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Post by Deleted on May 23, 2015 22:52:36 GMT
Quick and precise was a saiyan in battle. Perhaps one of the few aspects they were some what graceful in. The art of battle after all being their forte. She moved so quickly it was hard to keep up with but she was on him quickly and her hand snapped the jolt rushing through his body at the central point in his neck where it hit. Feeling a warm rush to his body like a relaxing ease to the tension as his eyes glazed and he seemed to collapse into a blackness. Losing himself to the force that was smacked into him. Limp and gone to what could possible be the end of his days.
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He'd stir for a few moments before rousing lightly. His head lifting from the ground his mouth and lips smacking together as if his mouth were dry. Like a tired boy waking desiring a drink as they did at times after a long unexpected sleep. He looked tired and sleepy. His silvery hair lightly a mess and had that look of a small boy who'd slept far too long. A fire was warm and near... very near. Actually his eyes shot up a little wide and wiggled away a bit in a thump as thudded into the ground getting a few feet away the side of his arm burning a bit from the close heat. He also felt a few light burns on his synthetic flesh. The systems had killed the pain systems while he was asleep. His systems weren't able to wake him so the pain was useless when he could not react. It was systems he needed to understand before he could take direct control. Although that could possible be sometime before he even realized their presence.
More of his clothes were gone. At least the remnants of his shirt was for the most part just a sleeve now. It was also burnt and smelt like that of burnt cloth and smokey for what remained. The scent displeasing and forcing out a quick sneeze. He'd lightly scratch at his chest and belly his blue body fit and well take care of but more agile then muscular like a saiyan. He'd see the fire popping and the woman. Blinking silent for a moment or two. He wasn't really sure what to do. Did he run? Should he try and rush? No that wouldn't be good.... neither would give good results. That was clear from prior attempt.
It was more like a calculated panic as he just stared dully and blank expression. His mind running calculations in his head and ideas quickly kill off things that would fail immediately. He seemed to say something opening his mouth and raising his hand as if to make a point of it and then went silent again. Pressing his hand to his chin thinking again. Not sure how to go about this.
After a moment or so of calculation he'd try again. Little blue lips paring as he spoke directly calmly and kind. "Well...This is a little awkward. Did you burn my clothes? Why did you bring me here? I'm a little unprepared for this so you'll forgive my misunderstanding you understand?" He never heard of them taking Tuffles alive. So this was a unexpected and calculated situation. There was plans and training if you escaped but not after capture. Since usually there was no capture just kill when it came to the recent battles. But it did raise questions and curiosity. Wondering to what she'd say as he seemed a little star struck and unsure of what was going on.
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Post by Vennel on May 23, 2015 23:38:18 GMT
The fire's crackling and popping as it was want to do, coupled with the hours she'd been sitting there, waiting for the alien to likely attack her or something out of self preservation, she'd began to doze off almost. Her eyes glossed over as she waited for what seemed like forever. She still had trouble understanding how or why the alien seemed impossible to eat. A bit disappointed to, because he seemed very different, and an alien like him was probably a once in a life time chance to try eating it.
She let out an audible sigh, which she then mistook for being what caused her 'friend' nearby, to awaken. Because what she heard next was his rustling before he spoke. He started asking her a bunch of questions, mostly concerning the purpose of him being here, but also why his clothes were gone, assuming she burnt them.
"Oh good, you're awake."
Pushing off from her knees, and standing, she made her way over to the little blue alien. He didn't look like much, and after he fell unconscious, her scouter started working again. His power level still seemed to be what it originally read as, so she didn't know why he was putting up such a durable fight, yet cowered so easily. She thought perhaps her scouter malfunctioned and that was why she misread the number. Even now, she wasn't entirely convinced it wasn't on the fritz.
"Look, don't worry about yoru clothes. I brought you here because I couldn't do anything else with you. And I want some answers. Now, tell me, what's your damage? Why do you seem so adamant about pretending you have no idea about the ministry? If you're really not a bounty hunter, what were you doing out here? No one comes to the wastes unless they have no other choice."
She didn't know what to think about this guy just yet, but she hoped that he'd provide her with some appropriate answers. She could have killed him, but since she couldn't eat him, there was no point killing him just yet. Besides, with Usagi gone missing, she needed new "help."
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Post by Deleted on May 24, 2015 0:15:25 GMT
She rose and seemed to walk to him a bit of a tired look at first. But then again it did seem a little later then before so that was understandable. He still had a bit of a sleepy sensation himself but it was more just a bit of the rest clinging to him after that unexpected nap. "Yes I am indeed awake..." He'd say politely but wearied as if having to answer. Or feeling a need to for polite sake. She rose and came over to him which made him feel a bit more uneasy. She hadn't tied him up or secured him so he didn't think she planned anything to hasty but it still was a tad worrying wriggling on his knees back lightly from where he sat a few inches.
"Don't worry about my clothes...?" He'd say confused by the statement. How could he not worry it was chilly even with a fire and he desired clothes. Not feeling all that safe exposed as he was. Down to tattered pants boots and what was or could be possibly called a shirt sleeve remaining. But it was likely a point that would be aided for a bit. She seem focused on getting the answers she wanted or at least prodding him with a few questions. She wasn't being as rude as before or blood thirsty so that was a plus. One that lead to a sigh and him thinking to himself a for a moment before speaking. Clearly a little worried by the whole thing.
"Saiyan society is not something I know well or in depth. I do not know how your government works or the laws that stand from them. All I know is it is vastly different then what I remember and thought of it. These wastes used to be my home. Those ruins not far from here was my home before the Oozaru attack that destroyed it during the war... It had been going for nearly eight years. I wonder if its even still going given I haven't seen hide nor hair of any other survivors." The though making him go quiet for a moment. It was true he'd not seen anyone at all. Not even traces merely old bones and machines rusted to horrific levels. It was a lonely feeling to think perhaps most if not all the points had fallen. Maybe some escaped off world he remembered hearing of plans and ships evacuation ideas but many though it crazy. As if where would they go perhaps only heading towards a worse death in space.
"I had originally expected or hoped to run into some familiar troops that may have evacuated the city since its clearly in bad shape. I didn't think one of you would be wondering around her so close. But nothing makes sense and each calculation I've made so far doesn't seem to fit with what I keep finding. Your ministry is something I know nothing off other then clearly it must be run by saiyans. Although its not exactly a happy thought. Given if you are on the run from them or expecting danger that would make you not at the highest chain. An if one who wonders could best me so easily..." He'd go silent again. A bit of a saddened expression as he'd look away from her and into the fire. It wasn't easy really feeling so helpless. Not sure if it was more safe here with someone so deadly or out in the wilds where something else might try and slaughter him or eat him. He'd shiver lightly from the late winds He didn't have many answers for her and seemed to be lightly fearing the lash from that.
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Post by Vennel on May 24, 2015 17:47:52 GMT
Vennel waited for the little man's replies. The weird thing was, that when she first spoke, he merely repeated her words, more or less. Duh he was awake, she just said and noticed that. He had even spoken, and unless he was known for talking in his sleep, this was utterly redundant. So much for a man of science, or maybe he was and this was what passed for intelligence among his people.
Next, he repeated her again, talking about her disregard for his concerns about clothes. Was there an echo here? But still, the man seemed put at ease by her neglect to attack him so soon.
He then began to actually answer her questions. He was sticking to his story about having literally no idea about her society, some how. Claiming the wastes to be his home, and that the ruins was where he used to live. Which, would maybe make sense if he were dropped there as a small child and grew up in that dump of a place. It'd explain his power level being as high as it was, but even then, he kept talking about a war, and there was no war anywhere on Vegeta in recent history.
Apparently, he was so adamant about his war story, that he was talking about a lack of familiar faces to him, people of his race. That much made sense, she'd never seen his kind before, so that was a given.
"Look, man, I don't know what war you're talking about. I've been on this planet, more or less, for eight years now. And in all that time the Saiyans have had a long standing rulership over this planet. Are you maybe off course? Was your planet somewhere else and you crash landed here?"
She knew he lived in the ruins, but maybe he got a bump on the head and he had some sort of pod there he arrived in? Maybe there was some sort of ship that crashed, she couldn't be sure. The only thing that made any sense was the fact that this guy didn't seem to be a real threat to her. She lowered herself down, and crossed her legs, sitting next to the little blue alien, still very confused about just who or what he was.
"Just what are you anyways? I've never seen an alien like you before."
She eyed him over again, his biology was bizarre. He had black eyes and blue skin, and pale hair, and it was rather short. It was almost as if he were some sort of nega-Saiyan. But the strangest thing, by far, about him was his flesh didn't cook.
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Post by Deleted on May 24, 2015 18:16:10 GMT
It made him frown a bit as a slow sigh passed his lips. How long had he been in that medical bad... it couldn't have been years... If saiyans ruled for at least eight years so far it just didn't make sense. He didn't thing she was working some lie when there seemed little reason to. He also didn't necessarily thing they were that clever to keep a story like this going for so long. He knew his home this wasn't some crash landing. Otherwise he'd not have been in the same lab... Although how he got to the lab was still a bit of a blank spot in his head.
"No this is where I'm from. Things are just... different. None of this really makes sense... I'll need to think on things for awhile. Perhaps compile more data. Its just a big mystery presently. I know I'm home... I know there was a war. But eight years and you've never heard of the Tuffles or the battles near the ruined city? Whats left of it... Its like a nightmare... I mean no insult to you... But its a little unnerving if the Saiyans own this planet now." He wasn't built to survive on his own. An if there really was no war still going. If he was alone that didn't bold well. It was likely most saiyans would treat him at first like this one did. Battle and death likely following after so long. It was incredibly unnerving.
She sat next to him and he shivered for a moment. Thinking she was going to come down on him possibly attack again. But she merely sat next to him and continued conversation. He was silent for a moment blinking at her as if thinking on her words or the situation. She didn't know of his people... As her question made things more evident. Raising more questions that likely had no answers. Giving a rather depressing aura in the air as he'd let out another slow audible sigh.
"I'm a Tuffle... A race of minds and scholars. I myself am a scientist of sorts,... A doctor in some fields. A painter... a cook... musician." Not adding fighter to that list as he looked at the fighter. Not really caring how close she was. Its not like he had anywhere to go now anyway. If the war was really over whatever had happened it wasn't likely many Tuffles if any were about. It was like some mystery novel. "I suppose... This doesn't end well does it?" Regarding this situation. Looking over at her speaking as friends calm and collected with a bit of a saddened expression but stoic as well. Wondering if perhaps soon the hammer would come down. An the mystery be met with black as a story ended.
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Post by Vennel on May 24, 2015 18:51:11 GMT
Sitting near the blue alien, she cratched her head out of frustration. Both their stories clashed with one another, but she knew for a fact his story wasn't true. But the thing she didn't know was just why this little guy was sticking so close to his story. If it was a lie, it'd lost it's point, it's sting was gone, or rather it was never there. But on the other hand, then what else could it be?
Taking a long deep breathe to try and calm herself down, she leaned back, and looked back at the fire place. It flickered about with life, and with an idea and nopw a name to put to Icarus' race, she also now knew something about them. No where in that description did they say fighter, but he certainly was strong enough to pass for one, keeping up with her, despite giving up part ways through it. But now the question remained what to do with him.
She couldn't very well just turn him loose, he'd probably get himself killed or maybe even spill that she was hiding out here to some bounty hunter. No, she'd have to keep him close by, but he was pretty repulsed by the idea of slavery, for some reason. So that would probably be hard to do, but he couldn't very well be a free alien, his race was never found, and he was alone, he couldn't fight for the right to be a vassal race. They needed a plan, and Icarus would need a purpose.
"Okay, well that depends on you. You have two options, I can kill you now, as you can't very well be set free for a multitude of reasons. Or, you can work for me. In public settings, I will need to refer to you as my slave, so you are then protected as my property. All I will require from you in return, for now, is that you cook for me. You mentioned your people have skill in that. So you will demonstrate it for me, if it doesn't please me, I'll find some other purpose for you, until there are none."
It was unlike her to be so charitable to an alien like this, but she was curious now. She wanted to see if there was any validity to what he was saying, and to what extent. It seemed so strange that he was so strongly insistent on his story, yet she had nothing to verify it with. Was it possible there was some secret war that took place before she returned to Vegeta? Or was this guy really just a basket case? Either way, she was mostly interested in his skill set, and seeing if they could at the very least provide her with assistance while she lived on the run.
"Oh, and you're going to need to fix my armor, seeing as you damaged it."
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Post by Deleted on May 24, 2015 19:28:25 GMT
He'd seem a bit put off at the idea of being called a slave but think heavily for a moment after taking in her words. It was.... unexpected. Reason and communication was not something he expected in return. A welcome surprise but still it was like finishing a good puzzle or mystery and a big twist had been revealed. He'd scratch his chin lightly pondering a bit on the idea. It was after all better then his current standing... and well death just didn't sound fun at all. He wasn't good with pain after all.
"Well if you desire my cooking when we have meat or proper spices I can do that quite easily... I often find it a welcome distraction or did back in some bad times before... As for the armor if I have simple supplies and time with it. I could likely easily repair such things. It doesn't seem to complex a design perhaps even upgraded padding or the materials durability. I was in weapons researched and... synthetic ideas come to mind. I can agree to this.... As long as its merely a slave in verbal defense and not actual treatment as such. Given you are not on the good standings with this government it does set up a reason to trust though. I do not imagine many on this planet would have the skilled hands of my species so it could be greatly mutually beneficial I can see the logic.... I accept. Your strength benefits as do mind.... and my cooking skills apparently." He'd ranted lightly but he did that at times. But he was a little surprised.
She seemed interested in his cooking first and for most. He mentions painting music medical work and science and food is what catches mind. At least it was a simple request that in some ways set his mind at ease. It could have been worse allot worse and he damn well knew it. She would be decent help and even if he didn't want to admit it he dearly needed aid. He was home but also on foreign soil in a sense. He wasn't a warrior even if he had some power he didn't know how to use it well nor understand it. The scholar was not built to fight but learn and develop. "Do you have anything else that needs upgraded or looked over at times?" He'd accepted and looked at her scouter as well. The model looking like something similar to the scanners his people used only more advanced in style.
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Post by Vennel on May 24, 2015 19:49:53 GMT
It seemed that her 'tuffle' companion was more or less compliant. He seemed to have his reservations, but most aliens certainly did before being branded a slave, and in this scenario, she wasn't even actually demanding he be treated as a slave. She wasn't aware of how else to treat an alien though, as she was always in a situation where the Saiyan was utterly in command of any slave they had. But as it stood, the little tuffle had no other choice. And as long as he kept her happy, she could allow him more lattitude. Who knows, he could have a variety of uses, she only needed to discover what they were. Certainly more helpful than Usagi, who was a slave most of his life, and quite resistant to commands at times.
"Well, we can scrounge about your 'home,' the ruins not far from here, for any parts or pieces to help repairs on my armor. Ordinarily, I could just go back to Cacumber city and buy a new set of armor, or have mine repaired to nearly pristine condition. But given my stay out here, I'm not so fortunate. And we will find the materials you need for food as well. Cooking wild game with nothing but an open fire tends to get a bit, repetetive."
She explained away her needs she asked of him, and his reciprocated needs to accomodate. She'd keep a watchful eye on the little man, of course, but in the end, this would be the start of a new partnership, one very foreign to her. Besides, with Usagi off doing whatever it was he was doing, she was going to want someone to at least watch her back out here. If a bounty hunter came along that was too powerful for her, or a large group, she'd need some help to at least make a clean escape. Then there was also the curiosity of Icarus' situation.
"And don't worry about the slave monicre. As long as you keep yourself useful, you'll have no need to fear me disciplining you."
Her words were casual, as if what she said wasn't that big of a deal. Another strange thing, most likely, for him. As she was very different than what he expected already, but clearly not far from the brutes he had known. Standing up, she snuffed out the fire that had been going, and walked a few paces away, before laying herself down.
"We should get some sleep, tomorrow, we'll go on our little errands. If you're not here when I awaken, I won't blame you. But I will have to track you down and kill you, lest you somehow alert someone to my presence here, and you're actually what I first took you for. And don't think about killing me in my sleep, I'm a light sleeper. You won't live to regret it.
And with that, she began to slow her breathing, so as to get some sleep.
[Exiting thread, sort of. It's done anyways. Zenni please.]
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Post by Deleted on May 24, 2015 20:05:49 GMT
She was very forward and direct but with that was respectable. She was honest sounding it seemed so he did believe her. Thinking on it for a short time realizing that supplies would have to be scrounged. But a few materials to melt down and compact for armor was easy enough since it could compose out of scrape and various materials he was sure he could make work. Keeping armor up and repairing it was a easy fix. He'd just mainly need to scrounge some of the capsulized tool sets. Given his bare hands could only do so much but there was likely plenty of those in various ruins. Tools weren't in demand over weapons in those last days.
"I can find the supplies needed or what materials I'll need in the ruins. Don't worry about that its a simple fix the armor from a craftsman point of view looks rather simple. It should be easily replicated and repaired." Assuring her of that.
Gulping though at the idea of discipline or punishment. He'd not try to upset her that was for sure. But if she was going to be this stoic calm type of person more often it would be very pleasant and easier to work with her. He could take the hiding behind slave in common areas if at least in private he was treated fairly such as this. Curling up closer to the fire a little closer to her as well as the night had strange growls and sounds in the black abyss not far off being made.
"I do not wish unnecessary death and murder... I would not be so underhanded Vennel. At least this will be a somewhat interesting experience it seems." He'd say unsure if she was even still awake though. He'd stay near feeling a little safer oddly enough closer to her. His eyes felt heavy partly from stress and anxiety of recent events and a heavy head of thought and confusion. But it was best to try and just lean into it and let it slip over him in a warm bask of the fires head and the stars above. Look toward the moon and realizing she hadn't changed or become such a creature. That... in its own little way. Earned her a bit more respect. "So they don't just destroy for nothing..." remembering thinking they were beasts that loved such times for any reason or warrant for destruction. A small smile stretching on his face as slumber slowly took hold of heavy eyes.
[Zeni please]
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Post by Kaula on May 24, 2015 20:17:57 GMT
Been following this thread, snatched it up the moment it was finished!
ONTO THE GRADES!
Vennel! 6,523 WC 6,327 Zeni gains 0 > 6,327
Icarus! 6,702 WC 5,496 Zeni gains 500 > 5,996 Zeni
Adding.
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