Mattenes
Rising Soul
PL: 34,104
Oozaru (x10)
Zeni: 3,064
Tag: @mattenes
OOC Name: Minty
Posts: 125
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Post by Mattenes on Jun 28, 2017 2:14:11 GMT
Mattenes walked about the Bamboo forest, looking around. Since making contact with people once more, he found himself unsure of what to do. Though this time, unlike with Mammon and Purika, it was more of a crossroads where he was willing to take both roads. He wished he could find some sense but for now, he would just wander around the forest. He thought back, to the image of Kaito. The orbs that terrified him. He remembers someone... mentioning something about it??? His memory was a bit shot. He tried mimicking the stance Kaito held. He tried creating orbs in his hands. his eyes closed to focus. Which Broke any Energy suppression he'd had on. He felt something, a slight wave of heat in his palm. He opened them, only to find nothing there but his fleshy palm. He sighs and kicks a rock, causing it to richochet off the bamboo like a pinball "Do I wanna be like them though?" He sighs, and flops onto his back. He looks up to the sky. It was a lot more blue here. Though just for a moment as his eyesight adjusted to the scene, and the stillness of a real image brought about a weird phenomenon in his eyes where the sky's colors almost seemed to change, he smiled a bit. Before Making a "Pbbbbbth" with his mouth, He chuckles a bit to himself, remembering how that'd get his friend to sit on his gut to get him to stop. That was a nice thought. And just like that it was gone, but he didnt miss his planet in the same way. He knew it'd be a disaster if someone could find his adopted family, they were all pacifists like him. Though the occassional thought passed in his mind. I wonder what she's doing right now? Probably hoarding her onions. That got another smile out of him. He sat up and looked into the thicket. Just thinking about things.
(For Reference, PL: 8,906.)
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Post by Gira on Jun 30, 2017 10:16:40 GMT
Thread PL: 41 864 Heavy weights and Energy Setting active! Sensed PL: 4
Gira was hiking through the bamboo forest on this day. It was her day off from school and she was taking full advantage. Ever since she started being less shy about using her ki, she hadn't gone for a hike or really walked any significant distance. She decided to change that today. She was about half way through her hike when she felt a smaller energy ahead. Her curiosity getting the better of her, the girl approached the source of the energy. However, suddenly, a projectile shot towards her, smacking Gira right in the middle of the forehead. "Ow! Son of a bitch!" Gira cursed under her breath and rubbed where she was hit, a small red mark forming. She bent over and picked up the thing that struck her. It was a small rock. But who threw it at her? Gira assumed that it was the person who was the source of the energy. Gira peeked out from behind the bamboo and saw a young man sitting on the ground, looking right towards the thicket where she found herself. It seemed that the incident with the rock was an accident. The tailless half-Saiyan stepped out of the forest, making herself known to the Saiyan sitting on the ground. "Hey there. I think you lost this." She joked, holding up the rock he had kicked moments ago. |
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Mattenes
Rising Soul
PL: 34,104
Oozaru (x10)
Zeni: 3,064
Tag: @mattenes
OOC Name: Minty
Posts: 125
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Post by Mattenes on Jun 30, 2017 10:58:40 GMT
Mattenes blinked, being shaken from his thoughts by the rustling of the foliage nearby. He turned, and felt no significant imposing power from her. Though he did not know this was because of energy setting, he'd assumed he'd met someone not as terrifyingly powerful as Kaito, Purika, or mammon. He actually felt sort of at ease from that. His eyes widened however as he understood the red mark on her forehead, and the rock. He jumped up and held out his hands "Oh gosh! Im so sorry!" He walked over "I kicked the rock, I didnt know it was going to hurt you, Im sorry!" He repeated. He scratched the back of his neck nervously. We was concerned how hard that pebble hit, it was obvious from his nervous expression that and the fact that his tail curled around the remaining arm by his side, as the other one was still on his neck, no longer scratching, but just resting there.
He looked around, and realized something "what exactly are ya doin' out here? You aren't running away to the woods like I did are you?"
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Post by Nabel on Jun 30, 2017 10:59:37 GMT
Heavy Weights equipped | PL: 40,057 | Weighted PL: 10,014.25
And who else should suddenly emerge from the underbrush but jolly, old uncle Nabel? Granted, the demon was nobody's uncle, he was sure of that much at least. As far as he knew, everyone he'd known and loved had died in increasingly violent fashions! All except for Amy, of course. She was the boy's beloved- person that followed him around because they were equally hurt and confused, unsure of where to go after their home and kingdom collapsed. So maybe it wasn't the healthiest foundation for a friendship, but it didn't really matter, the constantly inebriated Nabel wasn't the healthiest person either.
That much was obvious as he crawled out of the thicket, pink ooze leaking out of the improperly sealed sores scattered across his tiny figure. Sprawled out on all threes, as most of his right arm was torn right down to the stump many years prior, the raggedy creature looked around in obvious confusion. He was like a lost puppy, one who had various parts of their body improperly removed (including its right eye and arm), while having horns surgically grafted onto its skull. So he looked nothing like a puppy, and more like an emaciated mutant blob-fish.
The demon didn't really remember how he had ended up in his position. One moment he was training at a small dojo in East Capitol, the next he found a bar with cheap drinks, then six Jaegers later he had lost both his wallet and his will to live. Somehow that brought him into the bamboo forest, where he continued snacking on the pocket booze that he always kept stocked and filled while on the road. After vomiting out what appeared to be a hairball studded in nails, he pulled himself into an meditative sit, and stared at the boy several meters from him. Now Nabel remembered why he'd gone to this specific part of the forest, and a wicked smile spread on his stitched lips.
He felt a relatively large power level in the area, one that could match him with his weights on. So he either wanted to fight it or make friends. The lad was usually more normal with his approach, it appeared that the Makyo Star wasn't the only outside influence capable of altering his mental state. Regular old alcohol did the job as well. And from his shaky gaze and luminescent blush, it was working a little too well for any sane person's liking.
"Ey. Yo-hic- what's up?" The demon tilted his head drunkenly, speaking with a high-pitched childish lilt (as in, he literally sounded like an eight year old). "I like the way you feel. You a fighter, frienderino?" He giggled, cupping a hand across his mouth as he let out a babyish hiccup. "Or do you just like working out?" Then something caught his attention. There was a girl standing close to the Saiyan, and he didn't have the good sense to greet her. Now he was just embarrassed. The boy paused for a moment, as he looked at the person he hadn't noticed straight away. She seemed nice enough, even if he himself was too inebriated to even understand what she had said. With that in mind, the demon greeted her with a wave as well.
"Helllo to you too, person, didn't spot yous right away." He acknowledged her presence with a tip of the imaginary hat, an embarrassed smile spreading out across his face. This made his mouth look positively cat-like as it folded into two semicircles. "Are you two friends?" Suddenly, he snapped his fingers, suddenly seeing bashful in spite of himself. "OH." He put down his hand, and gave a little martial arts bow. The toddle right afterwards was a sure-sign that he was, still completely intact, and still completely plastered. "I'm interrupting something, aren't I?"
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Post by Gira on Jul 1, 2017 1:45:39 GMT
Gira laughed as the young Saiyan in front of her apologized profusely. "Don't worry about it. It didn't hurt too bad." It more surprised her than hurt, but it did hurt a bit. At around the time she noticed his tail, she sensed a relatively strong power coming closer. She turned and saw a rather... horrific sight. Gira wasn't one to judge people based on looks, but she discovered at that moment that even she had a limit. Gira couldn't speak as this thing approached her. She wondered where it was from. It seemed like something straight out of hell.
She had come in contact with the demon, Mammon before. Even had the... pleasure of facing off against him in a tournament. But the fact that he had a less horrifying base form was something of a comfort when he showed off his transformation. But this creature presenting itself in such a way was... wait, was he drunk? Gira looked the creature over, paying attention to how it was acting. 'Yeah, definitely drunk.' Gira had only partook in alcohol once at a party, but that didn't work out. She couldn't remember what transpired the night she tried to destroy Ginger Town, but she had been told enough. While it wasn't the fault of the booze, that whole thing made her swear the stuff off.
Finally, after awhile of gawking, Gira spoke to Nabel. "Oh, uh, no. No, you're not interrupting anything." The hybrid looked between the Saiyan and the demon before introducing herself. "Uh, i'm Gira. Nice to meet you guys."
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Mattenes
Rising Soul
PL: 34,104
Oozaru (x10)
Zeni: 3,064
Tag: @mattenes
OOC Name: Minty
Posts: 125
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Post by Mattenes on Jul 1, 2017 2:17:45 GMT
(Nabel had suggested that the post order be Me, You, Them. You alright with that? ' w')
Mattenes was about to open his mouth again to apologize still, he'd felt bad either way, but as soon as he did, another person waltzed in. Mattenes was kinda astounded he didnt notice, especially with his sensed power seeming a little bit better than his own, which was good for him. it seemed to keep him calm. He observed thier rather mangled looking face with a blank curious expression. And without thinking, he approached and reached out with his own hand, for a handshake "Hello! It's very nice to meet you! Yeah, what she said, you're not inturrupting anything! My name is Mattenes! Im ah" He paused, realizing the person had asked if they were a fighter, his hand faltered for the handshake, reaching to his neck again with his other hand "oh ah. No, no im not a fighter. Im- well actually im a pacifist." He admitted, looking back to gira. Pulling back his hand after shaking if He took his offer for a handshake "Oh, right, what're you two doing here?" He'd asked again
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Post by Gira on Jul 1, 2017 3:59:27 GMT
Gira turned her head at Matt when he mentioned he was a pacifist. She heard of those kinds of people. They didn't like to fight. The concept was foreign to the half-Saiyan. She took a fight whenever she could get one. She didn't understand how someone-- a Saiyan especially-- could have such an aversion to battle. 'To each their own, I guess. Maybe he just hasn't had a good fight?' Gira shrugged it off. Maybe he could show him a good fight later. Next, she turned from Matt and back to Nabel. "I'm a fighter. I'm a lot stronger than I look too." With that, she turned back to the Saiyan and asked a simple question of him.
"Why don't you like to fight? I thought Saiyans lived for that kind of thing. I know I do and i'm only half." She scratched the back of her head nervously. She almost forgot that she looked almost exactly like a regular human girl without her tail. It had been awhile since she lost it, but still, she wasn't used to not having that furry appendage at her back.
[OOC] Yup! That's fine with me. ^^]
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Post by Nabel on Jul 1, 2017 4:59:06 GMT
Nabel beamed instantly, upon receiving a firm handshake from the Saiyan, and a relatively awkward greeting from the girl. It was rare for him to come across such nice and inviting people. Even on a world as strange and diverse of Earth, the boy was painfully aware of how much he stood out (and not in the good way). Since day one, the extent and effect of his deformities had been clogged into his skull by everyone around him. And he couldn't resent anyone for treating him differently, even among the gnarliest of demons, the teen stood out like a freakish monster.
So when the pair of Saiyans greeted him with smiles rather than scorns, he was more than apt to return the favor. "Nice to meet you too, you two!" He stumbled backwards slightly as he raised another wave, cheeks still flushed from inebriation. It was readily apparent that he'd be in this drunken state for quite awhile. Thankfully for everyone involved, the lad seemed to be a sappy drunk rather than an aggressive one.
"I'm Nabel- I'm glad that I'm not interrupting anything." He nodded sagely, before shuddering, as an old memory crossed his mind. Whatever it was, the boy seemed spooked, as he shook off the aged thought. With that being done, he continued to grin, listening in to what else his newfound acquaintances had to say. The demon was surprised by Mattenes' statement, though he at least found some solace in Gira's response. At least one of them was a fighter!
But that still begged the question, why wasn't someone as strong as Matt a fighter? Did he have reverse-Nabel syndrome? Was he like that other Saiyan that Nabel had come across ('Kipp- Cappler?')? The boy was hard-pressed for an answer. He just had to figure out this apparent mystery. So with a nod, he opened his mouth to speak
"Yeah, why don't you like fighting?" His non-existent brows furrowed in confusion, as he pulled out a flask from his bottle and sipped from it. That definitely reeked of alcohol. "And what's a pacifist?" He asked, mouth pursed into a kitty-cat's pout. Before he could even continue speaking, a spark of darkness emerged from out of nowhere, as a downright evil aura flooded the scene.
The seeds of corruption were planted around the small clearing, as an otherworld voice began to pour in from out of nowehere. It was gravelly and inhuman, seemingly accompanied by a droning reverb beneath the surface. And when it spoke, the grass beneath Nabel's feet began to wither and die.
"It means that he doesn't eat meat or animal byproducts." The thing, whatever it was, growled, seemingly annoyed by the demon's questioning. "It's a lifestyle choice." It snarled, before sighing and fading away. And with that, the ethereal whisper came to a halt, and everything around the demon seemed normal once more.
"I still don't get it." Nabel didn't even seemed bothered by the event, shrugging it off with a sigh. "How does that stop your Saiyan blood from flaring up?"
So since Nabel was just observing Gira in his last post, I'm just assuming that they stared awkwardly at each other for twenty seconds. owo
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Mattenes
Rising Soul
PL: 34,104
Oozaru (x10)
Zeni: 3,064
Tag: @mattenes
OOC Name: Minty
Posts: 125
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Post by Mattenes on Jul 1, 2017 5:46:21 GMT
Matt smiled to Nebel "I like your ears, they're all pointy and cool lookin'!" he complimented. Though, with her, and Nabel asking it, he looked to Gira and blinked "you're half Saiyan?" He asks, wondering about how that works. Though, immediately he realized he'd avoided the question. "Uhh... You know, I just never wanted to hurt anyone. I grew up with aliens, they were pacifists, and... they're my family." He jumped a bit and fell to his butt as the demon rumbled out
"AH!" he squeaked out. though he was more frightened by the power pouring into the area. He had flashbacks of Kaito, with those floating mini suns in his hands. He gulped a bit as he gave the wrong definition. his voice quivered "a-ah.... w-well I mean t-they are herbivores, t-they could only eat plants- but I just ate what t-they are, to I guess??? b-but that's Vegetarianism. P-pacifism is the aversion of using violence" Though, once the demon dissapeared, Matt calmed down "o-oh gosh that reminded me of Mammon too" He said quietly, before getting back up
"a-ah, right. My saiyan blood. Well, if I ever felt that burning feeling in my gut, that made me wrestles I'd just" He reached towards his tail, which edged away from his hand. he'd grab it firmly and pull a bit, he felt a shock ring out through his body, his muscles gave and he fell forward. He waited a bit before letting go "t-that..." he explained "I-I dunno why it works, but it does. n-no more burning gut" He chuckles a bit, and manages to sit up. "uh, if you dont mind me asking, why do you two like fighting? Isn't it hurting people?"
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Post by Gira on Jul 1, 2017 6:40:18 GMT
Gira blinked at Matt's response. 'He doesn't like hurting people? Is that really it?' Before Gira could respond to anything that had gone on, she felt the overwhelming presence of evil as an otherworldly voice boomed. Gira wasn't frightened of it, but the downright malevolent feeling she got from this presence left her with a pit in her stomach. As it faded from sight, so too did the malevolent feeling. 'W-What was THAT!?' Gira thought to herself as she tried to feel out the energy she had just felt. It was gone, though. With a sigh, Gira turned back to Matt as he asked why they liked to fight, specifically if they liked fighting to hurt people.
"No, that's not it!" Gira put her hands up defensively. "I don't like hurting people. I just like to fight. The adrenaline, the challenge... it's almost addicting. I only fight people who want to fight me though. I don't like to force the issue. Where's the fun in that?" Gira chuckled before turning back to the little demon that took a drink from its flask. He seemed so childlike, yet he was drinking alcohol. Gira felt a good amount of power coming from him as well. She knew that children could be strong. Hell, she wasn't even sure age worked the same way for... whatever race he was. Demon, she guessed. He definitely had that air about him.
Against her better judgement, Gira decided to ask... "Um, say, how old are you? Sorry if that's a rude question. I just find myself curious."
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Post by Nabel on Jul 1, 2017 8:03:13 GMT
"I still have ears?!" The demon looked between the two rapidly, shocked delight in his tone. He raised his hand, running them through both sides of his head really quickly, before putting on the most gleeful of smiles. I have ears!" He giggled, triumph in his voice and tears in his eyes as he bounced around a little. With that being done, he listened in to what the what the young man had to say, though he didn't entirely understand it. The demon tilted his head at Mattenes' reply, a look of utter confusion spelled out on his tiny face. He seemed just as lost with the explanation, as he was earlier without it.
"Ah, I see." He didn't, but the demon nodded tentatively anyway. It would probably be rude to ask the older boy to explain it. "I didn't know that people from Planet Vegeta were herbivores." He said in a bewildered manner, as he struggled to accept this new information. It seemed like he'd made wrong turn somewhere, upon hearing the word 'vegetarians'. Nabel was thankful that the next section of the conversation was something that he could follow, the nature of a certain appendage. With this, the boy raised his hand excitedly and spoke.
"Saiyan tails have lotsa nifty nerves, so they're massive erogenous zones!" He said with a large grin, as though he was beyond proud of himself for knowing this information. "Some Saiyans are so sensitive in that spot, that if you hold on for too long, they can pass out." He bopped along, not explaining where and how he'd received this information. Though he already had a convenient excuse in mind. He also had another convenient excuse, as the subject of fighting was brought up.
While Gira's reply was a strong one in his opinion, the demon wasn't sure if that could sway Mattenes' stance. So with all of his martial arts wisdom, most of it taken from a drunken boxer/swordsman, he nodded in agreement. "I'm kind of the same, Gira." He smiled at the girl, then back at Matt, before continuing his thoughts. "For me, fighting's kind of like a conversation."
He pursed his lips, thinking of how to elaborate on this. Not only was this a chance to turn someone onto the hobby which he adored, but also to practice and refine his fighting philosophy. He didn't want to just spout out horse apples when he owned his own school, after all. Nabel wanted to impart some real wisdom on his future, hypothetical students. After finally searching all throughout his memories, he found the right words to say, and grinned.
"And conversations can take on all sorts of forms-" He nodded, his mind flashing back to his tenure under his first master. "Lectures-" The boy paused, remembering all the times that he and the old man hypothesized over the best way to perform a certain move. "Debates-" Then his grin only grew, as he moved away from his mourning and onto all the fighters whom he had met. The ones whom he had found to be kind and sweet, despite the being the minority. "Even just casual chatting." Upon finishing his little list, he moved onto the main point he wanted to make
"All are different ways to communicate ideas. To elaborate and discuss and dissect any given topic. It's trading of knowledge and wisdom between like-minded peers." The boy's voice deepened ever so slightly as he spoke. From the twinkles in his eyes, to the bounciness of his gestures, it was clear that the boy's passion for the art of fighting ran deep within his system. "It's bonding with another thinking, feeling, loving, living being!" He took a deep breath, as he hopped in place, clearly wrapping his head around the topic too much. Someone stop him before he hurts himself.
"When martial artists go around and fight each other- they essentially undergo the same courses of action." He giggled. Not because he found the prospect funny, but because he just felt his mood elate. "It's communication on a physical plane! Body language taken to its logical end point- an equally intimate variation of the act of making lo-" The boy cut himself off just in time, as he realized something. He was no longer on the ground, and he was no longer speaking softly.
He could see the other two at eye level, which should not have been possible with his height, unless he was flying. With how excited he got, it was likely that a large section of the bamboo forest had heard his navel-gazing as well. Woops. So with a bright, red blush, the boy settled back on the ground and sat, clearly deflated.
"Sorry about all the loud gushing." looked at the floor, before moving onto the girl's final question. "Oh- I'm seventeen. What about you two?" He smiled at the pair awkwardly, before taking a sip from his flask. "How old are you guys?" That could have gone better.
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Mattenes
Rising Soul
PL: 34,104
Oozaru (x10)
Zeni: 3,064
Tag: @mattenes
OOC Name: Minty
Posts: 125
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Post by Mattenes on Jul 1, 2017 9:07:47 GMT
Mattenes had chuckled at the demon's excitement as to his newly found ears. He felt a bit more comfortable. He however shook his head "nonono! ah, Im talking about my adopted parents. My real parent's probably weren't, My parents..." He tried rolling the dice in his head to see if he should explain the circumstances around it. He sighed a bit, not really able to explain it "They died. The others took me in and sheltered me" He scratches the back of his neck for the second time.
Matt looked to Gira and felt a bit flustered (Embarrassed wise) by her defensive reaction "oh! sorry! I didnt assume you liked hurting people!" he listened to her though "Fighting is... fun? and you dont like hurting people... I dunno how to grasp that..."
However, to the news that his tail was an erogenous zone, he blinked, his cheeks flaring up red "w-wait, what?!" Though, there was a doubt that Nabel m ight know what Erogenous zones were. So he calmed down a bit "yeah, i've passed out doing that, I just didnt... know what else to do. I didnt have anything else" He said, sighing a bit, a little less flustered overall
The words Nabel used, it roused something in Matt, just something small, a yearning spark in his gut. He didnt like the feeling, but it wasnt roaring like when he suppressed himself at home. Here, if things got out of hand, he could just- ... Run away... The spark died out as he thought about something that'd occured recently, as he listened to him list on what they could feel like. Though he felt himself giving Nabel a weird look because he was floating. "uhh, you're flying" He looked around to see if he could controll wind or anything before asking Gira "How is he flying"
As for his last question he just thought for a minute "oh wow I have no clue how old I am. I've been living on another planet with other forms of time." he chuckled nervously a bit "I dunno, early adulthood, that's how old I am"
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Post by Gira on Jul 1, 2017 9:49:24 GMT
At the reveal that the other Saiyan didn't think she liked to hurt people, she sighed with relief. Those who caused pain for the sake of it were the worst kind of people. She didn't want to be lumped in with them. Part of the reason she became a superhero, other than getting to use her immense strength and grow her power without her mom knowing, was to make sure those kinds of people were brought to justice. Gira decided to respond to Matt's mention that his parents died. "Sorry to hear about that. Losing your parents can't be easy." Gira thought about what it would feel like to lose her mom. She didn't even want to think about it. For all of her mom's faults, Gira loved her. She probably didn't expect to be a single parent raising an alien child. That must have been tough.
At the mention of "erogenous zones," Gira turned her head in confusion again. The Saiyan seemed a little surprised at the comment. Gira had no clue what these things were, though. She was rather innocent. She wasn't stupid, but the subject of erogenous zones and similar topics went over her head. She was about to ask an awkward question about what those were when Matt mentioned that Nabel was flying. It was like he was surprised, even asking Gira how he accomplished something like that. The half-Saiyan shrugged at her kin. "Can't you fly? It came super easy to me. I've been flying since I was five or six." She grinned, proud of herself.
She was aware that flight didn't come easy to most people. Still, she thought a Saiyan would have learned the art by now. "If ya want, I can teach you some time. If you have at least a little bit of talent in ki control, it should be easy." After that, Gira listened as Nabel and Matt gave out their ages. Matt more vaguely since he didn't know his exact age. "Oh, you're actually as old as me." Gira almost sounded like she didn't believe it. How could this guy be the same age as her? Age had to work differently for his kind than it did for humans or Saiyans.
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Post by Nabel on Jul 1, 2017 10:16:53 GMT
The boy felt even more energy be stripped away from him, as the subject of dead parents popped into the picture. Gira's ending thoughts on the topic summed it up well, and he nodded in agreement. "It isn't. It really isn't." Nabel sighed empathetically, as he settled down on the ground. With how closely he could relate to the topic, the demon didn't really wanna fly anymore. Instead, he looked up at Matt, and gingerly laid his fist on the older man's shoulder.
"Sorry to hear about that- yo." The demon put his only hand inside of a raggedy pocket, and let the rest of the conversation run its course. Eventually, his cheeriness slipped back into the fold little by little, as he began to bounce around slowly in place again. He was glad that they didn't dwell too much on the topic, because even though almost two years had past since his only father figure's untimely death, it still weighed in heavily on the boy's mind. Which made sense, considering how old demons could get.
The teen was practically a toddler by his species' standards, though with how bad of a shape his body was in, he'd doubt that even the most world-weary of demons would be able to guess. Mammon certainly hadn't figured it out. Or if the ancient being did, it certainly wasn't made clear towards Nabel. Speaking of which, that did tie into the subject of ki control.
"Well, Matt- wait- can I call you Matt?" He stopped in his tracks to ask the question, before branching back intro a smile. "Anywho, you're not a fighter, right? Do you know what ki is?" He tilted his head a little. "If you've met Mammy- maybe he's showed it to you!" The boy chuckled slightly, completely unaware of how dark Mammon's path had gotten since they'd last met. He probably wouldn't be able to hug the elder demon anymore, not without being blown into a million and one pieces in the process. With that out of the way, he turned back to Gira, his single eye widening with delight.
"Really?" He asked, as he pumped his fist. "Awesome! I've never had a friend my age before-" The boy chuckled, before sighing. "Everyone I know's so much older than me." He pouted, remembering that most of the people that he knew were either dead or completely unimportant to him. Fun. Still, he wouldn't let that keep him down for long, as he held out a high five towards Gira.
"Wanna be same-age budddies?" He asked, before flashing Mattene an apologetic look. "I'd give you the same offer, but I dunno how old you are." He paused, before stamping an excited foot, as his hand was still waiting on the girl's high-five. "Let's just be regular buddies instead!"
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Mattenes
Rising Soul
PL: 34,104
Oozaru (x10)
Zeni: 3,064
Tag: @mattenes
OOC Name: Minty
Posts: 125
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Post by Mattenes on Jul 1, 2017 10:41:07 GMT
Mattenes accepted the condolences a bit awkwardly. He saw them try to sympathise with his situation but... given the full story, he really didnt feel that broken up about his real parent's death. They tried killing his adopted family's race, take over thier planet. He knew nothing of his biological family, but he knew everything about his adopted family. Still, he did sometimes wish perhaps things could have been talked over. Maybe then he wouldnt.... maybe then he wouldnt have had to worry about himself becoming a danger. Any pleasant memory of family always wrapped back to the elders. To his friends. He didnt have a single memory of them.
Though, as the topic shifted back to his flightlessness, he blinked, cocking his head to the side. "The heck is Ki...? Oh, wait I think Mammon mentioned something about it, but not much... my head's fuzzy about that day though... I cant actually say if I even remember what he even said" He shook his head before turning to Nabel "Oh, ah- yeah you can call me Matt, It's close to what my friend called me anyways." He then turned back to Gira "I dont know about Ki control, but if it's what I think it is. I can sense that you're about as imposing as my family" He said, before turning to Nabel "and you seem a little more imposing than me. If Ki is that imposing feeling I get" He explained. He had no clue how to phrase it elseways. To him, Ki felt like imposition, it felt like his gut tightening into a knot. In the face of Kaito back at his full power threatening purika, it felt like a swirling vortex that threatened to swallow him whole.
He shivered "a-ah, but yeah i'd like some control teaching if you're willing to teach me- as... well for now as long as I dont have to fight. I dunno, I have to think about my pacifism more now till I feel comfortable enough to say yes or no To a fight, even if it's not like how i've grown up to see it" He explained. They were getting through to him little by little. He wondered how they saw it as something wonderfully fun. but, not because it's hurting people, What else is there to fighting? He... He almost wanted to know. That spark in his gut had come back alive, and was slowly aflame, like a candlelight. He didnt like it, but he didnt feel too uncomfortable.
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