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Post by Brisk on Apr 15, 2016 7:20:52 GMT
[HEAVY WEIGHTS, DOJO BONUS FOR ALL, 20,989 PL] The small arcosian boy rolled over onto his side, disturbed by some sort of noise. Drool could clearly be seen dripping from his mouth. The little kid was out cold on the hard tile floor of the space ship, snoozing without a care in the world. However, another noise led to another stir, and soon enough the child was on his feet, cracking his neck. The boy was used to sleeping on the ground; after all, he had spent so much time on earth wandering around aimlessly, looking for food and friends. Brisk's eyes finally opened wide, and he squinted at how bright the lights were, contemplating shooting out one of the florescent nuisances with a quick finger blast, but that would be rude. Besides, he was a guest on this ship, and should respect Zexama and Wyntre... Whoever Wyntre was... All the child knew was that they were an arcosian who was friends with Zexama. Speaking of Zexama, where had she gone? After the two had gotten out of the healing chamber, Brisk had all but passed out on the floor right next to it, but his pink gooey companion was nowhere to be found. The child finally decided to leave the chamber room to go look for Zexama, and he set out into the huge winding hallways, calling her name. "Zexaaaamaaaaaa? Zeeeeeeeeeexamaaaaa? ZEEEEEEEEEXXXXXAAAAAAAAMAAAAAA?" Brisk hollered at the top of his lungs while running around like a toddler in a shopping mall. Peeking in every doorway he could find, the boy scoured every room of the masterfully built ship. Surely Zexama hadn't left without waking him up... Err-- Where did they even land? Brisk quickly found the closest room and ran towards a window, curiously standing on his tip toes to look out the window sill. What he saw was a shock. It was a place he had a distinct nostalgic flash of memory for, and yet... It was a ghost town... The terrain looked ravaged and destroyed and there was a parched dryness about the entire planet, so devoid of life that the stationary stars above looked lively by comparison. Brisk furrowed his brows and scratched his chin with his tiny hand. Where the heck did they go off to, and why were they parked on this weird planet? Well, In any case, Brisk still had to find Zexama in order to answer his question, assuming she hadn't actually ran off after all. So the child ran out of the room and continued searching until he finally found one place where he hadn't checked. Walking over to the door, he gave one last "ZEXAMA?" before stepping forwards and watching the sliding door automatically open for his entry. Zexama Wyntre Cold |
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Post by Zexama on Apr 28, 2016 5:03:33 GMT
Zexama had just finished her Gravity Training with Wyntre and had begun to walk out the door before she noticed the security camera’s display screen and the small Blue arcosian walking towards it. She looked back quickly at Wyntre before laughing quickly and chewing her bubblegum wrists making them all sticky. She jumped up onto the wall pushing her two wrists against the wall and pushing herself up with her feet. She quickly scurried up the wall and over the door waiting for Brisk to walk through. She had her feet floating in the air and her wrists attached to the alloy wall just above the door. She peered down and grinned when the door opened up because she could finally unleash her brilliant plan of brilliantness.
As Brisk walked through the door she would quickly peer at Wyntre but then jump off the wall and regenerate the ripped skin on her wrists. She used her candy power to create a floor of candy underneath where Brisk would probably be, she would then make a super duper strong candy cage that would spawn around the little arcosian. She tried to make it out of candy cane and surround Brisk from the ground to the top with tiny little gaps between the bars so that he couldn’t break through.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Apr 28, 2016 11:07:27 GMT
((If Brisk somehow gets out of the sugary prison, let me now and I'll make responding changes.))
There comes a time in everyone's life when you realize that you really do not have any patience for this sort of tomfoolery anymore. This moment occurred to Wyntre long ago, around the time when she was born. Of course, the morals of this lesson may have waned over time, so that was why she kept Zexama so close: a reminder of how much she couldn't tolerate such mischievous antics, yet had to as a part of her job. You might not think of it this way, but being an Empress is a whole lot like being a baby-sitter, only the house is the universe, the baby is everyone and you need to make sure it doesn't shoot itself in the foot with a thermonuclear warhead. It seemed that an analogy more fitting to the saiyans would indeed be available, but this site's rules heavily frown upon excessive gore.
Empress Wyntre Cold of Arcose looked upon the saccharine construct with great disdain. It was her job, after all. "Zexama. With the power bestowed upon me by the common sense no one else has, I hereby politely demand that you bring an end to the shenanigans. Free the...-" she stopped, suddenly put off guard by the hole in her insurmountable knowledge. She hadn't the slightest idea as to was actually in the 'cage' in the first place. It was an Arcosian, yes, and a child, but not someone she recognized or knew. It was quite disheartening, really. "-Arcosian Child."
Her area of attention suddenly shifted. He was in his True Form, which is generally not a good idea for those of his age, his age being more than zero. Many possibilities shaked hands in her mind, some of which included the theory that he didn't like the Suppressed Form in the same way a human child may not like a christmas-y sweater knitted by their grandmother and thus chose to 'not wear' it, or perhaps he had, at his age, mastered the True Form completely? No, no, it was far more likely that Suppression wasn't an option at all. He didn't know how. Yes, that would be it. Probably.
"Greetings, I don't believe we've been acquainted. I am your Empress, host and friend, Wyntre Cold. You seem to be friends with Zexama, judging by how not dead you are. What is it that they call you?"
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Post by Brisk on Apr 28, 2016 19:50:18 GMT
The young Arcosian child couldn't help but let out a shrill shriek when he suddenly found himself surrounded in a gooey cage of Zexama guts— but wait a second… Zexama wasn't dead, and he wasn't covered in her guts, she was just playing a prank on him. His previous look of fear turned to a whiney look of a caged child.
"ZeeexaaaammaaaaA!!!!" He groaned, "let me out of heeeeeree!! You're meeeaaaaan!!!" Although not genuinely upset, Brisk was flustered that he had been taken off guard and screamed like a little baby in front of his crush, and was now embarrassed and trying to compensate. It was after flinging himself into the bubblegum walls of the cage several times and firing little pin pricks of ki at it that he gave up and plopped his little frost lizard butt onto the floor, pouting and barely holding back his childish tears of frustration.
And then, something strange happened. Brisk heard a voice that he recognized so deeply that he leapt up back onto his feet and immediately ran towards it, smacking again into the surprisingly thick bubblegum and stumbling backwards, his dizzy vision blurred as he looked out to observe who it was who was speaking.
"M-Mother?" the child whispered quietly, so quiet that one would have to be paying quite a lot of attention, perhaps even reading his lips, to make out what he was saying.
Brisk stood like a toddler in front of an incoming train for a few more seconds before his vision shifted back into focus and he finally made out of the form of the voice so familiar to him. His pounding heart and now crying eyes abruptly came to a stop.
In front of him was a sleek and well composed arcosian who seemed to be feminine and meticulously well kept… But not his mother… Or was she?
Brisk had very blurred memories of his childhood, and was terrified to ask his awe stricken question again. The feminine arcosian spoke once more, her silvery voice tugging at the boy's heartstrings and reminding him of home. But she couldn't be his mother… She couldn't—
"I don't believe we've been acquainted," she said, and then introduced herself as… Wyntre. Wyntre… Why was that name so familiar? Then the dots connected for the child. Wyntre was the same name that Zexama had called Brisk when she had first met him, and the same name that Brisk had heard her say she was fighting for on that planet with the evil tree. Wyntre was the friend Zexama had been waiting for for so long!
Realizing this, the boy stood up straighter, smoothing out the slouch in his spine and becoming rigid with respect. Not only was this new stranger Zexama's friend, she was also an Emperereresss!?
Brisk coughed to clear his throat, and made as if he was beginning to speak, but then coughed for several more moments before collecting himself. Even though it was obvious to the child that she could not be his mother, or she would've recognized him, he still felt some sort of strange warm sensation in his chest; a sensation stronger than all of his regular emotions combined. He wanted to hug her.
"I am… Brisk the arcosian space pirate and also the friend of Zexama and also only seven years old but the best space pirate in the whole galaxy!" He started the sentence with a quivering voice but as he continued to speak his voice became more and more confident. After stating his usual bragging introduction, the child timidly added on a greeting to the end, smiling shyly in the presence of the Empress.
"N-Nice to meet you..!"
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Post by Zexama on May 13, 2016 4:56:58 GMT
Zexama was still standing above Brisk where the small arcosian was currently being trapped underneath the cage of candy doom. She looked at Wyntre as she spoke her boring words of anti-wisdom and rolled her eyes with a large sigh before responding in a stupid tone. ”The power bestowed in you? No and no.” Zexama spoke her words of pure wisdom to the mindless thing called Wyntre. She looked down at Brisk and laughed a bit when began screaming to be free. She looked over to Wyntre and introduced Brisk to older arcosian. " THIS ARCOSIAN IS NAMED BRICKY! HE IS YOUR SON!" Perfectly in time, Brisk seemed to respond to Zexama's brilliant plan being to try and convince Wyntre that Brisk was her child somehow. Brisk had called Wyntre Mother just when it was best fit. Zexama looked at Wyntre with a big smile and laugh a bit. She knew that the stubborn Arcosian was just going be the normal annoying thing that it usually was. Zexama then surrounded the gaps of the cage with bullet proof glass before leaving the room completely and going off to the main cafeteria to get some breakfast. Of course, she didn't forget to spawn a tiger in the room walking around Brisk guarding. [Sorry guys  ] |
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Post by Wyntre Cold on May 15, 2016 9:27:46 GMT
Wyntre had the look on her face that told anyone who was looking at her how utterly disappointed she was. The way her eyes moved slightly was the equivalent of a facepalm. She was now in the process of wondering how she actually missed that bubblegum monstrosity with all the games and absurdity and candy and silliness and polysyndetons from her time back in hell. She looked at the tiger, their eyes meeting, as she decisively won the battle of the stares, the tiger intimidated by the sheer power of her gaze.
"Don't mind her."
Walking up to the cage, she rested a hand on the newly-created glass. Brittle, weak. It may be able to stop bullets, but a powerful fighter could smash it with a slight poke, or less. The glass was even worse. But Wyntre did not care about the power of the child, nor any tactical properties he might have. What was much more pressing, you see, was that he existed. No no, that hadn't been worded properly: what was much more pressing, in actuality, was that he existed here. Where had Zexama found him? Why was she so insistent that he was who she said he was?
"She isn't exactly what I'd call a good role model."
It wasn't true, of course. Wyntre had no children. Even mentioning anything of the sort would usually warrant a verbal beating. Brisk, or, apparently, Bricky, was probably as tired of the Majin's shenanigans as the ex-Empress was, or at least the living embodiment of sanity hoped.
"So. Brisk, was it?" she queried rhetorically, fully aware of the answer, "You say you're a Space Pirate. You say you're the best there is. That is, as you might have been aware, placing us at odds. So," she started, a grin painting itself onto her face, "I'm afraid I have no other choice but to promote you to Space Captain."
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Post by Brisk on May 15, 2016 17:06:13 GMT
Brisk's facade of confidence was broken as Zexama transformed the cage into bullet proof glass and summoned a fearsome looking cat that was staring him down. "W-WAHH!! Zexama!!!!!!" He squealed, running towards the back edge of the cage. But then something that Zexama said confirmed his beliefs and left him awestruck. The amazing arcosian standing outside the cage really was his mother.
The boy watched with awe as the empress stared down the giant cat and caused it to whimper and retreat to a corner. He got up onto two feet and looked over at the tamed beast with curiosity.
"Don't mind her," Brisk's mother said gently as she walked over to the cage of glass. She rested her hand on the transparent barrier, and in turn, brisk did the same, comparing his tiny slender fingers to her larger more mature digits. Was she mad at him for leaving so many years ago? Did she even remember him? The child's thoughts were a slurry of confusion and overwhelming instinct. Whether or not he fully believed that the arcosian Empress was his mother was uncertain.
The boy cleared his throat and then timidly spoke up again. "Z-Zexama is my friend even though she put me in a cage and made a really big scary cat," he uttered softly, his heart thumping at his childish feelings for the majin girl. He began to nervously fidget in the presence of such an important arcosian. He hadn't been around arcosians for a long long time.
When the Empress remarked that Zexama wasn't exactly a great role model, Brisk responded with uncertainty to what a role model was. "What's a good role model? Is Zexama a AMAZING role model???" Where had she gone, anyway? Brisk missed the pink majin's fun loving attitude already.
He walked over to a side of the cage and began tapping on it, leaving small cracks in the glass with each poke of a finger.
When the Empress spoke again, the space lizard boy nodded. "Y-Yeah! I'm Brisk," he replied with confidence, happy that the conversation topic had shifted back to something he fully understood: himself!
As his mother(?) began to prattle off about his space pirate-hood, he flinched with fear. Was she going to disown him!? Throw him out of the space ship? He tensed up and got ready to apologize and say that he wasn't really a space pirate and that he was sorry and that he didn't want her to kick him out and he started to tear up like he was going to cry. But then the Empress spoke again. She wanted to promote him… To a SPACE CAPTAIN!!!!
The boy's eyes widened and his jaw dropped, letting out a tiny little gasp. "SPACE CAPTAIN BRISK!??!?!" He shouted at a ridiculous volume, before catching himself and lowering his voice. He had always wanted to be a space adventurer for real!
The boy composed himself rather ridiculously, standing up tall and rigidly as he snapped a hand to his forehead in a formal salute. "Space Captain Brisk at your service!" The 7 year old chanted with stoic determination. He would make her proud!
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Post by Zexama on May 30, 2016 21:39:20 GMT
Zexama looked at the walls of the ship as she slowly paced through the corridors towards the cafeteria. Just before she got to the door of the food place she stop walking and turned around, heading back to the gravity chamber room. She broke into a skip and she began turning the ground into candy as she stepped on it. Eventually the floor was covered in tiny little Zexama shaped candy cane floors which Zexama would come back and eat later, unless the Old Hag made her clean it like usual. Zexama looked forwards as the Gravity chamber door appeared back again and Bricky with his right hand up next to his forehead. Zexama thought it would be fun if she did it too so she sprinted over next to Brisk before snapping her right hand into her forehead so hard that it created a small dent.
”CAPTAIN ZEXAMA ON DUTY!” Zexama stared at Wyntre with her eyes wide open ready for this little game to end. Once she got bored she decided to end the game herself by just removing her hand from her head leaving the dent and then she spawned about of food that Wyntre probably would eat. A bunch of meat fell on top of Brisk as well as some fruits that she hoped he didn’t like. Then Zexama created some fine wine on top of Wynte’s head along with four wine glasses. Zexama started to nibble on some candy similar to the one that she had transformed the floor into earlier as she waited for whatever was happening to finish happening and then the next thing to happen.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on May 31, 2016 22:41:34 GMT
"Captain, keep down. I am sad that I have to tell you this in the first place, but I have little other option. Zexama is a good role-model in the same way that cyanide is a good stress-relieving beverage: that is, not very much at all."
The dethroned Empress reminded herself, despite in no way needing a reminder, that only the absurd could follow Zexama. She could shop for groceries and end up fighting cruel confectionary creations chronologically congruent to the time that she held a silly dance festival. In hell. On Jupiter. Which is in hell. Which is on Jupiter.
Tea parties aside, it was a well-known rule of the universe that anything involving Zexama will soon devolve into chaos, madness and candy, terms Wyntre (until recently) only despised two-thirds of. This, today, was a prime example of such an axiomatic rule. No other situation would involve putting your 'friend' in a cage, creating a big cat out of thin air (or, should I say, candy) and leaving for the cafeteria only to-
Those were footsteps. Those were definitely footprints. A sound Wyntre had learnt quickly, it was, the pitter-patter of sugared feet.
It was a simple matter of telekinetically freezing the wine (and glasses) in space. She then simply directed them over into a cabinet in the next room: this was no time for drinking. Wine was for celebrations. Besides, what kind of influence would such a thing have on the child? It wouldn't be a bad thing, Arcosian anatomy in mind, but he was too young to think that such behavior was normal (despite it being as normal as a green lawn). Who was she kidding, she'd probably invite him to a wine-tasting festival eventually.
"Zexama. As much as your supplies are welcomed, would you mind being a little less… erratic?"
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Post by Brisk on Jun 2, 2016 1:05:03 GMT
Wyntre's cyanide metaphor left lots of questions swimming around in Brisk's head, the predominant one being, 'what's cyanide?' But he assumed that it was another half compliment half insult that the empress was directing at Zexama, which she seemed to have a fondness for doing. Brisk contemplated it for a moment, wondering why Zexama and Wyntre seemed to be so close but kept acting so weird to each other. Eventually, the boy chalked it up to a sibling relationship in which the two loved each other nearly as much as they loved annoying each other.
The small arcosian grinned as he heard footsteps approaching, and he stifled a giggle as he saw the Empress' reaction to the footsteps: Tensing up!
Brisk grinned as Zexama darted into the room and slammed her hand to her forehead, mimicing brisk's salute to Wyntre, and shouted out her own declaration of captain hood. Brisk was astounded. "YOU'RE A SPACE CAPTAIN TOO!?" bellowed the boy. An impressive amount of noise came out of those little lungs. "WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?!?!?!?!?!"
The child's excitement was interrupted, as it often is, by the downpour of various meats and fruits. As the boy was swept to the ground by the avalanche, he couldn't help but grin cheekily and stuff his mouth with a couple good looking pieces of meat. Only the boy's tiny dome head was poking out of the pile, and he was eagerly stuffing it with the fresh food.
Brisk soon finished swimming in the pile of food and poked his head out of the top, seeing a bottle and glasses on top of the empress' head. "Miss Empress Wyntre?" he asked respectfully, "is there water in that bottle?" The poor child was thirsty, and he hadn't drank anything since… Well, since he had woken up and secretly swallowed some of the regenerative fluid from the tank!
Brisk cocked his head as the Empress made her request, and climbed out of the meat/fruit pile with a tiny little burp.
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Post by Zexama on Jun 2, 2016 11:07:34 GMT
Zexama’s eyes lit up with a pink glow as she just got the best idea that was to ever come into her head. She raised her hand into the air and clicked her fingers echoing a short loud sound around the room. Through the power of candy, candy was made. The fruits and meats suddenly turned to Candy just as Brisk was stuffing his face full of it. Zexama giggled quickly as she realised what she had just accidently did, being duplicate every piece that she just transformed. All the assortments of fruit/meat sized candy spilt in half and then grew two more of that type of candy!
With a big smile on her face she saw that Brick had recognised her high status as the great (and not so well-known) SPACE CAPTAIN OF SPACE! ”WHAT DID YOU THINK BRICK? OF COURSEEEEEEE I’m a space captain, in fact, I was the first ever space captain of all time.” She then lent down next to Bricky and tried to whisper in his ear, with telepathy. ”In fact…I know where the legendary Pirate treasure is. It’s a super-secret though, so shhh. You can’t even tell your mother!!!” She lent back up and smiled with a sneaky little sneer on her face as she swayed her head side to side in amusement.
Zexama watched the little arcosian child look up at the bottle that she had spawned of fine wine on top of Wyntre’s head. ”No you silly gem head, that isn’t water… That’s al..co…hole! It tastes very tangy, I’m only a al co hole ich on Wednesdays.” said Zexama with a her chest raised high as she had to keep her status as High Captain. Zexama clapped twice next to her head to make a Wine bottle the size of Brisk appear in front of him out of a golden flash of golden sparkles. A silly straw came from out of the bottle and faced Bricky right in the mouth. ”Yes, I do mind, Wyntre.” Zexama laughed a bit as she spoke to Wyntre about herself being too…erratic.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Jun 2, 2016 22:29:28 GMT
At this point Wyntre was starting to miss hell. She was surrounded by children- literal children!- and had enough with Zexama's games. She never took anything seriously, as people were told.
The disrespect was deep. You do not tell a child to appreciate the mourned at a funeral because they are not expected to. You do not expect the child to understand how important the loss is. You do not expect children to understand, yes, but there is a line… and having an absurd candy/meat charade on the dead planet, having the dead millions, billions, mocked? That's above and beyond the line.
Wyntre did not appear angry. Appearing angry was simply something she didn't do… but it could be felt. It could be felt in the ki, sure, like a sudden cold heat oxymoronically spreading through the senses of those able to sense it, but it could be felt in other ways as well. Namely, she had a thin raging aura only just kept skidding across the surface of her skin.
"You disappoint me." she said to no one in particular with the same kind of kindness you'd find in the nuclear demolition of an ant-hill. "Have some decency about you. Captain, Princess, you joke- you mock!- on a graveyard planet. Here, millions of children, no older than you, Brisk, were murdered. Here, traders perished. Here, some of the greatest artisans and scientists died. Here, the very last of what was left of my family was slain. Here died the promise of a lawful universe. Here died an Empress. This is no joking matter, children, for here… here died Arcose."
That day, an Empress died.
That day, a Vanguard was born.
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Post by Brisk on Jun 6, 2016 20:36:30 GMT
Brisk perked up as Zexama shouted about her space captain-hood. They were space captain buddies: partners in crime! Well… Er- Partners in preventing crime? Logistics!
Brisk gasped as Zexama telepathy whispered in his ear that she knew where the super secret space treasure was but he COULDN'T EVEN TELL HIS MOTHER!? The boy covered his mouth with both hands and looked at Zexama with awe.
"Please tell me please please please please please?!?!?!?!" Brisk half shouted half whispered telepathically back to her.
Brisk finished swallowing the meat that had been transformed into fruits, not really minding either way as Zexama described the bottle on top of Wyntre's head. It was called All con hole! And it tasted tangy. Brisk was about to raise his hand and ask if it was a wednesday so he could be an all coh hole ic too, but a bottle of wine appeared in front of him in a flash of golden sparkles before he could even ask.
Clinging to it like a child clinging to their mother's breast, brisk tried to suckle at the corked bottle before realizing he would have to open it first.
But that was when he suddenly was washed over by a grave presence. Chills ran down his spine and yet he felt his entire body begin to sweat. Eyes wide with fear, Brisk looked up at Wyntre for comfort before realizing she was the source of the deadly presence. Terrified, Brisk didn't notice when the bottle of all coh hole dropped to the ground and shattered on the pristine white tile floor.
Brisk's entire body began to shake and he felt like he was going to be sick as the Empress uttered three cold words: "you disappoint me."
Immediately hanging his head in shame and trying to stop the tears from welling up, Brisk surrendered himself to the frightfully overwhelming presence of the elder arcosian. His shame only depended as Wyntre continued talking, and his eyes widened with fear as he fully realized the destruction of arcose for the first time. After years of implications and dancing around it, Brisk was finally faced with the reality of the situation. He was standing on the ashes of his family, he was standing on the ashes of a civilization.
For all he knew, he could be in the room with one of the last few surviving members of his species.
"Empress…" Brisk began, but tears cracked his voice, "I-I'm sorry.."
The boy was shaking now, but no longer in fear of his mother, now in true despair and repentance. He wanted more than anything to curl up in a ball and cry.
The boy looked at the ground with quiet conviction. His youthful illusions of valor wanted him to speak up, to step forwards, to ask for training and to help avenge the arcosian people. But more than anything else, Brisk was scared, and felt alone.
When he left arcose, he was leaving behind a thriving culture to foolishly attempt to make a name for himself. Now, he could very well be the only member of that culture left.
And so, as much as Brisk wanted to step up and be brave, he was only a child, and his feelings of adamancy were equally matched with feelings of sorrow and helplessness.
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Post by Zexama on Jun 9, 2016 9:09:05 GMT
Zexama looked at Brisk with a small smile on her face. She was currently thinking of where her latest stash of mass amounts of Candy was and turn it into gold and treasure sooner or later so she could tell Brisk and he could find the legendary treasure. Zexama heard Wyntre as she began to make Zexama guilty for the things she had done just recently. Zexama listened as Wyntre rambled on about the death of all the people on Arcose, guilt, pain… death. Zexama stared at Wyntre with crimson red eyes as the expression on her face faded away, Wyntre had not made sorry for the people of Arcose, she had only brought the pain from the death of her Sister and Bing… back.
The words escaped from Zexama’s mouth as she fiercely said them towards the Empress. ”WYNTRE! Do not you think I have had my handful of deaths! MY SISTER, BING EVEN YOU! Do not act like I have no experience of death. YOU ALWAYS INSULT ME! MOCK ME! YOU’RE A HEPYOCRAITE! THIS IS MY WAY FOR DEALING WITH DEATH!” Zexama eyes were fixated on Wyntre’s before she glanced at Brisk and began to storm out of the door and hold back her tears like Brisk had resulted to doing.
Just before she left the room she spoke over her shoulder. ”Let’s go to Earth already, I have a school to run.” Zexama left the Gravity Chamber without speaking anymore and without looking back. She went to the cockpit and waited for the ship to go to Earth so that she could teach her students that she deemed worthy.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Jun 9, 2016 22:25:44 GMT
"Dancing around, eating candy and making a fool of yourself is not a way to cope with loss, it is a way to avoid coping with loss." she taught, "It isn't right to deal with the dead by pretending they never existed and carrying on with your absurdities!" she continued, using one of the few exclamation marks she'd ever use, "It simply isn't right."
Wyntre walked but a few steps where she would give Brisk a pat on the head before she'd crouch down and give the child a hug- a hug!- for a whole two seconds. Never had Wyntre even considered something like this, but she had been found in her area of weakness and she had cracked. I need a psychologist.
"I'll be in my room. Brisk, I expect you to be in the Gravity Chamber midday tomorrow. I can teach some suppressive transformations you need to be taught."
As she left the room, a bottle of Fine Wine telekinetically followed her as she spoke her final words for the day, disappointment still presence in her voice along with a tinge of downright sorrow: "Good night."
And thus, the child was left alone.
((Leaving, PL please.))
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