A few hours had passed since Alaistair's business with Plato and Kizuki, nighttime approaching. He took a shower in his personal penthouse and office at the fifth floor of his Cherry Valley Loft. He'd been dressed in a cotton pair of pants that looked fairly like pajamas, as well as a faint blue t-shirt that stretched around his torso. He'd been setting up to sleep for the night, but he had this business to take care of with the young android girl. He had taken up red scouter, bringing it to life and trying to search for the android girl's presence.
"Tekuma, young lady," Alaistair greeted her mind, sounding quite tired as he shuffled down the stairs slowly from the top floor, "I'm currently at my place of business right now and am making my way downstairs. I hope you were able to find this place fine, if you chose to come here! I'll be waiting down in the foyer, slash, lobby of the Loft! I've lowered my power level to 50,000; so if you have difficulty locating me, search for that. I've my scouter on, too, if you need assistance finding me."
The Devil had been up late several times this month and it was having a toll on him. However, his body had been getting fairly toned with the recent training and events that happened over the last week. It was a good sign of improvement!
(Sorry about the lackluster start for the post. Was pretty tired whilst writing this up.)
I will return... And when I do, Life will prosper in the universe... UNDER MY IRON FIST!
Tekuma had taken to the secluded desert, musing over the information she knew sh had. So Plato seemed bent on retaking the planet from whatever was in charge of it, judging by his holy attitude about his world. The scouter would instead pick up on one of the flower petals she'd spawned in during her escape from the ship that had just landed. It wasn't too long before she got a message from him, to tell her where he was at.
Listening, she'd proceed to fly over and look for his own power level up on her radar. This better be him.. And with a spin, the red-haired woman would appear close by the devil on the bottom floor. Sitting and waiting, her power level was indeed almost half of his, that was if she didn't take off her weights which were on at the moment for her own reasons.
Alaistair had been waiting a few minutes now, wondering if the girl was having difficulty finding the place. His back had been turned to the girl practically warping in next to him, his scouter picking up the nearly 119k power level she had! He turned to her laxly, raising his eyebrows with a nod to her, as he greeted her, "Ms. Tekuma! Good to you've actually found the place fine."
He gestured around him with both outstretched hands, as he announced in a more energized tone, "Welcome to the Cherry Valley Loft. Home to rest, desire, and great satisfaction, a tradition for the past 500 years since its opening on Earth! Today, I extend that offer to you..."
Al paused, clasping his hands together and pointing both hands to her.
Post by Tekuma Mayakon on Mar 15, 2017 22:21:20 GMT
Tekuma looked at him as he turned laxly to her, raising his eyebrows and nodding as her eyes took in and interpreted the sleepy devil's appearance. "Indeed I did, Alaistar, was it?" Thankfully he seemed to have more energy once the demon welcomed her to the Cherry Valley Loft, the android briefly taking in the sights of what was to offer from their viewpoint.
The flower petals swirled behind her in sort of a zamazu halo, but she was far from immortal. It was just simply appearance, albeit the petals were black with blood red tips. She herself was in slightly ripped clothing. It'd been a while since she'd changed but the android didn't care, spinning the petals about her and making them an opaque swirl before they returned to the halo shape; her in a fresh black T-shirt and shorts with black boots.
"Well, You seemed like you wanted to talk some sort of business before we were interrupted by that pale-faced freak, so I'd like you to maybe elaborate."
Tekuma's clothes were ripped at first, but with a flutter of the ring of petals, her clothing was fixed! She then asked about the business Alaistair wanted to have with her. Alaistair gestured to the lounge, suggesting to her, "Let's have a seat first, as I imagine you've not had any time to relax a bit!"
He guided her to through the archway, leading into a large room with a grand chimney, with a blaze dancing in it and billowing up the shaft, a couple of patrons sitting by it and leaning atop one another. They seemed to have fallen asleep on the chair, whilst Arthus, a demon that worked there that had magically altered and split himself into 4 different individuals (a Namekian, a plain Konatsian, a Arcosian, and a red Skinned Brenchian) were cleaning the lounge up. Alaistair guided them to a small metal coffee table, with well cushioned chairs that contoured to the shape of those that sat in them.
With a seat taken, Alaistair told her, "I've come across quite a bit of information about you, particularly from your 'rival,' as that sultry woman Denim calls herself. Like, for instance, you technically being the caretaker of her present day child!"
He paused for a moment, to lean onto the table with an arm dangling off and a smile upon his face, before asking her, "On one side, your actions have been seen as villainous, yet on another, your actions are that of someone with a good heart... Before I get too ahead, let me ask you this, and this coming from a perspective of one seeing another playing cat and mouse with the universe: What is it you seek to accomplish in your life, that strives you so?"
Post by Tekuma Mayakon on Mar 16, 2017 0:19:12 GMT
Tekuma watched as the devil gestured to the lounge, while four supposed employees looked to be cleaning the place up. Following the devil lead the female to a well-cushioned chair and a metal coffee table. The workers seemed hard at it, feeling the chair conform to her metallic body and instantly causing her to relax. It wasn't too long before she was mentioned by the demon, who spoke of Denim.
Eyes closed and listening to him speak, the flower petals had now formed a headband and waiting for him to finish. Opening her eyes once he was done, the android in turn began to speak. "Denim says I am her rival.. I do not think of her likewise. I care for nobody. My actions, good of heart? I have tried to save countless people and been unable to, thus eventually breaking away my emotions in favor of preventing them from interfering with my actions."
"I seek to take Plato's head off his body for what he himself has done to my family. I must purge this universe of the stupidity inhabiting it, no matter it's strength. A universe under one ruler, would be truly glorious considering these rulers of different places in space have caused massive political divides.. But however, what about you?" Her tone was emotionless, eyes holding nothing but emptiness before they were closed once again.
Tekuma gave him a stern explanation of her side of things about she and Denim, and not to mention having to deal with Plato's personal foolishness and thinking he needed to be removed. She then pointed out the issue between the rulers in the universe having caused a great division, even mentioning having one, 'king of kings,' as Alaistair could call it. It maintained the smile on his face, as he slapped his hand on the table and ecstatically stated, "That's not a bad thought! There is quite the issue with all these rulers!"
Alaistair squared himself forward, both hands on the table with their index fingers raised, "I wouldn't call it a need of a ruler above all, though! Rather, I think they all need a constant of people, with similar minds, engaging in a plan to satisfy their needs and desires. There needs to be competition with all species, as it's part of the driving force of life. They all engage this competition in unique ways developed around their set of intelligence... It's why I've not personally killed Plato myself, when the opportunity has presented itself. He has something that people can get behind, but simply needs to be taught to intelligence needed, to make things happen!"
He pointed towards Tekuma with those index fingers of his, asking, "Have you ever heard of the types of intelligence and their methods, Tekuma?"
Post by Tekuma Mayakon on Mar 16, 2017 1:19:19 GMT
Tekuma leaned back and opened one empty eye to view the devil, of which seemed incredibly excited after she mentioned the issue with the rulers and gained even more attention from the devil in pajamas. "Of course, there must be some competition or there isn't much fun. And if you call Plato intelligent again I will make sure I carve his brain out and give it to you, alright?"
"And no, I have not. Please elaborate, pajama demon~."
Alaistair wanted to say something about the 'Pajama Demon' comment, but she wasn't wrong there. He elaborated, "As you may know, people have quirks and actions that they are either quite capable of doing well, just enough to be passable, or they cannot do that at all. A long time ago, a group of individuals had undergone a long list of experiments to determine an idea that certain people are intelligent in some ways that end up affecting their intelligence elsewhere. These 9 sets of Intelligence are intra-personal, natural, spatial, musical, existential, interpersonal or empathetic, if you will; logical or mathematical, linguistic, and physical action or bodily kinesthetic, as some call it."
He paused, to let Tekuma get a little wrap around the words, to see if she could understand what he was talking about. He was curious to see what she thought of these terms and how she'd apply them.
Post by Tekuma Mayakon on Mar 16, 2017 1:53:40 GMT
Tekuma was beginning to get a wee bit bored, with all the chit-chat it was nice but he began to lose her once he mentioned the different types of intelligence and was almost sleeping, telltale by the flower petals taking on a more flower-necklace type shape. "Thats a bunch of stuff. I'm going to shorten it to who'd good and who's stupid."
"Can't do that," Alaistair told her, "You have to account for what they're good at and learn what they're like... That's what I'm trying to explain to you."
He leaned back, as he stated, "You're the one who's been running around from everyone because you don't know how to listen and talk, so I suggest giving a whirl at listening a go or you'll just end up running to some backwater world where you don't speak their language and having to fight off being eaten alive... Let me get to the point."
Alaistair lazily made a circle with an index finger, as he explained, "I'm always in line for working with new people to work towards a true endgame of peace amongst worlds. Plato is a individual who knows what his planet wants, with an awareness of everything that around and in the world and is also quite capable at fighting, but does often lack what he wants for himself. Denim is someone who is also a fighter, but she is someone who's both empathetic and logical, with some idea of what she wants. That saiyan girl you met whilst Plato and I were brawling knows what she wants, how she wants it, and able to fight for it... Then we come to you! Someone who seems to have basic logic and is able to speak, yet you are failing in all 7 other fields of intelligence, as far as I'm concerned! Sure, you may have a great power level and are capable of surviving in the wilds, I imagine, but I haven't sensed what you want, believe, or even have a depth of your surroundings all that well! However, you've got great potential to express this, and I think you know it too..."
He paused again, his gaze piercing into hers as he analyzed, his tone demanding, "You could've stayed on Earth, even when exiled for whatever reason that may be... For what reason do you run from yourself and others?"
Post by Tekuma Mayakon on Mar 16, 2017 2:49:31 GMT
Tekuma's expression was blank, watching the devil lean back and make a shape with his index finger. Explaining more about Plaro and Denim, as much as she didn't care the android for once kept her mouth shut. His questioning was getting uncomfortably deep, calling her what was equivalent to stupid by saying she failed in all 7 other fields of intelligence. This itself made her lean forwards and slam her hands on the table in anger, despite there only being an inkling of emotion.
"Are you calling me stupid, Alaistair? What do you mean I 'run'? I choose to go wherever the hell I damn well please. I could go to Arcose right now or Vegeta should I feel like it!"
Tekuma got angry, slamming her hand on the table as she became angrier. Alaistair tipped his head to her, stating, "I'm sure you can. Being a android and also having magical capabilities, I'm sure you can go wherever you want... But you want to know something?"
Alaistair's piercing gaze didn't stop as he paused once more. He leaned in towards her, telling her in a loud whisper, "You're not stupid... You're well aware of yourself and you're aware of others, too. You're afraid, and you know it! Afraid of the unknown, of change! That fear makes you one thing and will remain that way until: Ignorant."
Post by Tekuma Mayakon on Mar 16, 2017 3:18:47 GMT
Tekuma's teeth were gritted in anger, sinking her fingers into the metal and subsequently breaking some of it. The piercing gaze was unnerving, telling her in a rather loud whisper. "IGNORANT? AFRAID? EXPLAIN HOW I'VE SAVED OCARIIN CITY FROM A GIANT OOZARU! I'm perfectly fine with change, you're just reading too much into something that is already laid out in plain sight."
"Mmm, so you do feel emotion," Alaistair replied to the angry android, before pointing to the ruined metal chair, "However, do you see my point?"
His gaze didn't cease and he didn't shift from the coffee table he was leaning upon. He challenged her, his voice calm and low as his hands and fingers were woven together, "Prove me wrong. If you're not afraid or ignorant, then look me in the eyes and talk to me like a person you should be! Little half-breed, talk to me like an adult, before you start thrashing about."