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Post by large consume on Dec 19, 2017 3:02:22 GMT
It was over before it even began. Jican had lost. ((BGM: Undertale Yellow - Snowfall)) Jican didn't remember much of how he lost. In fact, he hardly remembered anything past the last couple of minutes. All he knew was what he was told: he fought valiantly to the end, only to pass out mere seconds after the buzzer went off. The reason he passed out was because of exhaustion. He'd never used his False Super Saiyan form for longer than a minute or two. Somehow he'd managed to keep it for almost eight. And he STILL lost. The Saiyan was packing his bags, ready to leave the multiverse arena as soon as possible. It was nothing but a reminder of his failures now. The last thing he packed was Shibo's headband, which he furiously took off and shoved in his bag. He felt as if he wasn't worthy of wearing it anymore. Keeping his head down, he walked towards one of the hangars within the multiverse complex. There were very few there, and he was the only fighter. The universe bus came around in 30 minutes, so he had time to wait. He sighed. Looking down at his bag, a bit of Shibo's headband was sticking out. The Saiyan unzipped the bag and examined it. It had maintained it's color surprisingly well, only slightly fading. The yellow "DD" medal in the middle had lost its shine. "...what kind of a friend am I?", Jican muttered to himself. "I promised... I thought I...". He would continue to mutter these lines an other similar ones to himself. "I-I don't get it... how could I... how could we...". Jican sat there, lost in thought, with only one thing on his mind: "Shibo...I'm sorry..."
((OOC: PRACROSS ARE YOU OK WITH THIS LOOK AT WHAT YOU DID LOOK AT IT)) ChaiPracross Yendatta |
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Post by Chai on Dec 19, 2017 3:38:27 GMT
| SHATTERED HOPES AND BROKEN DREAMS |
| == CHAI'S PL ==
177,707 Base
250,000 PL Active (Vargas Suppression)
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| GAIN BONUSES: None | | TRANSFORMATIONS: Convalescence (x16) |
". . ."
Chai had been silently watching, following his student for a short while now that Guardia had tracked down his scent. The demon himself had rushed off to get some snacks the moment he saw Jican's emotional state, leaving Chai at the front lines now. The zoan sighed, still hiding behind the wall of a nearby souvenir stall in the hangar. He knew this heartbreak all too well. The guilt, the shame, the weakness. But... how could he word this properly? How could he, as weak in heart as he was, pull someone out of the abyss of pain where he could never do it himself before?
Frankly, the goat didn't know how, or what even to say. But he had to try something. Anything.
Chai emerged from his hiding spot, energy as high as it could be now, even with the suppression placed upon his form by the Vargas. Without a word, the zoan sat next to his student on the bench, remaining silent as a few minutes passed. Tenatively, he'd put a hand on Jican's shoulder for some semblance of comfort with a defeated sigh. "...I know this whole thing is a lot, kid." Chai spoke after a good five minutes. He wasn't going to force anything. "But I'll be here if you want to say anything. Not that you need to, but..."
"I've... gone through similar many times." Chai paused, sucking in a breath. He fought back tears as he recalled his many perished allies. "If people like us could make our pain into money, well, we'd certainly be the richest out there, right?" He never explained his past to Jican, and... Knowing he'd leave soon to head back to his home with Guardia was painful... Perhaps it was best to keep that part a secret for now. "...If I truly cannot offer you my aid with this mess, I will offer you my understanding."
OOC NOTES: im gonna hug the shit out of you you fuggin nerd
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Post by Pracross Yendatta on Dec 19, 2017 4:16:18 GMT
[Shattered Hopes and Broken Dreams] Pracross Thread PL - 44,650 Gain Bonuses - HW Current PL - Suppressed to 5,000 (100,000) Tempest PL - 100,000 (50,000) Active Event - Celestial Form: Base (x1)
Pracross laid on his bed, staring at the ceiling. His eyes were rimmed with red, his shirt rolled up slightly from uncomfortable moving, and his shoes unsuccessfully removed. One boot dangled from his tow, the other remained on. It didn’t take rocket science to figure out he had been crying. The teen has his arm against his chest, hand over a slip that said he had moved on to the next round. What a damned mistake it felt like…
The teen coughed and wiped away forming tears. “He’ll never forgive you… He’s going to look at you like everyone else does… like a freak…” The boy rolled over again and let out a few puffs of air in a sob before a tear rolled down. There was no point in trying to stop them anymore. Pracross swallowed down his last bits of joy that he’d be feeling at this tournament, and it did not go down easy. It felt like swallowing a knife, only to have it get stuck and try to cut through you. It could only be described as torture.
Pracross threw two clenched fists into the bed and shot himself up, eyes clenched tight. The Saiyan grabbed his hands and screamed as loud as he could, praying to the Kais that the rooms were sound proof. The boy forced himself up from the bed, tripping on a blanket on the first step and landing chest first into the floor. For a moment, he felt comfortable on the floor. He didn’t want to get up or move, that was, until Tempest chimed in.
“Kais above, the state of you… Get up, kid, I have something to show you.” The Demon was in a staff form, which he proceeded to tap the Saiyan on the arm in order to motivate him. Pracross only managed to groan and speak through mushed lips. “I’m fine, now just let me die…” A line that only got the Demon to roll it’s eyes. “Aye, aye, captain…” The Demon shifted itself into gauntlets and forces the Saiyan up by his shirt, placing him on the bed and floating over to a bottle of water, opening it and handing it to Pracross.
“Here. Drink it.” The Saiyan looked up and held up his hand to decline, but the weapon wouldn’t accept a no. “Drink the damned water and come with me and after you can sulk in your self hate as much as you want.” Pracross looked away and held his hand out for the water, taking it hesitantly. With it, the boy took a long drink with closed eyes, forcing half the bottle into his body. The effects were almost immediate, Pracross could feel all the excess water he cried of build back up in his body.
“Now, if you’re done being a miss priss, let’s get going.”
OOC: I am feeling the depressed Up Next: large consume |
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Post by large consume on Dec 19, 2017 16:49:08 GMT
((BGM: still snowfall)) The Saiyan sighed. 28 minutes left. It felt like seconds lasted like hours. He spent those "hours" staring at his friend's headband, muttering words to himself. He stopped once he heard someone approaching. It was Chai. The two sat together in silence for a few minutes, before the zoanthrope decided to put his hand on Jican's shoulder. They were both fighting back tears, but Jican wasn't exactly sure why Chai was doing so. "I-I just...". He kept stuttering, not knowing where to start. Chai kept trying to console him as he tried to say what needed to be said. "I'm... I guess I should start by saying sorry for not telling you about the whole dying thing earlier. I didn't want anyone to think less of me. You, Pracross, or any of the Star School. I just... I need to know.""Where did I go wrong?""What did I do to deserve this? Shibo and I were just trying to help, a-and....and...and then ". He grabbed his hair and yelled in frustration. "I don't GET IT! Why ME of all people? Why do I of all people have to suffer? I only wanted to help people, and THIS is the payback I get!", the Saiyan yelled. He began to calm down a little bit. "I've been trying to make some sense out of it. But it just doesn't make any sense. Why can't that stupid Teroru brat who got me in this situation suffer?". The actual name of his murderer escaped him, but that was only because he only caught a glimpse of him on the roster for the Major League. Tears began to run down the Saiyan's cheek, dropping onto his friend's headband.
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Post by Chai on Dec 25, 2017 2:44:19 GMT
| SHATTERED HOPES AND BROKEN DREAMS |
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| == CHAI'S PL ==
177,707 Base
250,000 PL Active (Vargas Suppression)
| == GUARDIA'S PL ==
133,280 Base
250,000 PL Active (Vargas Suppression) |
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| GAIN BONUSES: None | | TRANSFORMATIONS: Convalescence (x16) |
RUMBLE
A disturbance was felt by a certain someone. A disturbance he knew all too well- the disturbed air of one of his buddies being horribly depressed- and that would just not do! Loud, crackling footsteps could be heard outside of Pracross' abode in the Multiversal grounds, before finally, all hell was unleashed.
THUD-
"PRACROSS I SWEAR I AM GOING TO HUG THE FUCKING SHIT OUT OF YOU."
Guardia, the best partner, the supreme bro, the ultimate buddy, had come to the depressed saiyan's rescue rather violently, having knocked the door clean off it's hinges on his way in. True to his word, he'd quickly fly over, hopping atop a light fixture before pouncing down onto Pracross with the tightest bear hug he could manage. "I AM GOING TO MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER IF ITS THE LAST THING I DO YOU LITTLE SQUIRT." He remarked with narrowed eyes, picking his buddy off the ground should his pounce prove successful. He had seen his match with Jican on the television with Chai, so the problem was already clear, and it was best not to touch upon it for now. Guardia eyed Tempest with a waggle of his eyebrows before turning back to the now not-so-supersonic-saiyan.
"Alright, I've already got snacks from every stall here in the eastern grounds, I've won a giant Shenron plush from a shitty-ass rigged ring toss, AND I know exactly how to make you and Jican all better. But wait!" Guardia would hold his friend into the air like in that one Lion Queen movie. "THERE'S MORE."
"Chai's already out working on patching things up with our blue-haired buddy. When we're done, it'll be like nothin' ever happened! Nothing, I say!" Guardia finally released his friend, plopping him onto his two feet on the ground. Guardia's doofy grin never faded. The demon lowered onto all fours, tail waggling and form crouched so Pracross could hop onto his back. "Now how's about a MAJESTIC flight from the great and mighty Guardia, eh?" Guardia gestered to a giant bag of all of the goodies he wasted money on, or won after millions of tries just outside the door, tail still waggling like crazy.
Meanwhile...
Chai nodded along as Jican apologized. "It is fine. I understand." The zoan paused. "...There are things I find better to keep concealed for that same reason as well." He spoke with a solemn tone, eyes low and staring at the concrete floor. But, secrecy was far from his prime concern as Jican brought up his deepest worries and questions- why him?
"..." Chai paused, sympathizing with his friend for a few moments. "I've been asking that question for a long time in regards to Guardia and myself." Chai spoke, looking down at one of his open hands as it clenched into a fist. "I cannot find a definitive answer, but... The world itself simply just doesn't seem care. In response to our pleas, the cosmos simply respond with a "Why not?" ninety-percent of the time." Chai paused, figuring his response wasn't exactly the most uplifting of pep-talks thus far. "...But, in these dumb worlds, there are people who care. Like Shibo, and like the rest of my students, and myself." Chai sighed, worried he was poorly explaining all of this.
"Nothing will ever change the core of the bond you have with him- and us. You will never be alone." Chai patted his friend on the back with a weak smile and teary eyes. "We're here for you every step of the way. That's why we've come so far."
"Right now, I'm sure your friend is looking down, gritting his teeth, and rooting you on. He's surely happy you're trying so hard. He's probably yelling encouragements far better than the ones I'm giving right now as well- but..." Chai sighed again. A brief flash of his passed allies echoed, whether they dead as a doorknob or... being forced to live by their enemies. Chai closed his eyes, pushing it away for now. "We've both come a long way on our bumpy paths. There's a lot of more bumps to trek across, yeah, but what use is stopping going to do? I'm sure Shibo up there believes in you. There's a way. And you don't need some dumb dragon to make your dreams come true. I sure didn't need one, at least!"
OOC NOTES: NYEH
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Post by Pracross Yendatta on Dec 25, 2017 3:38:35 GMT
[Shattered Hopes and Broken Dreams] Pracross Thread PL - 44,650 Gain Bonuses - HW Current PL - Suppressed to 5,000 (100,000) Tempest PL - 100,000 (50,000) Active Event - Celestial Form: Base (x1)
There were a few monstrous steps outside Pracross’ door which he just shrug off as a larger fighter heading to his room. The fighter starred at the water bottle and sighed, standing up. “Fine, I’ll-”
Before he could finish, the door flew open, slamming against one on the walls, obviously no longer attached to the doorway. “The door-” Pracross was once again cut off by the roar of a mighty beast, a demon with the voice of lions. It was Guardia, Friend of Friends and slayer of door hinges. His roar of “Hugging the shit out of Pracross” made the boy smile awkwardly. The boy was about to give a question as to why, but he just couldn’t talk around this one.
The demon jumped up onto the small lamp hanging from the ceiling before doing so again, aimed for Pracross’ body. In the tackle, Pracross felt his body be released of any and all air left in it as the Demon continued to yell. Pracross tried his best to speak, but the lack of air prevented him from even thinking up until he was released.
Pracross looked at Guardia upon being able to stand up straight, his head empty of air, making him dizzy. Guardia listed off a ton of things that he did in order to make the boy feel better while Tempest just giggled. “I dun-” He started, but damn, could this boy ever finish a sentence without a demon stopping him?
Guardia went on about how this whole thing would just be a bad memory, then got down low on all fours before telling the boy to hop on his back for a ride. “I think I’ll-” This time, Tempest cut him off, using his power pole ability to send the boy tumbling onto Guardia’s back, facing backwards. Tempest floated over and turned into a bracelet, attaching himself to Pracross’ arm. “Ride!” Shouted Tempest, leaving the boy silent as he prayed to the Kai’s that this stuffed Shenron was extra large because he was about to face his fears.
OOC: Let the boy speak, dammit Up Next: large consume |
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