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Post by Wyntre Cold on Jan 20, 2015 20:55:26 GMT
Uh... what? I mean, candy weird dance things? What was she even doing? How... how was that even physically possible? Oh god she needed to fire her. This was getting way of of hand... later. I suppose things like this just happen, really. Zexama just happens. What was she doing now? Candy front-flips? Yeah, that was about it. It would be really great if she got someone to take care of her, preferably a powerful green water-drinking slugman of some kind. "Zexama, Zexama, Zexama. You don't have to kill anyone. Would you like to spar?"
She yawned to herself. If they where to fight, she'd probably have to hold quite a lot power and suppress it further to make it further, unless Zexama had a transformation, or was holding back. Perhaps she was simply fooling her scouter. Either way, this should be easy enough, even in her limited form.And so, assuming Zexama where to accept this, she would go into a battle position of sorts, possibly waiting for the weird, stupid, pink... thing, to attack. How... how the hell does it even work?
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Post by Zexama on Jan 21, 2015 8:30:37 GMT
Zexama looked at the chaos she was causing and just shrugged at it, there humans, they'll sort them self out sooner or later, or die. She looked back over to Wyntre who was calling her 'Zexama Zexama Zexama', what an awfully long name for someone so small in brain and size. She walked up to Wyntre and eyed her back, staring at her with her black eyes with that tiny spectrum of the menacing dark red peaking out from the very soul that just murdered all of the innocent people.
"Nah."
Zexama wanted to go back to that candy shop that was recently demolished by some random idiot with roughly two friends and no internal organs, INCLUDING A BRAIN! Well, at least she had her can- She pull her special candy bag up to noticed it was nothing but the brown thing that she had been holding on to it by, it must of gotten destroyed during the explosion and her hand must of endured the blast for it. "NOOOOO MY LUCKY BROWN CANDY BAG OF DEATH! Whoever caused that explosion will die by my very hands.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Jan 21, 2015 8:44:42 GMT
Wyntre looked in Zexama's dark, red eyes. It was just so.... unsettling. When you looked into those eyes, you see the void of space. You see a lack of anything at all, a perfect void of just... black. Void. Nothing. And are close weird, red hollow eyes. They're dead. They're rage, and they're dead. And yet... they are so active, perhaps like a vampire or zombie of some sort. And then she rejected her offer to spar, which was probably for the best. She creeped her out. She was relieved at this, even though she'd win, because... those eyes... they suck your soul, and candy, from you. Just look at them... so unsettling. So... so very, very wrong. But that wasn't the cetronigo of the moment, and yes that is a word shut-up, she focused back to her normal state.
Zexama, as usual, was being absolutely bat-shit crazy normal and not wrong in any way as she was shocked when she looked at her candies, exclaiming she'd murder whoever burnt them. Feeling some humor might become of the situation, she smiled. "But Zexama, you did that."
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Post by Zexama on Jan 21, 2015 9:06:51 GMT
What was this, she, she was the monster that doubled-handedly and mecha and a bunch of fire killed her candies? How could live with herself, well, she couldn't this wasn't allowed to continue, what if she hurt candy even more? What if she ended it, wait a second, she had been all this time, SHE HAD BEEN EATING IT! "WHY DID I EAT CANDY! I'm A MONSTER, I HATE YOU SUMMER! IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT! Now I will strangle my self."
Zexama grabbed herself by her throat and dragged her self around, she even got her antenna to help her, then somehow, her own antenna picked her up and hit her against the ground constantly she continued to chock herself until realising something. "GOD DAMNIT! I DON'T HAVE A TRACHEA!" She ran around in circles tripping over twice and relesing the strain upon her neck.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Jan 21, 2015 9:43:34 GMT
Wyntre watched Zexama's speech and horrific display of self-stranglement. Sometimes it is hard to realize that Zexama isn't even trying to be this comical... Does she even know what a trachea is? And why does she keep calling her Summer? I mean, seriously. six quarters away from murdering everything. Six quarters, yes. She's absolutely cray cray. And, accordingly, she slowly backed away, worried for her general safety, and intelligence. "Perhaps we should go back to the ship? We can do some Gravity Training."
But hang on a second, she thoughtfully thought, thoughtfully, as this is how thoughtful thinkers think. Perhaps I could make some entertainment from this certain event, she thoughtfully thought, thinking thoughtfully on her thoughtful demeanor as a thinker. "Wait, no. YOU DON'T HAVE A TRACHEA? WHAT KIND OF MURDERER ARE YOU, YOU SICK KILLER. YOU KILLED ALL OF THOSE CANDIES, YES YOU DID. AND WHEN YOU DIE, THEY'RE ALL GOING TO HAVE THEIR VENGENCE AND MURDER YOU INSTEAD!"
Perhaps that was... too much.
((Precurser to the 10x.))
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Pipa
Archived
PL: 19,119; Great Namek(Demonic Will) (x3); Makyo Star(x8); Items: One-Use Space Pod, Onyx Scimitar, 1 5,000PL Guard, Upgraded Ship (6 occupant ship), x80 Gravity Chamber, Heavy Weights; Zeni: 0
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Post by Pipa on Jan 28, 2015 19:22:40 GMT
2,564 pl for Zex
2,481 pl for Wyntre
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