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Post by Cushaw on Apr 14, 2017 20:52:10 GMT
Base PL: 4,526 | Thread PL: N/A ------------------------------ Cushaw had spent the last 24 hours in a state of delirium, with her leg jammed in the metaphorical revolving door of consciousness. The stars racing past her space-pod at hyperspeed seared their trails across the inside of her brain. Her empty stomach felt like it was glued to the roof of her mouth. Her body, almost utterly dehydrated, felt like it was slowly crumbling into coarse powder. The wound in her side was a black and roiling flame. In short, she was half-dead, closer to shuffling off the mortal coil than she'd ever found herself before.
She'd survived the defeat of the rebellion and the breaking mines, and after all that, it semed she was going to die in a rusty bucket in the middle of space, simply because her body couldn't handle any more torture.
A stuttering beep beep beep, however, seemed to insist that her fortunes were changing. Cushaw forced her crusty eyes open, and saw that the the dark horizon was gradually being filled up by an amber marble, streaked with yellow dust-clouds.
Konats. She'd made it.
Soon the arid world filled the circular window of her space pod. Vast terracotta deserts and iron-red seas unfolded before her eyes. It was a bleak and desolate view, but for the skin of a second, it made Cushaw forget everything - hunger, thirst, pain, everything. The hard yellow rock before her held the promise of freedom. For the first time in her life, she would set foot on ground that the shadow of the Empire had never darkened. Whether she lived or died on this planet, Cushaw's would be the only hand that spun the wheel of her fate.
But something was wrong. The pod wasn't initiating the regular landing protocol. Through the dark fog that still stifled her thoughts, Cushaw felt a sick horror rising in the pit of her starved stomach. By now, the spacecraft should be making the necessary adjustments to enter the stratosphere and proceed to a smooth landing, but no such thing seemed to be happening. In fact, the automated messages seemed to have shut off completely. It was dark inside the pod, now. Whatever spark of operability had managed to keep the rickety thing going so far had finally given up the ghost.
And unless she was much mistaken, she was about to hit the stratosphere right about --
There was a roar of flame and fried circuits in the skies above Konats, a shriek of tortured metal, as the pod broke through the stratosphere and plunged towards the desert, like a shooting star in broad daylight. Its descent seemed to last an eternity and the shadow of a second, all at the same time. Then, with an almighty crash that rattled and shattered the badland earth, the pod made its final landing.
It took several minutes for the dust to settle. When the desert debris finally parted, it unveiled a crater, perhaps four feet deep and three times as wide, with the gutted carcass of what had once been a space pod set squarely in its middle, looking for all the world like a conked-out pearl perched in half a crusty clam.
There was a long silence, which eventually broken by an insistent hammering that seemed to grow increasingly louder and more desolate. Then, with one last tortured creak, the door of the pod came flying clean off its hinges. Blackened, fumbling fingers clutched at the doorway, and heaved. What emerged from the pod was an utter wreck of what had once been a proud Kabochan rebel - bruised, battered, and singed almost to the bone. And yet, against all the odds, still alive.
For now, anyway.
Cushaw made it just two steps out of the pod before collapsing. Her fingers clawed at the dirt. Her parched mouth struggled to form syllables.
"Water," she managed eventually. "Water."
But there was no-one around to hear. Above her head, the sun burned mercilessly in the desert sky. Carrion birds, smelling a feast, were beginning to circle.
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Post by Plato on Apr 15, 2017 16:55:56 GMT
Powerlevel:203,821 Plato eyes wandered the sky his fingers pounding against the ground. He was not in the city, he just needed to relax and be away from all the carnage. So many died because he had waited. If he had been faster if he had been stronger or perhaps he convinced walker to not overthrow him. He closed his eyes feeling the Ki of those on the planet. Compared to before it felt so less. Far less then what it has once been. Then Another Ki entered a far larger one then the average Konstain heading towards the planet’s surface. A pod perhaps, had those Saiyans sent someone to invade the world. No, it felt far too weak to be that. Plato got up Ki surging around his body as he rushed over to the location of the powerlevel looking up to see the large fireball flying towards the ground and crashing down. If anyone was inside that thing they were problem killed yet. They were not. The Ki was faint yes but whoever was inside was still alive. He pondered if he should go help them and decided to at least check it out it could not hurt. If they were on the brink of death they would prove no threat if they tried to harm him. He shot through the sky landing in front of the wreckage his eyes wandering as he spotted a woman lying on the ground crawling and saying the words water. Plato floated above before slowly descending landing in front of the woman looking up at the birds that circled the woman. He pulled out some water kneeling forward, "Drink." He said calmly looking at the woman, "Welcome to konats." Whoever she was, she had a long journey perhaps she had been in some sort of fight before this or been fleeing he doubted this was someone heading over to invade the planet.
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Post by Cushaw on Apr 15, 2017 18:32:48 GMT
Base PL: 4,526 | Thread PL: N/A ------------------------------ Cushaw's ears were full of the sound of her own ragged breathing, and the descending cries of the carrion creatures overhead. She tried to dig deep within herself for what crumbs of strength she had left, tried to dredge up one last effort to haul herself out of this death trap, but there was none. It was all spent. Her life force was leaking steadily out of the wound in her side. She'd managed to make it thus far, but soon enough, it would be curtains for her. This dried-up speck of shit in the middle of nowhere was about to become her grave.
It was almost funny. She might have laughed if it weren't for the pain.
But just as she was about to give up and lie still, a shadow fell over Cushaw, blocking out the sun. She could hear breathing, muffled but steady. Not her own. She wasn't alone - someone had found her. Friend or foe, it didn't matter anymore. Death seemed as equally welcoming a prospect as shelter and life, right about now. Drawing on reserves she knew she didn't have, Cushaw managed to lift her head. One eye cracked open in her soot-covered face.
The sight that greeted her was like something out of a nightmare. An outlandish figure stood before Cushaw, silhouetted against the merciless midday sun. From head to toe, it seemed to be clad in robes of a hellish red. The armored gauntlets on the hands that protruded from the flaring sleeves of the robe were tipped with predatory claws. A smooth metal mask, featureless but for two blank holes where the eyes should have been, gazed down at her from the depths of a crimson hood.
Cushaw let out a hollow groan. She'd never been one to think much on the existense of an afterlife and what might await her there, but if someone had told her she would escorted to the fires of Hell by demons for her misdeeds, she might have imagined something similar to the robed figure.
There didn't seem to be a lot of hellfire happening, though. For the time being at least. The figure was kneeling before her, proferring something with its hands, a container of some sort, along with the instruction to drink. Cushaw didn't think twice. She pushed herself up on her elbows and pressed her lips to the mouth of the container. As it was tilted upwards, sweet, blessed water poured into her parched mouth.
Cushaw gulped it down greedily. Had someone told her it was poison, she wouldn't have cared or stopped. It was the most delicious thing she could remember tasting in all her life. But she'd been too greedy, and some of the water went down the wrong pipe. She broke away, coughing and spluttering, hacking out a lungful of black smoke. Before long, though, Cushaw was back up and drinking again, and if the masked figure allowed it, she would drain the container down to the last drop.
Panting and spluttering, Cushaw dropped back down, and managed to roll herself onto her back. Her eyes screwed shut against the glare of the sun. The full extent of the leaking wound in her side would now be plain for the stranger to see, as was the prisoner brand etched into the flesh of her breastbone: Y-692. Dimly, she heard the same voice that had commanded her to drink, still echoing with the metallic reverb of the mask, welcoming her to Konats.
"Screw... Konats," Cushaw hissed, in a broken husk of a voice. "I've been on Konats five minutes... and the bastard planet is gonna kill me."
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Post by Plato on Apr 15, 2017 21:54:59 GMT
She drank all his water the Konstain nodding his head looking down his eyes narrowing at the wound that was down her back leaking blood with some sort of code on her breastbone. He didn't know what it was for though the wound was something he should focus on. He knelled over looking at the woman, "Well you’re the person who was in a fiery hunk of metal that crashed onto Konats." Plato shifted his hand it above her wound looking at how bad it was. He really was no medical expert but he did know someone who could help her heal that being Alistair. With that Pod of his that could heal wounds it would be something he'd want to check out. For now he needed to find something to use as makeshift bandages so she didn't bleed out before they were able to reach the Loft. He got to his feet. "Your wound does not look all that pleasant I’m sorry for first experiences on Konats things could have been a lot worse I was surprised anyone survived that crash." He said trying to act if it was a great feat though if he had been in that pod he'd problem be unharmed by the impact. Then again, he was far more powerful than the average warrior. Though indeed based on the Ki he could sense, she was not weak either. He could see how she was able to live through such a crash and with such a wound. He pulled off some of the cloth of his cloak wrapping it around her wound, "Making sure you don't bleed out I know someone that can help you live through this." He said looking at the woman, "If you wish to come with me of course I won't force you." He said trying to sound as calm as possible. She didn't seem to have a lot of time and he had no reason to just let her die. What had she done that would let it be worth killing her while she was already one foot in the grave.
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Post by Cushaw on Apr 15, 2017 22:30:43 GMT
Base PL: 4,526 | Thread PL: N/A ------------------------------ The water helped. Cushaw might be as an ant before a dragon in comparison to the Konatsian that had come to her rescue, power-wise, but Kabochans were built to last. The long torment of the mines had not broken her, it had made her lean and tough, like leather. After the events of the last 24 hours, she was reaching the end of a long, rapidly fraying rope. Yet the gift of water had granted her enough strength to seize onto that rope with both hands, even as her body was gradually starting to die on her. To what end, she didn't know yet. It could well be that she was just prolonging the inevitable.
She tensed up as the Konatsian's gauntleted hand brushed aside the bloodied rags to look at her wound, but the stranger was careful not to touch the injury. Still, Cushaw could barely allow herself to breathe. Death might come swift and sudden on the points of those talons. She could wind up gutted like a clam before she knew it. Maybe that wouldn't be so bad. It'd be a damn sight quicker and easier than the present alternative.
Yet it didn't seem as if the stranger intended her any harm, for the time being. Cushaw stifled a painful laugh as he commented that her injury didn't look pleasant. "It's not... a barrel of laughs on my end either, pal." Things could have been a lot worse, he said. They could have been a damn sight better, in Cushaw's opinion, though she had to concede the point. Surviving an impact like that was pretty brutal odds. When the space pod had erupted into flames as it breached the stratosphere, she'd been convinced she was going to die. "Not as surprised... as me, I'll tell ya."
Speaking of surprises, it took Cushaw a few moments to register the fact that the stranger had draped part of his cloak over her wound to staunch the bleeding. Struggling to maintain her grip on consciousness, she tried to make sense of what was happening here. Kindness and charity were considered at best peculiar among the peoples of the Saiyan Solar Empire, and the mines hadn't exactly taught Cushaw to be trustful of other folk. She was still trying to digest Origan's self-sacrifice in order to free the other prisoners. Why this masked wanderer should want to help out a burnt-up carcass like her was beyond Cushaw's ken.
At any rate, he seemed to be sincere, even earnestly advising her not to bleed out before he could get her help. Cushaw bared her teeth in the closest she could manage to a sardonic grin. "Shit. I've been bleedin' out for a day and two nights. Can probably handle a few more minutes." Bravado, at a time like this? Maybe that wasn't so stupid, though. She couldn't remember having a reason to laugh for a long, long time. The least she could do was laugh at her own impending death.
It seemed she was being presented with a choice. From the sound of it, the Konatsian - she assumed it was a Konatsian, a local, underneath the mask - had no intention of forcing her to come with him if she'd rather remain her. If she'd rather die in the dirt like an insect. Cushaw struggled to ponder the dilemma. Could she trust this man? If she couldn't, did it matter? In some ways, Cushaw was blessed with a lack of imagination. There was an infinity of possible alternatives here, a million ways in which her existence might be spun out in the most agonizing and humiliating fashion possible by anyone with a mind to do it. But none of that even occurred to Cushaw. The choice was cut and dry.
"Worst case..." Her words were cut off by another hacking cough. By the time it subsided, Cushaw's voice was barely a whisper. "Worst case, I'm dead either way." The Kabochan let her eyes droop shut.
"Kill me or help me. Just do what you're gonna do."
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Post by Plato on Apr 16, 2017 0:39:19 GMT
He nodded along as she said she had that wound for a long time. A day and two nights for a wound like that she seemed to be quite durability to say the least. His problem would have died if he had been left with such a wound with the prospect of being thrown to the ground at hypersonic speeds by a fiery pod. "Don't worry it won't take that long to get my friend he problem just on the other side of the planet." He said calmly as he waited to see if she wanted to come and her answer came soon enough. She gave him the option to kill her or help her. Of course if he wanted to kill her he would not have arrived in the first place. "What type of question is that if I wanted you dead the environment would have done that job for me?" He said as he picked the Kabochan up putting her on his shoulder making sure to lay her so her wound was facing the sky so that he'd not make it worse by bashing his shoulder into her wound. That sounded fun for but he was not going to do that to her, because well he was not some being who enjoyed the suffering of others. She was already in enough pain and he didn't need to make it any worse. He began to float up slowly as he began to speak again, "I'm going to move at near my max speed soon enough but tell me when you’re ready as well, were going to be going very fast and I am going to only have one hand on." He moved a hand though he didn't place it. He understood his problem under his mask it growing quite red. He'd never actually had held someone of the opposite gender even it was here to carry them to safety. He didn't know where to put his hand without it being kind of wired. He turned back coughing into one his hands, "I am unsure where I should put my hand to have the best grip to keep you from not flying into oblivion if I am going to carry you." He said trying to keep the weirdness out of his voice. He was pretty embarrassed he had to ask where he should put his hand but hopefully he'd get an answer and not make it any odder then it needed to be.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 16, 2017 4:52:25 GMT
Meanwhile, out in the center of the desert while Plato took care of the injured Kabochan a certain woman with lilac hair would find herself out in the desert in its blistering heat. She wore her usual attire of black, kimono-style robes with a purple obi and her normal green and white sneakers. This lady named Denim sweat slightly as she felt the sun glow upon her pale white skin. She had just started running when she felt Plato's massive energy and a slightly weaker one and came to a halt one mile into her jog. She knew if she continued further then where she stood Plato might be in range of her within 200-300 feet. The problem was he was carrying something which was odd; something that felt humanoid based on the energies she sensed around him and it. She felt the need to investigate but decided first to contact a dear friend. Alaistair... I was in the middle of training before I shipped off this rock, and you know what, I found this place's new king carrying someone in the desert I think. I know it's rude to spy and I bet he can sense me, but I thought you should know. Want to come check it out? I'm all alone here and a little concerned.The voice Denim went for would sound a bit tense, whiny though and a little scared. She didn't like Plato for her own reasons and to feel the energy of him carrying around another person was odd. Kings didn't do that usually and she felt someone like him might be preoccupied with papers or counselors in his city. It wasn't like she knew much about monarchies but they were always depicted that way, plus the way Plato acted naturally made her at times feel he never helped people without reason that likely benefited him eventually. Well, maybe she made that last part up, yet it didn't matter. Something was wrong. AlaistairThread PL: 81,630 PL
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Post by Alaistair on Apr 16, 2017 5:29:51 GMT
(Thread PL: 218,544) (Current PL: Full) "Be careful with that," Alaistair's commanding voice shouted out to a group of workers at a Construction site he was overseeing, "That beam of metal will crush you if don't move it carefully!"The group nodded, as they'd been strapping on bands, like in the old days of civilization where things were done by hand, with more primitive pulley based machines being used instead of magnetic ships to lift them up. The destruction Breech left in the wake of his supposed death had been leaving Ocariin City with a lack of modern age electromagnetic lifts! They had to use cranes, as they did back in the pre 1000s, an old style of technology that to this day was still effective. "Alright, that's good! Send her up!"Alaistair signalled the crane operator to get the metal beam rising. The machine came to life, and as he did, Denim's voice entered his head. She sounded timid, and a bit as though she were complaining about Plato, who'd been not far from her. It'd been some time since he'd been with the darling woman, but the curious, and admittedly concerning thought about Plato being out in the desert, on the other side of the planet and carrying someone was something he couldn't avoid. Ambassador Alaistair had been dressed in his black vest and scarf, with a white dress shirt underneath that had its sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He also wore a pair of brown leather pants and black boots, with a black and white construction helmet on his head like the workers there! The Devil looked to the one of the overseers of the site nearby, ordering him and giving him his helmet, "Make sure things go smoothly! I've to go meet with his Majesty. An urgent matter has come up! And don't cheat your way through this or else we're gonna have to start ALL OVER AGAIN."The overseer nodded to the Ambassador Devil, getting some of the workers on their lunchbreak moving to get this seven story building made. Alaistair floated up, responding to Denim, and also contacting Plato, "I overheard you guys need assistance with something... I sense a third person with you, so I'll be on my way over there right now!"He flew like a whirlwind towards Denim and Plato, reaching their location on the other side of the planet in a mere minute! He'd first spot Denim, in her black kimono, purple obi, and sneakers. He landed next to her, approaching on foot behind and wrapping his hand around the back of her waist, as he stood next to and greeted her in a calming tone. "Hello, my dear," he spoke to her with a smile, "What is the situation here?"Alaistair looked toward the distant Plato, seeing that he was indeed carrying someone on his back... Was the King playing this person's savior? He peered back to Denim, telling her, "It'll be alright. Let's help the King out."( Cushaw Good day! Hope you don't mind the intrusion!)
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Post by Cushaw on Apr 16, 2017 10:28:21 GMT
Base PL: 4,526 | Thread PL: N/A ------------------------------ At first, Cushaw wasn't sure she'd heard right. The delirium and the pain of her injuries must be playing tricks on her ears. It sounded like the man in the mask was saying that whoever he was taking her to was on the other side of the planet. Unfortunately, though, it seemed like she'd heard correctly, and the man was entirely serious. Cushaw hacked out another painful laugh. "So just a hop... and a friggin' skip away, huh?"
But her laughter died in her throat. Not because of the pain, but because the masked Konatsian had just lifted her over his shoulder as if weighed little more than a feather. Even starved and worn down by the mines, Cushaw was still no lightweight. She stood at well over six feet in height, all of it packed with lean, hard muscle. If this guy could lift her with such effortless ease, maybe he possessed speed to match. Maybe he was capable of reaching the other side of the planet in a flash.
What was more, he had to be incredibly powerful. Just what kind of planet was this, anyway?
Right on cue, the Konatsian informed her that he was about to fly off at a massive speed. This hardly seemed to bode well. Crash-landing into a planet amid the wreckage of broken-down space pod was one thing. Zipping through the air at supersonic speeds with nothing but a stranger's arm around her was another. But once again, it wasn't as if Cushaw had any better options. "Just... get on with it," she groaned. "I'm kinda running out of time here."
But the Konatsian seemed to be having some trouble. She could feel him adjusting his grip, as if he couldn't make up his mind what he was doing. Then the question came, and once again Cushaw thought she couldn't have heard right. Of all the... This was what he was worried about? "Are you... shitting me right now? What part of I'm dying... didn't you get?" she rasped, craning her head to look at him incredulously. But the mask looked no more expressive upside-down than right-side-up.
Cushaw groaned in disgust, and turned her eyes back to the sky overhead again. "Ugh. Just use my friggin' hip... as a handhold if you have to."
From the perspective of an observer, it should be abundantly clear by now that, unlike Plato and the two other individuals that were currently approaching his position, Cushaw could not sense energy signatures. Otherwise, the presence of three power levels that vastly dwarfed her own would have offered cause for concern, to say the least.
(No problem! I'm happy for people to join. Guess our posting order now goes me, Plato, @misfortune, Alaistair.)
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Post by Plato on Apr 16, 2017 18:19:18 GMT
"Yes I know your dying." He muttered to himself. Why didn't he think of it sooner this had become the only time he had held someone in general for what...17 years? The Konstain looked at the woman nodding, "Alright I’ll grab your hip." He said as he moved his hand holding onto her hip and was about to fly off then he felt the Ki signature of Denim. He snapped his head looking in the direction of Denim his eyes like daggers as he yelled out, "If you’re around make yourself seen Denim." He said as he looked at the Kabochan on his shoulder. "She just one of my allies well sort of it is a long story and we don't have time for those." He said as he began to lift off the ground. Then Alistair voiced snapped into his head telling him that someone had let him know he needed help. Of course it was Denim regardless he used telepathy back to talk with Alistair, "No I really didn't just someone crashed their pod their wounded so I was going to bring them over to the loft to get them to your medical stuff like that fancy healing chamber." He said calmly as he looked at Cushaw making sure she didn't die while he was just sitting there well floating there. Alistair Ki got close seemed he had already arrived as looked at Cushaw as he began to fly though he keep it slow for the time being to gauge if this was too fast or too slow, "This speed causing too much damage?" He was going maybe 100 miles per hour so he was not going all that fast for super beings like themselves. He had to make sure to not open any more wounds or make her current wound any worse. While he always had to watch for Denim and Alistair for trying anything to make him lose focus and drop her as well. He was only holding her hip there were problem better area to hold to keep a good grip like around her back or maybe hold her bridal style but he was too embarrassed to do that.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 16, 2017 23:57:05 GMT
It didn't take long for Denim to start into a short run and literally jump into the air fifty feet above him. She landed on the ground before him three seconds later, having crossed the two hundred yards between them easily, and smiled at him. There appeared to be a woman on his back. Denim blushed at the sight of Plato lifting a strange woman off the ground and onto his back for its awkwardness. He seemed to speak of an injury she had and this caused Denim to respond vocally, "Well, seems like you already know what to do here... Alaistair's got a big place so head there, and um, I can't really judge you if this is truly an emergency. I came here to train but I might as well help you out." She hadn't realized though that Plato had spoken to Alaistair already though since his telepathy was only directed at him for the time being. He intended to head there from the beginning. When both Plato and his patient were in the air and speeding off at high speed she looked back at Alaistair and shouted, "He seems to not be causing trouble! I thought he might be but for now let's follow. I like it when I find new people to hang out with on occasion. And whoever he's got there looks interesting." She rose into the air herself with her levitation powers and managed to keep pace with his 100 mph flight speed by catching up to his speed with a 160 mph flight speed. She almost overtook him doing this, however, as she got in range of his white locks and the humanoid passenger on his back she slowed down in order to keep pace with him. Once she was side-by-side with him she asked, "Are you sure you want to carry this woman? She looks pretty big for whatever kind of woman she is. I... Well, I can ease up your troubles of having to do so by increasing my power and hauling her the rest of the way. She looks really lopsided on your back and uncomfortable." She didn't understand why Plato didn't carry her in both his arms. If she passed out he'd have to dive down and likely catch her before she went splat on the desert sands. It was safer to perform a bridal carry then let her hang onto his back. She also looked to be the taller type of woman her seemingly lean muscular arms might accidentally attempt to strangle him too if she got scared during this transport. It wasn't really good for either of them. She only hoped Alaistair might follow soon to make this simpler. She wasn't on good terms with Plato.
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Post by Alaistair on Apr 17, 2017 1:52:45 GMT
Denim seemed to agree and took a leap forward after a short jump! Alaistair approached soon after in a similar manner, after Plato called to Denim to show up, and a telepathic message sent to Alaistair too. They were already on the move, but from what Alaistair could see about Plato's carrying her, he was nervous that he'd be going too fast and start to hurt the girl! He was holding her hip as she was draped over his shoulder. Bloodstained clothes and peeling skin on this person told Alaistair, and was confirmed too by the King, that she'd been injured and dehydrated for a bit. Denim offered to carry her, as they approached the city as this speed. Alaistair half frowned, thinking aloud, "It's not a matter of if Plato can or cannot carry her. She's injured, and has lost lot of both hydration and blood. We can go much faster than this... Have to, actually! Miss, I will need you to speak to us, so we know you're not falling unconscious during this. Can you manage?"(Keeping this post short. Cushaw your go!)
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Post by Cushaw on Apr 17, 2017 13:07:15 GMT
Base PL: 4,526 | Thread PL: N/A ------------------------------ Cushaw was phasing in and out of consciousness again. The black tendrils that crept and writhed over her vision would part every so often would part every so often to admit a glimmer of light, but only briefly. Dimly, as if it were happening to someone else in another time, she felt herself being lifted up into the air as Plato levitated above the ground. She thought she imagined him speaking or shouting at some unseen third person, but she couldn't be sure. Eventually, though, he seemed to address her, and as luck would have it, it was during one of her brief spells of consciousness.
The Kabochan cracked open a crusted eyelid as she listened to Plato's explanation. An ally? Someone else was approaching? Cushaw groaned. She hadn't been on this planet for five minutes, and already she was attracting more attention than she wanted. Living was turning out to be an even bigger hassle than dying, especially if they kept getting held up by delays like this. When the Konatsian commented that they didn't have time for longer stories, Cushaw couldn't help but snarl, though she knew the effort of sarcasm was eating away at her remaining strength. "Ya... think, huh?"
She had more to say, but the breath was knocked clean out of her lungs as Plato launched into supersonic flight. It was speed such as Cushaw had never experienced before outside of a vehicle, and without a solid wall of steel between her and the air battering her face and torso, the experience wasn't half as pleasant. By the time Plato came to a halt to ask if the speed was hurting her, Cushaw had already blacked out again, and was in no shape to respond.
When he finally came to once more, there were two more people on the scene. Cushaw found herself staring at the upside-down figures of a slender silver-haired woman and some kind of horned creature with brick-red skin. From the sound of things, they all seemed to be in the middle of debating how she was to be carried and how fast they should go.
Cushaw shut her eyes again in disgust. It was undignified enough being carried over this red-robed freak's shoulder like a sack, without even more people turning up to gawk. "You gotta be... friggin' kidding me!" she growled, but her words collapsed into a mess of coughs and splutters before they could escape her mouth.
This seemed to be the horned creature's cue to speak to her. Cushaw turned her head towards him as far as she could. Can you manage, he was asking her. She just might die before reaching the rejuvenation tank or whatever they had planned for her, beause they were concerned for her well-being. The irony was enough to make her choke. Cushaw gritted her teeth before spitting out an answer. "The speed might kill me... or it might not. My wound'll kill me for sure. I know which one... I wanna take a chance on!"
Cushaw cursed a long, hoarse streak in Kabochan, before switching back to a language the other three would understand. "Whatever you do, don't let this idiot bury me," she said hoarsely, jerking her head at Plato. "He'll probably be so embarrassed... he won't even manage to roll me into the grave."
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Post by Plato on Apr 17, 2017 23:34:14 GMT
He heard the flight of Denim moving quite fast towards him Denim voice snapping into the air as she spoke to him asking if he needed help. Plato keeps flying complete ignoring the woman. He had no intention of worrying about what she had to see. He could go faster but he was testing things out making sure she was going to live. He was not trying to kill her as he flew. He turned his head as he keeps flying looking right towards where Alistair chamber was. "I don't need your help." He said calmly as he stopped for a brief moment looking at the woman before he sensed another high powerlevel. Just his luck they were all heading over. Seemed that he going and helping this woman had lead for more people to arrive. He clenched his teeth looking at the two as his hand still grasped at the Kabochan hip. "I can and will go faster..." He said looking at Alistair and Denim. "It called making sure you is not going too fast and killing her I’m not trying to get blood on my hands." Plato snapped at the two, they didn't need to come. He looked over to where the city was air rushing in his face as he looked at the woman on his shoulder who was speaking about he'd be too embarrassed to carry her. He moved his hands grabbing her Bridal style so one hand was around under her back and the other was under her legs. The Konstain was burning up under his mask but he could move faster if he stopped worrying about dropping her. He had enough pride to not allow her to make jabs at him and the others try to help him. He had already used their help to get a throne back he couldn't stomach much more of that.
Smoke began to rush behind Plato as he looked at the Kabochan. "19 years that is the last time I held someone in my arms take it how you want to take it." He said before blasting off max speed towards the city while holding the woman in his arms heading over to Alistair loft. "I'm heading to the loft Alistair I refuse to let you two do something I was doing for myself, I let your lot take a throne but if I can't even take one person to your loft then what am I?" He telepathically said to Alistair as he keeps flying towards the Loft as Max Speed. He was going to get their as fast as he could for two reasons. To save her and rid of the embarrassment he was feeling at the moment. He made sure to keep his eye on her just in case it proved to be too fast and he’d kill her. He really wanted to keep a balance between speed and keeping her alive. It would be pointless to get their if she was dead when he got there.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2017 2:06:30 GMT
Denim simply listened to Plato and Cushaw's answers to her. She grit her teeth for a moment at Plato, but then wanted to respond, however, he totally started denying her to option by flying way ahead of her again. The guy was an idiot. If the flight speed he was going to probably kill her and she knew that she was bleeding out then wouldn't it be smarter to stay in one place and bring the medical supplies to her?
Denim slapped her head against her forehead and then dashed off faster then she ever had before to get in front of the speedy alien. She managed to pull ahead of him for a moment by doubling her speed and performing a u-turn right in front of him to get him to stop. "You-you fool! We didn't take your planet you just haven't had your silly coronation that I don't want to attend!" She cried this aloud before spreading her arms in front of her.
"Aren't you an intelligent king or did not a soul teach you to use your head in situations! Have you ever heard of simply bringing medical supplies to someone you stupid oaf!?!" She didn't want to get on his bad side and even though she offered to carry the girl before, not even thinking this option through before herself, she'd done that then because she figured he might be reasonable and be willing to help her get help faster. She hadn't been unaware of her coughing and wavering voice and now she knew if she didn't enact a different kind of plan the only other woman she knew of on this planet besides Vennel, Kaza, and Tekuma was going to die.
She'd wanted to get to know this younger woman since her tone of voice and personality intrigued her. She had to keep Plato from acting stupid so she held out her right hand and uttered, "Either let me help you move the girl to Alaistair's loft or freaking think of the situation you're in, like a proper king, and know that you can solve this much better if you only had a Senzu bean. She put emphasis on that word for she had eaten them before and more often then not they'd recovered the few wounds she had from her own fights with Tekuma and others quite easily. Surely someone in their little group had one of those. Maybe Alaistair did since Plato wasn't coughing one of those up to simply hand her from the get go. Denim knew she didn't have one so if he had one for sure their problem would be solved. Otherwise, someone would have to go out of their way to get one quickly.
She wasn't going to let the new girl here die or eat her own words as her last meal. This woman deserved better despite how weak her energy was. Denim could feel her barely putting out a power of 5000 PL. She'd be cannon fodder even to her own ogre bodyguards or her daughter Silk. She honestly wondered how she survived so long but perhaps that's what made this whole scenario intriguing. Denim wanted to get this done fast so the girl could feel better, maybe indebted to her, and the results could give Denim a boon on a planet where she'd felt relatively worthless compared to Plato. Plato had taken out a freaking robot after all! It was with help, however, compared to him Denim knew she'd have been unable to put a scratch on any of the androids here if she was by herself. She'd already proven that though her ability to fight was great the only one she'd completely demolished here was her former lover and bodyguard Plaid for acting out of turn in that prior fight.
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