To catch a thief and meet a Maijin? (Closed/Shemha)

Despite her normally stoic nature, Shemha couldn’t help the small chuckle that came from her in reaction to his words. It was clear the hybrid was unfamiliar with training chambers and the like. Each was designed to handle powerful blasts, far stronger than what Shemha was capable of. No offense to Marcel, but there was little he could do (as far as Shemha knew) that would threaten her gravity chamber, never mind her ship as a whole.

When he floated up with her, she turned and began to fly towards the south end of the city. She explained her small chuckle as they flew. ”Please forgive the outburst, but my ship is more than capable of handling high outputs of energy. Inside the vessel I have a training room, a chamber if you will. The entire thing is specifically constructed to house powerful combatants so whatever energy we release, should be contained.” Slowly her pace increased as she spoke and the two soon soared across the skyline. It wouldn’t take long before the hanger came into view and Shemha began to descend.

The open roof of the structure allowed them to enter from the sky. Shemha of course led the way as she dropped down towards her ship. What Marcel would likely notice was the size of the vessel, the long and sleek ship one of the largest currently docked. At the time of purchase the Majin decided to go with something bigger than most individuals bought. While it wings were slim, the center part of her ship dominated the width of the vessel. The reason for its size was it housed captains quarters, guest quarters, a kitchen, lounge and the training area she mentioned.

”This is The Enigma.” She remarked as they set down alongside it. With a click of the scouter clipped to her waist, the loading ramp near the back of the ship began to drop, an audible hiss of hydraulics accompanying the ramps descent.

Feet firmly set on the floor of the hanger, Shemha watched as he walked around the vessel, seemingly enthralled by her ship. When she considered he was unfamiliar with gravity chambers and the like, it only made sense if he was as equally unfamiliar with space craft. Marcel was free to inspect and touch the ship if he chose, Shemha not over protective of the vessel or anything. However, she could appreciate the control exercised as he dipped low in apology for his distraction before he issued the formal request to touch it.

”You may. Inspect it all you want. My day is a free one for the most part so I am in no rush” Her hand motioned to the vessel as she spoke to indicate he was free to do as he pleased. The Enigma was rather large so it he chose to touch more than one section of its hull or take another trip around it, she would patiently wait. Arms tucked behind the small of her back, the somewhat formal stance one she often took, Shemha observed.

Behind her small smile and dark eyes, her brain was always in motion. Marcel came off as a nice boy…was he a boy? She wasn’t sure on his age, but regardless the vibes he gave off hinted at someone young of heart yet unsure of where to go. This rage he spoke of seemed to hold him back based on her surface assessment. With little data to go off of the opinion wasn’t the most factually backed one, but Shemha considered herself intelligent enough to read others. Besides, the way he spoke about this anger inside him made it clear he wasn’t comfortable with it. Usually if an individual wasn’t comfortable with a situation they avoided it and that usually led to slow progress in whatever part of their life that uncomfortable feeling existed.

Whenever he was done and satisfied she was prepared to lead them inside. Up the ramp they would go and into the bowels of her ship. Once out of the loading area they duo would enter a small hallway, several doors scattered down its length. The first one on the right was their destination, the gravity chamber she chose to install the day she ordered the ships construction.

From what she knew, her ship wasn’t like most. Your generic space craft was designed for travel from one place to another of course, but many were small and simple. With Zeni to spare and little need for it beyond equipment that aided her service to the Empire, Shemha “splurged” when she went shopping for a ship. The customization and adjustments made to the standard model number she decided upon, left her with what Marcel saw before him. While many saw it as fancy and impressive, she saw it as practical. It possessed all she and guests would need when traveling, her years as a servant to be given credit for thinking of future passengers at the time of purchase.

Another thing that many saw through a similar lens as Marcel was the Majin’s figure. Not a sexual creature and still in a very similar outfit to what her previous master designed for her, she failed to see the alluring side of all her exposed skin. On top of that her nature and natural build kept her feminine figure in shape. Majin’s didn’t consist of muscle and fat like so many other races, but a single rubber like substance that made up for their entire structure. She possessed the power to alter it, but rarely did unless there was a practical application. For these reasons others found her as what they labeled attractive, even if the Majin was rather dense to such a perspective.

”That is to be expected.” She replied. ”The Enigma is a luxury liner so it has a number of accommodations that your typical craft does not. Right this way.” With purposeful strides she lead him into the gravity chamber itself, the door opening with a hiss before it slid shut behind them. It might be noted that as the door closed it almost perfectly blended into the wall, creating a near seamless surface.

”This is my training area. Like I said before, the walls of this place are specifically designed to weather powerful blasts and strikes so that the combatants within do not find themselves hurtling into space. Here we are free to do as we please.” She turned as she spoke, eyes on him once more. Measured steps took her backwards at a gradual place as she created distance between them. ”So, this other side of you. Shall we see what happens when we let it out?” She proposed they get right to it, but of course like before, she would not force it from him. The first step forward would be taken by him, how he chose. Shemha would react accordingly.

Shemha patiently waited as he took his time. Her calm eyes remained on his form as he tried to summon up the power within him and unleash the rage he so struggled to control. Despite his effort and the aura that burst to life around him, there seemed to be no change in his power, no shift in his personality. It made sense, if this rage was something he couldn’t control or reign in then he likely couldn’t summon it at will. Why did those with Saiyan blood always struggle to control their emotions?

When his effort came to an abrupt halt, she cocked her head slightly to the side as he began to apologize. He was a polite boy, she respected that, yet it appeared to be a part of the problem. Slowly she nodded as he continued on about the need of a trigger. Saiyans were emotional, perhaps that was the key and if he needed a trigger, she could help him with that. Now her train of thought wasn’t heading down the normal polite path one would expect from her, but effectiveness was her goal.

”I have an idea, bear with me.” The simple statement was no indication of what she planned, but a moment later it would be all to clear what she intended.

In an instant she was next to him, her right knee lifting up to drive hard into his likely unprepared stomach. Should the blow be successful and land without incident, his body would leave the floor. Not done, her right hand would shoot towards his side with an open palm. The follow up strike was aimed to send him across the chamber and perhaps even into the wall. If it was his rage that he feared getting the better of him, she figured a sudden assault on his person might just draw out that anger.

Shemha watch with her normal calm demeanor as his body slammed into the wall of the gravity chamber. Even from this distance the impact was audible and she was well aware how solid the sides of the room were. Face an expressionless mask as he began to speak she could care less about what it was he said. Whether it was hurt or anger, the emotions were as effective on her as they were on the wall he just collided with. For years she was trained to control herself and act according to her master wishes and while now she possessed a stronger will of her own, that control remained. The only indication that she heard him at all was that she eventually spoke, tone flat and indifferent on purpose to show that his feelings meant nothing to her.

”Monsters deserve cages, don’t they?” The words accompanied by a motion to the room they were both currently sealed within. Barely had the words escaped her mouth when she felt a kick to the back of her neck, the quick movement one she was not able to follow completely. When his eyes glowed a moment before she sensed the increasing power that radiated out from him and wondered if he might control it. He did, only he aimed it at the source of his anger. If this was the normal control he exerted when under the influence of his full power, she understood why he feared to release it. From this interaction alone it appeared that once he let loose, he went after whatever provoked him without mercy.

Of course this whole train of thought came after her face met the floor with a soft groan, her head pressed tight to the tile. With her body as durable as it was she sure felt the kick and follow up stomp, but the damage they caused where minimal. A thought set her body in motion. Similar to water, her body began to shift and flow. What was her head became her hand, fingers wrapped up and around the sole of his boot and to the side of that her head reformed, body now facing upwards.

”Monster is not the right word now that I think about it. Even beasts exert control, perhaps fool is more accurate. This dormant strength is a gift, you just need to learn to control it, now focus!” The sudden shout carried a commanding tone with it as her arm shoved up to try and push him up and backwards. All of this was trial and error, but she wanted to get through to him. He feared the power within him when he should embrace it. If he embraced it he might understand it and if he understood it, he might learn to wield it properly.

The males blindness was a result of his anger, the threat he made a pointless one. For starters her power far outshone his, the Majin’s weighted strength enough to defend herself against even the burst of strength he just displayed. Second, although he likely wasn’t aware of this, but she didn’t have a skull. In fact Shemha’s entire body didn’t contain a single bone. Her physical make up varied greatly from the average humanoid, her physical appearance more a matter of how she shaped herself than anything..

Back on her feet in no time, she wasn’t exactly surprised when he rushed at her. His power increase already gone there was a clear disparity in power between the two, but apparently that wasn’t on his mind. As he slammed into her his momentum was enough to carry her backwards, the female offering no resistance all the way until he pressed her back to the wall. Arms pinned to the wall it left her face and forehead open for the barrage of headbutts that followed, Marcel’s anger still fueling the aggressive attacks. Unfortunately for him, they would definitely do more damage to his own body than hers.

”See…you are unfocused…letting his anger….rule you when…it is you who…should rule it.” Came her halted statement, each part of the sentence added between headbutts. She only paused because he likely wouldn’t register her words as his head drove into hers. After that she would wait until he gained control or tired himself before she made her next point.

”You claim you want to help others, yet you cannot even bring forth the will to control yourself in order to do so.” Her words were blunt, yet truthful. At this point her goal was not to anger him further, but get him to see this from a different perspective. There was potential in him if only he could learn to focus it.

Not normally the mentoring type, Shemha treated this more like an experiment than anything. Deep down she did have some sympathy for the boy, his desire to do more with his life something she understood even if she didn’t struggle with the same inner demons. Minor assistance here might help him down the path he truly wanted for himself.