Serori Satsumaimo
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Post by Serori Satsumaimo on Jun 11, 2015 2:42:49 GMT
Almost automatically, the body lurched forward, leg after leg.
How is it possible? How could it be?
A hand brushed non-existant materials away from the bodies face.
I once was found, but now I'm lost.
Wide eyes stared, unblinkingly, red and watery.
An Empress, trampled into dust. Now, a lowly vagabond, worth nothing, unwanted.
Nose raised, sniffing, catching a smell. A light growl escapes its lips, as it leans forward onto hands and feet. Slowly stalking, it finds its prey, pouncing, pointed teeth tearing into wriggling flesh.
Where will you go from here?
Tentative, the body would stop voraciously ravaging its meal to look around, listening, waiting expectantly.
Cast out, cast away, nowhere to go, nowhere to stay.
Wide, black unblinking eyes.
So weak...
Body trembling, hands shaking.
So lonely...
The snap of a nearby twig sent the body recoiling, leaving the carcass behind.
So dead.
Wide, black unblinking eyes. Filled with fear. Branches, brush, dirt, all flew at the body's face. Panicked, it ran forward, pushing the ground away with its hands and feet. Pushing forward and forward, helm tied to waist, white armour silenced with velvet. It ran until it was forced to stop, skidding to a halt before a cliff. Kneeling down, it checked the surrounding area, making sure it is clear of danger. Water, sweat, and blood dripped down its face.
So hungry.
Serori decided this was the best place to take a rest. It had been at least a weak since she'd been beaten, and she had long since stopped being able to hear her conscience. Inwardly, the Saiyaness sighed at the beast she'd become, the insanity that had overcome her. Animal instincts had kicked in, along with delirium. She'd been living in the waste since her encounter with Vennel, Radasha, and Icarus. With nowhere to go, this was her temporary home.
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Post by Zuni on Jun 16, 2015 11:03:54 GMT
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?"
Zuni's tone was teasing, and might not do much for the unfortunate saiyan woman's mental state, but the amusement is genuine. It isn't often that she saw a saiyan in as desperate a state as Serori so clearly was.
The Monkey Devil wore a new face today; she needed one, after all she'd been through with the Super Saiyans. It still sent shivers down her spine just to think what that all represented, but she had reaffirmed her decision. It was now more important than ever that she proceed with her goals; that she not let herself be dissuaded by the terrifying legends now writing themselves on the galaxy.
Had she not herself been such a legend once? Might she not be so again?
Well. No. Probably not. She never had much time for legends made in blood and pain, and those were the legends that the galaxy seemed hungry for in this, the Age of the Super Saiyan. But she could at least try to ensure that the face that haunted nightmares throughout the civilized galaxy had a little egg on it, no?
Zuni appeared as a short half-breed Saiyan, wearing peasant robes that haven't really been in style for hundreds of years, if not more. Her hair was a shockingly bright orange, the mane worn ragged and loose, her skin a dark tan, weather-beaten by sun-drenched lands which were - clearly - far from this stormy cliff face.
If there is one thing that might placate the half-mad saiyan, it is that the demon holds something out towards her. Over her shoulder she wears a bag of fine-spun white fabric, bulging with fruits... and it is one of those fruits she is offering towards Serori now. A peach, golden, ripe and fat with juice.
"Come come. You're hungry, aren't you? I won't hurt you."
She means that. What comes after, though, that's the sort of thing that is only ever said by people who resolutely do not mean it.
"I'm a friend. You can trust me."
But it is such a tempting lie to believe, isn't it? And Zuni's pretty features are spread in the cheeriest smile, without a hint of guile or malice in them.
(Thread PL, should it become relevant, 15,578)
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Post by Serori Satsumaimo on Jun 16, 2015 19:31:07 GMT
Her rest was interrupted, rather joltingly, as another being appeared at the cliff's edge. Serori was surprised, jumping up and back from being startled, one foot nearly going over the edge. Somehow, this being had managed to sneak upon Serori.
The woman, as the Saiyaness analyzed, appeared young, orange-haired, and tailed. She didn't seem Saiyan, and was garbed rather uniquely. However, Serori kept her defenses up.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?"
As Zuni spoke, Serori took in more of the oddity before her. Skin was darker than Saiyans, and while young looking, not smooth. She carried a sack slung on her back, which bulged in peculiar shapes. The mystery contents were revealed as Zuni took out a peach, a fruit unfamiliar to the Saiyaness. It was a light golden color, large, and smelled magnificent. However, Serori's response was to bare her fangs. They were white, any residue from her meal having been washed away with saliva. However, her mouth, and surrounding area, were still red, some parts dripping.
"Come come. You're hungry, aren't you? I won't hurt you."
Such tempting words. And she was hungry, indeed. Serori wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, never once dropping eye contact. She was very nearly about to begin reaching for the peach, to snatch it and scarf it as quickly as possible, before Zuni would have had a chance to react (in her mind, at least). However, the strange woman's next words stalled Serori's movements.
"I'm a friend. You can trust me."
Friend...trust...friend. A brief, recent memory shot across Serori's mind's eye. The figure of the woman whom had once been her friend. Her words, poison, calling her scum, villainous, saying she'd broken her trust. Serori knew better than to trust anyone who called themselves a friend.
Instead of grabbing the food, Serori clenched her fist, flinging her arm up and what dirt she could with it, aimed at the general vicinity of Zuni's face. Hoping for enough of a stall time, the Saiyaness would attempt to leap past the woman, bounding on all fours away from the cliff's edge. Should this be accomplished, she would then continue running, on all fours, zig-zagging to keep from being followed.
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Post by Zuni on Jun 16, 2015 19:47:50 GMT
Zuni hadn't been expecting the saiyan to throw dirt in her face, and it stings! There's a bark of shock and the demon topples over backwards, her peach dropped to roll away into the dirt. The back of her hand comes up to rub at her eyes, but Serori is already taking off, and ...
... there's laughter following her.
"Why you sneaky little dog!"
Zuni can't sense power levels, but she doesn't need to in order to follow the half-mad saiyan. Zig-zagging as she is, and running at an incredible clip, Serori was being about as stealthy as a saiba-rhino. Zuni cracked her neck, and reached into her ear, producing a tiny toothpick which soon extended into a large orange pole.
That's when it starts to rain for Serori.
It might not be immediately clear that this is something to worry about; rain does happen. But it doesn't take long for a peach stone to drop from the sky above her too. There, seated on a small, floating raincloud is the 'half-saiyan' that had so disturbed Serori's state of mind. Zuni held her magic staff in one hand, and dangled by her ankles from the cloud as though it were a solid substance.
"I tried giving you the peach." She says, smirking, and unable to keep the mirth from her voice. "Should I give you the stick, next? Can you even understand me? Maybe you were left out here in the wilderness to be raised by saibamen? I've heard of saiyans doing crueller things I suppose. Kikiki?"
She's making fun of the bestial woman, really. Serori is fast, but Zuni is faster, and she's more entertained than scared by the woman. It was like looking at a proto-saiyan, a wild woman with none of the usual pompousness or hubris bloating her up. That made Serori interesting.
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Post by Serori Satsumaimo on Jun 18, 2015 1:35:24 GMT
Serori ran, ran as fast as she could. A light drop of water hit her head, followed by another, then another. Rain. Maybe she could use this to escape her assailant. Something, however, seemed wrong. This was shown to be so as a peach pit fell down beside Serori. She pushed her arms and legs away from the ground, springing sideways. Landing awkwardly, she rolled to avoid injury, before becoming still. The Saiyaness threw her head back to stare at the sky, only to meet the eyes of Zuni. Upside down. Hanging from a cloud.
"I tried giving you the peach. Should I give you the stick, next? Can you even understand me? Maybe you were left out here in the wilderness to be raised by saibamen? I've heard of saiyans doing crueller things I suppose. Kikiki?"
Baring her fangs again, she tried to form words. Her animalistic mind had all but entirely thrown away speech.
"Fark...uff." With much effort, these words were strained out of her mouth. She backed up, still on all fours, hair on her neck on end. Her left leg hit a tree, but she did not lose eye contact with the stranger. Maybe it hadn't meant any harm...Then again, it had compared Serori to a saibaman. She knew, from studies in library so long ago, what those were. Weak, pathetic creatures used to take out even weaker, more pathetic creatures. Zuni had called her weak and pathetic. Thinking about it, Serori had to agree. She was but a shell of her former self. Maybe not running away was a good answer. Zuni was strong, and didn't seem to have too many negative intentions.
"What...want."
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Post by Zuni on Jun 18, 2015 8:41:48 GMT
Zuni dropped from the cloud, and the cloud zipped around to form itself again underneath her feet before she hit the ground. Now, the demon was standing tall on it, arms folded across her chest and eyes meeting those of the bestial creature. She hadn't missed the sharper fangs; that's interesting. Serori was clearly not a full saiyan, but she couldn't immediately guess what the other half was supposed to be. Saiyans would mate with just about anything these days, it seemed. Surprising, really, given all their vaunted talk about blood purity and so forth. Oh well.
The demon grinned easily, and folded her arms across her chest, still twirling her staff between her fingers, "Well, at least you can speak." She said, "About as eloquent as most saiyans I've come across since I got here, come to think of it." She chuckled to herself at her own little joke, and her eyes drifted back up to the sky.
"What do any of us want, really? These are strange times we're living in, and it is so difficult to tell whether what we want today will be what we want tomorrow. Right now, I'd say I want ... companionship. It has been many years since I had someone to share the road with me. You, quite obviously, want food, water, and somewhere dry to rest your head."
Her eyes slowly drifted back down to the wretched creature, a teasing smirk on her lips. "If we can just do something about the smell, perhaps we can help each other out, hm?"
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Post by Serori Satsumaimo on Jun 19, 2015 17:42:33 GMT
The strange woman dropped from the cloud, being caught much closer to the ground. She grinned, almost evilly, arms crossed over her chest, staff still twirling betwixt fingers. She mocked Serori's speech, meeting her eyes, before chuckling and staring back at the azure, few-clouded sky.
"What do any of us want, really? These are strange times we're living in, and it is so difficult to tell whether what we want today will be what we want tomorrow. Right now, I'd say I want ... companionship. It has been many years since I had someone to share the road with me. You, quite obviously, want food, water, and somewhere dry to rest your head." Their eyes met again, the smile twisted slightly. "If we can just do something about the smell, perhaps we can help each other out, hm?"
The Saiyaness was still crouched, but decided it was time to stand. Letting her legs take carry her weight again, she stood to her full height of six foot one. Her hair had grown wild since she'd escaped from the lab. It was still brown, though much darker, like her skin. Her right arm had become a more normal color, for the time being, though still bulged with more muscle than necessary. Serori spat to her side, before looking back at Zuni. It was true, she did stink from living in the wilds. There was dirt under her nails, her clothes were soiled and torn. There was that one thing she'd left nearby the lab...
She wasn't quite sure what to make of the woman. She had a monkey tail, but talked of the Saiyans like she wasn't one of them. And, judging by her hair and eyes, she probably wasn't, or was at least a halfie. Maybe she resented them for some reason? Nevertheless, an alliance seemed like something necessary if the Saiyaness wanted to live. She stood still, making no motion towards Zuni.
"Serori."
Giving her name could well have been a bad idea, but what choice did she have? Hell, if Serori wasn't too far into the future, maybe Zuni might have heard of her, or stories of. What if Zuni thought Serori was lying, and wouldn't take her seriously? While all possibilities, what would really happen was up to Zuni.
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Post by Zuni on Jun 20, 2015 12:34:51 GMT
One would think that, being a legend of the saiyans herself, Zuni would have more care for their history than she does. The fact is, though, that she never saw much point in getting too caught up in the details of such things. She was fairly confident that if it was important, she’d soon discover the reason why.
So Serori’s name doesn’t mean much to her. What did seem interesting was the woman’s height. She’d thought that the woman was large for a saiyan, but she hadn’t truly been able to appreciate just how strong she actually was. Or at least, how muscular. Between the dark skin, the fangs, and her sheer size, it seemed less and less likely that Serori was actually a full saiyan and not some sort of hybrid; but it was odd for the saiyans to discard members of their species who looked more physically imposing. That was usually taken as a boon, and Serori was clearly that.
There’s an appreciative whistle from the demon as she looked the bestial half-saiyan up and down, her arms folded across her chest and she pursed her lips. “Maybe not the stick, then.” She mused, no longer quite so eager to get involved in tangling with the woman – not that she was particularly serious about beating the woman in any case. You could beat an animal all you liked, it’d still be an animal – she had no reason to believe that hitting Serori would make her tongue any quicker.
“Serori?” She repeated, and then touched her own chest, grinning from ear to ear. “Progress! You Serori. Me Zuni. Why Serori sad in bad place? Why Serori hungry, hm? Did Serori do bad thing in monkey place?”
Yup. Zuni is just going to keep making fun of Serori’s speech until it improved – arguably, she doesn’t have a choice in the matter. It is this big, obvious target to poke at, and from the amusement written on Zuni’s face she really is finding it absolutely hilarious.
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Post by Serori Satsumaimo on Jul 6, 2015 23:50:52 GMT
Zuni whistled at the size of Serori's body, it being much larger than the average Saiyan. However, when Serori spoke in an awkward and broken manner, the blonde woman decided to keep poking fun at the opposing brunette. The Saiyaness merely grunted in reply, acknowledging the the woman's name was 'Zuni', but not really sure how to answer any of those questions herself.
Why was Serori here, in the wastes of Vegeta? Why had she gone so feral? Why did the Saiyans still seem to be hostile towards a traitor, if she really was in the future? Well, that one was her fault. As for the rest...
First she needed some answers from Zuni. Kneeling down, she cleared a bit of detritus off of dirt, using her right hand's claws to write-
"Date?"
She looked up at Zuni, expectant of an answer. If Zuni was going to make fun of her speech, Serori would try not to speak. She knew, though, that this method of conversing was very limited. She'd definitely have to work on speaking again, though fangs definitely made it difficult.
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Post by Zuni on Jul 7, 2015 6:31:46 GMT
Zuni looks down as the tall woman starts to scribble in the dirt. When she sees the question, there's a short bark of laughter from the monkey devil, and she grins from ear to ear as she steps forwards and... pats Serori on the shoulder? When she's done, assuming the tall woman will let her do so, she wipes her hand off on her clothing. Ew, dirt and grime, not a pleasant thing at all, that.
"No offence." She says, "But we've only just met, and I'm a bit of a chatterbox... you, seem to be having some issues there. I just don't think we're compatible enough for that, you know? Maybe when you're a bit less of a traumatized mess. Give it a year or two and ask me again?"
She just couldn't help it. She knew exactly what Serori meant, but it was so easy to deliberately misinterpret these things for comic effect! She does yield shortly thereafter, though; mostly because she feels something akin to pity for the poor thing. Out here all alone, with nobody to talk to or look after her, it was fairly obvious that Serori needed all the help she could get, even if she was refusing Zuni's; whether that was from pride, stubbornness, or because the monkey demon kept poking fun at her expense. So, the monkey devil held up her hands and smiled instead.
"We're in the Age two thousand eight hundred and something. I don't know the exact date. You know, I don't pay close attention to stuff like that. Why does it matter? Try using your words to tell me."
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Post by Reikiko on Aug 1, 2015 20:05:21 GMT
Serori has a WC of 1526 and will earn 2075 PL Zuni has a WC of 1555 and will earn 1549 Zeni
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