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Post by Pracross Yendatta on Dec 2, 2017 4:11:03 GMT
[Of Stars Or Black Holes] Pracross PL - 44,650 Gain Bonuses - HW Current PL - Suppressed to 5 (Max of 11,163) Tempest PL - 50,000 Current Event: Full Moon
Knock knock knock “Chai” Knock knock knock “Chai” Knock knock knock “Chai”
Pracross had just returned to his mentor’s house after the party from the night before. He hated to be a bother, but he had an important discussion he needed to talk to him about. The Saiyan gave up on the knocking and crossed his arms around his whole body as he waited. Why had he come there? Pracross needed someone to vent to, or maybe vice versa if the situation need be. The two could help each other out with whatever problems they had… hopefully.
Pracross adjusted the space themed scarf around his neck and pat his hair down, though as usual, the hair never stayed in place. The teen started to bite his fingers as he waited anxiously. Whoever answer the call of the Saiyan was bound to be leapt with a series of “where’s Chai”s if they were not the goat himself, but the boy was anxious.
Pracross opened the bag and looked inside to see the gift he never gave to the goat at his party and never really saw the point in it now. It was really dumb and cheesy. A self stitched pillow and a card? That was so dumb… Pracross closed the bag anyways and prepared to ready it for the goat to help him feel better. The boy was certain that Chai had to be feeling some sort of… regret or something that hadn’t become evident before. Either way, the two still needed to talk.
Urgently.
OOC: I will help you, goatbro, I promise. Tags: Chai
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Post by Chai on Dec 4, 2017 3:54:45 GMT
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| == GUARDIA'S PL == 133,280 Base 1,332,800 PL Active | == CHAI'S PL == 177,707 Base 710,828 PL Active (HWs)
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GAIN BONUSES: Heavy Weights | | TRANSFORMATIONS: Convalescence (x16) / Demonic Release (x10) |
"Oh sweet Beelzebub below, you're here." A voice called from above Pracross. Suspended on a tree above the saiyan was none other than the eight-foot Guardia in his Released glory, tail wrapped tight around the branch he perched upon for support. He lowered his head, sniffing the man before plopping on the ground beside him, standing up and brushing himself off. "Before you ask, Chai's not doing well. He's... taking this whole thing to heart, really. He always does, but..." Guardia closed his eyes, red aura fuming from beneath his eyelids.
"Just go see him for yourself. I've tried everything, but he hasn't said a single word to me, nor has he come out of his bed. Not even after I brought him his favorite snacks, movies, and games!" Guardia wrapped his arms around his stomach, looking to the ground. It hurt to see his best friend like this, though he was surprised he wasn't used to it yet somehow. Chai was very sensitive, and always put the blame on himself instead of others. It was a foolish course of response, but a understanding one, somehow. Chai didn't want others to feel pain. So he put it all on himself. That much Guardia could understand.
Guardia's tail swung back, the door to their home opening with a wave of telekinesis. Inside, a disheveled, empty home lied. It was full of trash and leftovers, but it still gave an eerily vacant air. Blankets were stretched off the couch in the entry room, and the television was locked onto a boring news channel rambling for the seven hundredth time about the Multiversal Tournament, which on it's own was not a healthy thing for Chai to listen to. The door to the goat's room across the hall was closed tight, causing Guardia to sigh. At least Chai got up to close the door he left open a few minutes ago. The awakened demon gazed to Pracross, awaiting some sort of plan of action.
OOC NOTES: time for some more A N G S T
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Post by Pracross Yendatta on Dec 4, 2017 4:30:20 GMT
[Of Stars Or Black Holes] Pracross PL - 44,650 Gain Bonuses - HW Current PL - Suppressed to 5 (Max of 11,163) Tempest PL - 50,000 Current Event: Full Moon
Pracross raised his head up with a gasp, not realizing the large demon had been sitting there all this time. “Ah, hey Guardia…” Spoke the Saiyan, his voice a little dry under the beast’s shadow. Today was only getting strange. He expected Guardia to be with Chai, maybe playing games over a successful recovery, but deep down in the eyes of both patrons here, they knew that was not the case. Pracross was about to ask about the current state of mind of the goat, but it seems Guardia was ahead of that. Key answer: Bad.
The Teen swallowed down something of a happy emotion and choked on it. He didn’t cough, but he grit his teeth. Guardia’s description didn’t help Pracross’ freakout. Lounging in bed, not eye lifting his head for his best friend? What hope could the Saiyan have of reviving the Goat’s spirit? There was a pop as the boy clenched his fists, knuckles moving in frustration. It was no use to sit here and worry about it, so he might as well try.
The door opened on it’s own to reveal a murder scene. There was no blood or bodies, but there was something dead here. Spirit. Everything seemed to be given up on. Pracross’ heart fell, feeling miserable at the sight. Had the events on Vegeta really been this bad? Or was there something else stacking up behind this? The mind of the boy was racing as he tried to assume many things within such small time.
But alas, that’d be wasting time. “I’ll talk to him. Stay here and I’ll come back with a report after.” Pracross was speaking with high hopes, which he knew was always bad. High hope usually meant you clinged onto something untrustworthy. The Saiyan sighed and crossed his arms. “Watch after the sleepy head, will ya?” Pracross reached over his back and unsheathed Tempest, who was fast asleep, and tossed the Sword up to the other Demon before walking inside. “Wish me luck” The boy mumbled, eyes drained of that very popular light he usually held.
Luckily, the boy had accidently snooped around this house of a couple of occasions and was able to find Chai’s room quickly. Pracross sucked in a breath and opened the door, hoping to see something that wasn’t agonizing.
OOC: AAAAAA MY GOAT IS SAD Up Next: Chai
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Post by Chai on Dec 17, 2017 1:14:39 GMT
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| == CHAI'S PL == 177,707 Base 710,828 PL Active (HWs)
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GAIN BONUSES: Heavy Weights | | TRANSFORMATIONS: Convalescence (x16) / Demonic Release (x10) |
Guardia swallowed with a glare when Pracross ordered him to stay back, though it softened quick, with the demon giving a quick nod before bounding atop his side of the couch, which was surprisingly clean compared to the rest of the room. He was desperate now to make his partner feel better, it seemed. Regardless, Guardia caught Tempest in one of his claws, laying the sword down on the other couch before curling up like the massive, oversized cat, white eyes glowing and eyeing Pracross ever still.
Letting sleeping demons lie, Pracross would advance to the zoanthrope's room, which, when opened, was somehow even messier than the living room. But, the mess would be the least of the saiyan's concerns- as the zoanthrope himself was nowhere to be seen. Coupled by an open window with the curtains fluttering in the wind, the goatman's whereabouts could only be assumed now. But alas, should Pracross glance out the window, the form of the horned zoan could be seen slouched and sitting beside the Baozi river flowing in their backyard.
Chai ran a hand down his face, staring at his disheveled expression. Having black hair of the sort spontaneously appear back on Vegeta was weird also, but it was the least of his concerns. His ear twitched once, senses briefly sparking. His mind tugged him to pay attention to a somewhat familiar, yet tiny energy nearby, but the goat couldn't be bothered. Chai sighed, slumping further while fiddling with a worn journal- the very same he showed Kaza on Vegeta. Still, he'd remain silent should the undetected Pracross approach, his grip on the golden bindings of the book tightening for some semblance of comfort.
OOC NOTES: sorry for delay but AM HERE
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Post by Pracross Yendatta on Dec 18, 2017 5:57:22 GMT
[Of Stars Or Black Holes] Pracross PL - 44,650 Gain Bonuses - HW Current PL - Suppressed to 5 (Max of 11,163) Current Event: Full Moon
As Pracross opened the door to Chai’s room, he was overcome with a wave of sadness. The room was a disaster compared to the living room. It was awful, seeing someone in such a state. Chai’s actions seemed to make him live like a ghoul in gluttony. Pracross noticed the destroyed bed and the neatly put together clothes, now aligned across the floor. How could someone live like this?
Pracross looked to the window, seeing the dim day awaiting his call. Signs of the Star School mentor were trailing to the window. Pracross took a step to it, only to crush an ice cream container, picked clean. The Saiyan sighed and decided to fly through the window instead. No point in making a bigger mess in just walking across a room… As Pracross floated out to the window, he spotted a black mohawked figure. Pracross tugged on his coat before landing in the grass and making his subtle way to the figure.
Pracross stopped a few feet away before making his energy visible, removing his shoes and socks as he did so. The Saiyan took his time in rolling up his black sweat pants and pacing himself to the figure of Chai. Pracross sat in the soft, green grass, sliding his feet in for a soft dip in the river. A minute passed, at least, but it felt like an hour. The Saiyan stared at the water, kicking his feet gently.
After two minutes officially passed, Pracross sighed and looked at his legs. “You probably don’t want my company here, but I’m already here so… a little too late for you to run away, haha…” Pracross gave the goat a small smile before it melted away with guilt. “I heard you needed cheering up so I came to stop by, maybe help you cheer up.” Pracross scratched his neck and looked away. “I heard about Vegeta. You didn’t deserve to have to go through with that.” The waters seemed so calm. It was hard for Pracross to not jump in, run away with the stream and forget about life.
“Look, Chai... I’m not Guardia, that’s for sure. I don’t know everything about you and I haven’t known you for long. Been around two, maybe three months, I think?” The Saiyan shook his head. “I-I’m not trying to be a downer, I’m just trying to say that…” The teen swallowed and looked away. “I feel like you needed someone who could relate… So… I came” Pracross looked at the goat, hand extending out. The wind blowing through it felt so calm…. Man, how he wished this could’ve been a training day. Pracross knew he had a tendency to fall into a false feelings when helping others. Feeling sick when they’re sick, tired when they’re tired, sad when they’re sad.
This was more than just that. He felt guilt. Anger. Sadness. He’d left Chai with an awful decision. He’d left him with an awful person who proclaimed himself a hero. He left Chai to face Bing, Kaza and Pieter… He left him with the burden of murder…
He didn’t deserve that...
New PL: Suppressed to 1,000OOC: HNNGGG Tears shed: 1 Tags: Chai
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