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Post by Tulip Waterfield on May 13, 2017 21:28:23 GMT
Tulip flew through the air, before stopping far above a small shrine. After a quick check on two fronts, she verified this was the right place. The auras, albeit suppressed, were there along with others, and the address checked out. It had taken her a while of searching the Eastern Lands before finally finding the place on the note. Sighing softly, the woman stiffened her resolve and nodded once. Descending slowly, the woman landed on the small path outside the small gate. It led to a huge courtyard that lay in front of the shrine. She had not realized just how high she had been flying; now that she was on the ground, the sheer size of the temple made the woman worry internally. Taking a slow breath, the woman walked into the courtyard before shouting loudly. “Hello! Anyone home?! I was given this address during an incident in the last week! The swordsman and green-haired lady should be here!” She didn’t bother raising her guard; if the two decided to attack her, the woman wouldn’t be able to survive their combined assault. Clenching her hands into fists, the young hybrid waited for the response.
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on May 14, 2017 3:10:02 GMT
"Taveon, you've been playing Happy Souls for almost ninety collective hours."
"Wait, wait, wait --!"Shink!
"...Oh balls to it."
"Heh, suck it dead-man."
"Shut it you."
"So what? Ninety hours? Could've sworn I took a piss break three hours ago."The intention of the comment was entirely missed by the player. Two supposedly ancestral beings spoke briefly within the living room; one of which partially hunched over upon the couch. Unfortunately, a rather alive being sat beside them at a fair distance; almost as if in waiting to mock someone. The other, meanwhile, found herself plopped atop a bar-stool. The television before one of the ancestors displayed a prominent "You Perished" sign, further noting that Taveon made a mistake. Softly tossing the Baotendo Shift controller onto the nearby coffee table, the bearded man stood to stretch. An evident groan escaped him as joints popped and crackled. "You should probably take a trip to the ol' gym after that stretch."
"Nah, we're good. Just a bit stiff, is all."
"You sound like someone we all know."
"Well I'm not blind to my own issues, now am I?"A yawn blasted outward from Taveon's throat as the second ancestor provided a retort.
"Bet'cha can't pop any pimples on your back still."
"That's not even an issue! You know it!"
"Oh really? Remember -- pfft -- you remember that one big'un?"
"That was quite literally over a hundred years ago."
"That thing exploded so spectacularly that ya hit Aelron with some of it!""PFFT --"
"BWAHAHAA HAHAHA!"
"Fuckin' weirdos."
"That's right! I did!"
"I can hear you!"
"Aelron you can laugh about it now, its been a century!"
"That could've given me an infection from how copious it was!"By now, the trio were speaking across the house; particularly so beyond walls. Aelron, the third ancestor, held a muffled voice due to the wall between his siblings. Unfortunately, such shouting roused two undeniably existing creatures. Monstrous, horrendous conglomerations of two people. Wailing and stirring from slumber, the creatures unleashed a unholy outburst of a single emotion. The twins. Twin infants, each of a fair power, flailed about in their helplessness. As the screeching erupted throughout the home, a certain hybrid sensed a previously acquainted Ki signature approaching. "...The hell?"
"What did you three do!?"
"Nothin' Miss Phae! Some stuffy getting peeved about a hundred-year-old subject!"
"You insufferable --"
"Aelron that isn't worth it. You know that~"Raised brows only further irritated the ancestor. With a light sigh, a familiar seaweed woman floated onward toward the children's room. As the first pair of ancestors, Taveon and Cynthia, began to snicker at their sibling's grumbling, Celmaru Waterfield approached the front door. Grasping the handle with a brief caution, the hybrid attentively peered out the utmost minuscule sliver of open door-space. It was indeed that Super Saiyan from the other day. That woman stated that she was one of the BBA, didn't she? Perhaps she heard of Liam's lies and decided to investigate. |'We have no swordsmen here, but we have a "green-haired" woman. Have you come to arrest me, alongside that one damned Saiyan?'|
Thread PL: 361,209 Phae's PL: 270,906 All ancestors have no active PL, so feel free to judge given context and wording later on, if they're given a chance to do any combat. Neither of the twins have active PL, although the general consensus would be around basic Guard (5k) level.
Please note that text size will dictate voice level in most situations.Apologies for the wait, Tulip Waterfield
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Post by Tulip Waterfield on May 14, 2017 6:34:56 GMT
As the young woman stood silent in the courtyard after her shouts, she sensed two new ki sources. The two were close to identical, suddenly flaring up, followed almost immediately by barely-audible wailing. So the two had children here. I’ll need to apologize for waking the babies up on accident. I wonder if that means the two are upset now? She started walking forward, when a familiar ki made it’s presence known at the door to the small temple. The frame shifted slightly, making only a thin crack she couldn’t even see through. But she knew the swordsman was there, looking out at her. Gulping softly, she waited for his declaration. “We have no swordsmen here, but we have a ‘green-haired’ woman. Have you come to arrest me, alongside that one damned Saiyan?” His shout reached her ears, causing the woman to cough in shock. Thrusting one arm sideways in rejection the woman stepped forward and shouted almost as loudly. “Eh!? I’m not here to arrest anyone! I’m here because the green-haired lady gave me that note with this address! What was the reason of that, anyway?” As she continued shouting, the woman began walking closer to the entrance to the large house. Her emotions were swelling up, but the desire to know more was keeping the woman from realizing her folly. She continued walking forward, still speaking. “Besides, trying to deny that you’re the swordsman is pretty dumb. Ki signatures don’t lie; after that incident from the other day, and your actions, anyone with the ability to sense Ki knows how full of it you are…?” The woman paused just ten feet from the doorway. Crossing her arms to muse, the woman finally sighed in defeat. Her emerald gaze fell on the doorway, as the short woman muttered under her breath. “I was so busy dealing with Pieter I didn’t even catch your name. My apologies, friend.”
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on May 15, 2017 22:55:38 GMT
Apparently that message was far too harsh to begin with. The hybrid took note of the opposing hybrid's response. Perhaps those kittens weren't just a meager distraction. Atop another bar-stool, the previous sudden guest found herself peering towards the door curiously; that asshat half-brother of hers was rather odd. Squinting at the 'edgly' hybrid, as one of the ancestors put it, the Saiyan slid off the stool. Meanwhile, the seaweed woman was becoming increasingly frustrated with the twins. As a rare occasion as it was, this time they outright pulled the flight card out their rear ends! Unfortunately, they've moreso begun perpetual flipping than legitimate flight. Outstretching her limbs to the floating infants, Phae found herself capturing the two with broad tendrils; each originating from her upper limbs.
"Hmmm..."An impasse. Keep them under wraps between shifts as usual, and potentially ignore the invited guest...or provide some sort of alternative. As the seaweed woman pondered over this, Celmaru continued to peek past the door. This BBA Officer's remarks were rather irritating. Albeit, the fact that she wasn't here to arrest anyone was somewhat relieving. However, the lacking information the hybrid had about any note, alongside the comment about denying any status of his as a swordsman being dumb only made any current irritability increase.
|'I suppose my wife would have some sort of idea of what note you're mentioning. Regardless, I'm no swordsman. Don't pull any Ki signature shit on me either; that wouldn't tell you anything but my existence.'|
"She's right about one thing!"
"We get it Taveon, I'm a really shitty person."
"Well not entirely, but you're going somewhere with it --"
"Taveon I swear to Kami, don't."
"Yeah yeah, Miss Phae'll get all huffy about it."Whilst the ancestors briefly intervened, the Saiyan took a bit of a risk. Swinging her right leg before her, Potapo 'Waterfield' shoved her SSE-distributed boot into the hybrid's back. Forcing the door open and forcefully shoving Celmaru outside, the Saiyan half-sibling took a moment to point and chuckle.
"No use being a wussy-bitch, Halfie!"Barely able to grasp a pole, before tumbling partially down the porch steps, the hybrid spun briefly. Utilizing Ki to swing himself completely around, Celmaru shot back a Ki Blast as a minor repercussion. As it struck, Potapo's facial features were shot backwards, causing her to fumble backwards herself. Somehow she kept silent after taking that sort of strike. Returning to where he once stumbled, the hybrid tapped upon the remaining steps; soon stepping atop the courtyard. Wiping his palm briefly after gliding along that pole, the hybrid initially avoided facing Tulip in the eyes.
"Alright, hello; that stupid shit happened. Now, what did the message want from you and why do you think my wife would give you our address?"
Had Mother's Day stuff yesterday, so I apologize for yet another wait. e-e I suppose I should also mention that any text within ' | ' boundaries are telepathic. |'Something like this, for example.'|
Either way time to roll with what you described last post; because that's likely most interesting. B) Tulip Waterfield |
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Post by Tulip Waterfield on May 16, 2017 22:47:11 GMT
Tulip sighed as the man called her bluff. He had a point, that ki signatures were so similar that it was all but impossible to perfectly identify particular individuals. But he did underestimate her strength, saying that she couldn’t tell the individual ki from others. It wasn’t that difficult, after staying in Hell with its billions of different souls. At times, that was the only way to accurately locate anyone in any particular place in that desolate wasteland. The young woman sighed and muttered.
“I think your wife is a great place to start; she did give me the note, after all.” As the woman started to turn away, she heard a sudden commotion at the doorway, A female, Saiyan from the appearance, had kicked the voice through the doorway. The familiar figure of a taller man with black hair tumbled down the staircase, catching himself at the base. He glared back at the woman, who shouted something. The man slowly rose to his feet, bringing with it that familiar sense of dread. It wasn’t as menacing today; without his sword, the man wasn’t as terrifying. But his powerful aura still hung over the courtyard like a heavy, wet blanket that was far too stifling. The woman took a slow breath as the man finally looked towards her and spoke.
“The message wasn’t anything I could understand; just this address. So you were the Swordsman from the other day. I knew it.” The woman tried to repress the forced smile crossing her lips, but his overwhelming presence left the woman giddy from instinctual fear. He could kill her without breaking a sweat, it would be as easy as breathing for this man. Taking a slow breath, the woman continued speaking. “My name is Tulip. I’m not sure why your wife summoned me here...but if its a problem, I’ll leave right now. I don’t want to keep you longer than necessary from your family.”
The young woman glanced past the man towards the Saiyan woman in the doorway. She seemed vaguely familiar, but not in the traditional sense. The young hybrid racked her mind, trying to recall where she’d seen the exact shade of hair and eye-color. It wasn’t far removed from any Saiyan, seeing as how the entire race had the same traits throughout. But there was something else. The woman racked her mind, trying to think of what it was that made this new person stand out so much in her mind. As she thought, she waited for the Swordsman’s response.
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on May 17, 2017 23:24:50 GMT
"I only own the stupid thing, much less make any skill appear out of it."The hybrid finally took a moment to be more direct with Tulip, only to notice that she was attempting to keep a grin down. The hell was she so joyous about? Regardless, she introduced herself soon enough. Bit of a strange name for a Saiyan; albeit his own name wasn't anything too typical. The arrival's following comment only had Celmaru clicking his tongue. As if he wanted the majority of them around. "Like hell I'd want most of them around. They show up suddenly and claim they're over a hundred years old each. The oldest any of them looks is thirty.""I heard that! And I look twenty-seven, thank you very much!"
"Taveon, I will make you take three more kid shifts."
"Wait no Cynt--"
"HAH!"The other female Saiyan, briefly tumbled over onto the tatami from earlier, guided herself to her feet as she exclaimed in a abrupt laughter. The hybrid only took the time to pinch the bridge of his nose in response. Unfortunately, he had begun to display what issues he may have with them already.
"Anyway, my wife is likely handling the children now; she'll be able to be out in a minute or so, I'm sure."Four new signatures suddenly sprung up out of nowhere from where Phae and the infants resided. The hybrid's eyes shot open, the ancestors ceasing their murmured bickering. The sound of an audibly creaking door occurred, two of the signatures moving onward. Celmaru threw his previously pinching palm away, its fingers curling into a more-than-tense fist. Yet, from the doorway, two tiny figures ran past. One ran back across; two rolls of blankets betwixt each arm. The second, without any items, hopping down the porch stairs past Potapo.
"...The fuck?"
"..."It was minuscule in size; barely less than three feet in height. With bright nigh-white hair, it ran in an equally tiny outfit. Outstretching its upper limbs as it to express exaggerated size, the creature stared at the hybrid with wide eyes.
"Mister Celmaru, Mister Celmaru! We've been contracted to handle the young misses! Thank you for allowing us this opportunity, Mister Celmaru!"
"What?"|'Husband~! I've made use of Walker's old gift to us!'|
|'How did it turn into four tiny somethings?'|
|'Do you forget my origin, Celmaru?'|
|'...So they're magical.'|
|'Just a few stray spirits; they were so hopeful~'|
|'...Don't let them break anything.'|
|'They have their orders.'|As their telepathic conversation concluded, the creature had vanished. Admittedly, they may cause more issue than they'd be worth; however the assistance was needed. Turning back towards Tulip, a familiar verdant figure partially rushed outside. Floating somewhat from the home's surface, Phae had finally come to greet the guest. Loose bits of seaweed from earlier were frantically patted down. Clearing her throat as she approached, the seaweed woman folded her palms before her; clasping them together formally.
"Hello there, young miss. I presume your arrival is about the note that was passed to you, yes?"
Now there are DupliPhaes. Oh boy. DupliPhaes will not have any active PL at this time; the general idea is that they're around the same power as the infants. Tulip Waterfield
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Post by Tulip Waterfield on May 17, 2017 23:50:03 GMT
Tulip listened as the man explained his sword, Then the man sighed in irritation and said something strange about the others inside; they were claiming to be hundreds of years old, despite their appearance? The young woman looked at the Saiyan woman standing in the doorway; she was over a hundred years old? Then she can’t be the person I thought she was; it was too lucky of a chance to be real, after all. Trying not to feel disappointed inside, the woman only caught a bit of the brief exchange between the people inside, then caught the laugh of the Saiyan woman. The swordsman sighed and pinched his nose in irritation. “Anyway, my wife is likely handling the children now; she’ll be able to be out in a minute or so, I’m sure.” His words were interrupted as sudden ki signatures appeared near where his wife and presumably ‘children’ resided. The young woman saw him tense up, and instinctively started gathering ki in her fingertips. She couldn’t see very far inside, but watched in awe as a tiny figure stumbled its way outside and up to the swordsman. It spoke, addressing the Black Swordsman. Ah, so his name is Celmaru. I’ll make a mental note of that for the future. Letting the ki gathered in her fingertips dispers, the woman watched as the tiny figure turned away. The ki signature she recognized initially shifted courses, emerging from the doorway into the sunlight; it was the green-haired woman. The taller woman walked forward, before clasping her hands formally in front of her. When she spoke to Tulip, her words brought confusion to the girl. “Young miss? I’m here about the note...but why 'young miss'? I’m just a young girl from a planet far away, not indebted to you in any way.”
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on May 22, 2017 23:18:45 GMT
The four signatures scampered around the house as Tulip questioned Phae's brief introduction. The hybrid glanced back at the home, hearing a periodic grunt from within. Taveon and Cynthia found themselves jumping around for a time as the creatures gathered supplies. Meanwhile, Phae assessed as to why she referred to the other hybrid in such a manner. "Its simply a formality, little one. I also happen to call everyone young; just a habit~"
"Now, there is indeed a rather...sudden reason as to why you've been sent here. There's been a recent development in regards to our family ties."
Celmaru spun around in an instant; the remainder of that statement acquiring his attention. "Wait what?"Regardless, the seaweed woman continued.
"It has been faint, yet I do see that another bunch have become connected to us. Fortunately enough, one of those out of the bunch happened to be nearby just the other day. Despite having difficulty specifying who it may be, a sort of hunch I had did indeed lead me to you, little Miss."
"...And you've not notified me of this until now.""Well, husband, you've been quite absent the past few days. I realize that you often may need space to assess certain matters, though the rest of us aren't here for little reason. Your elder sibling even arrived to visit." "LIKE I'D WANT TO SEE THAT HALFIE'S STUPID FACE!"
"You sure as hell looked like you wanted to be here earlier!"
"Maybe its because our ol' Pop was training me dead for weeks!"
"You can handle it; you're a 'pure' Saiyan!"
"NYEH!"The hybrid's voice held evident distaste for such a phrase; Potapo's facial features being warped to make a face at him. Readjusting his upper limbs, the hybrid sighed in exasperation as he returned his gaze. As his gaze began to rest upon Tulip, however, it appeared as if he just concluded on rolling his eyes in a wide arc.
"Don't mind what arrogant shite my supposed half-sibling is, she's been on Vegeta for a time."
"As stubborn as you though~"
"Pfffff, like hell I'd be anything similar to her."Phae's lips briefly curled into a teasing grin. The seaweed woman found sporadic amusement in teasing those she's close to. It was wonderful to her that she even had any nowadays. Deciding to continue on from earlier, however, the pair spoke once more.
"Now then, would it be possible that one of your relatives married into our family recently?"
"Perhaps it'd be one of the cousins; Kami-forbid."
"My my, no. That wouldn't be too terribly fun for anyone. Regardless, might it be possible our young Miss here became a bit luckier? Hmmm~?"The seaweed woman floated beside Tulip upon her final comment. Phae, speaking softly, twirling around the other hybrid for a moment.
"Might we be seeing to a rather adult woman today? Perhaps there was something done in service of Venus? Hmmmm~?"Unfortunately, the hybrid had once heard of that phrase. The very thought of the matter brought a fierce, rosy shade to the hybrid's cheeks. Yet, it spread akin to a wild flame soon enough. Celmaru cleared his throat, turning away with a discomforted expression. Faint snickering would be audible from within the home, hushed voices attempting to silence the stifled laughter. By then, even the hybrid's ears were ablaze with scarlet.
Phae tries Embarrassment! Intends to embarrass Tulip Waterfield . That's it. :v No thread notification w/ final examinations arriving equals a bad time to post. Thankfully I was able to get this done. Unfortunately, my posting availability may not be available until Wednesday afternoon. I apologize in advance. (I also do hope that this post is sufficient for the time being, at least) |
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Post by Tulip Waterfield on May 25, 2017 22:25:08 GMT
A recent development in family ties? Wait...it can’t be that, right? Tulip’s eyes widened as she mused over Phae’s words and suddenly came to a startling revelation. She started to raise her voice, when the older hybrid suddenly whirled and shouted towards Phae. The seaweed woman began explaining how she’d felt something from Tulip during the scuffle on the Eastern Plains only days prior. When Phae mentioned the elder sibling visiting, the young woman’s gaze shot to the doorway. The Saiyan woman was denying having any feelings for Celmaru, her supposed sibling, which devolved into a small spat. “Heh…” Tulip laughed softly, enjoying the show of familial love between the older woman and her younger ‘half’ brother. When he mentioned the bit about Vegeta, Tulip’s eyes narrowed in confirmation. If that’s the case...this might not be such a wild assumption after all. When Phae mentioned family members marrying recently, the young hybrid would simply nod. Ignoring Celmaru’s snide remarks, the young girl’s gaze remained on the Saiyan woman leaning in the doorway. When Phae floated closer, her emerald gaze shifted to the seaweed woman and she listened to Phae’s words. “No...I’m still a relatively pure woman, unless you count bathing with others as indecent.” Gaze returning to the Saiyan woman, Tulip began walking forward. Stopping just shy of the staircase, next to where Celmaru stood, the young woman would take a soft breath and mutter. “Is...your name Potapo?” Tears would begin beading in the young hybrid’s eyes, as she looked up at the woman. Forcing a smile onto her face, she continued speaking. “I...I’ve been searching for my father for the last 18 years of my life. While I was dead...I learned from an old Saiyan scout that he’d remarried on Vegeta, to a young Saiyan named Potapo. As absurd as this might seem...I could be your daughter.” Once the words were spoken, a silence hung in the air. Tulip tried to stifle the tears running down her cheeks, but was unable to handle the emotions overflowing from within. If this was the case...her long road with no end had finally reached it’s final turn, with the final goal only a short distance away.
Celmaru Waterfield
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on May 31, 2017 5:35:19 GMT
"Pure, hm? You apparently got infuriated enough to go Super Saiyan before that whole incident before...then again that whole instant hair dye isn't that special nowadays."
"My my, now~! You don't say?"The claim to be pure, despite supposedly bathing with others...as awkward of a confession that was; was somewhat odd to the hybrid. Anyone was likely to be somewhat impure in some sense, weren't they? Only mere infants and small children were those to be more so freed from such a flaw than grasped by it. Albeit, its still only a matter of time. Whilst Celmaru was wallowing in particularly pessimistic thoughts, the seaweed woman listened to Tulip. With her just before the doorstep, her mumbled words barely reached their target.
"..."Potapo squinted at the other hybrid as she began to well up with tears. Briefly going over what appeared to be some sort of life story, the Saiyan found herself entirely uninterested. Some sob story about not seeing her pop for nearly two decades. Potapo further pressed her eyelids closer in an ever-increasing glare behind the squint. The fuck was this bitch talking about? Remarried to her or something? Upon the final comment, however, both Celmaru and Potapo's eyes widened immensely. Glancing sideways towards the speaker of such a claim, the hybrid kept a rather straight, disbelieving expression. The Saiyan, meanwhile, almost appeared disgusted.
"The fuck are you on about?"With that, the half-sibling attempted to shove a boot into Tulip's cranium. Be it out of compulsion or otherwise.
"How 'bout no. Haven't done any damn dumb bullshit at seven or some shit. Pretty sure I didn't get tucked into some stupid Earth dress or whatever and whisked away like a wuss, either!"
|'Alright sure just try and kick the guest why don't you --'|
|'I'll do what I want, halfie.'|
So besides forgetting that it was Memorial Day yesterday I realize that I might need a bit of practice with Potapo still. e-e Apologies for the wait once again Tulip Waterfield !
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Post by Tulip Waterfield on Jun 1, 2017 0:18:37 GMT
“ The fuck are you on about?” The disgust in the Saiyan’s voice made Tulip’s eyes widen in shock. As her gaze traveled upwards, she saw the Saiyan hop forward into the air. The ki around the Saiyan surged, as the woman sought to plant a foot right between the hybrid’s eyes. “How ‘bout no. Haven’t done any damn dumb bullshit at seven or some shit. Pretty sure I didn’t get tucked into some stupid Earth dress or whatever and whisked away like a wuss, either!” When Potapo’s foot slammed into Tulip’s head, silver energy would crackle through the air. One hand was thrust upwards, catching the heel of her boot. Her other forearm was wiping away the tears from her face, as the young hybrid laughed softly and muttered. “Never said anything about Earth, did I? And I doubt it would’ve suited my father to shack up with anyone that wasn’t twice as fierce as him and just as strong. He’s not into the pretty-faced bimbo sorts, if my other mother was any indication.” Glancing towards Celmaru, the young, brown-haired hybrid would smile and speak firmly. “You’re right about getting angry; it doesn’t take much these days to piss me off. Long hours at work, not finding the criminal without walking all over the city. You know, that’s supposed to be considered grunt-work, not fitting for a member of KAOS. But I do it, because the officers under me just can’t operate fast enough. Now...assuming that response was a result of you sharing the same name of the woman I’m looking for...I won’t hold the attempted attack against you.” Energy was crackling around the woman, as she took a slow breath. Her emerald gaze would fall on Potapo’s, as she whispered in a whimsical tone. “Sorry about this, Celmaru. The Saiyan world is one ruled by strength; if I want an honest answer from this woman, I’m going to have to beat it out of her. I apologize in advance for any damage to the courtyard.” On that note, Tulip threw the woman she held into the earth, using all the energy she could muster from her trained ki. As Potapo slammed into the ground, Tulip’s hair shifted shades, as golden energy surged around her. Clutching her open hand into a fist, the woman focused all of her energy into it Slamming it down, the woman stopped just shy of Potapo’s face with her powerful strike. The energy still crackled around it, almost humming in the air as it continued growing. “So...did you ever meet a man from Woatera? It’s a planet far from this lovely dirt ball.”
PL Unsuppressed -> SSJ Activated!
Original PL - 161,363 PL , SSJ - 1,774,993 PL
KP 3/3
Charging [MP3] Ultimate Ki-Infused Punch, 100% this round
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Jun 14, 2017 2:36:58 GMT
With that, regret set in.
"...Oh fuck m --"The Saiyan was caught along after Tulip's received strike. Being promptly flung back alongside her, Potapo found herself briefly dazed. Yet, the inquiry was bestowed upon her as she recovered. That sudden rush wasn't too great after a month of non-stop training. Grumbling, the Saiyan responded.
"Well ya just fuckin' did mention Earth."Regardless, Tulip went on about her supposed father. What a dashing, Saiyan-esqe individual he seemed to be. Albeit upon the flip of a strange switch, the subject shifted to mere ire. The hybrid's lips jerked to one side in a straightened expression. How wonderful that it is that Tulip happened to have a relatively secure job among relatively normal beings; such as Humans. Perhaps it was because the other hybrid appeared less Saiyan than he did. How infuriating that would be if it were the case.
|'And yet, I bet I'm still more encumbered by anger than her.'|With Potapo being slammed onto the courtyard, golden Ki enveloping the women's forms, the hybrid realized this would be an issue. Such excessive use of power was unnecessary against someone akin to Potapo. They have a greater risk of dying than being interrogated. A greater risk of death against a Super Saiyan.
|'She mentioned not holding back, husband.'|
|'...Indeed she did.'|Energy began to ripple and spark outwards. Loose gravel began to float skyward. With a fist of highly-escalated Saiyan-based judgement preparing to cave in her skull, Potapo was ready to flinch and endure the worst. With a scrunched up nose, eyes in a tight squint, the impact never came. Tulip's weaponized limb hung mere centimeters before her. Another inquiry. A man from Waotera?
"Hrrrrrrmmmmmmm...."
"Think so. Why do you wanna know 'bout some bumfuck planet anyway? I thought ya wanted to see if I was yer mom or somethin'."The hybrid remained still, albeit primed. Going Super Saiyan against someone who couldn't; oh how inspiring to the public she'd be. Celmaru mused the poor thought to himself, huffing at the idea of this getting any worse. Ready to accidentally kill who may very well be related to her. Quite classic. Perhaps he should just one-up her like everyone else would and put an end to the Saiyan-esqe interrogation. Perhaps.
And done! Now here's to hoping I can keep a decent groove going. I also hope that this is sufficient for the time being. Tulip Waterfield |
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Post by Tulip Waterfield on Jun 16, 2017 23:48:47 GMT
“Because that bumfuck planet is where I call home. Now, what’s your answer?” Tulip’s initial rage was already dwindling, as the woman held the Saiyan pressed against the courtyard. Finally realizing just how one-sided this exchange was, and how utterly childish it looked from the outside, the young girl let her ki disperse. Her hair returned to its previous deep brown, as she relinquished her grip on the Saiyan woman. Rising to her feet, the young hybrid turned away and began walking in the opposite direction. “You know, never mind. I came here looking for answers, and only ended up with more questions. If you can’t think of anything, standing here like an idiot won’t change the outcome. I was foolish to even think for a moment we were related. Even though that’s the only fucking answer to why Phae would suddenly think I’m related to you and your bloodline, Celmaru.” The young woman started walking towards the gate, before pausing and pondering for a moment. Raising one hand, the woman glanced back towards the Saiyan woman. “You were on Vegeta, right? Before coming to this dirtball, as you so eloquently put it.” “I’m assuming the SSE doesn’t take every Saiyan into its ranks, only those with potential and a desire to fight. In that case...did you ever meet a man named Timothy? Or another Saiyan woman named Potapo? Because those two are the ones I’m looking for.” Her previous anger and emotion was gone, voice icey and calculating. Pausing again to think, the young woman stood in the gateway, waiting for a response from the Saiyan woman.
Celmaru WaterfieldHopefully this is enough to work with
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Jun 21, 2017 7:14:00 GMT
"Well excuuuuse me princess; it was a while ago. Got caught up in other shit, had a life."
"Working for an arcosian obviously sounds like a life being lived."
"SHADDAP HALF-ASS!"As the hybrid and the released Saiyan quarreled, the seaweed woman's head dipped aside. This was almost enough to create a headache. Phae's eyelids were sealed shut, her lips pursed. This surely devolved from what she had initially imagined. Promptly exhaling via her nostrils, the seaweed woman moved along, past the Saiyans. Tulip's comments progressed in a rather concerning manner. Yes, there was no immediate, concrete proof of such a link; yet the supernatural had no immediate explanation, given most circumstances. Confronting Tulip by the gate, a suggestion was provided.
"Perhaps we should give this a few more days. It seems that both parties need some amount of time to cool their head."Betwixt the arguing, Potapo overheard the seemingly final inquiry; whether this go further south or not. In the time that Phae took to approach Tulip, the two half-siblings have begun combating one another. At the moment, Celmaru had only resorted to merely swaying to and fro as he chucked meager insults around.
"I KNOW A TIM-OATH-Y, BUT I NEED TO KICK THIS HALF-MONKEY HALF-ASS'S ASS FIRST!"
"Its pronounced 'Timothy'."The two resumed from there.
"Unfortunately, my point is at least somewhat proven, Tulip. I don't wish for this to devolve any further at any chance. I apologize for any inconvenience this meeting has caused you."
Blep. Tulip Waterfield
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Post by Tulip Waterfield on Jun 22, 2017 2:43:31 GMT
Tulip stopped and smiled softly as the two hybrids argued. If the Saiyan wasn’t lying, nor was Phae...the young girl would have a final, firm question.
“If you know Timothy...and the Saiyans from Hell weren’t lying...you had a daughter, right?” Tulip’s voice would carry, as her eyes sparkled with hope. For her, this was far more important than anything that had been said before. Her father alive was major news...but if she had a little sister, the woman had a duty to carry out. Glancing towards the seaweed lady, the young girl smiled softly and spoke.
“There was no inconvenience. If the bond is any proof of the legitimacy of my ties with the Waterfields, I’d like to accept the family name. It’s been years since I had a surname. Since I left my mother’s home in a fit.”
The young woman would wait for a response, either from the Saiyan woman or the seaweed lady.
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