show herself, to let them help out. It seemed Shemha knew who this guy was, so Pieter wasn't too vexed by the new guy's appearance, but what he was vexed about was why she suddenly started sounding like a child! Piet, for now, kept his distance from the cloud, but did give Shemha a nod of agreement. He spoke up, asking Presto, perplexed and alarmed, "I'm not sure what's going on, Presto, but could you please tell us?"( Celmaru Waterfield, your turn! Not really getting much traction atm.)
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Mar 15, 2017 2:13:42 GMT
As the other two introduced one another, the hybrid faced an oddly unexpected sight. The steam did indeed disperse with ease, yet swiftly shrouded the Majin once again. Presto didn't appear well. It was akin to a child pouting over one matter or another. The thought reminded Celmaru of something; someone a bit -- "..." -- Like him.
"..."Bawling like a child, hiding her face and concealing herself; it was nigh-nostalgic. A significant huff escaped the hybrid. One of the others nearby, the other Majin, voiced a plea towards Presto. If only it were so simple; wouldn't it be so wondrous? Celmaru guided one of his palms along, fingers waving through heated, magical steam. The sobs were depressing, yes, yet weren't of an adult's sorrow. It was then that Presto had made herself out to be that of a child to Celmaru; as much as he may very well have been himself. Then, a telepathic message made an effort to contact the other two.
|'Give me a moment.'|With that, Celmaru attempted to step into the mass of steam. The hybrid's power soon plummeted upon doing so, with wispy bursts of Ki enveloping his sides. Can't ever be too careful, now can we? Hollow silhouettes of armor faded in and out of existence, dispersing alongside the steam as it came. The hybrid briefly brushed steam away as he passed, soon reaching the center. Strange how easily this situation turned into an empathetic confrontation. There was little space to sit, if anything, albeit there was enough to speak. |'Have you ever once thought that everyone was against you? That no matter what you did, it was all for naught one way or another?'|The hybrid's ears reddened. Whether or not it was via the heated cocoon of steam or embarrassment, that was up for interpretation. |'The one definitive thing you have over the children is that you can speak. Just let it out, if need be.'|Images would attempt to seep into the Majin's mind. Memories speaking of the Majin Presto.
"What ever happened to that little Majin child?"
"...Presto?"
"The one you snapped at so unjustly, yes."
"Er, well...I haven't seen her in a while."
"She can handle herself."
"Have you ever seen a Majin?"
"Huh? 'Course I have! They're fuckin' everywhere!"
"You think you've ever met one with an anti-Saiyan bias?"
"Pffft, who hasn't?"
"Presto would surprise you, surely."
"Wait what? That tree had a kid?"
"Yes, he did."
"With him and what genitalia?"
"He's a bit different, Taveon-"
"Didn't he have a Majin with him, too?"
"That was Presto, yes. Bit of an eccentric one."
"Sounds fun!"
"...Perhaps."
|'Our initial interaction was a bit...terrible.'|
|'However, it now appears we have a similarity. We've lost one already, I don't desire for another to remove themselves.'|Celmaru would attempt to place his palms atop Presto's shoulders...albeit rather lightly. |'At this point, I just hope you don't hate me for my lineage, as well. We don't need such issues between the last of the Wild Hunt.'|
|'I apologize for any transgressions I've committed against you, and I apologize in advance for whatever bullshit emotional outbursts I happen to get over my incompetence.'|
|'We can talk this out if need be, if you'd like.'|As he spoke telepathically to the Majin, Celmaru felt like an immense hypocrite. It was strange, and terrible. Yet, if it were to calm Walker's pseudo-daughter, surely it would be enough, right?
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Post by Shemha on Mar 15, 2017 3:05:51 GMT
Pieter Wolfbane of the Karinga, she planned to remember that name. Any individual as strong as this one was worth taking note of. If there wasn’t the more pressing matter of a fuming Majin, Shemha would have tried to learn more about him. Never having seen him on Vegeta, she guessed him for a native of Earth. She really needed to spend more time here in order to better understand those on her level.
While her attempt to reach Presto wasn’t immediately responded to, another voice spoke to her. In her head she heard his words, telepathy something she recently learned to use herself. Walker had known the talent and it seemed it was something that extended to the other Wild Hunt member as well. Even so, she had no reason to reveal that she possessed such skills so her response was a small nod to show she understood. Beyond that she stood in silence, arms crossed over her chest as she waited.
She watched as he waded into the thick cloud that protected their Majin friend. As he disappeared from view she didn’t exactly expect to hear anything. Aware he was capable of telepathic communication she assumed he might use it for privacy. Hopefully, if the two were close in some way, he would be able to get through to her. She was unsure what had happened to Presto since the last time they talked on Vegeta, but something was clearly bothering her. Deep down, she wondered if it was her actions on Namek, the death of Walker that drove her friend to this.
If it was, there was a discussion to be had.
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Post by Majin Presto on Mar 23, 2017 0:51:31 GMT
At first, Celmaru's hand didn't do anything to garner a reaction out of Presto it wasn't until after he finished speaking within her mind that her cries had suddenly stopped and the thick clouds of steam around her dispersed immediately. Presto's eyes rolled up and she leaned to the side as if to fall but she caught herself. Holding a hand to her head she fell to a knee and a hand on the ground.
Like a person who had their oxygen cut off finally regaining the luxury of air Presto had a distorted line of deep breaths; blinking she looked up from the ground to familiar energies, Shemha. she squinted, she wasn't sure but she felt something familiar from Shemha other than the majin she already knew, she didn't pay any attention, without any help she stood to her feet a sad look popping on her face again, she backed away from Celmaru and the others as if she was scared, she moved her palm across her eyes as if she was crying although no tears fell from her eyes.
"No...everyone's leaving.." she weakly pointed to everyone, a sad tremble in her voice. "Just like walker and my mom and dad...you're all going to "leave" again...! you're going to leave me and I'l never see you again! it always happens!" she fell to the ground, crawling backwards shielding her eyes with an arm from the lot.
Transformation: Unlock- Evil/good majin
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Post by Pieter Wolfbane on Mar 24, 2017 0:44:14 GMT
"I... Ok."Pieter wasn't too sure about what was going on now. The mist had long dispersed now, with a much smaller version of Presto sitting in place, but what struck Pieter as disturbing wasn't that she was smaller, but there was an intense atmosphere surrounding her, and it struck Pieter as quite alarming! The hunter found his breath short, as this guy tried to comfort her somehow. Presto then accused everyone that they were going to be leaving, pointing at them all as she made the accusation. She stood and backed away from them, breathes disturbed by her fear, before falling backwards and crawling further away. Pieter approached, looking to Shemha and tilted his head to Presto to suggest approaching her as well. He ended up taking a seat within arms reach of the Majin girl, asking rhetorically to her, "Presto, can I tell you something?"He looked to her covered face, a leg outstretched and a hand to balance himself up as he looked at her covered face. "While growing up, I've had members of my tribe who're practically family to me and the other members leave to go off on a journey of their own! There'd been one time where, for about two years, my dad and older brother, who're both alive, well, and very well in contact with me nowadays, had gone to Vegeta so my dad could teach him about our heritage. Before they left, however, my Dad told me this one thing, so that I wouldn't be so upset if something terrible happened. He said to me, 'Pieter,'" he explained, taking up what sounded mixture of Celtic and Scottish accents with a comically deep tone, "'Always remember this. Live with the memories of those you love and lessons taught to guide you to happiness, and be able to reconcile your sadness. Use it to strive forward, enjoy more days to come, for you never know when it can be your last! Like havin' almost havin' stroke because your Mum's stew causing uncontrollable and painful diarrhea, as ya slipped a bit of whiskey to help you to sleep when you were nothin' but a whee todd!' He got hit after that by my mom. They left to Vegeta and the two of them went deathly silent, as far as I knew at the time and thought they died... Turned out they were studying and reminiscing about Vegeta's sports tournaments with the Earth and Arcose, as my mom was always keeping an update on them and asked to not tell me or my sister..."Pieter was hoping to get a laugh outta her and the other two so it wouldn't be so strangling with the depressing atmosphere! He paused, too, to let them be able to get a word in about the story or why he brought it up. ( Celmaru Waterfield your go! Also, that sounds fine with me.  )
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Mar 29, 2017 0:56:28 GMT
The hybrid's palms released the Majin as she shoved herself away. With the steam dissipating so rapidly, the hybrid was briefly caught off guard. A flinch was caught in the hybrid's eyes, his teeth baring in his lackluster scare. The expression swiftly became neutral, Celmaru recovering from the embarrassment that accompanied such a movement. Presto was breathing in seemingly ragged gasps.
'Dammit, what have I done now?'
"I --"Then the wailing came. Everyone leaving, often occurring, particularly so her "parents" and Walker. If Celmaru recalled correctly, Presto's quasi-adoptive father was an albino Saiyan named Daika. Where the hell did he even go? Bah. The hybrid folded his arms across his chest, resisting the urge to rage on about Arias; as damned as she already likely was. A prominent exhale escaped his nostrils. This interaction had become increasingly similar to himself when he was younger, and yet Celmaru despised this entirely. With a greater idea of how to handle such a situation; that would seem rather normal. The hybrid only found himself at just an equal loss as before; much to his dismay. Several moments would pass between Pieter sharing his story and Celmaru speaking once again. "...I don't think people would leave without a reason. Walker had his own dreams, desires, and convictions to follow. Daika and Arias...they likely have far more training to do. Walker had his own reasons, he did what he would and what he believed he should. Those two Saiyans that took you in had little obligation to keep you around. Just --"The hybrid partially fumbled over what to state next. Eyes flitted over towards Shemha all too briefly. Celmaru, clearing his throat, tugged at his collar. A moment or so would pass before a few words were thrown together; to any effect or not. "Just, don't think you're alone. You can stay at my home if you really wanted to. Phae is there, I'm often floating around, there are some unwanted guests that are staying for an unspecified amount of time, too. Hell, I'm sure Miss Shemha could visit, or even she could take you in."
"...Not sure about him, admittedly."A finger would lazily point at Pieter, soon receding. |'The Wild Hunt isn't damn near dead, either. Don't count on that just "leaving".'|
"I -- er -- will just leave it at that for now. Pardon me for running my mouth so much."The hybrid shut his eyes, forcing his mouth into silence. Time to await the reply to such blatant talk.
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Post by Shemha on Mar 30, 2017 14:00:01 GMT
The physical changes revealed as the cloud of steam dissipated caught the tall Majin off guard. They shouldn't have really, her own recent alterations similar in basis, but it wasn't something she predicted. Her friends new appearance aside, the girl's words quickly became the focus. All this talk of others leaving her grabbed for a cord within Shemha. For some time the Majin sought acceptance, some sort of purpose in her life beyond that if mercenary or soldier. The sudden loss of her original master threw her life for a curve and she was only now recovering from it.
Yet, she was beyond that now. With her loyalty to Habana in the face of the threat that was Walker and the subsequent absorption of the bio android, Shemha was more sure of herself than ever. It hadn't gone so far to develop into arrogance, but she no longer felt the need to be so fragile in her approach to things. Not like the two men here with her. Sure she attempted to pull an explanation from Presto, encourage her to share what bothered her, yet the very complaint she had was of loneliness when three others stood before her. Celmaru was kind enough to off his home as well as indicated Shemha might do the same. That wasn't wrong of him, but it was presumptuous. Luckily, Shemha had come looking for her friend for just that. Aware now of the Wild Hunt and Presto’s association with it, the red Majin looked to strengthen their bond.
Instead of being gentle and polite, Shemha chose to be blunt as she finally spoke up.
”Presto, get up. You're complaining that those you care about have left you and will continue to do so, yet three who care enough stand in front of you now. While Pieter offers advice and Celmaru his home, I stand here as your friend and sister.” Shemha began, her tone not outright harsh but neither was it gentle or soothing. The Walker enhanced Majin didn't sugarcoat things.
”What Celmaru says is true, I would offer my home to you if you were willing to take it. Regardless of those you have lost, I would never abandon you. It is a feeling I am far to familiar with and I would never make another suffer it. That being said, there are several things you must hear and accept if we are to begin fresh. Both will be hard to swallow, but they are the truths that must be told. Now stand up.” She stated again. Her offer was honest and she did want the Majin to come with her, but they needed to talk first. Shemha would not explain recent events if the girl maintained her incoherent state. Talking to a wall was often uneventful and pointless, she would not waste her time.
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Post by Shemha on May 10, 2017 11:04:15 GMT
Should we turn this in? Continue in a new thread if Presto ever comes back? If so I will take zeni
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Post by Pieter Wolfbane on May 10, 2017 18:12:03 GMT
This may be best. PL for me too, and a note for everyone in this thread, ICly: Pieter's just gonna be saying if they need to talk to him about something, he lives in the Fukurou Forest.
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