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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Mar 12, 2017 21:55:56 GMT
A yawn escaped a particular hybrid. The early morning air was warmer than usual. Spring is finally coming about, it seems. The hybrid trudged through a tiny village, weaving between the elderly and youth alike. There was a strange gap between the two groups here. Regardless, the hybrid shuffled over one of the few bridges connecting the minor "districts". It had been quite a few months since the hybrid had moved out here; it was rather quiet. Celmaru Waterfield had bought a home atop a nearby hill, albeit a refurbished shrine. The pantry had appeared rather bare recently. The hybrid figured that he might as well do an early-morning grocery run. Yet, the frantic patter of feet approached Celmaru. An elderly woman, despite her age, had met with the hybrid rather swiftly. A rolled up scrap of paper was unfurling within her palm. "Celmaru...dearie...what is this...about?"The woman spoke between every breath or so, the paper soon being displayed. A partially blurry visage of Celmaru met his gaze; a Zeni reward beneath it. A bounty. "I only...saw one...but -- "
"That must be something my cousin pulled. Don't bother with it.""Not everyone would know, dearie.""Why would anyone chase after a --""Three hundred thousand Zeni bounty?"A minuscule growl seeped through the hybrid's teeth. So much for a slow day. Celmaru reached out to grasp the bounty paper. "We'll just dispose of it. Hope no one else paid much mind to it."
"...Have you done anything for someone to make this, Celmaru?"
"No. I've been rid of no men, women, children, aliens...whatever else. No law has been evidently broken, either."
"Oh my, well, just be careful dear."
"Yes ma'am. Get some rest if you can."The two nodded to one another as they began to part ways. The bounty still fluttered periodically, showcasing his blurry portrait to those that bothered to stare. Perhaps he could still avoid issue.
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Post by Jala on Mar 14, 2017 3:59:26 GMT
The young assassin yawned as she flew over Ee-arth, her black cloak covering her body and face flapping through the wind, annoyed at the lack of jobs coming to her. She had a few grab and go jobs but no assassination ones, she was getting discouraged. “Ugh, not only am I just getting by; these damned weights are taking a toll! The fuck is these things so heavy?!” Jala screamed to herself, annoyed at the mixed emotions rolling within her and she grunted in annoyance.
She noticed a small town, looked quaint and peaceful. “Maybe there’s something there to do. This is bull… I need to catch up to the Demon and give him payback! Heh!” Jala muttered flying toward the quaint little town. The few people that were out and about saw her fly down were startled but quickly went on their business; the kids ran up and pestered her with questions. “Guh, get away you brats,” Jala grumbled as she looked around for something
She noticed a paper blowing around and she vanished from view, appearing in front of the paper, snatching and her eyes widening in surprising. “Three… Hundred… Thousand?” Jala muttered staring at it. “... Fuck the bounty, I’m curious to why a guy has this kind of bounty.” She muttered cutting out the picture. She asked around, asking people who this man was before tapping Celmaru on the shoulder after 10 minutes of asking people. “Excuse me, do you know this man?” The Saiya-jin asked raising the picture to him.
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Mar 17, 2017 3:59:00 GMT
"...Weird."
"Oh my, is he really worth that much?!"
"Meh."
"Good luck with that."With the few varying responses that the newcomer was likely to receive, it was only a matter of time before the hybrid himself was contacted. The "warrior" was near one of the housing portions atop a miniature island once Jala approached him. Celmaru flinched, his shoulders rising upon Jala's tap. The inquiry was offered, the hybrid resisting the urge to blatantly sigh aloud. The hybrid's shoulders sank, his gaze twisting to face the newcomer. A rather oddly dressed Saiyaness met him. Unfortunately, within her grasp was another bounty paper. Celmaru cursed within his mind...several times over. "Yes, I do."A rather sharp glare briefly emanated from the hybrid's eyes. Attempting to rip the paper from the newcomer's grasp, Celmaru soon made another comment.
"I'm sure the scar is enough to make a connection."
Then another.
"You also can forget what reward there is, if you want it. I'm sure my bastard cousin set it up to get all kinds of assholes after me."
The first scrap of paper was being scrunched up subconsciously. Ire had begun to fester once again. Several bystanders stared briefly, yet swiftly returned to their prior activity. The hybrid truthfully hoped that not one person would pester him about this matter; yet here this one was. To think; not flying attracted more attention than desired.
"If you have any complaints, don't consult the seaweed mother in the shrine atop the hill over there."
Celmaru would point to a sizeable hill, albeit relatively tiny in comparison to a mountain. A notable conglomeration of trees surrounded some sort of flattened territory. Not much would be visible otherwise. With that, a sigh hastily escaped the hybrid's lips as he turned to be elsewhere.
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Post by Jala on Mar 17, 2017 15:44:38 GMT
Jala listened to each response of people, surprised by the different reactions of each person. The person she tapped turned around and she noted the scar looked similar to the picture, him confirming it was when he said, “Yes I do.” He then attempted to snatch the paper from her, which confirmed her suspicion.
“Oi, it’s mine, Celmaru. Don’t worry, I’m most likely not strong enough to take you down.” Jala said calmly, noting his power level change with a beep of her scouter. “You see, I’m not really interested in the bounty. I’m interested in your strength. Care to show me?” Jala quickly said, eager to fight him. |
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Mar 22, 2017 20:56:33 GMT
"Oh yes, a Saiyan can't take down a power of a hundred or so. What a terrible threat that is." The sarcasm oozed from the hybrid; his attempt to tear the paper away failing. The hybrid sighed in exasperation as Jala reaffirmed that the bounty paper was within her possession. Yes, of course. Why wouldn't a reason to target him remain in a stranger's hands? How foolish of him to believe that it should be removed. Celmaru grumbled briefly upon such thoughts.
"Regardless, you don't need to see anything. You'd be messing with some highly bitter fireworks, either way."
'Just wanted some food for some damn breakfast.'The hybrid sighed in exasperation. It appeared to be in nigh-frustration.
"Just -- be rid of that thing; I'm not to be alienated here, too."The sound of a distant ocean suddenly crashed into the land nearby. The housing nearby rumbled briefly. The land wasn't entirely rigid, given the force of such fluctuating waves. Unfortunately, there were two fairly sizeable powers, at least compared to the rest of the population, standing atop such a minuscule slab of land. Yet, with the force, came a glare that intended to signal for Jala to back off on the matter. Be it effective or not, relies on the Saiyaness herself. "Not everyone needs to show off their power every day."
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Post by Jala on Mar 23, 2017 14:58:11 GMT
Jala rolled her eyes, but her position wavering. Maybe he wasn’t strong like she thought. “Tch, you raised your power level, even if it was slight. That proves my point, even slightly. A normal person can’t do that.” Jala argued back, raising her eyebrows at what said.
“Trying to blend in?” Jala asked, knowing the feeling a small bit. “Sorry, I’m eager for an actual fight, and you seem strong. Those muscles aren’t from working on a farm, or body building, those are muscles of a fighter, am I wrong?” Jala asked the rhetorical question, smirking, because to her, she knew the answer.
His glare made her shiver to the bones and it made her grin in excitement, the fear in her made her want to fight this man. “Heh, while that may be true to some extent, it still is good to show off strength other days.” The young Saiyaness said, eager for the man to stop beating around the bush.
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Mar 25, 2017 7:57:00 GMT
The hybrid huffed, eventually bringing himself to take a rather deep breath. It was then that his power dropped.
"Or perhaps you're making someone act defensive over touchy subjects. Emotion and adrenaline still quite evidently exist, miss."The hybrid folded his arms across his chest. This Saiyan was being rather persistent, wasn't she? The hybrid had begun to take on an urge to frighten her; if only it were that simple to scare a stubborn one such as her. Contemplating his options, Celmaru mulled over brief thoughts as Jala attempted to call him out. 'Muscles of a fighter'? That's blasphemous; muscles are bodily features that don't differ outside genetics, often times! A fighter and body-builder wouldn't have any different sort of muscles regardless of lifestyle anyway, its still muscle.
"What kind of assumption would that tell you? That I'm in shape? Wonderful deduction, miss."Furrowed brows hung over a harsh gaze. The Saiyan's final comment was it. That second-to-last, entirely figurative straw; shattered akin to a frail twig. A vein bulged upon the hybrid's left temple. What was it with such combat or Saiyan-obsessed types recently?! Celmaru hadn't encountered one until the most recent week; suddenly there was a surplus! Palms clenched behind tensing limbs. "Not everything is a damn fight waiting to happen. People have families, responsibilities, perhaps even children. None of us are here to casually beat the ever living shit out of each other! Earth isn't Vegeta, understand?! Its not even noon yet! People have ears, the walls have eyes, a fight will be practically broadcasted if seen!"The hybrid was getting rather carried away. Unfortunately, it was that fact that urged him to continue. "Rumors spread, and the truth dies. You're not getting a fight, either. Neither of us are being broadcasted into the news for public disruption and-slash-or disturbance. Do I make myself clear?""Now --"A pearly white aura erupted from Celmaru. "-- would you kindly --"A golden explosion of energy revealed itself; Super Saiyan. Icy blue hues intended to pierce through Jala. "-- FUCK OFF!"Muscles expanded, pupils vanished. Another brief exertion of power was released. As the final words were uttered, the golden "splendor" dissipated. The base form of Celmaru returned in full force, yet without anything enhancing it. A prominent exhale escaped his nostrils. The realization of going quite too far overcame him. A palm was guided to pinch the bridge of his nose. The hybrid's cranium sank, hanging by what will he had to remain still. A frail, soft-spoken tone clouded his previously harsh voice as he spoke once again.
"Just...please, leave. Neither the bounty or my pathetic excuse of an existence concerns you."
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Celmaru goes through every transformation he possesses to scare Jala away! (Plus a bit of Bulking) Hate to be a party pooper but Celmaru is edgy atm, apologies. :v Text outlined with ' | ' will be telepathic, please keep this in mind! (Numbers below for reference, albeit the last two are to most likely noted before Celmaru powers down) Trained Potential: 1,423,024
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Post by Jala on Mar 25, 2017 10:02:18 GMT
Jala listened to the outburst of Celmaru, and sighed, realizing she fucked up. “Look, I was mistaken, sir. My bad. I’ll leave you alone.” she said calmly, not wanting to get this random guy angry. She quickly disintegrated the bounty, completely erasing it. “There, I’m sorry for the troubles I have caused-" she started before he cut her off, her scouter began to beep and rapidly rise.
Jala muttered in awe and fear before her scouter began to smoke and short due to the rapid increase in power. She quickly turned it off as the man emitted a white light. She read over 2 million before she turned it off and she could feel the power leak off of him. “How… How are you...?” Jala muttered instinctively taking steps back.
It then happened, a flash of yellow/gold. His hair stood up and went from brown to a beautiful golden yellow, his eyes turned into a piercing blue the power radiated from him immeasurably. It made Jala shake in fear and excitement. She stared at the man, her face was filled with fear and a small dose of excitement like she actually wanted to fight a monster of power like that. His pupils then disappeared and she felt a rush of energy rush past pushing her farther away, with his muscles expanding. Then, he returned to normal, as if the transformation never happened and the man sighed and asked her to leave again.
She heard a voice in her head, telling her to leave. He REALLY didn’t like Jala, as much as she could tell. The young assassin walked up to Celmaru and gritted her teeth and went down on the ground into a begging position. “Please, tell me what you are, and what was that power boost you got. Please. I’m throwing away my pride… Please.” Jala said looking down at the ground. She was giving up her pride for this information. She had to know if she could achieve this transformation, this power-up, this boost in power. “I beg of you. I will leave you alone for this knowledge.”
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Mar 26, 2017 6:57:50 GMT
It had just dawned upon the hybrid that the extra bounty paper was disintegrated. Relief and worry washed over the hybrid; an odd opposition. Cracks and shattered stones were littered near Celmaru, the effects of a inappropriately utilized strength in sight. The hung head of the hybrid stood for moments on end, the Saiyan mumbling and quivering. Yet, the sight of the Saiyaness once again intruded upon Celmaru's vision, begging at his feet. How shameful. A boot attempted to tap Jala's grovelling self; directly in her face, if she were to be facing the cobbled pathway. "Get up. That display is only shameful. I asked you to leave, not beg for my --"The Saiyan bargained to leave over knowledge. Indeed rare, albeit still pathetic in its execution. Yet, an inquiry was soon to be answered. Mental preparation to face its consequences swept through the hybrid's mind. This might backfire onto himself. She asked, she asked.
"You want to know what I am?"Memories, thoughts, visions; it all made a fervent attempt to invade the Saiyan's mind all at once. The telepathic force may very well overload Jala with ideas, dreams, concerns, and more. Oh well, she still asked. "Take a damn look."Nearly six years of living primarily within the wilderness alone. Worry over a threat that was barely city level. A constant worry over the well-being of his Mother alone; thoughts of his Father, once distant, returning to a brief limelight. Meetings with Walker, albeit omitted memories of the Wild Hunt. Confessions, albeit muted, with Phae and the immensely psychotic moments with Ayumu. Fears of his mental condition, ancestors shoehorning their way into his life, children, Arias, Super Saiyan, Super Saiyan Two, Zucceta, Noxa, Presto. Aelron, Taveon, Cynthia, the weight of a subconsciously self-enforced world, often hell, briefly heaven. The constant, ever-infuriating thought of being a monster, some broken fool, unfit to be anyone, the racial backlash from everyone; the injuries and fatalities he caused, accidental or not. Faces, buildings, blood, fear, pride, worry, disgust and hate; it all swirled within the mass of mental baggage. Tired eyes, wrought with bags, stared blankly at Jala as this all occurred. "...I'm a broken bastard. Half Man, half Saiyan."The desperate inquiry regarding the "power boost" Celmaru possessed was left unanswered. Jala was a Saiyan; she should know of the "legendary" Super Saiyan transformation. Regardless, that telepathic onslaught would likely blur together, given the velocity it was all delivered at. Perhaps Jala could receive clearer images in between...perhaps. Allowing a few moments for that to sink in, Celmaru sighed, turning away partially. One could only avoid a gaze so much without being rude. He did indeed just bare himself, albeit haphazardly, to the damned stranger. How moronic of him.
"Between people like you and my supposed ancestors, I can't bear to think which is worse. Both ask plenty of me regardless."The hybrid had begun to fiddle with something, his palms rising. Merely inches away from his facial features, a golden band, seaweed-esqe in appearance, was spun about anxiously upon the hybrid's ring finger. The symbolism would surely be enough to tell Jala something, albeit that wasn't the source of conversation at the moment. Celmaru's eyes stung for a moment. Furrowed brows and crushed eyelids only intruded to relieve their owner of such needless sensations. Why would he need to do more before this stranger? Tears aren't ever necessary, are they? |'Of course now, in front of fuckin' stranger, I act like a wimpering child. I apologize for my blasphemous behavior.'|
PL is currently 355,756; forgot to mention previous post. xP Welcome to Edgy-Emotionville! We have some crappy feels for you, I guess. <,< (Just in case: Non-italicized telepathic text will be emphasized in a weird sort of reversed way.) Jala References if needed: wodsouls.freeforums.net/thread/6433/phae-waterfield-seaweed-kitsune-updated?page=1&scrollTo=44989wodsouls.freeforums.net/thread/10985/waterfield-family-generations-past?page=1&scrollTo=82528wodsouls.freeforums.net/thread/6123/waterfield-family-document-459?page=1&scrollTo=42655 (<--- For Threads, mostly) |
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Post by Jala on Mar 26, 2017 13:58:03 GMT
She looked up at Celmaru as the memories, thoughts, and visions filled her head as she clutched it. “Fu-fuck!! Thi-this is not what I asked for! Get them out!” she cried out gripping her long hair and pulling on it, grimacing in pain. “St-stop this! Now!” she continued to cry out not wanting this. She asked simple questions, never once said ‘give me a load of information and give me a massive headache please!’
Jala writhed on the ground, the images of the half-Saiya-jin’s life flashed through her head. As she slowly stood up. “It won’t stop! STOP THIS!” the young Saiya-jin screamed, falling to her knees and slamming her head into ground, leaving a crater in the ground as she grunted in pain. “I don’t care! Stop!” she screamed as he talked, seeing flashes of people and transformations.
When the images finally she finally quieted down, breathing heavily. She looked up at him, glaring a death glare as she had the entire life knowledge of someone else given to her. Her first thing to say? “... An Ee-arthling and a Saiya-jin can have a kid!?” Jala asked, flabbergasted. "Ho-how is that possible!? Besides that, you fuck, are you able to go yellow due to being a halfling? Is it an Ee-arthling thing? Is Saiya-jin thing?" Jala continued pestering him.
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Apr 1, 2017 3:53:16 GMT
The frantic, ultimately fruitless cries of the Saiyan fell upon deaf ears. Besides causing a potentially immense disservice to his livelihood, Jala had already done enough to aggravate the hybrid. As the memories ceased, however, thoughts continued to swirl about feverishly; yet only within the hybrid's own mind. Despite acknowledging his ignorance towards the consequences of his recent actions, Celmaru found himself regretting plenty of it. There was some personal information buried there. Pressing his eyelids shut once more, albeit briefly, the hybrid heard the blatantly confused Saiyaness. "...Are you blind?"Unfortunately, that was a legitimate inquiry. "Humans and Saiyans share oddly similar physiology. Excluding a few differences, they're practically the damn same."A life of being married to the equivalent of a Biology instructor had some sort of benefit. Strangely enough it only revealed itself now. "You should be surprised at how I'm even fertile. I'm a hybrid between two differing species, despite their similarities."Between a brief 'insult', the hybrid was questioned of going 'yellow'. Whether it was a Human or Saiyan 'thing', even. A palm concealed the hybrid's eyes, a figurative brick being shoved away past his throat. This was getting rather inane. Shuffling his feet about, deciding to face the Saiyan directly once more, Celmaru dragged his palm across his facial features. A moment would pass before an answer came; yet it accompanied a sigh.
"Have you not heard the tale of the 'legendary' Super Saiyan? Golden hair, 'tremendous' power?"
"Saiyans have spoken of it for centuries, some say some ancient Saiyan King was one himself."Celmaru evidently wasn't too entirely thrilled to speak of Saiyan myths or legends. Sarcasm even laced a word or two. If it were anything else, sure, that may very well be intriguing. But its over and over with Super Saiyan this and Super Saiyan that; it just wasn't special anymore. Yet it was infuriating that, once that whole 'secret' slipped, anyone desperate enough for power -- bah. Really shouldn't dwell on that. Yet -- "...What the hell has this interaction devolved to?"
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Post by Jala on Apr 3, 2017 2:48:53 GMT
“A-Am I blind? No, why ask such ask such a stupid question? Are you mental or something bud?” Jala snorted at the stupid question, giving him a strange look. She thought he was, at first, a normal person, now she’s questioning his sanity. “Well, no shit they look like Saiya-jin’s. Everyone can see that Ee-arthling’s are close to Saiya-jin’s, at in looks. Are you slow? Are saying this for you to remember?” Jala continued shooting questions at the halfling, her head still hurting from the flash of Celmaru’s life.
“Fertile? You're what? I’m not a language master so I’m not sure on definitions. I have no idea what ‘fertile’ means.” she said as he sighed, asking about the legendary ‘Super Saiya-jin’ which xhe slapped her head, remembering the legend. “OHHHhhhhh! Shit! I completely forgot about that! It’s been so long since I’ve been on Vegeta so I haven’t had to think about.” Jala said as he continued about an ancient king having it; which to her, was useless information. “I dunno. Not sure, saying some stuff. So, how do you get the legendary power then~?” the young Saiya-jin asks in a playful tone.
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Apr 11, 2017 1:08:07 GMT
The Saiyan's responses only replaced some sort of quasi-sorrow with an underlying ire. The hybrid could understand the first comment, yet the rest? Did this damned alien begin to honestly believe that he was a moron? Palms clenched a bit too tightly upon an opposing accusation. "You -- You just --"
"You just asked how they could even reproduce!"Celmaru's fingers uncurled as his arms bent, gesturing towards Jala. The hybrid was nanometers too close towards outright shouting, albeit any more would be enough. A frustrated growl seeped past the hybrid's teeth as the Saiyaness revealed her lack of knowledge about the term "fertile". What the hell was this pathetic slip-n-slide of bullshit?! "Just -- you --"Jala had connected the dots regarding Super Saiyan as Celmaru's mind erupted in curses. Not a word escaped his cranium, yet enough was grumbled to put a stereotypical sailor to shame. Palms curled once again, another vein surfacing. Somehow, some way, this woman spoke of Super Saiyan as if it were still special. Proceeding to twitch as Jala continued on, the hybrid's lower left eyelid couldn't sit still. It was subtle, yet evident. Was this woman greedy for such power?
"You --"Celmaru was once again somewhat speechless. Any regret for being as awkwardly emotional as he was just earlier was entirely dashed. Ire had arrived in full force. Instead of mentally deciding to stumble and stammer over basic English, the hybrid resorted to what was left of his sensibility; rather, the lack thereof. A rapid movement intended to strike Jala directly on the forehead, a pale aura bursting to life before doing so. Words weren't going to relieve him of anything now.
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Post by Jala on Apr 14, 2017 5:06:55 GMT
“I just- What? What!? Finish your goddamn sentence!” Jala asked, getting annoyed with Celmaru. “God, you can you finish the sentence!?” she yelled. Jala noticed he was getting angry and Jala stood up backing away from Celmaru. “Yo, calm down. I just am-.” Jala started before seeing Celmaru making a fist with Jala paling at him. She was starting to get terrified. “D-Dude, chill. I’ve done nothing wrong. So don’t do anything you will regret-.” she started before she felt pain and flying along ways. Around a couple hundred feet or so she flew.
She started toward the ground and hit it bouncing off of it, still aching from the punch and now the bouncing. She began to bounce a lot, bruising and spraining an arm and leg. She finally started to hit the ground a lot more, now nearly skidding on the ground and laid there, completely knocked out from the pain, her clothes torn pretty bad and a foot twisted the wrong way a bit as she laid there still, motionless.
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Apr 27, 2017 0:44:55 GMT
Requesting a thread location move? Requesting a thread location move.
A minuscule rumble invaded the oddly silent home. A natural light crept in betwixt ancient, wooden shutters. A Saiyan female was placed atop a study couch, albeit upon unnecessarily fluffed up cushions. With a discontented sigh, the figure of Celmaru took a rather lazy stride away. The creak of a well-oiled door. Distant speech; practically frantic mumbles. More rumbling. Several moments would pass, with a slight stir from others within the house.
"I'll take him outside."
"I think its my turn to look after the midgets anyway."
"You can handle a stranger, yeah?"Two figures shuffled past Jala, their steps inaudible. With a float, the figures removed themselves from the home's interior. Another creak, then a click. Evident shuffling occurred, beyond the nearby wall. Eventually, regardless of whether or not the Saiyan would awaken, another frame appeared. Barely tapping but a single toe upon the tatami floor, a rather verdant green figure took a seat beside Jala. Pressing her knees to the floor, medical equipment spontaneously materialized with a puff. At a time, the figure once radiated glee and never ceased to grin at a moment's notice. Now, this situation called for something rather different. A straight expression claimed the woman's facial features. "A punch, he said..."A twisted foot stuck out awkwardly. Unfortunately, what appeared most painful to handle must be assessed first. The woman's figure shifted over to the appendage, grasping and realigning it with a firm CRACK! May it be broken, sprained, or dislocated, its alignment comes first for recovery. The verdant woman awaited a response from that action, if any, removing her palms from the foot's surface.
Thing #1, #2, and #3 have no active PL at this time. Names will be revealed later. "Woman" 's PL [75% Celmaru]: 266,817! Request accepted. Will go over the transport later. Hopefully you don't mind the freedoms I took with Jala's position and whatnot. eue I'll also be focusing on the threads I'm in now since I'm more or less getting out of that Etoru DE. More apologies for the waiting! e-e Jala |
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