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Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2016 21:49:30 GMT
Dashing Through The Snow PL: 7,000 + Heavy Weights = Thread PL =1750
She had lost track of how long it has been since she'd set off. It must've been a great deal of time, considering how far off Noxa had been from Satan City — the failing light of nautical twilight was also a good indication of time's flow; Noxa had left in the morning, after all.
The apex predator had been tracking her prey — it was mindbogglingly illusive. She still hadn't been able to catch it. Well, that was inaccurate. Noxa had secured her primary — or rather initial — objective; the black van. She'd first set her sights on the black van after having discovered it was shipping dozens of boxes of her 'mature manga' — the vile brainchild of a depraved, ghastly human girl. 'Dirty Deeds Done So Sweet'', it was called. The artist, whose pseudonym was 'Dirty Dan', was Noxa's business partner. Or, rather, Noxa had convinced the girl to give her a good chunk of the royalty's shares after a long, civilized encounter.
Today Noxa lamented not having included herself in the development side of things. She never agreed for this thing to go world wide! This was a disaster waiting to happen; maybe Noxa had made a mistake letting that silver tongued devil off the hook after all.
Noxa had learned of the first black van at a book store. There she browsed. Again. Despite the creepy-as-all-hell cashier. Noxa, having gone to the front of the desk to purchase a new book on that Vi-Poi man, found herself indulging in small chat. It was then she learned of the manga's plan to expand to the other major cities. It was with the boy's comment: "See that van outside? They're carrying the shipment right now, actually!" That Noxa had begun her quest. She'd caught it shortly after it was out of sights from Satan City, of course; however, as one of the men pleaded for their lives, they informed her it was NOT the only van! Two more had departed!
After a quick snack Noxa had begun to hunt down the other vans, naturally. She followed the vague guide of the man all the way here! To this wretched place — to the ends of this world, it seemed. It hadn't been long after Noxa had set foot on the blasted mountain that the raging storm had begun. The Bio-Android had seen her fair share of massive dust storms on her home planet; they were a common thing. This was much, much worse. For one it erased the tire tracks she followed. Tracks she was sure belonged to her prey. Though another, more pressing reason, was the cold. Noxa hadn't realized just how vulnerable she had been to the chill of the area. Even after her carapace had extended itself to cover everything bellow her jaw the cold still seeped into her bones like she'd been wearing nothing at all!
Still, Noxa didn't give up; she was dead set on this mission. Her brilliant, scarlet aura would blaze; her howl rolled out against the mountain range. Should she not power up and warm herself... Well, the woman knew her mission would come to an end. Soon.
That proved to be a mistake. The deep rumbling was what first caught Noxa's attention; the entire mountain quaked. She'd cock her her back, whipping it just in time to see an avalanche cascading towards her. Thanks to the chill in her joints Noxa's attempt to fly up were labored and very difficult, though she managed to escape the ivory stampeed of death that trampled bellow, further covering her tracks.
"GOD FUCKING DAMN IT!" Bellowed the bio-android again, turning the white world around her red with the color of her aura — and the shower of rage-born ki blasts that descended onto it.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2016 22:56:53 GMT
Namorel Powerleve: 2,700
Slow, as days go on this planet Namorel had yet to deal with one that went this droolingly slow, each minute feeling like an hour or more. HE had spent the vast majority of his day in the mountains, still unsure as to if they had a formal name or not he sat there, curious as to if he should sully himself with the task of walking into the knee high snow and train himself some more. The thought was tempting, but the last few times had not done him any good, with one of those few times being when Retsu decided it was his job to ruin Namorel's day... although that was kind of his fault too, for attacking the supposed 'lord' and all. The snow had not fallen recently however, which offered a clearer image of the valley below, with the river flowing through it fed by the snow on the mountains high above, it had since recovered from the avalanches he had caused previously.
"Eh, screw it... I need the training as it is."
Namorel muttered to himself as he trudged out into the snow, slmost up to his waist, which was peculiar for a man that almost stood at eight feet tall. He walked for a few feet before looking down at the snow. He kicked some of the snow around him to give him some space, extending his legs to greater expand his range of removal. The routine he followed was the one he was taught on Namek, if was much less effective without a partner, but it was still as helpful as he would ever need it. However eh would quickly tire of the routine and stood for a moment to think up something new.
"This isn't doing me any good anymore."
Namorel yelled this as he expanded his body mass, growing to around fourty feet in height. Raising a fist, he turned to a nearby mountain and began punching it, hit after hit he would feel some of the rocks and snow give way as he hit is. In no time however he heard the familiar sound of snow moving, churning as it began to fall down both sides, an avalanch... however it was not one, but wo mountains that began to loosen their white cover.
"Kami damn it!! Not again!!"
Namorel yelled loudly, his voice booming through the mountain side as he did so. He then syomped back to his cave of a home and began digging the hole free of the white wall that blocked his path to safe(ish) living.
KP: 3/3 [No Tech in Use]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2016 23:54:49 GMT
The red rain continued to fall for a little while longer. It wasn't until the Great Namek's condemning shout rolled out. His extensive mass giving his voice a far greater range and intensity than Noxa's own; she heard it clearly.
"No. Way." Noxa's anger seemed to wisp away. A smile took hold of her features. A wandering idea passed through her mind, momentarily pushing her current failure from her mind. Though was it a failure? There was a good chance that van had just been buried, after all. Hypothetical failure would be a better term for it, maybe. Regardless, Noxa found herself failing to the sound of the voice.
The smiling moth moved to the fire, "Namooorreeel?" She called, "Was that you? Is this where you live?" She hoped so! This place was freezing! She'd had to hole herself up somewhere alone and warm herself until the raging winter storm passed.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2016 0:28:36 GMT
Namorel Powerlevel: 2,700
Namorel despised these damned avalanches, he couldn't get in a good day of yelling or super training if the snow fell with every yell or mountain body slam. The trek back to the cave was filled with trudging through snow up to his gigantic ankles. He sighed with each step, if it wasn't for the green of his skin he would be as red as a tomato out of sheer rage. At the mountain side, towering above the entrance to his cave he put his hand down flat and pushed the snow to one side, making a clean wall of white stuff. HE then grabbed two larger rocks, almost flat in nature and rested them in a triangular pattern around the entrance to the cavern, almost as if ot make approaching it only possible from one direction rather than three.
"That should solve thins for a while..."
He muttered as he blew excess snow back, taking a deep breath before hand and unleashing it on the loose powder. It would blow in all directions except that wich was the entrance to his home. He then would sit for a moment, not bothering to shrink back to his normal size to do so, instead using his mass to massage more specific spots on his muscle pads.
Then he heard Noxa's voice, it was peculiar... he didn't anticipate her to be this far north at all. She must have been caught up in the avalanche. Feeling bad about that possibility Namorel perked his ears up and turned in the direction of her voice, seeing her fly in from not too far away. She asked him if he caused the avalanche and if the cavern was his home.
"Yeah, gotta let a little rage out every now and again."
He replied to her first question, still rubbing parts of his arms and looking her way.
"As for the cave... yeah it is my home. Keeps me far enough away from civilization ad offers a great hostile training environment."
His voice introducing her to his 'home' as it boomed, lighter than previously however.
KP: 3/3 [No Tech in Use]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2016 1:45:20 GMT
Noxa's cheeks were bright red from all the cold. An icicle or two hung off the edges of her full-body carapace. "It's good to see you! D-do you mind if I come in for a bit?" Noxa wondered, "I could use a place to warm up!"
It was likely she was not accustomed to the cold. It would explain the bit of trembling visible in her limbs —mostly, however, centered on the hair that now wrapped a round her neck like a scarf.
Before the Namek fully gave an answer, however, she was already flying towards the entrance. "I-I never p-pegged you for the frozen wasteland t-type o' Namekian. D-deserts are more my speed!"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2016 2:01:39 GMT
Namorel Powerleve: 2,700
Noxa showed up rather quickly, obviously unaccustomed to the cold weather and obviously not dealing with it too well. Her cheeks red and what appeared to be ice hanging from her body. Namorel looked at this fact a tad confused, wondering why her body didn't handle the extreme temperature so well.
"Sure, but I can not promise warmth with in, or at least to not too great of a degree."
Namorel replied, his response on the temperature was mainly due to him dwelling closer to the entrance and not going further back where the heat from the inner caverns would be contained. HE thought about her comment on the desert and thought back to his experience in the desert and cringed some at the thought.
"Yeah... deserts aren't really my cup of dehydration."
He replied to the comment sarcastically before shrinking down and heading into the cavern himself.
KP: 3/3 [No Tech in Use]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2016 2:25:52 GMT
Noxa entered the cavernous hideout. She examined it a bit, not sure what to expect from a Namekian's living quarters. Truth be told she didn't expect much in the ways of fanciful furniture. A given, considering the location. Either way the woman found herself in the center of the room. With no winds whipping against her to rob her warmth Noxa found it rather easy to envelop herself in her aura. It wouldn't be long until the icicles had completely melted; her body was clean of any signs of the bitter cold of the outside. Ice and snow, after all, were relatively good insulators! Between foxholes and igloos Noxa had a pretty good idea of that.
"S-so much better!" She spoke with a heavy sigh, the extra sheets of carapace melting back into her body as she laid down on the floor, her body steaming with heat already. Her aura vanished.
Noxa opened her mouth just in time for a drop of melted ice atop the cave to drop into her mouth. "Instant water delivery! This place is GREAT!"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2016 2:54:43 GMT
Namorel Powerleve: 2,700
As Namorel walked through the entrance to be with in the cavern he saw Noxa laying down on the stony floor that made up the base of the wide tunnel in the mountain side. The temperature was significantly better here than it was in the snow outside. Namorel himself walked further in, not too far form where Noxa lay and leaned against the wall, his mind on home, but also on the peculiarity that was Noxa being this far north, at least not being dressed for the matter... then again he hadn't really ever seen her in that position.
"It is quite a bit warmer in here, so what brings you this far north? Most no one comes up this high."
Namorel asked Noxa, sincerely curious as to her reasoning for being this far north. He highly doubted she had similar reasons to Retsu when he came around, so her answer he would wait to receive, his eyes still remaining closed as he drew up a memory of his father.
KP: 3/3 [No Tech in Use]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2016 8:54:46 GMT
"I was hunting something down." Came his answer. Simple, concise. Just when one'd think she was done with that she'd continue and add to it, "I'm the business partner of a manga artist. A manga is basically a book with pictures. Anyway, she made a decision I din't agree with; she didn't even consult me! She wanted to expand her work to other cities. I was trying to hunt down the shipments and stop them from reaching their d--." Noxa interrupted herself; her mouth opened widely, allowing a few more drips of water to hit the back of her throat. Delicious. "destination." She finished.
This place was actually not all that bad. If she could find a nice, damp, cool cave like this back home she'd definitely go for it. She doubted she will — cities aren't know for their massive rock formations, after all. The Namekian didn't have it half bad!
She came to rub her stomach, yawning loudly as she did so. She was in a lazy mood, fighting to keep herself from going into a deep sleep. This place was — that comfortable, especially after having braved the awful cold outside!
"I'm actually surprised to actually seen you again so soon." Noxa admitted, "Kind of glad we crossed paths again. I don't get a lot of social activity." Admitted the woman, thinking about all of the times she'd tried to just talk to someone only for them to either run away due to her blood-soaked limbs or stare at her figure instead of actually having a conversation.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2016 10:44:16 GMT
Namorel Powerleve: 2,700
Noxa seemed content where she lay, letting the water drip into her mouth periodically as it fell from the ceiling. Although Namorel had never noticed the water before, today must be an extra cold day for this to be occurring this far into the cavern. His skin made it difficult for him to tell anything but drastic changes in the weather outside the cave, even when he decided to explore with in it.
Namorel looked around as Noxa spoke, taking in some of the detail of the cavern that he had ignored previously due to only using it as a place to rest towards the end of each day, or to meditate when he deemed it a necessity. Now he saw what he had't before, the vaulted roof of the tunnel in the mountain was gleaming with a light dampness to it and the cavern floor was relatively dry aside form a small rivulet that flowed towards the back end of the cave, disappearing into the darkness. Namorel would cup a small amount of water from this into his hands and drink it.
"That... sounds fun."
Namorel replied on the matter of the shipment, wondering if he would need to help her liberate the vehicle from the snow that had come with the avalanche he had cause before hand.
"Yeah... same here, kinda part of living in this desolate landscape on my behalf however."
Namorel once more replied, motioning to the snow as he said it. Social interaction was nice, as loniless did kick in rather quickly when your only company are images of your past flashing vividly in your mind.
KP: 3/3 [No Tech in Use]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2016 12:26:13 GMT
The mass of scarlet hair occasionally wriggled about on the cool floor. Noxa herself remained there in delight at the quasi perfect balance between heat and chill; it was like perpetually having the air conditioner on during a hot summer day. She knew the perfection would wear out once the heat generated by her aura had dissipated, but for now she'd just relax, occasionally opening her mouth as to let the melted ice droplets dance down her tongue.
Noxa's fingers came to interlock behind her head, a left knee raising while a right ankle rested atop of it. The Bio-Android found herself gazing to the Namekian's general direction. "Say..." Noxa noted, a sudden realization coming to befall her, "I never did ask you why YOU were here, did I?" It was a true enough statement. From Noxa's experience Namekian weren't exactly commonplace on Earth — in fact, he was the first one she'd ever seen. Granted she hadn't been here for more than a month, but she figured that'd be enough time to have spotted one.
"Why ARE you here? On Earth, I mean." Sure, he could've been born here, but Noxa was willing to bet there was more to it than just that. The Namekian, after all, was very strong compared to the common citizen, that led Noxa to believe that surely there was something more to his story. A mesh of her hair stretched down, coming to lethargically scratch at the woman's exposed naval as a response was awaited.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2016 22:39:48 GMT
Namorel Powerlevel: 2,700
Namorel sat in silence, as he usually did on most days, avoiding most conversation with any beings that feasibly came his way, the few that did... which as of now were none aside from Noxa, who he saw as an interesting exception. She still lay on the floor of the cavern, crossing her legs as she did so. He wondered what her motivation was, he was sure it differed greatly from his own yet must have at the least a similar end goal, but who knows right? His thoughts wandered for a few moments, although to him it felt almost like hours sometimes.
"WEll, it is a long story really..."
Namorel began to speak, caught off guard by her question. He was on Earth for fairly simple, yet complexly selfish reasons, and what good would his selfishness get him in the long run? Perhaps, however, it was time to share his griefs with someone else for once, hence forth he continued talking.
"Back on Namek life was rather easy going and happy.. that is until my father died. I don't know what killed him, or who, but I guess that was the turning point of everything. Since that moment I slacked on my training, the time I lost put me far... far behind them, I couldn't take the honor of becoming a namekian warrior because I didn't deserve it... so I left, without telling my siblings or peers"
It was obvious the subject distressed him, but he did his best to not make it apparent. He didn't want to convey the idea that the subject may have upset him.
"I hope they can forgive me."
He spoke in a solemn and quiet voice.
KP: 3/3 [No Tech in Use]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2016 2:16:11 GMT
The vibrant xanthic gaze born from voice examined the Namek while he spoke. Noxa was attentive. Once he was done her gaze returned to the ceiling, where she'd catch another drop that would 'plop' against her tongue. "I'll be perfectly honest, I don't think I can empathize with that. I don't really have a 'father' in the traditional sense... But I am sorry for your loss. Do you ever plan to go back?" She wondered, "I'm sure you'd make a great warrior." Another droplet of the deliciously cold water was embraced.
"I'm sure they can." She figured, her hair coming up and scrubbing itself against her cheek. "if they can't they're just being dumb and throwing away a valuable asset."
Noxa's words were sincere, but naive. She was ignorant. Ignorant of his position; ignorant of his culture; ignorant of his people. Still, that didn't keep her tongue tied down. She could've gone on, mentioning how should they exile him he may have been better off. She felt it was true, in a sense. Earth seemed like it was very high on the galactic 'quality of life' from the experience she had and things she hard.Still, Noxa understood the bond between Namekians; she felt it herself, despite the diluted genetics. She didn't want to bring down his mood further by speaking her mind.
So, she did not. He words were sincere, but cut short in a political fashion.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2016 7:35:06 GMT
Namorel Powerlevel: 2,700
Noxa spoke after Namorel, in a somewhat manner of trying to console him. Her answer an expected one. He had heard the same phrase from so many others back home, those that dind't know his father like he did. He didn't mention this however, opting to nod as she spoke instead. However it was her next question that gave him reason to reply...
"I... I don't know, maybe one day."
He replied, a small fraction of spite still in his voice despite this fact. Looking in Noxa's direction he took a moment to himself, sighing as he closed his eyes. The same images that always haunted him now flashed before his eyes, but they were not of a concern to him right now. There was no need to be so melancholy when he had someone in his company, instead he opened his eyes once more.
"What about you... where do you originate from?"
He asked, hoping he hadn't crossed any personal boundaries Noxa may have. This however was a question that had peaked his curiosity; that and another question he felt was improper to ask her, especially with the social standards of this planet.
KP: 3/3 [No Tech in Use]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2016 9:01:44 GMT
Noxa listened to his reply, her mouth hanging open as she waited for a drop that didn't seem to ever come. After a silence that remained suspended in the air for an uncomfortable amount of time the Bio-Android found herself abuzz with irritation. How dare that drop of water not play by the rules?! It would drop; she would open her mouth. She glared at the spot on the ceiling, mumbling something incoherent beneath her breath.
It was then that his question came, catching Noxa's attention. The redhead had pressed about a lot of things both today and at their previous meeting. She could lie, as she often did. Yet, she didn't. Something compelled her to be truthful — no, that wasn't it. It was something more perverse to her nature. Something that betrayed her instinct of self-preservation at all costs. Noxa wasn't compelled to be truthful; Noxa was compelled to be honorable to her 'brother'.
"I'm from a world called 'Zilyana'. You won't find it in any history books, I don't think. It's a barren wasteland of a desert. Sand dunes and ruins of what used to be cities or excavation mines. Humans settled there for resources, struggled to survive, then got invaded by the Arcosians." Noxa spoke in a monotone voice, her her writhing against the floor as she did so. It was all true enough.
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