Rosemary
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Post by Rosemary on Jul 9, 2017 22:35:11 GMT
Rosemary's PL: 600
The rumbling roar of the unseen beast rolled across the field of lush grass. Louder and louder, it grew with no sight of an owner. Louder and louder, it came closer to the shores of the red lake. Louder and louder, the cherry-colored beast and its rider appeared without warning, and came to a sudden, sliding halt in the field.
The red-skinned woman shouted and hollered as adrenaline pumped ever so powerfully through her veins. She still didn't know what the beast of polished stone and leather was, but she was quite enjoying herself. In her revelry, she hadn't the time to notice that she was no longer where she'd been, and she might not have for some time if not for the feel of grass tickling her soles as her feet touched the ground. With her dark eyes widening and the constant growl of the beast dying, she looked around at the new terrain in wonderment. The desert had been replaced by grass and trees and a lake -albeit, she had never seen a red lake before. The city that had been behind her was now a far off mountain range, and the smell of raging battle was simply... gone.
As she continued to take in her surroundings, Rosemary carefully dismounted the beast, only to be surprised as it disappeared just as mysteriously as it'd first shown itself. However, rather than worry, what she felt was a strange sense of contentedness. Her attention quickly turned back to the new world around her, and she smiled at it all. Even her tail was enjoying itself, swinging to and fro behind her as she walked towards a nearby tree.
It only took the white-haired woman a few attempts to climb the first tree that she saw. Much to her amusement, it was quite similar to the trees she'd climbed back on Sadala as a child, and she quickly pulled herself to the top. Balanced atop one of the thicker branches that could hold her weight, her head and shoulders poked out above the leaves at the top of the tree, and from here, she could see even more of the area. She could see people, even; large and colored with assorted reds and blues, all bearing horns, though they were much shorter than her own. Strangely, they seemed to be doing something with the small clouds that populated the open expanse more than they did anything else.
OOC: This immediately follows the events seen here. No fighting, please.
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Post by Plato on Jul 9, 2017 23:16:37 GMT
Powerlevel: 256,121
Plato yawned his eyes shutting slightly as he sat on the rocks near the ponds. Ghost and spirits floated about with the ogre in places watching the ghosts. Everyone he was so soft spoken and pretty much boring. So far all the ghost and ogre didn't have much to say. Maybe they had been down here so long they lost purpose and a sense of trying to live. Plato really hoped this was not going to be all day or maybe he'd have to consider breaking out of hell. He had no intentions of being living his life without any form of purpose nor a life where he had nothing to do. Though this had only been the first day there could be an assortment of other warriors still fighting but nearing death. After all while his battle on yardrat lasted a long time he knew others may of taken even longer. Yardrat sent The commander but for all he knew other fighters were tangling with the queen or Vennel the new general of the sse at least that was what he understood from Vennel. Plato sighed as he felt a faint power his eye lingering at a small tree as a head pocked above the leaves of the tree. He pulled his head up looking at the horns that layed on the person's head. He could not see the rest of the figure but he assumed by the horns it was either an ogre or demon. He got to his feet as he began to slowly walk towards the tree where this person was located. There power was not that high but not low enough which made him think they were trying not hide or could not. He kicked the tree lightly, "Hello anyone up there." He spoke tilting his head, "No one here is aggressive down worry, you must be one of those new comer, welcome to hell." He made it sound as joyful as possible though it was hell. How good could it really sound.
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Rosemary
Newcomer
PL: 8,228
Hidden Potential (x4)
Zeni: 6,701
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Post by Rosemary on Jul 10, 2017 0:44:18 GMT
Rosemary's PL: 600
Just as she was getting her bearings on where in this world she was, a stranger's voice from below grabbed ahold of the woman's attention. For a few moments, she looked about the grassy floor around the base of the tree, but found nothing. However, looking down through the branches, she could see a white-haired man kicking the trunk, and her look of child-like wonder turned to idle curiosity.
He seemed friendly enough, she thought as she made her way back down the height of the tree. Her bare feet and hands had little trouble finding places to hold on to, but just to be safe, her tail did its own job of grasping at branches to keep the descending woman from falling. At last, she reached the bottom most branch, and jumped down to the ground.
Rosemary stood tall in front of the stranger, her sheer height dwarfing the man considerably as she craned her neck down get a better look at him. Yes, he'd had white hair, but it was nothing like hers, and he wore a strange kind of clothes that must've been made of the same polished stone as the cherry red beast. For just a moment, she looked him over curiously, until her wandering eyes brought her around to his backside.
"Where's your tail?" She wondered aloud with a voice deeper than her behavior would've suggested, but still light for one of her stature. The important bit, though, was her dialect; nobody had spoken the way she had in all the galaxy for millennia.
She, of course, hadn't the faintest clue that her words might've gone unheard.
"Never mind that." The red-skinned woman shook her head lightly as she came back around to the man's front. She was a little disappointed that he wasn't another saiyan, but at the same time, excited to have met something resembling one in this place. "What's this place? Who're you? Have you seen a shiny red creature that's always growling, like," to better explain what she'd meant, she imitated the beast's rumbling growl from earlier as best she could.
Tags: Plato OOC: In simpler terms, she's speaking a proto-language from three thousand years earlier, similar to Latin's relationship with modern English.
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Post by Plato on Jul 10, 2017 1:44:55 GMT
Plato looked up as the red skinned woman slid down as she stood far above him. He looked up watching her movements just in case for any reason she was aggressive. Her eyes wandered to her back side as she asked where was his tail? Plato raised an eyebrow though he didn't say anything about it as he came back to look at him agian. She asked him something that he really could not understand. He didn't understand what she was saying that did a certain type of growl. Plato raised an eyebrow looking at the demonic looking woman with a confused expression. He could not understand a single word she was trying to say. Whatever the case he thought she was a demon. She afterall was speaking a tongue he could not understand for the life of him. Whatever it was, it seemed to be quite primitive. "Do you know any common tongue if you do give me some type of sign." Plato waved his hand in front of the ogre trying to get some sort of response. Maybe she could speak in some sort of language he could understand and that he could speak back too. Right now it was just a mess with him trying to piece what she was trying to say. Every word that did come out of her mouth was just gibberish to him.
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Rosemary
Newcomer
PL: 8,228
Hidden Potential (x4)
Zeni: 6,701
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Post by Rosemary on Jul 10, 2017 6:20:38 GMT
Rosemary's PL: 600
Alas, the stranger neglected to answer any of her questions. At least, she thought he had, for when he spoke to her, she didn't recognize any of the words that came out of his mouth. She looked at him with a puzzled expression, scratching the scalp underneath her bushel of white hair as though that would do anything to help.
After some thinking, she came to the only conclusion that she could fathom: wherever this place was, it most definitely wasn't Sadala. After all, even when she'd met with tribesmen who spoke a different language than her own, there were still commonalities buried in the words. This stranger... This stranger didn't make any sense when he uttered whatever it was that he was saying. If that were the case, then maybe there was something she could do, regardless.
"Rosemary." The red-skinned woman gave her name, gesturing with both hands towards herself as she did so. She repeated herself once, then gestured to the stranger with her hand and waited a few moments. "Rosemary," she repeated herself again, then gestured to the man and paused like before.
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Post by Plato on Jul 10, 2017 19:13:27 GMT
She didn't seem to understand what he was saying either. Plato blinked a couple of times trying to figure out a way to solve this perdicment. She spoke agian gesturing to her self though the king had no idea what she was trying to say. She paused for a time before doing it agian the king rubbing the back of his head. He really had no idea how they would be able to communicate with one another. Plato thought about it for a couple seconds before he used his powers to form himself a chalkboard and some chalk. He walked over the board trying to figure what to write down. Maybe they shared a common way of how they spelled or maybe that would be easier to understand. He was honestly not sure but speaking was not gonna get anywhere. They could not understand eachother it seemed so there was no point in trying that over and over. It came to mind what he should try to write something simple maybe she would be understand that and then they could communicate through writing. Plato wrote down, "How are you today." He stepped away from the board, "How are you today." He said it doubting she would understand it before gesturing towards the words on the board. He hoped she would connect that what he was trying to say was what he was writing on the board.
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Rosemary
Newcomer
PL: 8,228
Hidden Potential (x4)
Zeni: 6,701
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Post by Rosemary on Jul 10, 2017 20:59:42 GMT
Rosemary's PL: 600
Much to her chagrin, the stranger hadn't even the sense to understand that she'd been trying to ask for his name. That'd usually worked to soften the language barrier before, but she supposed this world might have just been too different from her own.
As she thought of new ways that she might be able to communicate with the stranger, he did something quite unexpected. With nary even a gesture, a strange rock both green and black at once appeared, along with a small white stone that he caught between his fingers. The red-skinned woman's dark eyes widened, as this was the first time she'd ever seen someone else do that. What was even more amazing was that the white stone left quite a clean mark on the other, and on the first try! More than anything else, she was curious what sort of stones these were.
However, she hadn't the faintest idea what the symbols that he'd written could have been. They didn't look anything like the many things she'd seen back home, nor anything that might have been an animal or a tree. She eyed the markings on the green and black stone curiously for a moment, and utterly ignored whatever the stranger was trying to say now.
With a quick hand, she stole the small white stone from his, and leaned down closer to the green and black rock. On her first attempt, she'd pressed down hard enough to break the stone in two, which was quite strange. What kind of rock broke so easily? Nonetheless, she tried again, applying a softer pressure, and smiled when the stone left behind a solid, white line in its wake. Again and again, she drew more lines, appalled for only a moment when the side of her hand had wiped the powder away. In the end, she might've gotten carried away, but she was quite satisfied with the result: a rough drawing of several people, all sporting tails and standing around a much larger individual who was also adorned with two horns.
"Saiyan." She spoke slowly, gesturing to the people that she'd drawn and accentuating the tails especially. Her own tail waved about as she repeated the name given to her people by their leaders. "Rosemary," Again, she pointed to the single, taller individual, then stood up straight and gestured to herself. Without giving the stranger any time to speak, she turned her attention back to the rock, and drew something new. When she was finished, a lone individual stood at the other side of the surface, dressed in crude armor that resembled the stranger's.
"Rosemary, saiyan." She repeated herself again, gesturing in an exaggerated fashion to make her point. She made sure to circle the drawings of herself and her family when she uttered their group name. Then, she pointed to the stranger again, and drew a line in the air with her finger that lead from him to the crude drawing. Her wide, dark eyes expressed her desire to know what he was called more than anything else.
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Post by Plato on Jul 11, 2017 1:31:24 GMT
It seemed they still could not understand one another. Plato sighed looking at the demonic looking woman as she stole the chalk from him. Plato blinked and made no effort to stop her. Perhaps she had an idea on how they could communicate. She tried to write too hard breaking the chalk before trying agian apallying far less pressure as the chalk didn't break. She was drawing some lines and at first he was unsure what t meant till she finished. She drew a group of people sported tails and a figure that looked like them with horns. He blinked looking at the red skinned woman. He could only assume that she was the one with the horns but whatever about these other figures. He turned as she spoke agian though he still could not understand it as a tail came came swinging out from her backside. She pointed at the tails of these drawing as he turned walking over to look at the tails before she went back to draw something else which was a lone person standing dressed in armor with pointed ears. He assumed that was meant to be him and the other figure the tall horned one was suppose to be herself. The importance of the tails made him think prehaps a race that had important ties to said bodily attachments. It remained him of the saiyans though he doubted this person was saiyan. If she was maybe she would recognize this." He formed another stick of chalk walking over to the chalkboard.
Plato leaned over and began to draw as best as he could. He was not all that good at drawing but it seemed to be the only way they would be able to communicate with one another. He tried to draw the Ozzaru of the sayian race which appeared during full moons to his knowledge. The form also had a large tail so he tried to draw the tail to match the tails she had been drawing so the connection could be made. After drawing the Ozzaru he turned to see she drew a line at the figure that was meant to be him. He nodded trying to figure out how to tell her who he was. He rubbed his chin as he tried to say it to her, "Konatasians." Plato said before waiting to see if she understood that.
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Rosemary
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Post by Rosemary on Jul 11, 2017 2:53:23 GMT
Rosemary's PL: 600
At first, she'd thought that they'd failed yet again to communicate between themselves. The stranger had created more of the soft, powdery stone, and was drawing something new. She spent the few moments that she had thinking up new things that she might try, but they were quickly forgotten when the stranger allowed her a view of what he'd added to the green and black rock.
"Yes!" Rosemary exclaimed with joy, jumping a little in her jubilee at having made a connection with the stranger. It was only a guess, but she assumed the new figure that he'd drawn had been an oozaru, and that was enough for her. As though her smiling and ecstatic visage weren't enough, she added a small white circle just behind the head of the drawing of the mighty beast; a moon to complete the image.
"Konatasians?" She repeated the word, as her attention changed again from the green and black stone to the stranger. Was that his name, then? She could only assume so, as she'd been trying to tell him her own name for this long. Still grinning, she resumed her previous gesturing to make sure there were no misconceptions. "Rosemary," she explained with her hands on her own breast and shoulders, then pointed at the stranger, "Konatasians."
With the first crucial step finally taken, she backed away from the man and spread her arms out wide in gesture. She spun once, then twice, her white-furred tail following closely behind while she did, then returned to her repetitious gesturing between the two of them.
"Rosemary," she gestured to herself. "Konatasians," she pointed at the strangely dressed man. Finally, she spread her arms out again, in gesture to the world around them as her eyes only questioned what it should be called.
Tags: PlatoOOC: Your name is now Konatasians, and it is staying that way. Haha.
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Post by Plato on Jul 11, 2017 4:15:18 GMT
For the first time it seemed they might of been understanding what each other might been trying to say. Plato sighed happy they got that much across. She walked over and drew a moon to finsh the image. She spoke trying to speak saying Konatasians? He blinked a couple of times shaking his head. "No i am a Konstian but my name is Plato." Plato made hand motions trying to get her to understand it was the name of his race not his name. She spoke trying to say her name and though he sorta understood it he was still not sure. Though she had said it so many times he was starting to the language a little more though he still knew very little. He could understand when she said saiyan now but that was it. It was curious though if she was part saiyan it would have to mean she was part ogre? How else would she come from there and arrive here in hell. She was not dead that was clear. At the same time he had never seen a saiyan speak in the tongue she was speaking in so he had no idea what this was? Perhaps this was saiyan native tongue but they had adpoated normal tongue to talk with those not from vegeta. Maybe, she had never had contact with anyone not on Vegeta though that made little sense to him. Had she really not even heard one word of the words that almost every man woman and child in the universe now spoke? He sighed this was giving him a head ache to figure out how they could talk to one another. He shook his head, "I still had no idea what your saying." He said bluntly blinking at the half saiyan as he tried to figure out if there was a way they could understand what was coming out of each other's lips.
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Rosemary
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PL: 8,228
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Post by Rosemary on Jul 12, 2017 6:10:48 GMT
Rosemary's PL: 600
Her revelry didn't last for long, and had been doomed to die from the very start, it seemed. Just as she'd thought they were making some progress, the white-haired stranger looked at her with a disapproving shake of the head. No, after all that, they still hadn't accomplished a single damn thing. For a moment, she returned his glance with a frown of disbelief.
Then, Rosemary threw her hands into the air and grunted in irritation at the stranger. Why did he have to speak such a different language, anyways? Breathing a hard sigh, she rest one hand on her hip while the other ran through her own pale locks, and let her eyes wander around. She couldn't help but to think of how amazing this place was, whatever it was called. There had been mountain ranges back home on Sadala, but they looked nothing like the ones here, and she wondered what the chances were there would be locals just as hostile to anyone who tried to climb them.
A part of her wanted to try climbing to the top.
For a moment, she thought, well, why couldn't she? Her dark eyes swiveled in their sockets back in the direction of the so-far nameless stranger, then towards the mountains again. As though her eyes were too subtle, her tail gave away her mild bout with indecision, as it hung from her backside and wrung and coiled itself in anticipation for the journey.
So be it.
With one final glance back at the armored man, she waved him off with a sharp exhale that expressed her disinterest more than words ever could. There would be others to try and communicate with, and maybe she would have better luck with them. Besides, he was here, and the mountains were over there. Over there was where she'd wanted to be. She started to walk, and quickly left the man behind in her wake.
Tags: PlatoOOC: I'll toss up the claim.
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Queen Habana
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Queen of the Evil Space Monkey People Special Item: GPW Universal Championship Belt
PL: 415,489
Dark Power(x4); M.SSj(x14); U.SSj(x18/12), SSJ2 (x27)
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Post by Queen Habana on Jul 21, 2017 10:40:18 GMT
Rosemary | WC: 2071 | Zeni Gains: 2485 | New Zeni: 4146
Plato | WC: 1522 | Shoki Gains: 1370 | New Shoki: 3288
| PL Gains: 685 | New PL: 284,059
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