Post by Shemha on May 24, 2017 16:37:08 GMT
| Memories of a Dead Master |
|SHEMHA'S BASE PL: 248,862|
SHEMHA'S CURRENT PL: 4,023,368
|GAIN BONUSES: GRAVITY X120||PL MULTIPLIERS: EVIL/GOOD MAJIN W/ BULKING (x16P)|
Meridia couldn’t believe it…Shemha was just…gone! In the past she witnessed the Majin recover from grievous wounds or from large parts of her body being obliterated, but never before had she seen the woman overtaken completely by an attack. Still above Samba in the observation box, she was actually in a bit of shock. Instinct screamed that she rush the wolf and pummel him into the ground, avenge the unexpected death of her friend, but her disbelief left her frozen in place. In the end, that was a good thing, the demon not able to do something irreversible.
While her friend and sparring partner suffered from the aftereffects of the unexpected outcome, Shemha experienced a very different sensation. Unique to her kind, she lived through the experience of having her body ripped apart cell by cell. It hurt, there was no doubt, but at a point in the process the pain faded and with it what was normally considered consciousness. Aware she lived, the experience was akin to an out of body one, as if she stepped back from the material plane into some other place. As powerful as her regenerative qualities were, they still took several seconds to kick in during this sort of scenario. During that time it was as if her soul floated on its own. Was that what it felt like to die?
Shemha wasn’t awarded the time to contemplate or even the presence of mind to delve deep into the thought as she felt a sudden tug. In the empty crater that the others assumed marked her grave, red blobs became visible. At first only a few dotted the area, but then more took shape. The molecules that remained continued to cluster, rebuilding cells and then reshaping into tissue. Over the next second or two the pace quickened, the small blobs fusing into larger chunks.
Meridia, despite herself, gasped at the suddenness of it all before a smile stretched over her face. She knew what was happening now.
Several seconds later the growing blob of bubblegum like matter stretched, reaching up to a height of 6’2” and retaking the form Samba was familiar with. Lastly, her features and clothing rushed to the surface and with a small pop, her eyes shot open.
”Seems I underestimated you Samba and that technique of yours. That hurt.” She said with a roll of her neck as if working out kinks. It had hurt, beyond anything she felt before, yet here she stood. The grin on her lips said it all, she was proud of herself for taking the blast full on and living. This only justified the growing confidence the Majin had in her durability.
About to compliment him further on the master of the Kikoho, something slammed into her side.
Meridia’s arms wrapped around the Majin in a tight hug, nearly tackling her off her feet in all the excitement. Not much for physical embraces, but caring little for personal space, Shemha took it with a small smile. She may not be a hugger, but she appreciated the sentiment. Thinking someone might actually miss her if she was to perish did warm her just a little.
”Easy Meridia.” Shemha almost chuckled as she staggered a step under the assault. Not expressing any hard feelings, Samba could relax now considering he hadn’t actually murdered the first potential student he fought against since acquiring his title.
OOC NOTES: Shemha lives!