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Post by Negi on Jun 14, 2016 18:52:12 GMT
Negi gazed at the stars as he accompanied Shemha toward Konats. After a short while the auto-pilot activated, leaving the two to their own devices. The young saiyan couldn't believe the size of Shemha's ship. It severely outclassed most saiyan ships he had seen, especially in terms of comfort and style. It even had that sporty 'new ship' smell. Lounging back onto a comfortable seat in the lounge of the ship, he plopped his feet up onto the table in front of him. They had a ways to go, even at the speed they were currently traveling. Might as well relax! He breathed out slowly, letting himself sink into the comfortable black cushioning. Dirt and dried mud crumbled off of the soles of his boots and onto the table. It didn't occur to him that perhaps he shouldn't have his feet resting on the table - an offense that might have gotten him killed on some planets - or that he might be damaging Shemha's property and generally making a mess. He'd been away from civilization for five years (if you can call saiyans 'civilized'), and even when he had lived and trained with Kyuuri, Negi had only learned about rudimentary manners. He lacked most of the poise and social skills that Shemha seemed to have no trouble with, even though the boy almost always tried to be a polite person. The next time he spotted Shemha, he would hop up with an inquisitive smile. "Are you going to name your ship?"(I have no idea what you want your ship to look like inside, but since it's luxurious I assume it would have certain amenities.)
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Post by Shemha on Jun 15, 2016 17:41:39 GMT
This was the first time she had set off into space since she had purchased the vessel. Traveling in it was far easier than what she anticipated. Once the coordinates were locked in there was little she had to do. An occasional check of their trajectory and arrival time the only things required of her. Thanks to the technology that ran her ship Shemha spent most of her time about, resting in her quarters, watching the stars or eating when she felt hungry. Negi did the same, the latter thankfully not from her rations. So when she strolled through the lounge area and saw him seated with his feet on the table, she wasn’t surprised, not at his presence at least.
As for the mud, her eyes narrowed slightly as he excitedly jumped to his feet. Lingering on the grime spread across her table edge and now on the floor, her dark eyes slowly shifted to the boy. He meant well, she knew, but intent and the reality of his actions were often a good distant apart.
”No…perhaps I should name it “Clean Your Feet Before You Enter.” What do you think?” Voice monotone as she spoke it was not clear whether she was angry, joking or the more likely choice, a mixture of the two. She followed her remark with several steps that took her to the table. One of her hands swept the dirt off into the other before she turned to toss it in a nearby trashcan. Shemha’s early life contained many years picking up after her previous master so cleaning off a table was nothing new in itself. What was new was that she was required to do it on her own ship…and the dirt wasn’t hers.
”Correct me if I am wrong, but you’ve never attended the coronation of a ruler have you?” Shemha would bet all the money in the Universe on that bet. Negi and she had been invited by Plato for the ceremony that would officially announce him as the ruler of Kontats. Her Saiyan companion couldn’t go about slinging dirt and belching during such events. Luckily, there was time before they reached their destination.
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Post by Negi on Jun 15, 2016 18:54:54 GMT
Negi scratched the back of his head quizzically, subconsciously burrowing his hand through the thick black mess of hair. Starship 'Clean Your Feet Before You Enter'?
It took a moment for Negi to connect the dots as Shemha took a moment to clean up his mess. The young saiyan looked down at his clothing; he hadn't rinsed off his shoes for almost three weeks now, and though his gi was fairly clean it could definitely use a wash. Plus, these were his only spare clothes - his others had been shredded when he had morphed into the Oozaru form.
"Uh..." He blushed as he shifted his eyes back up to Shemha. "Sorry, I didn't mea..."
Negi cut himself off short. It was better just to keep your mouth shut sometimes. He listened quietly, face still warm from embarrassment.
"Well, I went to a birthday party once..."
Once again, the young saiyan ignored his own advice. Negi wasn't sure exactly why she was asking, but Negi - being one of the more intelligent of his species - assumed that it had to do with what Kyuuri had described as 'Culture'. It suddenly dawned on Negi that he would be watching the ceremony of a man taking an entire planet as his own. Perhaps he could try to have a bit more class on this adventure. Besides, he didn't want to make Shemha look like a plebe either.
"So..." he started again. "I guess I could just imitate you.... But at the very least I should probably wash my clothes!"
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Post by Shemha on Jun 16, 2016 18:52:23 GMT
A birthday party? The type of event focused on children when they reached a new milestone year? If it were not for her discipline Shemha would have signed aloud at his response. She had her work cut out for her. Instead of a snort or chuckle though, she turned to give him one of her standard warm smiles. From what she recalled of his background, he had spent years in the Truffle Ruins back on Vegeta. She doubted there was much time for manners when survival and training were your focus. In her case, manners had been an integral part of her upbringing.
”Washing your clothes is a good start. The ship has machines capable of that when you have the time. My larger concern is how you plan to conduct yourself during the ceremony.” Table cleaned, Shemha turned to drop into a seat across from him. A casual swing of her left leg brought it over her right as she settled in before her hands came to rest on her knee. Negi might not notice, but even the way she sat was formal, especially when compared to how he had just been lounging.
”Now, a birthday part is far different than what we have been invited to. Following my lead is fine, but I don’t think you want to act like a lady do you? What you need to focus on is posture and manners. Sit up whenever you can, none of this lying about. When it comes to manners you can use me as an example. Think about how I would assess a situation.” Time for a test.
Shemha rose from her seat and stepped over to Negi. Hand extended towards him, she held it out for him to grasp. ”Would you care to dance?” A trial by fire if you would. She doubted he had any experience interacting with woman in such a way, but if this celebration welcomed those of the upper class, he might just be asked to dance by some noble. Bent forward slightly to extend her hand, Shemha held the position and waited for his response.
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Post by Negi on Jul 12, 2016 18:40:55 GMT
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"The difference between Luóxuán Quán," Kyuuri had said, "and a complex dance is that usually, your dance partner isn't trying to maim you."
He looked at Shemha's seemingly delicate hand, as he slowly reached up with his own. The young saiyan didn't know any particular styles of dance, and he had only ever seen others dance twice in his lifetime. His warrior species in general had no real interest in anything that didn't involve power or some form of violent behavior.
Negi took the majin's left hand lightly with his right as he stood up and moved away from the table. He led her onto the more open section of the lounge, and turned toward her.
The young saiyan took a step to the right, moving himself in a quarter-circle. As he did, he raised Shemha's hand above her head, using the tips of his fingers to lead her into a spin. Stepping across once more, he lowered his hand and drew back. Negi shifted his hands and stepped out right as the majin's spin would have completed.
Drawing her closer to him, Negi made the same quarter-step, but faster and in the opposite direction. He still did not force the motion, but applied just enough that the forward spin would feel natural to Shemha. As Shemha neared completion of her second twirl, Negi pulled the majin closer with a slight tug at the end.
The tug had been unintentional; a movement meant to throw an opponent off-balance. Recognizing that even though Shemha would not let herself fall onto the floor, that might not be the case with a woman of nobility.
Instead, he twisted Shemha just a little bit more, so that she would indeed fall, and would fall backward, but he reached down as she moved, and caught her lower back with his arm. Pressed close for a few seconds, Negi pulled back up and let go of the majin. He hoped that he had not looked like a complete fool as his cheeks began to burn at the thought. | PL: 29,591 |WPL: 22,194 |KP: 3/3 | [Light Weights Equipped] | Shemha
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Post by Shemha on Aug 26, 2016 19:20:27 GMT
Despite all his boyishness and lack of manners at the dinner table, Negi caught Shemha completely off guard from the moment he took her hand. For starters, the gently way in which he took it was far different from what she had expected. If anything she anticipated it would be at the other end of the spectrum, crushing her hand in a nervous grip. The surprises didn’t stop there. With his initial grip he led her through a tight spin and then another, her lithe frame quite capable of making the quick rotations. Out she went to the full extension of his arm before a tug, one harder than it should have been, yanked her back in towards him. Up close to him a moment he only held the position for an instant before she dripped back, his hand pressed to the small of her back for support. As he finally set her back upright and let her hand go, Shemha could not miss the redness in his cheeks.
Had she been a creature susceptible to such flattery and this been a different scenario, she might have blushed as well… if she was even capable of it. A small smile did form on her face though, breaking her often stoic features, the expression different from the normal neutral one she attempted to wear. Perhaps all hope wasn’t lost on him. He might just make it through this party without embarrassing himself…or someone else.
”I am impressed. Yet I find myself curious. How is it you shovel your face full of food at a dinner table, but can be so delicate and precise with my hand?” The left side of her brow rose as she asked the question, a true indicator that she was confused by the clash in his skill set and normal manners. Hands resting on her hips, her dark eyes locked on his as she awaited the answer. Even if he could dance, he had a long way to go before he would be at home at a ball.
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Post by Negi on Sept 8, 2016 4:02:43 GMT
It was rare to see much emotion marking Shemha's face, and Negi decided to take it as a compliment that he had both entertained and bemused the majin. He was not sure how he could explain his mannerisms or even the way he simply... Moved. To him, the flow felt natural. Unlike other Saiyans and warriors that Negi had observed, he did not simply charge in and try to overpower his opponent. How could he explain the feeling? It was like trying to describe happiness, or sadness, or even anger. A thought formed within his mind. His brows furrowed and his eyes focused intensely, both seeing and not seeing Shemha at the same time. "I have to be fluid, like water, and change my actions on circumstance. Sometimes I have to be soft and still, and gently fill a glass. Other times, I have to roar like a river."He hoped that what he was saying made sense to Shemha, though he had never doubted her intellect. His eyes moved to the floor, and he sighed. "I don't know. Maybe it's because of what Kyuuri taught me. I haven't spent much time with anyone else besides him and my dead brother."Negi doubted that would be good for small talk at a party. Then, there was a tick in his neck, and his head snapped back up in an instant. "Wait! What's wrong with eating?!"Shemha
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Post by Shemha on Sept 8, 2016 18:43:50 GMT
Surprisingly enough, she knew exactly what Negi meant. In fact, she found it a little inspired. Although she considered him a bit of a fool in some scenarios, likely due to her formal nature and his less than formal one, he did not lack intelligence. There was more to him than met the eyes that was for sure. When she considered his hidden talent for the dance floor she wondered what other secrets she might be able to unlock. They had plenty of time before they arrived so it was the perfect opportunity to delve deeper into the boy.
Again her normally composed and controlled features broke when he finally realized she had made a comment about his eating habits, a small laugh coming from the Majin before her hand went to cover her mouth as if she hadn’t meant to let it out.
”I understand what you mean. Flow is very important in all things, whether it is combat or the dance floor. Every action should be controlled and purposeful, right? Maybe those are the same principles you should apply to your tableside etiquette. What I mean is, when we sit down to eat, please take your time and control your intake. We don’t need a repeat of our restaurant trip.” He hadn’t been overly rude, but at an event such as this it would be poor manners to sit down and start shoveling in bowl after bowl of food. This was a social occasion more than it was a meal. That aside, he had piqued her interest in something else.
”This Kyuuri, you said you trained under him, correct? Would you tell me about him? Forgive me if I pry too far, but I am interested in the Negi before we crossed paths on Vegeta.” Fully honest, Shemha wanted to learn about his past for several reasons. The more she knew, the more she would understand him and the more she understood him, the better they could work together in the future. They were allies and becoming friends so she felt the desire to learn more.
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Post by Negi on Oct 5, 2016 2:07:11 GMT
Negi understood what Shemha meant, though he couldn’t comprehend the purpose behind eating so slowly. The point of eating was to fill oneself up with fuel to burn later. To the young saiyan, eating slowly was like choosing to fill a glass of water one drop at a time – it seemed pointless. And if you wanted to do something slowly, then why not just meditate? Then you could be training or relaxing or both at the same time. But she was the expert, and he certainly appreciated her willingness to help him learn in the first place. If it wasn’t important, she wouldn’t be pushing it. So, he simply smiled and nodded. His early years of life had been spent in the slums of the Radittsu District of the capital. He was lucky to even know what a shower was. For the first time, Negi heard his master's name spoken through another's lips. The boy’s smile curled down, and his brow furrowed at the thought of his past. He stared forward absently, fists clenching and tightening until drops of blood found their way through the space between his fingers. He felt as though he had been punched in the stomach. As if someone was pouring acid into the back of his throat. Kyuuri was dead. Serori was dead. A white flash accompanied a rush of images in Negi’s mind, along with a searing pain that dropped him to one knee. “Uuurgh,” he groaned, holding his throbbing head. He saw his brother’s face, dead eyes still reflecting the agony of his death. A decimated body, blasted apart and left to rot. “Serori…” After a moment, Negi snapped back to reality. Standing up slowly, he looked into Shemha’s eyes uncertainly. He wasn't sure what had just happened, but he felt a weight in his chest that hadn't been there before. But he shook his head and grinned as if nothing had happened. “Before he retired, my master fought alongside the man who killed my brother. Even though Kyuuri had more skill and decades of experience, he didn't have the same drive to kill and was hardly ever promoted. So, he retired and focused on perfecting his martial art, which he based on one he had learned while on Earth.” He paused. "He was... Different than other saiyans. And if it wasn't for him, I would probably be just like Kabocha - a corrupt, bloodthirsty bastard... WHO KILLS KIDS ON THE STREET FOR FUN!!!"
Negi cried out in a sudden burst of anger, which ended as quickly as it had come. He quickly realized what he'd done. Staring down at his feet, he murmured an apology. He couldn't believe he'd just yelled like that in front of Shemha. Dropping to one knee, he lowered his head in shame like a dog. Shemha
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Post by Shemha on Oct 6, 2016 19:42:36 GMT
Shemha most definitely wanted to know about this Kyuuri to further fuel the interest she held in Negi. Every time they spent time together she got to understand him better as he was now, but there was much more too him, just like with all individuals. A creatures past in large part, defined it. On several occasions she heard her fellow SSE soldier mention his past training and they even sparred against one another in his old stomping grounds. However, her intention was not to set him off.
The words themselves in reality did not disturb her much. Death a concept she was perfectly comfortable with she saw no real issue with anything he said, even the part about the children. Now in her defense, she assumed there was some reason behind these deaths of young ones. In war she understood that the lives of the innocent could not always be protected, she did not interpret his words to mean the murders were deliberate. Shemha might have thought more into it if his raised voice did not pull most of her attention, the tone more interesting to her than what was spoken.
As quick as the outburst came, Negi began to apologize, even hanging his head. For a moment she said nothing, eyes fixed on him before she let out a small uncharacteristic snort.
”Keep your head up. Etiquette is important, but you don’t need to apologize for your feelings.” On a personal level she found emotions ridiculous, but she understood that her perspective was vastly different than others. ”I asked about him so I am prepared to handle the answer however you deliver it.” She added as a small smile formed on her face. ”Even if you do scream at me.”
Again she paused, in thought. In the interest of being fair and so that in the future she could ask him more, she extended the offer for him to inquire about her.”Is there anything you wish to know about me? This is a two way street after all,” Shemha finished, red hand pointing back and forth between the two of them.
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Post by Negi on Oct 11, 2016 17:14:00 GMT
It wasn’t that Negi had a problem with death – or even that it really bothered him. At this point in time, the young saiyan had taken several lives, and the entire catalyst for his training had begun entirely out of his pure desire to kill a single individual. His burden, his shock, had more to do with the sudden realization of his faults in the matter. If he hadn’t been playing in the capital streets, surrounded by bloodthirsty saiyans, Serori would have survived. If he hadn’t pursued vengeance, Kyuuri wouldn’t have died. But he wouldn’t have met Shemha. For some reason, that thought seemed to assuage the throbbing pain in his chest. Standing back up to full height, the boy shrugged his shoulders and sighed. “I shouldn’t have yelled anyway. It wasn’t your fault – that was my problem to handle. I wouldn’t mind talking about Kyuuri more in the future, though. I spent so much time with him… It just feels so… Wrong that he’s gone now. There’s nothing I can do to change the past, though. I need to move on.”Negi meant that earnestly, but he still wanted to get off the subject. The young saiyan figured that he would feel more comfortable discussing his master whilst blocking kicks to his head than while he was standing in front of his closest friend after a tense outburst. At least then, he could demonstrate a few more of the techniques that he had learned from Kyuuri. Something clicked within Negi’s mind, and his natural curiosity won out against his nostalgia, piqued as Shemha suggested that he also find out more about her background. As he thought about what to ask, he realized that he didn’t really know all that much about his companion. Yet, for some reason, he trusted her on a level that he couldn’t put into words. He furrowed his brow and scratched that persistent itch. Maybe he should get that checked out sometime. The questions began to flow through his mind, and then through his mouth, seemingly without filter. “Is it rude to ask people what they are? What are you, because I like your red skin. Where’re you from? How old are you? Do you have a family? Who taught you how to fight? How’d you get to Vegeta and why’d you join the SSE when you aren’t a saiyan?” He paused and looked around. The luxurious ship still astonished him. “And how do you have so much money?”Shemha
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Post by Shemha on Oct 11, 2016 19:37:29 GMT
Shemha understood more than he knew. Like him, the bonds of her past remained strong even though her master was long passed. She might even experience that feeling at a deeper level for not only had Ront died, but she was the one to finish him off. With no other option before her, she took the dying man into her being, melding the two of them essentially to form the female Negi saw before him. What hurt you, but left you alive, most definitely made you stronger.
As for his string of questions, she couldn’t help but smile a little as he began to rattle them off. Maybe she should not have allowed him to ask questions or at least limited it to one at a time. Despite her normal mistrust of others that were not her superiors, she found comfort in his presence, even if a miniscule amount. Having made the offer, she intended to honor it so she began with his first question.
”I am a Majin. Unlike you and most others, we are creatures born of magic, not normal means. That is why my body is so malleable and incredibly durable. I am not exactly organic like a Saiyan or Human.” And that was the extent of how she could explain it, unfamiliar with her races origins as most where.
”In terms of where I am from, I don’t know nor do I know my exact age. However, I do not think years apply to me like they do to others as my body has not changed appearance in some time.” She offered with a small shrug, not sure if her theory was true for she hadn’t changed much in years, aging something she felt she was done with.
”Now family…that is not so simple of an answer. Whoever my parents were, I do not know. The only parent figure I can recall is my former master, a human by the name Ront. He taught me almost everything I know, from etiquette to combat technique. For all tense and purposes he was my father.” Unlike the first few questions she answered, her tone seemed slightly down trodden as she spoke of her “family.” She recovered quickly though, back to the next question along his line.
”My financial situation and loyalty to the SSE are tied together. My former master, a mercenary as I mentioned, left me quite the sizeable amount. With no real reason to set out on my own as well as no desire to do so, I decided to look for something greater than just mercenary work. After word of Queen Zucceta and Commander Habana reached my ears, I found my calling. Who better to serve than individuals with such power, such drive?” Her brow arched as she finished speaking, almost as if to say, don’t you agree? He was part of the Empire himself.
Being so forward made her feel a little…vulnerable. Perhaps it was the fact they were alone in the depths of space or that he was so open with her. Either way she chose to share more than she normally did. His gentle and honest nature drew out more from the Majin than any other. Deep down, under her controlled and often calculating exterior, she simply liked Negi.
”That everything you want to know?” Shemha soon added with a small smirk, clearly poking at him for the torrent of questions he just proposed.
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Post by Negi on Oct 17, 2016 18:59:31 GMT
Ignorant to all things magical (with the exception of the word), Negi just nodded and pretended that he had any clue what she meant. All he could take from her first couple of responses was that she wasn't like him, who was born of a mother and father. And also that she wasn't bound by the same restrictions of time as the young saiyan. One thing that he was certain of was that his death was set in stone. One day he would die of old age, regardless of whether he had the chance to survive that long. "A human trained you?" Negi blurted out, eyes wide in curiosity. The boy had nothing against humans in general, but to hear any of the talk about the species from the natives of Vegeta was like hearing an exterminator talk about rodents. Even the few times when Kyuuri had discussed them, he had described how weak they were, and how extremely rare it was for a human to ever reach the level of even the weakest of saiyans. Often, he had said, even the most athletic professionals could barely reach a power level of 20. The first human Kyuuri had ever met had been scanned at 4 PL. "I'm not doubting you," Negi interjected before Shemha continued. He hopped over onto a seat, and leaned his elbows onto the table, propping his head up on both wrists. "I've just heard that humans are kind of... fragile, is all."The young saiyan continued to listen, tail waving in the air behind him as he nodded his head. His eyebrows perked up at the sound of Zucceta's name. His eyes gleamed with a combination of both admiration and ambition. He recognized her authority, and looked up to her, but also sought to surpass her. "You know, I've never had the chance to meet Zucceta. I've heard that she's the most powerful saiyan alive! One day, I plan on being strong enough to fight with her."
Little did he know that a flick of her little finger could cause him to explode into a burst of red haze. The boy had a very, very long path ahead of him if he ever hoped to achieve her level. But he was willing to work hard, and now he had a friend who would support him. And he was willing to support her, too, however he could. No matter how uncultured or naive or overly-trusting Negi might be, he was perhaps the most loyal ally any person could possibly ask for. "Thanks for answering all my questions. I like spending time with you, I hope you know that." Shemha
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Post by Shemha on Oct 22, 2016 18:17:07 GMT
Slowly she nodded in regards to her who trained her. ”I was. The majority of my combat skill to this day is based on what he taught me. If it were not for my masters untimely demise, I would still be serving under him today.” And that was the truth. The only reason she left him was because he passed. Before that fateful day, the Majin never once imagined herself on her own. For a moment she paused. Shemha had come so far since leaving Ront’s side.
”Of course Negi, I enjoy my time with you as well. As for Zucceta, I have yet to meet her myself. Although I cannot fault her. I doubt a Queen has time for a soldier like you or myself, no offense of course. That being said, I do hope to meet her one day. It would be nice to actually interact with the woman I have heard so much about.” She responded with a smile. The Majin really did enjoy her time with Negi, the two got along well.
With a long exhale she glanced around the lounge of her ship. Deep in space, the two of them traveled alone and normally she founds such trips to be boring. However, this time she wasn’t alone for the first time in some and she found it rather…enjoyable. With a content smile she looked back to him.
”Feel like stepping in the gravity chamber?” The question perhaps random, but the mention of Zucceta made her want to keep in practice. Also, she thought she would enjoy the training session even more with just Negi.
(Perhaps we bring the thread to an end? Only suggesting since it is so old and sort of out of the time line now.)
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Post by Fleece on Nov 7, 2016 7:11:12 GMT
Negi you gain 2,768z! 1,184+2,768= 3,952 Shemha you gain 4,718pl! 156,056+4,718= 160,774
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