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Post by Ais on Aug 18, 2017 2:50:52 GMT
Ais nodded to Xylo when he told the Changeling that all he asked for was his continued service and that he had done admirably thus far. Ais chuckled and took his seat. "That I can do, my lord." When Xylo announced that the festivities were to begin, the Changeling lord took up the goblet nearest to him and held it near to his nose, sniffing a little bit. "Hm. That's some good wine." Ais took a sip, savoring the flavor. "That's some REALLY good wine." He said, putting his goblet down. The festivities had hardly begun when an unexpected guest entered the hall.
Ais narrowed his eyes at the new arrival, taking another sip of his wine. He could tell what he was just by looking; a Saiyan. Even without the tail, it was obvious. He asked Xylo if "they" died without suffering. He seemed familiar with the Mazoku lord. That was when he remembered something Xylo told him when they first met. He spoke of his friend, Kizuki when Ais mentioned committing genocide against the Saiyans when he first joined the Mazoku. Could this be that old friend of his? Ais looked over at Xylo, whispering to him. "Do you... know this monkey, Lord Xylo?" He avoided addressing the Saiyan directly. He didn't want to be the one responsible for ruining the feast.
If he said anything to Kizuki, it wouldn't be pleasant. No, he'd leave ruining the party to the Saiyan if anyone. Ais drank deeply from his goblet as he casually felt out the Saiyan's power. He was... so weak, Ais almost found it funny. Still, he was aware that there were people out there who could suppress their power. He'd keep an eye on the man for now. He wasn't even sure why Kizuki decided to show up. He wasn't sure if he hoped that Kizuki came as a friend or foe. The battle against Purika gave him more of a taste for Saiyan blood than he had before. Then again, Ais honestly wanted to unwind after being in so many life-or-death battles.
He glanced over at Zexama as she not only turned an inanimate object into a banana, but shot the contents of it at the Heran sitting on the other side of the table. Ais sighed to himself. The Majin seemed completely tone deaf to the situation. Ais for one felt that the tension was so thick, he could cut it with his ki blade. He drank deeply of his wine again, wanting to drown his nervous energy in alcohol while he could.
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Post by Lord Xylo on Aug 18, 2017 7:59:48 GMT
Xylo nodded towards Samba, answering his question about Walker as plainly as possible. "Of course. We'll talk about my brother once this feast comes to an end. Sound agreeable?"
The crowds piled in like a flood, each seat being taken barely a few minutes after the gates opened up. The diners were made up of many races; Namekians of all three castes, Kabochan's and Brenchian's, a few Majin's, and even an Earthling. The crowd talked among themselves, some turning their attention to the main table, while others simply took in the room. With the food nearly finished, Xylo would soon make his speech, but not without interruption first.
Dantalion spoke, causing Xylo to turn. He was right; there were a few seats empty. Sax and Bassoon were missing, as well as Basil. The Mazoku frowned, but shook his head. "No. Sax told me he wouldn't be joining. I shouldn't have set a seat for him. Bassoon and Basil will be here whenever they stop napping."
Zexama shouted some more, but Xylo paid her no mind. Something else had taken his attention. Someone else.
His entrance into the room was a surprise to some, but garnered no reaction from Xylo. Kizuki's muscular form sat in the door frame, blurting out the Mazoku's name. Stone-faced, the Namekian simply nodded back. "Kizuki," he said curiously.
The Saiyan walked further into the room, a squadron of guards closing in from the hall. They shouted after him, but as they entered, Xylo motioned for their pause. Their furious action ceased, and the crowd of people sitting for this feast had gone from silence to hushed whispering. Who could this mysterious Saiyan possibly be? Was he friend or foe? A few of the Ki-sensitive diners desperately hoped he was foe; watching someone so weak be pummeled by their lord would be a delight!
"They challenged me on Arcose, so they died like Warriors. Nothing more, nothing less."
Xylo narrowed his eyes, watching as Gekido approached. Ais seemed viciously displeased with Kizuki's arrival, and that Gogmagog fellow seemed interested in taking on the Saiyan, but Xylo motioned for him to stand down. His table seemed unsure of what to do, and in truth, Xylo wasn't sure either. Last they'd talked, Kizuki was fully intent on making himself an enemy. Why was he here alone then? It was a curious situation, and on any other day he would consider calling this whole thing off. But not today; not after what they'd accomplished.
"You've arrived just in time," Xylo spoke, his features shifting to a more pleasant tone. "The feast is about to start. We're celebrating our victory in reclaiming the Arcosian Sector." He motioned to one of the empty seats near him. Only three chairs remained; two of them on the far right end by their lonesome, while the third situated itself right next to the massive Zoanthrope, Samba. "Join us if you want. Unless you're here for something else, that is."
Should Kizuki take a seat, Xylo would clap his hands, and, slowly but surely, the first course would make its way out of the kitchen. It was just appetizers for now-- salads, some small finger foods, and a few sweets. Once the tables were fully set, Xylo would begin his speech. It'd take a bit for that though, so the guests would have time to mingle before he began.
if Kizuki takes no violent actions, then Xylo will kick off the feast next round.
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Post by Dantalion on Aug 18, 2017 9:42:40 GMT
Some of the people gave their condolences towards the Lord about his grieving son. Dantalion gave no such thing partially because it seemed impolite to bring up such a recent subject, and another for lack of care. This world had Dragonballs and people seemingly clawed themselves from the state of death a dozen times before, he doubted Digeri would be any different if he had even a sliver of a fighting soul. It really did just seem so.... Trivial to even bother with a funeral if they were to just come back.
He paused as Xylo responded, nodding in response to the Lord's statement, eyes widening at the mention of Basil. Hmm.... Maybe I shouldn't have sent him to Planet Dragon... He thought to himself, he hadn't seen the Makyan, which was a fairly easy task if you weren't accustomed to looking at your knees and Sax always seemed somewhat distant from his Father. That or maybe he just never saw the two in the same room. And last was Bassoon one which he couldn't recall ever seeing or hearing about. Not like Sagi Shi, who he was simply under the impression was doing detective work, no he had never in his life seen or heard him up until this point which either meant he was simply that unimportant and held some symbolic significance to Xylo, or he was really good at hiding himself. He was hoping on the latter, but betting on the first.
So, with little else to do other than wait for Abjule to either prove himself a great cook or find himself on the streets he got all but a few seconds of respite before Gogmagog pipped up, inquiring as to what Candy was. "Some sort of cheap sugar rush that children love." He paused, giving a sly point to the pint-sized princess, "This one being a prime example." A wry smile caught his face for a sliver of a second before reclining back to his chair only to see the child placating their boredom through the aggravation of Gekido and with that mans temper tantrums it would have ruined the night. Gekido, duck. He sent to him, the words brought to him not through ears but by a dark whisper in his cranium. He made sure the voice projected was unlike his own, some groggy drunk man instead so as to not let Gekido get the wrong idea and think Dantalion was looking out for the brute. However, Gekido responded, the child giving an insincere half-assed apology as they chewed on some confectionery and asked if anyone wanted her candy, only giving her the response of rolled eyes at the brats activities so far.
Only for them to manifest a bowl of candy in front of them. It wasn't real sustenance, it was a sugar rush and he was here for at most the feast and at the very least respect to Xylo's invitation. Instead, he pushed it across to the princess and taking a sip from his cup of water instead. "No. You have it I am quite..." He said before watching them jump and holler atop the table, Dantalion raising a brow as they brought attention to another Majin that had accustomed himself to the floor more than his seat. "Take your own advice and learn to do the same." He responded, a sliver of annoyance in his breath. This one was worse than Gogmagog and so far had exhibited less intelligence a feat he thought only rocks were capable of.
Once more, he dug a little into his chair only for once again hear a distraction pipe up. He took in a short breath, watching as everyone present made some commotion about it. He rubbed one of his eyes with a hand emphasising his exacerbation at this so called 'Feast'. Even with the mention of Kaza and Vennel, the latter of which capable of killing him in a single blow and the first being the killer of Mammon he merely responded with lethargic annoyance hiding what was genuinely starting to become angry at this point.
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Majin Grape
Newcomer
PL: 7,797
Dai Majin (x1/x3)
Zeni: 500
Tag: @matt7808
OOC Name: Matt or Tacion
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Post by Majin Grape on Aug 18, 2017 20:32:14 GMT
Majin GrapePower level Offensive/Defensive: 5,585/16,755[ A Champions Feast! Victory Rewarded in Castle Mazoku! ]
It seemed like a couple people took notice of Grape's mishap and seemed to stare for only a moment before looking away. If he could blush he would be doing it right now. Thank goodness most of them were looking at the Saiyan instead of him. He quickly got the chair right back in position and as he pulled it out he heard the loud "WHO ARE YOU?" yelled in his direction. The boy looked back and seen the other Majin, the one he waved at a moment ago up on the table and yelling at him which was more surprising than when he fell a second ago. Then before he could make a remark she sat back down in her chair. This only made Grape get a little upset the Majin raised his hand in a fist and called back, "Grape knows how to sit in chair! Don't be a dummy!" Grape still didn't feel like starting a fight and by looking over at the Saiyan once again he took note of the tension he could feel between him and the big demon guy that stood up. The Majiboy just took a step back not wanting to get closer to the situation, but looked at the pink majin girl and stuck his tongue at her. It probably wouldn't be a good idea to get her mad considering she is far stronger than Grape at his best, but he couldn't sense ki nor did he care.
He sat back down in his chair, but so he looked back at the table and every so often stuck his tongue out at the Majin princess and see what would develop because of the saiyan's arrival. It was the only thing to do while the food was being finished and if a fight broke out Grape wanted to see who would win. He never seen a saiyan fight before...honestly he always wanted to fight one, but for some reason he never seen one until now. Now his eyes looked at the Namekian sitting at the table, whose posture and face showed no worry or problem, maybe everything was under control? It wasn't any of his business as he turned back to the table and felt his stomach rumble, this was his que and he slammed his hands on the table causing some of the plates and glasses to cling. "Grape is hungry! Where is the food?"
OOC Note: Skipped Kizuki by mistake. Sorry!
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Post by Kizuki on Aug 18, 2017 21:05:31 GMT
There was a lot going on, more than he would have liked. He was a bit of a recluse, after all, and a crowd like this was only bearable if there was some form of fighting involved. His eyes never darted away from Xylo's form, but he could feel the energy of everyone in the room. It wasn't hard to tell that most of them were looking at him, perhaps ready to strike him down in an instant. Perhaps he had caused a bit of tension in the room? It wasn't like he cared at all. He was hear to speak to the Namekian, the one in charge. No one else really mattered. His gloved fingers curled up even tighter into fists as he awaited for Xylo to address him, in the mean time a blue-skinned being headed towards him, claiming he may have had friends on Beppa. He was unsure where Beppa was, or what even this massive mountain of a man was himself, but was he responsible for Vennel's and Kaza's defeat? It didn't seem so, he gave off a large ki when Kizuki concentrated his attention on him, but no where near enough to take down the female Saiyajin. Though, Kizuki himself was hiding his own, true power at the moment. Perhaps this man was less than modest and not being as sneaky as he was. After all, Kizuki needed to make it around the planet without being traced by all these strangers. He knew Xylo probably felt him coming from miles away, though. As the large man introduced himself as Gekido, the Saiyajin would see something come flying towards them. Something that resembled mush? Whatever it was, Kizuki would be less than pleased to have it land on him and so quickly lifted a hand towards the flying mess, pointing two fingers at it, his pointer and middle fingers. He'd use a small, harmless kiai blast to stop the goop in its tracks, losing all momentum it would fall to floor, clopping against the clean tiles in an instant. Charcoal colored eyes tried to find the source for it, noticing two very childish looking Majin chirping at each other. It could've been either one. From the knowledge he had retained from Alaistair, those things could be quite childish and enjoyed playing tricks on people. Turning his attention back to Gekido, he'd look down at the hand that touched him, nearly curling a lip upwards in a primitive snarl to the man before Xylo likely saved him, and the feast, by calling out his name. It kept Kizuki from having to actually speak to anyone. He'd look back up towards Xylo, who gave his answer. They died like warriors, and it was something that Kizuki couldn't be angry about. If they had gone to challenge him personally then their death was on their own hands, and Kizuki knew that. He knew what they planned on doing and willingly stayed out of it. It was what he promised Xylo, and what he had hoped to tell those two before they rushed off to leave so fast. Unlike most of his kind, he had a sense of honor along with that heavy pride. His fingers slowly loosened up from a fist, his own tension loosening up. Though his face was still in a scowl, as it always was, his tail would stop thrashing behind him, calming down and coming up to wrap itself around his waist. He seemed much more calm and at peace knowing that Xylo did not go out intentionally to seek out and destroy his kind. He told him as much, and he should have believed him, but perhaps this was the only test he needed. "Fair enough." It was all he needed to say. The guards had all but left him alone and Kizuki gave a single nod to the Heran, Gekido, before walking off towards the section of empty seats Xylo had offered him. He could feel the Arcosian staring daggers into him, likely hating him already as Arcosians seemed to do. Taiga was the same way. He could understand, though. His kind had caused nothing but trouble for the Frost Demons, and there was a time where Kizuki could remember things were slightly favored the other way, but that was ages ago. Then, there was the matter of the canine who also looked like he wasn't a fan. Kizuki had never seen him, so he could only assume this was some SSE held grudge, he waved it off. He wasn't a part of the SSE, never was and never would be. But he didn't need to tell them that, or convince them. He didn't care how they viewed him, and he still didn't know why he was even here. Perhaps clarity? Regardless, he'd take one of the offered seats, one of the two off to the far right all by themselves. He liked the idea of not having to make friends with anyone best, so he'd park himself there, at least for the moment. It would be rude to not take the offered seat, after all, and... well, food. He had been slumming it in the Wastelands on Planet Vegeta for months now, he figured Xylo would be able to put something decent together that wasn't Saibaimen.
Seems like the order got a bit borked. I believe it's gogmagog 's turn? |
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Post by gogmagog on Aug 19, 2017 8:42:22 GMT
|A Champions Feast! Victory Rewarded in Castle Mazoku!|Gogmagog's Base PL: 11,256 Gogmagog's Current PL: 2,814 Gain Bonuses: HW | PL Multipliers: N/A
Guests flew through the doors quickly occupying what ever seats they could grab. It was like watching one of the most intense games of musical chairs you've ever seen! People darted left to right, groups flocked together all trying to get a seat with one another. Small debates began between the guest, arguing whos arse was in the seat first. The guards were quick to settle such debates. Gogmagog was already out of his seat as the rest of the guest began to take stand against this 'aggressor', from the corner of his eyes Gog noticed the slight change in Samba's posture as his heckles rose. Gog had seen that in many animals, their way of sizing themselves up gaining an extra few inches. Subconsciously Gog had been doing the same thing. pushing his chest out slightly to make himself look bigger. This Gekido seemed to have a different way to defuse the situation. Approaching him with such a calm dememour. Was this a diversion so he could sock him in the mouth when he wasn't looking? Or was he be truly nice? What ever it was the answer wouldn't be coming as the childish pink, princess decided to make a mess of the banana. Gogmagog stared on as the gooey sludge flew across the room towards both Gekido and Kizuki. The latter, simply extending his fingers and applying a small Ki blast to stop the paste in the air. With a sloppy 'SPLAT' the banana hit the ground. Even Gog knew this was no way to act around such a powerful Lord. Had Gogmagog been in charge he'd have crushed her between his fingers with no remorse. With the simple motion to stand down from Xylo, Gog would collapse back into his chair. Once again, the poor chair creaked in protest. Had he been giving a faulty chair? Gogmagog reached over and grabbed his glass of wine, and watched as Ais drank his. On the sly, the Demon attempted to copy Ais in drinking the wine. Gog loudly gargled the liquid in his mouth before letting it run down his throat. "Mmm. It's wine."Gog said in agreeance with Ais. It was good to have this situation defuse. It seemed the only thing Gog had done since he'd arrived was fight, so maybe a night of drinking would be good.
Gogmagog held his glass close to Dantalions face. "Dis one 'ere 'ain't a sugar rush?" Had Gog had sugar before? He didn't think he had. The only real things he'd had to eat were various bits of dinosaur meat either, dried, freshly cooked or completely off. "Is she rulin' a realm or som'in'? Or like what she princess of?" Gog asked Dantalion once again, as he pointed to the Candy Princess.
It seemed that Kizuki had decided to join the feast, somewhat. He sat by his lonesome down the end. Eh, someone would sit next to him, surely. Gekido seemed pretty keen on being friends so maybe he would.
Gogmagog's head cocked towards Xylo now a question forming on his lips. But then he stopped for a split second, thinking on whether or not it was the right time to ask. But then he shook that thought away. "You lot know anyfin' 'bout the Por'als?" The question wasn't so much directed at Xylo, but towards the whole table. "Me knowns 'e knows about 'em." Gog pointed a finger towards Samba. "Me seen dis git come from one."
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Post by Samba on Aug 21, 2017 20:05:52 GMT
| A Champions Feast! Victory Rewarded in Castle Mazoku! |SAMBA'S BASE PL: 248,324
SAMBA'S CURRENT PL: 3,973,184 |
| GAIN BONUSES: NONE | | PL MULTIPLIERS: BASHKAR (x16P) |
He almost faceplanted, as it stood his face showed his surprise at the fact that Xylo was Walker's Brother. He wondered how that was possible considering Walker was a Bio-Android, perhaps they were brothers in all but blood? Was Xylo Walker's creator or some shit? He really didn't know how the Bio-Android thingamajig was supposed to work as that level of science just flew over his head.
But priorities, the large Zoanthrope stopped gawking long enough to give an answer to the Namekian. "S-Sure. After the feast is fine with me." They'd definitely have much to talk about, or rather Samba will do the talking as he asked question after question to the Mazoku Namekian. He wasn't a fool though, he knew that Lord Xylo might have some questions of his own, particularly why he decided to help his group and all that jazz.
He'll bite that bullet when they come to it.
For now though, since Lord Xylo seemed to be an acquaintance of this "Kizuki" and wasn't up in arms to drive the Saiyan away, he figured it was okay to stop eyeballing the Saiyan and take a seat himself. But what he got from his appearance spoke for itself. Kizuki didn't look like any sort of SSE soldier, nor did he had the SSE brand anywhere on his person unlike from those he had seen in the past, like Arias and Purika. He tried not to be too offended that Kizuki didn't want to sit next to him, as he quite quickly realized the predicament that could cause.
Because really, what could they talk about and do besides stay seated and look around broodily. Perhaps they could compete for who had the most Bitch Face expression?
He withheld from snorting out in amusement as he was now firmly seated beside where Gekido previously sat, since he had nothing better to do the Zoanthrope looked around at the other partygoers, noting absently that the two Majins were already making some mischief of their own and Dantalion seemed just about ready to pop a blood vessel at their antics, the party was well and truly underway as the doors opened and the first course arrived.
Still, he couldn't help but be snide as he grabbed an offered piece of candy and popped it inside his muzzle, strawberry flavor immediately assaulting his taste buds. "Man, what pissed on your cereal today?" Samba spoke towards Dantalion with a bushy brow raised. "Are their antics getting on your nerves or are you not really much of a people's person?" By which Samba mainly referred to any sort of event that held a lot of people, like a feast quite like this one.
He grabbed another piece of candy and popped that one in, pulling a face as the taste of vanilla dripped down his tongue. Pushing the bowl of candy away, he settled for nibbling on some of the food laid on the table instead. Of course, he went directly for the small finger sized meat, while he didn't know much of the fauna that inhabited on this planet he was still a firm believer that almost anything could be cooked and served to eat with enough spice and flavor to go along with it.
Though his ears twitched as he registered Gogmagog's words, spotting the ancient looking being pointing at him from the corner of his eye. "Yeah, I definitely came from a portal." Every word dripped with sarcasm as he finished eating the small appetizer. "It spat me out from my Universe and now I'm stuck here with you lot."
TAGS: Lord Xylo Dantalion gogmagog Gekido Zexama Majin Grape Ais Kizuki
OOC NOTES: His Crane School attire over yonder i.imgur.com/3YMCBXD.jpg
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Post by Gekido on Aug 22, 2017 18:51:09 GMT
Gekido looked at Kizuki dead in the eyes curious about what he'd do. The Tension in the room was thick that much he knew. He didn't need to be super smart to know when people were worrying themselves to death. He heard the noise of something flying towards him and Kizuki as he turned his head only for Kizuki to knock it to the ground. He'd look around eying the Majin Zexama who seemed to be asking if he didn't know how to sit in a chair. He'd eye the Majin before looking back to the Saiyan. He and Xylo seem to have some history and he was friendly with those bastards Vennel and Kaza. He didn't say anything as the Saiyan nodded past he only nodded back. That was good enough for him he understood not all warriors would want to be friends just off the bat with someone they didn't know. He was trying to be courteous to one of Xylo's allies. The Heran turned giving a new look at the Majin. He walked over to the Banana that was now on the ground picking it up as he walked over to the Majin. He looked at her, "Throw your trash where it belongs next time." He'd put the Banana down right on her plate of candy looking down at her. He was going to be respected to an extent. He'd turn again sitting back down in his seat near Gogmangog. He was the one he wanted to know about seeing his claim he took down a super Saiyan being such a brute. Gog asked if he came out of a portal as Gekido grunted, "No i came out of a gutter. On Hera you're born and from day 1 it up to you to survive. That why I have my scars, at least the nose one." He said calmly thinking about to his first major scar when he was only a young boy on Hera. Compared to Hera, however, the universe was far more dangerous. He'd grab an appetizer plopping it in his mouth as he looked at the massive wolf Samba, "You came from the world where animals must have gained human mindsets, maybe earth I've seen some animals standing on 2 legs who talked like humans." Gekido said sinking into his chair as he looked at all of them plopping another appetizer into his mouth.
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Post by Ais on Aug 26, 2017 16:44:00 GMT
Ais narrowed his eyes at the Saiyan as Xylo called him by name. So it was him, then. 'I didn't expect him to be so weak, though. I guess power isn't the only thing that matters to Xylo.' Ais leaned back in his seat as it appeared things were going to remain civil. As he took up his goblet and sipped his wine, he watched Kizuki as he found his seat. 'Damn Saiyans. This place has been delightfully Saiyan-free since Tomoka kicked the bucket.' While Ais thought that, he wasn't actually happy to hear of Tomoka's death. He was the only Saiyan Ais actually sort of liked.
He was the only kind of Saiyan Ais could ever get along with. Them sharing the same goal helped too, of course. With a light scoff, the Changeling lord turned away from the Saiyan. His mood was visibly lifted, however, when Xylo motioned for the food to be brought in. He hadn't eaten a thing all day in preparation for this event and at this point, he was starving. Even though he was currently in a better mood, waiting for the food to come out, he kept one eye on Kizuki. The rest of the table might as well not have even been there to him at that point.
While this Saiyan took no action against them, Ais knew of Saiyans all too well. The second this one believed he could get away with it, he'd strike. No doubt about it. 'Never trust a Saiyan.' Ais repeated the phrase he had engraved in his mind.
Skipping Zexama with her permission!
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Post by Lord Xylo on Sept 8, 2017 8:05:22 GMT
Finally, the crowds had settled down! It was time to get this feast under way for real, but not without a little speech first. Xylo tapped his glass with a fork, quieting whatever discussion was to be had at the table below his. The crowd at large turned to their Warlord, and waited. The Mazoku Lord stared out into the crowd, and smiled warmly. "Friends, fighters, freeloaders looking for a free meal... It's been a long and hard war, but we are winning it!" He thrust his goblet higher into the air, sloshing his wine about. The crowd reciprocated. "The Solar Empire may be mighty, but we are mightier! Their advances on our territory have been pushed back with rousing success, one of their strongest generals lies dead by my hand, and now they are slinking and sulking in the corners of their empire, licking wounds WE gave them!" That got a major reaction from the crowd. Hoots and hollers from the soldiers, with some banging the table in rhythmic fashion. "The final days of this war are coming, and when the embers of war have faded away, the galaxy will wrenched from Habana's grasp, and we shall take our rightful place as the rulers of this galaxy!" The crowd cheered again, and though Xylo's fanged grin was on full display, he couldn't help but be worried. The war was being won, yes, but how long would it last? Maybe the Age of Mazoku still needed time to simmer and boil in the pot. Was he pushing his people before they were ready? Maybe so. Maybe he'd be labelled a terrible beast when this was over, like the whispers and rumors that snaked around his army said. He didn't care. His people needed to ascend past their place as slaves and wish-granters. If he was labeled a fiend for doing what needed to be done, then so be it. "But today, we will not talk of battle and blood. Instead, celebrate the victories we've had... And we celebrate the fallen." A hush fell over the crowd, but Xylo pressed on. "I'm sure many of you have lost people. Friends, family, lovers. I share in your pain. I've lost my son, Digeri, to this war..." He paused, his smile finally fading. "...But do not let their passing deter you. We should celebrate the lives they lived, and hope that their spirits are strong enough to return some day." Before the somber tone could stick, Xylo tapped his glass again, and a myriad of waiters poured into the room. Each of the waiters carried massive plates of food, with enough meat and vegetables to stuff a city full of people. There was Paozu Dinosaur imported from Earth, Arcosian Frost-Leaf Salad with a special blend of dressings made by the head chef, Namekian Frog Legs with a tub of spicy dipping sauce, and a few dishes that Xylo didn't even know the names of. Gogmagog's boar was presented to him, cleanly cut into chunks large enough for the beastly man to hold, and the rest of the VIP table received much of the same that was on display for the main crowd. Shortly after the dinner was set, Xylo nodded his head, and the crowd began to dig in. The Mazoku sat back down finally. He wasn't sure if he'd eat just yet, but those frog legs did look appealing...
Alright, so we can either end this round and have the thread kinda 'fade to black' as we eat, or go a few more rounds of chowing down. It's up to you guys  |
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Post by Dantalion on Sept 10, 2017 4:49:28 GMT
He sucked on his tongue, an audible click as he looked to the hairy upright dog-man who seemingly felt the need to take a jab at Dantalion. He took a pause, metronome of noise following as his fingers ran along the side of the table before taking in a deep breath, elbows pressed against the table as a dark smile crossed his face. "Couldn't tell ya. But it had the distinct smell of dogman." He retorted, his elbows pulling up from the table as he crossed them on his lap, his smile turning cocky as if he sat with immunity. "Guess someone was just marking their territory." He finished, Xylo picking himself from his chair as his voice vocalized across the entire hall Dantalion taking a pause from the insults as he let the man mourn and speak.
It went well for a while, then he brought up the touchy subject of Dead Son, the sort of conversation piece one never tended to bring up in a dinner setting, maybe if someone made a bad dead son joke, but other than that there was no real need. The meal was already tainted with a sombre expression, and him digging it home done nothing more than bring that sense of unease that little bit closer. Well great. First half the table brings up death and now Xylo really just... He paused, passing the thought along as the smell of foods rolled in, wafted on the breeze. He was glad he had this from this day if he was anything else his sense of smell might be lost and the tantalizing scent of freshly cooked Dinosaur.
He held his knife and fork in hand, letting the rest gorge on what they wished and deciding to eat what few leftovers there might have been left to remain. Though with a Saiyan, a Gogmagog and Gekido, he doubted that their three combined appetites would leave much left for the rest of the dinner guests.
I am pretty happy to simply let this fade to black. It seems like it lost steam pretty quickly.
Taking Zeni if we are wrapping it all up.
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Post by Kizuki on Sept 10, 2017 16:08:36 GMT
Kizuki had barely paid attention to anything that was being said at this point, he just sat there at his seat with his arms crossed against his chest, waiting for the food to be brought to him. Technically, he wasn't an ally here. He didn't share in any of Xylo's victories in an effort to expand his Empire and that was a fact. He felt like perhaps he was one of those freeloaders looking for a meal, to which at the mention of that the Saiyajin have a simple, "Tch." as a response. "Had I known you were throwing such a gaudy get together I would've waited until it was over, Namekian. Freeloader. HMPH.", he thought. In any case, a plate of hot food was presented in front of him, as if he actually deserved it. No, this was a meal for Xylo's people and his pride began to well up within him. He looked down at it, assorted meat pieces and the like, served with a side of rice and an odd, dark looking dipping sauce. It made his stomach grumble harshly as the smell wafted up to his nostrils, visible smoke coming off the food and entering his nose. Damn it all, he was too hungry to be proud. Was there even such a thing? A small bead of sweat formed on his forehead, struggling with what to do until Xylo brought up a subject that seemed to somber up the room. His son had died. Kizuki looked up from his plate of food at the Namekian Overlord, arching a single eyebrow upwards as he spoke. Kizuki didn't know about Xylo's children, only the fact that he had a "brother."
At that moment, the Saiyajin felt something inside of him make itself known for the first time in well over a year. His own family. His own people. He had led a war to reclaim his home world over two thousand years ago and in the process lost everything. His son killed. His wife killed trying to aid in Kizuki's escape. And here he was struggling over if he should eat or not, struggling over what he should be doing next. Anger now rose inside of him, and a deep regret. He had strayed so far off his path that he was disgusted with himself. He had failed them, all of them. He should have gone into space by now, found Planet Daikondu, if it remained at all, and did what he had to do. He wasn't even sure if the planet itself had been destroyed or not, or if someone else had taken it over. Regardless, his place was there and not here, not Vegeta or anywhere else. At that point he couldn't see himself wanting to eat much of anything. He turned away from looking at Xylo, who had since finished his pre-dinner speech, and looked back down to the food. He took a deep breath in order to calm his nerves, the savory smell of the food not even making his stomach roar in hunger anymore.
He would then begin to doubt himself. Could he actually do it, go all the way to where his home world once was and attempt a solo revenge mission? He was stronger than he was then, no doubt, and a Super Saiyajin of course. However, he witnessed the god like power on Vegeta of that blue haired boy, the one who gave off no signs of life yet had the energy capable of blowing away the ascended Super Saiyajin Queen, Habana. His power was unfathomable, beyond anything he had ever seen before. The thought alone nearly caused a shiver to run down his spine. What that one "child" was capable of was pure devastation. If these mechanical monsters that had invaded his own home were that strong, if there was an entire planet of those metal made demons waiting for him to return home, he'd just die in vain, everyone else would have also died in vain, for absolutely nothing. He'd nearly snarl at the thought, but slowly began to eat. He needed nourishment, he needed strength. He needed to overcome the true wall of the Super Saiyajin if ever he was going to avenge them all. He began to eat faster then, his blood beginning to boil at the thought of wiping every last one of those Android scum out from existence. The oncoming threat from Vegeta would be the perfect opportunity to hone his skills for sure, to gain the strength and power needed to ascend, TRULY ascend, past the Super Saiyajin wall without the help of a full moon.
The excitement rose in him to the point where he would eat his fill, and then some, quickly as was the usual Saiyajin way. So much so that he had completely forgotten to let Xylo know about what and who was on their way.
Oh, well. He'd know soon enough, it seemed.
Skipping Majin Grape since we agreed I'd take my previous spot to post, and also they haven't logged on in about a week so.
Will make this my exit post, PL please.
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Post by Samba on Dec 18, 2017 22:27:04 GMT
(Perhaps we can draw this thread to a close since everyone is too busy with the tournament and stuff? If so I'd like PL, please. If not, then we can just keep it going when everyone's not busy anymore.)
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