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Post by Alaistair on Apr 18, 2017 6:03:54 GMT
Alaistair tightened his lips as he nodded in response to the wounded woman. Plato, meanwhile, denied Denim's help, giving her what Alaistair could only describe as sass... Something he actually thought not possible for the Konatsian King! His body seemed to be literally smoking from the face. They were nearing the city, when Denim suddenly spurted out in front of him, trying to tell him to think smartly. The Devil stopped, looking at Denim with eyebrows raised, before pointing at the city beneath them. Plato went ahead of them, rushing over to the Loft to leave Denim and Alaistair alone a bit. "Denim sweetie, we're already here," Alaistair retorted, floating over to her, "I am in love with the fact you're offering to help, though. Plato's just... 'Embarrassed,' at the moment. Hell, she'd been making comments about his embarrassment too!"Alaistair nudged his head towards the Loft, asking her, "Why don't we head back to the Loft and get something to drink? Also food for the new girl, after she sits in the rejuvenation chamber for a bit?"(@misfortune comments to you. Cushaw, Plato, if you go ahead, know this about the Loft: Dozens upon dozens of people are going in and out of it. It's a more mild day, compared to other days of the week. The Rejuvenation chamber is located down the long hall from the foyer, the hall located in between the stairs and elevators, and to the right open room as soon as near the Gravity chamber door, THAT DOOR being circular and shape and locked by many movable parts. The Medical area has medical beds and one lone rejuvenation chamber in the far left corner when you look in, with control panels for each area in the center of the room. Got it? ![:D](//storage.proboards.com/5453652/images/glXidNvRGFaOigyANP0Q.png) )
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Post by Cushaw on Apr 18, 2017 11:51:41 GMT
Base PL: 4,526 | Thread PL: N/A ------------------------------ It seemed there was no end in sight for this circus. Every time it seemed they were about to get a move on, someone would call a halt and the inane bickering would start again. Cushaw was hardly enjoying being carried over Plato's shoulder as he dashed through the air at almighty speeds, but at least it was for the sake of taking her someplace where she might recover from her wounds. All this chit-chat accomplished was chipping away at what precious moments of life she still had left.
Though it hurt to form words, she forced herself to speak up again, if only to remind them all that she wasn't just an inarticulate parcel in a game of Monkey in the Middle. "Are all you jackasses... seriously gonna argue over who can rescue me better?" Cushaw's eyes fixed weakly in the general direction of the slender woman, who was admonishing Plato for not bringing medicine to the wounded Kabochan instead. "I mean, I ain't gonna lie... I'm with the two ladies on that one. Or... one lady?" Cushaw screwed her eyes shut, and groaned. "Dammit, I'm seeing double here."
She couldn't even begin to fathom what was going on between these three. Even in her current state, she could tell the tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. She had no idea why the masked man had gotten his back up the moment these two had shown up, but so far it seemed safe to assume he was prepared to let Cushaw die rather than accept help from them. Not that he said that outright, but that was the vibe she was getting. Honestly, it irritated Cushaw more than anything else.
At length, Plato seemed to take some of the girl's advice, adjusting his grip so that he was now carrying Cushaw bridal style. Admittedly, it was easier on the wound, but Cushaw was already feeling pretty undignified and this didn't help matters. She did not want to die being carried by a skinny dweeb in stupid robes like some kind of competition prize - maybe the competition for Worst Dresser - but she wasn't about to admit that to someone who thought this was the time to point out how long ago he'd last held a woman like this.
"I don't give two runny shits... when you last held someone, you freak!" Cushaw snarled. "Just get to wherever we're going.... before I decide to die, just to rid myself of your dumbass waffling!"
Dimly, she became aware of a general business in their immediate surroundings. Dozens, maybe hundreds of figures were skimming past them through the air. Where to or from, she couldn't see. Cushaw could only hope they had finally reached their destination.
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Post by Plato on Apr 19, 2017 0:13:57 GMT
Plato Keep flying not worrying about the two of them flying after him. They wanted to make sure the girl made it safe that was fine with him. What was not fine as Denim flew up and began to run her lip. She flew to get right in front of him as he looked her right in the eye His body bulking as a tail whipped out form his back to knock her to the side but not do any damage. He looked back at Denim as he keeps flying as if to say, "You want to try that again." He flew past her full force before his body turned to normal his transformation fading. Even that little of time reaching his max form was going to tire him at least a little but he was not going to stop for her. If she wanted to run in his way she'd learn fast that was not a good idea. Only a couple days removed that his people were hurt badly by his failures he would not be taking any crap from any of them. Alistair perhaps seeing as Alistair was there to help him but from the others it was no. His voiced still deepened from transform said something to himself though Cushaw who was in his arms would most likely hear if she didn't knock out. "Pest." He said calmly as the woman began to yell and scream at you.
He turned looking at denim with the look of someone who really didn't have any time for it. "I was in the area you want me to fly back and get supplies and find a corpse that sounds like a great idea, give me a break." He said as he keeps flying ignoring the rest of her speech as he really didn't care. Of course the woman in his arms had to say something he looking down as she said she was right on something denim. Problem something about keeping her alive with medical supplies, "Unless you want your soul torn in two my healing artifacts are not going to be fun I’ll tell you that." He said in his head ignoring the two of them as he was focused on just getting her to the chamber so you know she didn't die. It was kind of more important than hearing the woman denim run her lip off like she meant something. She was a pest and the only reason she lived was because Alistair enjoyed her company. He assumed so as he keep her around and was now talking her down as he finally was able to get away from them. He landed in front of the loft running down the halls as he ran past everyone some of the Konstain turning as they were confused why there king was running so fast with a foreign woman in his arms. He got to the end of the hall opening the door walking inside the chamber looking around to see the chamber in the back. He walked over looking over the buttons trying to figure this all out. Smoke began to rush out of his body as he molded them into hands to press the buttons to turn on the chamber before looking equipping the mask and those small buttons things as he dropped her in the chamber to let her get healed up.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 19, 2017 23:50:35 GMT
Denim growled at Plato. She feflt he had some points to reject her point on him leaving their new patient to get medical supplies but considering all of them could fly at the speed of jet engines easily, him more then her, how hard was it to travel even 1000 miles from this so-called "corpse" and then return to either feed her a Senzu Bean or provide medical care on the spot. It was far less of a hassle then carrying her, possibly killing her in flight, and then having to probably answer to King Yemma again for having killed someone if they all ever died again. "This world is shit..." she muttered to herself. She'd watch him go into the end of the hallway beyond the main room and though she knew there was a medical bay probably down that way she didn't dare follow the baka king. Instead, she turned to Alaistair and asked, "What's up with this place? We've been gone a day and you have made it fully functional. Where did you find the time to do that after we killed those angry, evil robots?" She then crossed her hands over her breasts and also asked in a much lower tone, "Um, also, where's your private quarters around here anymore I can't see them. I'm your girl friend right, so... while that girl, Ms. Cushaw, is asleep how about we take a walk there or have you give me a better tour of this place. Show me that room and/or a training area around here and I'll be golden." It'd probably be an hour maybe a few before Cushaw recovered. In that time she wanted to get far away from Plato for the time being, explore, and not have to talk to him. She also needed to train and do so quickly for knowing her luck this Cushaw girl would undergo a rigorous form off super training with them all and surpass her before she even had a chance to get stronger herself. If Alaistair could only point her in the right direction to either place she'd be ready to go and do what was necessary to at least boost her strength somewhat after what happened. She felt her battles from before had gotten her quite far but as a human she never seemed to gain anywhere near as drastic a power boost as those around her. She then held out her left hand after speaking these thoughts and hoped Alaistair was going to lead the way. Plato was likely to be busy doting over this new girl Cushaw. It'd been the reason in her opinion they'd not gotten here sooner since he wouldn't carry her like a real man would. It pissed her off that just because Ms. Cushaw was a woman she'd nearly died in the hands of this man. There wasn't anything she could do about it though considering that even the slightly provaction was going to get her put down by Plato at this time. She could sense that sort of aura about him. Alaistair
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Post by Alaistair on Apr 20, 2017 0:36:20 GMT
Denim and Alaistair caught up to Plato, Denim in particular being upset about this planet, but at the same time, she noticed Al had been busy! Alaistair looked around at the people going in and out, Alaistair explaining, "The work still needs time to complete, honestly. Breech's actions had personally set that back, technologically. However, it'll be completed eventually..!"The girl held her hand out, requesting a place to be with Alaistair, basically, forgetting where Alaistair rested. The Devil wrapped both hands around her waist to her back, telling her, "Top floor. I don't visit it often nowadays because of all the work. However, before we go visit it, I think we should console the King!"He paused a moment, looking down the hall and seeing he'd not been out of the room, before looking back and whispering to her in a comedic tone, "I don't think he knows how to be around a lady!""So, tell you what," Alaistair bargained, looking down to her, "Lets give him some advice first, get him a moment to rest in one of the rooms, and then you and I can reconvene up to the penthouse floor, so we can catch up. Just you and I!"( Cushaw your go!)
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Post by Cushaw on Apr 20, 2017 16:00:38 GMT
Base PL: 4,526 | Thread PL: N/A ------------------------------ By now, approximately ninety percent of what was transpiring around her was completely lost on Cushaw. Darkness had swallowed up the Kabochan's vision and all she could hear was an unwavering ringing in her ears. Occasionally, pinpricks of light and sound would break through, like distant winking stars on a dark night. For the most part, though, what meagr scraps of consciousness still remained seem to cling to the agony in her side, like limpets to a rock. The pain was slowly killing her, but at the same time, it had become the final anchor of her existence.
She couldn't even hear Plato anymore. His morose declaration that any healing instrument he might bring to task would tear her soul in two went over her head. Had she been conscious, Cushaw might tried to make a feeble joke, to the effect that she was starting to consider even something as extreme as that. But no matter. Even as part of her clung to the torment of life, another part of her had already given up the ghost. It wanted to die. It wanted to rest.
It whispered to her in the black mire of her mind. Everyone you know is dead or incarcerated. Your own mother spat in your face and cursed your name. To your homeworld, you're a traitor. There is nowhere in Imperial space where you won't be hunted down and gutted. You're an exile on a barren spit of rock that's been trying to kill you before you could even set foot on it.
Even if you survive, where will you go? What will you do? It's pointless. There's nothing. You're nothing. You're a hollow shell, like the rest of your race. Why not just slip away into the quiet? Why bother living?
Why not let it end?
But the answer blazed forth from the deepest pit of her being: Because fuck all of that.
Cushaw heard the tapping of keys and the whirr of complex machinery. She felt herself being released from Plato's grip. A cold respirator mask was placed over her nose and mouth. Additional wires were hooked to her temples as the pliable suction cups adhered to her skin. She heard the heavy, final thunk of the chamber door sealing tight. Warmth began to envelop her from the feet up as the rejuvenating liquid rose to her knees, her hips, her chest. Then it was over her head, filling the tank, and Cushaw was simply floating in the void as the pain grew increasingly distant.
And finally, she slept.
(Okay, Cushaw is finally in the tank and healing up. How do we play this out now? In my next post I can skip ahead a few hours or so, so we can RP what happens after she steps out of the tank. Let me know. Plato @misfortune Alaistair )
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Post by Plato on Apr 21, 2017 0:00:06 GMT
Plato headed out of the room as the liquid turning to sit out of the room. He didn't want to be there while she was recovering it seemed kind of odd to just stare at the woman while she was floating in that tank as the liquid covered her body. He let out a sigh it was finally over as he rubbed his forehead. He really didn't like carrying her but that was what he had to do. To save the woman he had to carry her to safety to get healed. He sat there waiting on the other side of the door as he pulled his mask red eyes staring at the wall to stare at him. Of course he was just staring at a wall that had nothing on it but that what he had become. He had truly become nothing in a sense. What was he going to try and do with his existence he wanted vengeance but how. He had a lot of bluster and he believed that the SSE needed to pay. Not just for konats but for the planet they ransacked and destroyed with that tree of might. Yet at the same time earth would no doubt be at their back. He was not going to fight the Saiyans alone he would have to fight Earth. Even if was just the SSE how would he and Alistair be able to defeat them. He could defeat a super saiyan with his eyes closed but what about a mastered super saiyan or those next level super Saiyans. For the next couple hours he sat their next to the door just thinking with his mask off with his face looking like a burned white husk with skin peeling and ripped. He'd have to figure out how to fix this he had given all it up for power and he was still too weak.
The hours seem to pass him thought and thought trying to figure out what he could do. The sound of the rumbling of the chamber filled his ears he placing a hand on his chin thinking. There had to be a way he could defeat them. He was never going to be strong enough to defeat someone like walker so what was he supposed to do. Sure Walker was dead and he didn't have to worry about him but on the other hand there were others as powerful as walker such as that Bing. He could perhaps try and get an alliance blockade the planets keep them low on resources. He supposed it was possible but he'd need a lot of ships and he didn't have a lot of ships. He could assassinate the queen of the Saiyans but how? Zuc was very powerful not as powerful as walker but stronger than he was to be sure. Maybe he could expo. He paused. The king looked up getting to his feet. That might actually work; expose what the SSE had did to his homeworld sending it warriors to invade. It was worth a shot after all, the earth had many warriors he assumed like Etoru who were not happy with what the sse were and did in the past. If he showed they were still trying to conquer worlds then he could prove the treaty earth made was well, void and maybe some would fight the SSE. Even if it didn't work maybe it'd be bring the SSE in way to the tables to talk perhaps correct their mistakes and that give him leverage in some deal. He has to iron out the plan but he'd figure that out another time. For now he waited as he slid his mask back on his face no one needed to see him like this.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2017 2:29:10 GMT
Denim looked up at the demon Alaistair while her eyes were filled with mirth. She was hoping to have a fun time with him in the lovely restaurant's upper hotel floors. Sadly, based on the fact he stated Breech delayed some of his building of the place and they now had to deal with this new girl Denim wondered if this plan of hers was ever going to come to fruition. Alaistair didn't sound like he was opposed to it as he wrapped his arms around her, told her where his private room was, and asked her to console Plato after looking down the hallway. She didn't want to do that! She went to making this apparent by puffing up her cheeks and breathing out slowly with a sense of nervousness in her voice, "That man doesn't like me one bit. You can already see that, right? If you don't get your eyes checked because he absolutely hates me for wanting to take over his planet before. I'm-I'm not saying it's a bad idea to try though I doubt the animosity we share will ever leave either of us." She wrapped her arms now tightly around his waist and demanded, "I don't want to talk to the man either right now because for a king he seems too sulky especially since he's got what he wanted which is this entire planet. Make him help finish repairing this place and ask him to place a laser canon on top of it or something of that nature so people don't get the idea to flatten this building whenever the next invaders come." Denim had seen from her date before Alaistair had put a lot of money into this place. It was his property and Plato was definitely only here as guest because of the injured girl. If he acted like the tyrant she was sure she'd heard people rant about on occasion of, well, there was no promise the place was going to last long unless he secured it better. Dorian and the other servants she was sure she'd been around here with were not the fighting type in her mind. On top of that, everything seemed more extensive and moved around so finding rooms or ways to protect this place was much harder. "Maybe that's a defense in itself?" Denim thought to herself. She just wanted to have Plato out of the recovery bay so she could meet the new girl, not have to deal with him and ultimately ask the weakling to train with her if not to be anything more then her punching bag. Denim had new weights that hopefully when combined with her Energy Suppression might put the two on equal ground for sparring. That's what she wanted out of all this.
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Post by Alaistair on Apr 21, 2017 3:03:13 GMT
Alaistair looked into Denim's eyes, as she elaborated about not Plato not liking him, wanting to sulk instead. She did express there was a possibility to console him, but her personal issues with him had been something Alaistair did have to get resolved, since Denim and he were much more comfortable around each other! Alaistair looked down the hall again, feeling that girl's energy recovering. It seemed the King managed to figure out some stuff, so Alaistair looked back to her, guided her to the elevator and told her, "I think we'll have some time to be with each other shortly..."Alaistair gave her a light peck upon the lips with a pause of his statement. "However," he continued, in a disheartened tone, "Since this new girl's here with Plato, I imagine there'll be business we'll be involved with. When that's all settled, if you're in the mood, then we'll have a night sightseeing upon the rooftop of the Loft, before we reconvene back inside... Ocariin and Konats' desert landscape are rather pleasant to see under the starlight, and huddling together for warmth would be nice, would it not? That, my dear, is something I want to do with you, but I must make sure things go smoothly with Plato and this new girl. For all I could know, this cause him to ease up on what happened between you and he prior. You've fought with us to help take the planet and that should mean something! Now lets go see them."Alaistair brought his hands up her vase-like form, before meeting her hands and lightly pulling them off his waist up to chest level. If she permitted, he would guide her to the medical bay, to meet with the King of Konats and their surprise guest, silently waiting for them to heal up. ( Cushaw )
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Post by Cushaw on Apr 21, 2017 12:29:54 GMT
Base PL: 4,526 | Thread PL: N/A ------------------------------ Mercifully, Cushaw didn't dream. The hours drifted past, barely skimming the surface of her mind, leaving the deeper waters beneath still and calm. There was warmth in this darkness, no pain, no fury, no despair. Cushaw didn't stir once from the slumber induced by by the sedatives in the tank. She hadn't slept so well or so deeply in what felt like an eternity. Her mind and body were starving for it.
After the first hour of uncertainty, the dimly blinking screens that monitored her heartrate and breathing had settled into a stable sequence of peaks and troughs. The synthetic DNA within the fluid went to work, supplementing the regenerative functions of her tissue. The burns and bruises from the space pod's collision were the first to be mended, swiftly replaced by fresh, clear skin. The blaster wound in Cushaw's side gradually knitted itself back together again, leaving a thin mist of blood in the tank and a faint scar on the Kabochan's torso. New life seeped into her cracked skin and lank hair, restoring the natural, hard sheen that the mines had stolen from her.
The first faint stirrings of consciousness came a fair few hours later. A low buzz cut across the warm silence, as the systems monitoring Cushaw's status detected she was fully recovered. The fluid began to drain from the tank. As it plunged below her cheekbones, Cushaw's eyes opened. She flexed her fingers, her arms, her shoulders, as if testing that everything was fully operational. As the last dregs dwindled away beneath the soles of her feet, a warm breeze began to circulate within the chamber from all sides, drying her out. Eventually, there was another buzz, and the door of the tank opened outwards.
At first, she was oblivious to the human and the chatter of the Loft all around her. She stepped out of the rejuvenation tank with exceeding care, as if the concept of working legs was still somewhat new to her. Cushaw's hands roved up and down her torso, feeling the spot where the blaster wound had once been, tracing the outline of the new scar. She pushed tentative fingers through her hair, bounced from foot to foot, touched her eyes and nose and mouth as if to check everything was still in place. Then she took a deep breath.
"Holy shit, I feel amazing!" Her roar seemed to echo all through the building, bouncing off the wooden beams. Startled eyes turned to stare at her from all over the Loft. Cushaw was grinning the widest, toothiest grin in the world, arms outstretched as if she were trying to give the sky a hug, fists opening and clenching. "I haven't slept that well in forever! I feel so freaking clean! I feel--"
She was cut short by a deep, insistent rumbling which turned out to be emanating from her stomach. Cushaw patted her taut gut, unabashed. "Hungry. I feel hungry."
Cushaw looked down at herself again. She was still wearing those prison rags from Shikk. Someone had thoughtfully left some kind of clothing for her by the door to the rejuvenation chamber. On closer inspection, it seemed to be a standard black bodysuit, flexible enough and with a breathable fabric. There were some other items of clothing, too, in what seemed to be the fashion for this planet, all earthy hues and sashes, and of a size to suit her. Even a screen had been provided, for privacy. She was amazed how foreign that concept seemed, now.
For the time being, everything was forgotten. She was alive, and it felt good. For a blessed space, there was no room in Cushaw's head for grudges and worries. She pulled on the unfamiliar clothes as swiftly as she could, looping the makeshift money bag she had made on Shikk through a thick black belt. The people that had brought her to this place must be hanging around here somewhere. As much of a mess as they'd nearly made of it all, some thanks were in order.
And then, she would find something to eat. A lot of something to eat.
Plato @misfortune Alaistair
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Post by Plato on Apr 21, 2017 23:32:32 GMT
Plato heard the boom of the Kabochan's voice he turning his head to the door as he nodded his head. It seemed she was awake at last it had been a couple of hours. The Konstain got to his feet waiting at the door for the woman. He knew she would problem want to at least go and get something to eat. Plato stood there as well Denim and Alistair were problem hanging out with Denim or something upstairs. The Konstain looked around before turning and heading to where all the food was. She'd problem figure out where it was he wanted to get something to eat. He looked around seeing some of the Konstain looking back at his people him looking over at him Plato sitting down and ordering to just eat something.
(Short i know but i didn't have any ideas to write)
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Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2017 12:16:22 GMT
"We will get to see each other soon I hope," Denim stated before allowing Alaistair to wrap his arms around her waist and kiss her. "I just want to train that new girl, as I said, it's doubtful Plato and I will ever see eye to eye." Denim then felt Alaistair pull her hands up to his chest and giggled.
"If you really want me to see them fine-fine but I don't want Plato blasting me with words again. He always does that cause I've told you he hates me. I'd rather be in a room with my own daughter and my bumbling minions then him, a room with someone prone to violence like Vennel or Kizuki, or just simply alone in a room then have to speak to him."
She could feel the energies of the new and Plato moving around in the medical bay area, but not as greatly as before. It seemed both had stable power which meant the new lady wasn't dead and neither was Plato. That was a good sign if one considered them to be allies in a sense, which she had to, given the circumstances but didn't necessarily want to.
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Post by Alaistair on Apr 22, 2017 18:50:28 GMT
Alaistair and Denim entered the room a couple hours ago, remaining mostly quiet for the two hours it took for the woman to revive. However, prior to her full healing, Alaistair would approach Plato, tapping his shoulder to get his attention. "Oi, Plato," Alaistair would speak, kneeling down next to the seated and contemplative King, "Denim and I need to give you some advice on something, before that woman comes out the tank. She's gonna be super hungry and not want to go into a full blown conversation. I'll have Eres, the chef, know you need help with this person, but know she, the guy with red orange hair named Arthus, and the old, crag-like man Dorgia are all super busy at the moment. Long story short, Mr. Embarrassed Volcano..."The Devil saw her wake up and the machine open up. Thankfully, someone remember to get her some new clothes, and put a screen in front of the the machine to give her privacy. Alaistair whispered to Plato, "Remember she's a person... An admittedly pretty person. Oh, and don't be so harsh on Denim. She's been upset about what she did and does want to apologize""Hey Eres, I need your assistance to help Plato and this new person that he brought in to be healed, if possible. Please provide some food for them in about ten minutes."Alaistair patted Plato's back, and addressed the now dressed Kabochan woman, standing up as he did with a hand out for a handshake, "Good to see you're alive and well, miss! Welcome to the Cherry Valley Loft, a little hotel of mine that I, Alaistair, own. I've got someone making you and King Plato here food being made, some basic chili stew and bread I imagine like the rest of the civilians here who're homeless. If you need me and or the lady there, we'll be around the building!"Hopefully, Denim would have provided her own bit of advice to Plato at some point, as well as establish grounds of an apology for what she'd done before. If Plato and Denim were to conclude that business, Alaistair would motion for Denim to come with him so they can be private with each other! ( Cushaw. If Plato and @misfortune don't carry anything out, so as not to derail this, I think skipping Denim and I for the next several posts would be alright? @misfortune, would you be fine with this?)
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Post by Cushaw on Apr 22, 2017 21:46:52 GMT
Base PL: 4,526 | Thread PL: N/A ------------------------------ It didn't take long for Cushaw to spot the mismatched trio waiting for her. She recognised the masked figure of the Konatsian who had carried her here straight away - after all, he was the only one she'd really managed to get a proper look at. It took her a couple of moments to process the other two. However, it seemed she could properly put faces to the voices she'd heard arguing with the masked man. The woman was slender, quite smaller than Cushaw, silver-haired and fine-featured. The third of the group was much less non-descript, a red-skinned man with horns that curved like a crescent moon.
Cushaw's brow furrowed very slightly. Even riding her current emotional high off the simple joy of being alive, she was somewhat torn in regards to the Konatsian. On the one hand, she owed her survival to his interference. On the other, his lack of common sense had nearly killed her anyway. And in any case, having to be rescued didn't sight with Cushaw. Neither did owing someone her life. As an escaped prisoner, she was in no position to be amassing debts of any nature.
However, her sense of honour prevailed, and she advanced to meet them.
The red man was the first to greet her, stretching out a hand for her to shake. Calling her 'miss'. Definitely not a title Cushaw was used to hearing in reference to her person. For the past year or more, she had been Prisoner Y-962. Being spoken to like an actual person again was jarring as all hell. She reached out and shook the man's hand. "Thanks, red man whose name I don't know," she replied, unabashedly.
The man was quick to introduce himself as Alaistair, the proprietor of the facility within which she had been rejuvenated. Before Cushaw could get a chance to thank him further, Alaistair informed her that someone was preparing food for her. Cushaw's stomach gave another long, insistent growl. She didn't know what this chili stew was, but right now she'd happily eat a raw Arlian if only to put something in her gut. "Alaistair," she remarked gravely, as the man turned to leave. "You may just be my new best friend."
As Alaistair and his companion turned to leave, something that the red man had just said clicked in Cushaw's head. King Plato. She turned to eye the masked figure again. King. So the man who'd come to her rescue was... what? The ruler of a city? A kingdom? The entire planet of Konats? He was certainly a horribly powerful being, judging by the speed at which he'd brought her here. And here she was, a wanted foe of the Empire with the power level of a bottom-feeder, in life-debt to a King.
This could get really, really bad.
Cushaw cleared her throat. "So it's King Plato, is it?" Whether or not an answer issued forth from behind the mask, she would press on. "Well, King, seems I got you to think for the fact I'm still breathing. So I'll be straight with you. I'm not much more than a common grunt, power-wise. But if there's one thing a Kabochan does, she sees her debts paid. What say we grab something to fill our stomachs with and talk it out? I won't lie, I could eat my entire weight right now, and them some."
(Hi Alaistair . That's fine by me. I don't want to drag this thread out overlong, as I'm hoping to cash in on zeni and open up to further RP from there. I've already promised to thread with @misfortune , so if you'd like further interaction between Alaistair and Cushaw we could do our own thread after this if you like.)
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Post by Plato on Apr 23, 2017 3:58:48 GMT
He turned as Alistair walked towards him as he whispered to him explaining they were going to be food made though two of his demons friends were very busy. He called him an Embarrassed Volcano head he shaking his head. "I am not all that embarrassed about it I just never carried someone and had an experience." He said turning his head as he keep whispering to him him nodding his head. "Yes but I don't care that is pretty it just odd having someone in his arms when you all your life had never held someone or you at least can't remember. You lived your life with memories being ripped to you making it hard to remember any feeling or emotion you may have experienced. She ran from somewhere however, ran like I did once I don't know from what but she was running." He closed his eyes thinking of that code that was on her side. He really didn't know what it was but it made him think of like a code maybe a former slave. He honestly didn't know but if she was a slave he felt bad for her. He had been a slave to the kashvarr once when he was young and it made his life a living hell. He could not image the pain she had gone through. He shakes his head looking at Alistair, "She reminds me of myself a long time ago a time where I ran from my problems when I was younger and weaker I fled from beppa hiding from the kashvarr gaze and I worked hard to get stronger it took 4 years but when it was over I had defeated my sworn foe yet it costed so much." He sighed as she stepped out in a black suit of some form to wear instead of rag she had been wearing earlier. It was a nice change as he telepathically said to Alistair, "forgot to Mention I shall try and be nicer to Denim but only because she helped us in the long run her info helped me alert to the issue with breech but she still tried to take over my planet, keep in mind if takes another step in the wrong direction my mercy will not be given." He said a fiery seriousness in his voice. It only meant one thing; he was not in the mood to be crossed by another he had already dealt with enough with konats nearly being destroyed.
Alistair addressed him as King Plato to the woman which he had made her aware of. He was king of konats though he didn't need to tell that to everyone that may change the tone of the conversation. He raised his hand looking at the Kabochan, "You don't need to call me King Plato, Plato is fine all the people of konats call me Plato despite my status I have much to do before I can be worth of such a title again." Plato brought his hand down looking at her calmly, "You don't owe me a thing I’m just curious about your story what brought you here." He said heading over to sit down and eat, "Yes let us get some food." He said pulling up a chair for her to sit before he sat down looking at all the people his homeless people who sat their eating and talking. There was some joy but others were sad and angry. He turned away sitting there thinking over what he knew of the Kabochan race. Flashes of Carva raced through his head while he sat there. The half Kabochan was one of his fiercest foes and was slain by another one of his foes Breech. How ironic he traded a brute for a madman. He shakes his head looking at the woman was she perhaps here for the same reason Carva was?
@misfortune
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