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Post by Adnarim Frost on Oct 16, 2016 8:16:41 GMT
Adnarim Frost: PL 2000 at start of thread. The Terran ice storm had picked up to new levels from her first day on Earth. Her spar with the android Timothy had taken more than she would have liked out of her. She'd grind her teeth together as she made the last amendments to her camp here, giving her the proper shelter she'd need to properly survive here. This snow covered wasteland was perfect for her needs. It reminded her of home and was well devoid of a proper populace. So far she had seen very few people on this frozen island, though the ones she did spot seemed to be fighters of various strengths training here in this harsh environment. At first she'd be nervous about this. Arcosians didn't really have a nice reputation. History and legends of her race were well known throughout the galaxy and not all of them were glorious for the other races who were familiar with them. Fortunately they left her alone with little notice. The set up of the camp was simple. Three canvas tents were set up with two of them, one of them serving as a guest tent, being about five feet tall in a classic triangular prism-like shape. The third was more cubicle at seven feet tall to house her space pod from the elements. It would do her no good if the snow and ice disrupted the battered craft's circuitry. If she was unable to find her grandfather, she'd be stranded here should anything happen to it. Logs cut from the few nearby trees served as seating situated about four feet from a small camp fire. Adnarim adored the cold, but warmth was necessary to cook and provide her and whatever guests she may have with some warmth. The supplies she had gathered for such an array were mainly gathered from wreckage and ruins of old attempts of settling this island, though any more than the three days worth of wood stacked neatly by the tents would require her to venture out from this place to collect. Adnarim sat by the now blazing fire clad in her black coat, cooking a fairly large fish over the crimson flames. Her pale tail would lay liesurely behind her relaxed form. After all, Adnarim was pleased that this planet had such a wide variety of life flourishing in its wildly differentiating environments. There was nothing like this back at home, at least none that gave off such an aroma as this. Adnarim didn't have to add seasoning or anything else to the tender slab of sea meat. She could almost eat it as is, but something like this needed to be cooked way longer. She'd turn the large fish on its spit, making sure every bit of it was cooked well. She wasn't sure if she could catch any of the food born diseases humans frequently did, but she'd rather not find out. Little did she know that the aroma itself would travel, and attract attention she may or may not regret later. Who knows for sure. WC: 506 Marcel Law
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Post by Deleted on Oct 17, 2016 1:08:16 GMT
(PL: 32,881) Marcel walked along a frozen path of this bone chilling island. Speaking of bone chilling, the hybrid shivered as his arms crossed around his chest, his breathe visible every time he exhaled. He really had a thing against the cold, but if he wished to get stronger along with continuing his exploration around the planet he adored, he would have to man up, and brave these harsh elements, which is what brings him out here now. But still, it was a rather...questionable decision to come up here without any form of protection for his feet....or chest. Yes, the demonic Saiyan thought it would be best to only come up to these parts with nothing but black sweat pants with white stripes on the sides. He sniffed some as he wasn't completely over the cold he got a few days ago, and would probably end up with another one due to his poor choices. Not even a chiseled six pack would save anyone from these harsh temperatures. The hybrid then stopped on top of a small pile of snow, deep enough to bury his exposed feet. He took around his surroundings as his teeth, and body rattled before attempting to lower his arms to his sides, but it proved to be a difficult task. Every fiber of his being was forcing his arms to stay up since they were the only form of warmth he had, but his mind was stronger however. He was determined to get the best of this freezing atmosphere! A threat could appear anywhere at anytime, Marcel wanted to make sure that he could not only handle said threat, but also the environment around them. Still he struggled to get his arms down. If he couldn't so much as get his own arms down, then what use would he be to this planet he calls home, and the others who live here as well. Marcel closed his eyes, beginning to breathe in, and out, his visible breathe riding along the winds that blew past occasionally, causing the poor hybrid to shiver more. Things didn't seem to be working out well for Marcel... That is until he smelt it... His nose twitched a bit as it picked up a a somewhat familiar, and delicious aroma that rode along the winds as well. It was... "F-F-F-Fish...?" he stuttered as his eyes opened, his arms 'unlocking' themselves from his chest. He looked down at his hands, and eyebrow raised a bit before lowering them to his sides. Saiyans could never resist food...including half ones. He followed the scent, reminding him of the fish he would catch back in Bamboo Forest. He finally showed up to an area with what appeared to be three tents, and an orange light, appearing to be flames illuminating in the center with a figure in black close by. Now tempted by the warm flames as well, Marcel continued to make his way towards the area until he just found himself suddenly motionless halfway through. The cold was finally getting to him, and without much warning... He fell face first onto the snowy grounds... Adnarim Frost(Sorry if this doesn't seem interesting...or make sense x.x Also, nice Organization 13 coat o;)
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Post by Adnarim Frost on Oct 17, 2016 6:47:02 GMT
The wind would blow, cutting over the flat snow land. The loose snow on the top layer that covered the beautiful ground would be lifted and a snow storm would be born. The wind roared over Adnarim and her flames, she was prepared however. Extra long spikes pinned the tents to the ground, keeping them in place no matter how hard the Terran winds blew. Her presence always seemed to draw in the cold, or perhaps she herself was drawn to such places. Inside the heart of ice was where true warmth could be found, and best appreciated. Adnarim would stab at the fire she had created, her small wooden pike rearanging the wood to maximize the size of the flames and the radius the warmth would reach.
Of course this wasn't her own precaution to the beloved cold she found herself drawn to. The coat she wore not only hid many of the usual Arcosian features, but was heavily insulated and fairly warm even with the blizzard blowing around her. If the freezing temperatures still proved too much, her barely operating space craft was more than capable of keeping her warm. Her electric yellow eyes scanning carefully over the spit that held the massive fish in place. It was taking longer than she'd hope to cook and the sweet smell the fish put out only worked to arouse her cravings for it. Things seemed fine, perhaps even heavenly, but then a loud crunch behind her alerted her.
A man had fallen face first into the snow, possibly lost consciousness perhaps not. She lacked a scouter or the ability to sense energy. For all she knew this man was aiming to attack her, but that couldn't be it. If he wanted he probably could have.
Adnarim would shift over the log and walk over to the man, flipping him over cautiously with her tail. The man was not dressed well for weather such as this. What was he thinking? Perhaps this was training of some sort but.. this was bordering on suicide. She shook her head and reached down, grasping him by his shoulders and lifting him up. She'd lean his weight against her, though his taller height made it fairly awkward. She was nearly dragging him, at this point, to the fire. The mighty winds would slowly start to wane, but it was severely cold nevertheless for one such as her newfound guest. She'd sit him on the log she sat upon and sat next to him.
Perhaps the smell of her "Amazing" camp cooking would bring him to and help to thaw him. She'd smile and reach over and pull the fish from the fire with her tail, hovering its charred exterior to her guest's face. When he would stir, she'd find herself urging him on. She let her mind wander, connecting with this male's own mind. She imagined a doorway of sorts and opened it. With that doorway open she spoke into her mind, a soft soothing voice, reverberating inside his skull. "Go ahead, take a bite traveler~"
wc: 511. total wc: 1017
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Post by Deleted on Oct 17, 2016 17:20:03 GMT
Marcel laid there, motionless in the snow as the unforgiving winds picked up. Surely this was going to be his last moments in life...partially naked in the middle of a freezing island. What went through his subconscious was how much of an idiot he was for trying to pull off such a stunt. That wasn't all that gone through his mind however. Visions of the past filled the hybrid's head. His life, mainly his childhood flashing by before he finally ceases breathing perhaps? A young boy with messy midnight black hair, and crimson eyes, black slits at the center sat there at his desk located towards the back of a decently sized classroom filled with other kids. The boy would sit there alone as everyone else would keep their distance from him due to the black spots that plagued the child, making him look like a freak. They would glance back at him occasionally, whispering among themselves, and laughing, whispering hurtful words such as, "Freak..." "Monster..." "Nobody likes you..." Even the teacher gave the boy dirty looks from time to time. All because he looked different....like he had a disease...or perhaps something else. The boy sat there, keeping his head within his books. His mother would tell him to never pay them any mind, but he couldn't help it. Behind the books, he shivered, sniffing, the sound of something dripping against the wooden desk. He clenched his watery eyes shut, his hands gripping the edges of the book as his teeth gritted. Why....why did he look like this? Why did people treat him like this. He still had no idea of his father, or what he was at this time. Soon his shivering would stop as the boy's nose began to wiggle, picking up a delicious aroma.... He peeked his head up to look around the classroom, his eyes widening at the strange, but oddly satisfying sight. Every single person in his classroom....turned to fish!? He slowly lowered his book to the desk, and took a look around with an eyebrow raised as he bit his lower lip the moment his stomach began to growl. He didn't seem all too worried about this as his stomach was now in command. Then he noticed the smell had gotten stronger as if it were right under him. The boy would look down to see a freshly cooked fish, as big as his desk perhaps bigger laying there. It would then turn its head towards the boy, and spoke in a feminine voice, tempting him, saying, "Go ahead, take a bite traveler~" Saliva would drip from one side of his mouth as he leaned his head over without any thought, and took one big bite out of the side of the fish, his eyes would then widen as the 'scene' changed the moment this happened to a more cold, and snowy atmosphere. Marcel would look down at the fish that was in his mouth, his eyes widening. The fish was still hot..BURNING hot. The moment his tongue touched the delicious food, the hybrid shot himself backwards into the air. Well....at least he wasn't cold anymore. He looked around in mid air as he tried to figure out where he was, chewing on the fish in the process breathing heavily. He then looked down at his arms, and body, sighing in relief as he noticed that it was still smooth, void of any of those spots...It was all in his head he finally realized. Then he looked down to see that he was floating above the area he was heading to. How did he get all the way out here? Then he saw her, the figure. He lowered back down to the ground, landing in front of the figure he could barely see, attempting to observe it only to notice the white tail. It was obvious this person wasn't human. "Were....were you the one who brought me over here?" he asked calmly. "If so, then I am truly grateful for your help." he said as he took a bow with his eyes closed. While he was in mid bow, his eyes shot open as he began to put some things together. Could that voice coming from the fish in his dream have come from....He then remembered how feminine the voice sounded, and immediately stood straight back up, attempting to cover his bare chest out of embarrassment, his cheeks probably being the only thing warm on him at this point... When it came to women, he was hopeless... Adnarim Frost(Now I really hope this makes sense to you XD)
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Post by Adnarim Frost on Oct 18, 2016 7:37:57 GMT
Adnarim must have lost her mind when she pulled the fish from the fire and offer it immediately to her guest. In hindsight, she was a bit worried. A man losing consciousness in the freezing cold was nothing to pass off as nothing. When she dragged his body to her camp he felt cold to the touch. She didn't check for vitals but she could feel no warmth from him at all. When she found that spark in his mind and connected with it, she knew then he was alive but it was always possible something was severely wrong. He'd sit slumped on the log next to her for some time, his body seemingly limp and lifeless, yet that spark was still there. Her words didn't really stir the man from unconsciousness, but after a few delayed moments the body would shift forward towards the outstretched fish and take a bite from it.
What happened next held something comical, yet no laughter would erupt from her pale lips. The man would fire up, shooting up into the air as efficiently as a prototype space craft. Her eyes drifted upward, watching the confused form as he struggled to orient himself. This man could fly. If he can fly he could utilize his ki reserves. From his appearance alone she could tell this man was strong. Unlike the normal human, he didn't seem as if the Arcosian winds could break him in half. He was simply unfortunate to come here in such a manner. Before long he'd float back down before her. Her hands would cross over her lap, nervously grasping the other. This man would express his thanks and bow before her.
Adnarim never did get out of her family's estate much. She, and her twin, were sheltered heavily in their childhood. They would eat at him, sleep at home, and learn at home. There was no reason for them to explore as attempts at doing so would be immediately reprimanded by their Mother or the guards if she wasn't present. Despite all of that, the guards and servant would always bow to her, to her brother, and to her Mother. She never knew what it symbolized at the time, but Her mother always forbade her to return the bow. She'd say "Hold your pride and dignity high above them. They know their place.".
Now this man was not a member of her mother's retinue, and it was far away from home. As much as it pained her to imagine what her Mother would tell her this moment, she'd find herself returning the bow, her head nodding in recognition. "It wouldn't be fitting as a host to leave a poor soul out there...", She said, reaching over for the fish once more and offering it to him. "Surely you're hungry, have as much as you like. Do not worry, it's cooled off a bit.", she said into his mind, a slight chuckle escaping her mouth.
wc: 493 twc: 1510
(Don't worry so much on what makes sense and what doesn't XD Let loose and enjoy yourself and your writing ^_^)
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Post by Deleted on Oct 18, 2016 16:27:52 GMT
Marcel tries his best when it comes to practicing proper etiquette due to how polite his step father was. The hybrid believed that it would be the perfect way to get on the good sides of the fellow residence of this planet. Bowing was one of Marcel's most common takes on being polite, using it for greetings, apologies, and gratitude. He'd smile a bit as the woman would return the bow, and spoke. There was something soothing, and welcoming about her voice which caused Marcel to keep that small smile, but it wasn't enough to distract him from removing his hands from his bare chest. This is something one would expect from a woman, but Marcel believed it was rude to just show up to some random woman, and quote on quote, show off his pecs. He'd however quickly drop his arms down after the woman's next comment.... It wasn't what she said that got to him, but more of how she said it. Her lips didn't move an inch, and a single sound didn't come from her save for the chuckle, but yet he heard the offer loud, and clear. as he just so cold, and hungry that he was just imagining things? But she was offering him the fish still at the same time! Could he actually be....imagining all of this!? Marcel shook his head some at how ridiculous that was. "Errmm...No, it's fine. It's yours, so you should have the rest." he said. Whether the offer was in his head, or not didn't really matter, she still gestured the...delicious looking, mouth watering, underwater dweller to him. "I really appreciate it though." he nodded before looking over the seat beside her. "If it isn't any trouble, may I sit there? I..." he looked down at his bare chest before covering it up again with his hands. "Need to warm up some..." If she says yes, the hybrid would walk over, and sit down, his hands still covering his upper body as he watched the flames. If not, he'd stay stood up, but turning around to the fire....unless she kicks him out which he wouldn't hold against her. To her, he is just some strange guy who ate a piece of her fish.... Marcel sighed softly, closing his eyes as the flames brought a comforting, warm feeling to the hybrid's skin, even moving his hands closer to the flames to get more heat, not realizing he was leaving himself....exposed. He would then opened his red black slit eyes halfway, glancing over to the woman, able to see her face due to brightness of the fire. He had never seen anyone like her before, and was curious. "I don't mean to pry, but I've never seen anyone like you before. Not saying that you look weird or anything! You look interesting actually...." he paused as he realized how weird that sounded, sliding his eyes back to the fire. "I mean...What are you? Your species I mean." He finally managed to ask, wanting to pinch the bridge of his nose so bad over how stupid he sounded. Adnarim Frost
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Post by Adnarim Frost on Oct 19, 2016 0:29:59 GMT
Adnarim smiled, her eyes slightly glowing luminescent beneath the dark hood of her coat. This man was quite polite, but he wasn't fooling her. They say that the colder the body gets, the more energy it burns to keep it warm. The more energy the body uses, the more energy it would need to keep it going. That's where food comes in. She couldn't eat this huge fish alone. In fact she was planning on saving the remains for later, but she could always catch another if need be. Getting a little wet didn't hurt her a bit. If anything she enjoyed the occasional dip beneath the Terran sea waves. It was quite relaxing if anything else. She didn't remember Arcose having seas like this, not that she was even allowed near them. She'd sigh and pat at the spot next to her. Asking to sit next to her, what a strange fellow. The spot wasn't taken by any means.
She couldn't help but watch the man halfway cover himself up from her and halfway tried to warm himself. Only his well built chest was revealed, nothing else really. It was nothing to be ashamed of. This was one of thing she always found in humans and the like to be so peculiar. They cloth themselves to handle the environment they live in, but feel... strange even embarrassed should they be fully revealed before another. The normal Arcosian wore next to nothing but their own body. Even soldiers and warriors of their race often only wore armor if they needed it, but even this wasn't necessary. She'd reach up to the silver zipper that held her coat in place and began to undo it when he began to speak again.
She couldn't help but be nervous about this. This man was asking about what she was. Depending on who this man was this could be dangerous for her. Though.. maybe it couldn't hurt. She did save his life and offer him warmth and food here in this camp of hers. Perhaps it would earn her a little leeway. She continued to unzip her coat, letting it casually fall from her shoulders as she did. Her pristine white form could have easily blended in with the white background behind her if it weren't for the flame's flickering light. As far as Arcosians go she was fairly short but unlike her Arcosian brethren, she was fairly mono-colored. Her chest and skull held no "Jewel" piece as she liked to call them, but rather just an extended layer of that hard white "Armor" pieces her race were so commonly seen with. Unlike other females her form wasn't quite as curvy, but still slim enough to differentiate the difference between her and a male. The only source of actual color on her form was her eyes, sporting an electric yellow that looked over her guest.
"I'm an Arcosian. My name is Adnarim Frost", She spoke, the first time in forever she'd actually use her lips. Her actual voice wasn't as soft as the voice in her mind, but it was similar if not identical. "May I have the pleasure of knowing your name?"
wc: 529 twc:2039
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Post by Deleted on Oct 19, 2016 1:39:25 GMT
Marcel gazed upon the fire before him, the light illuminating from it reflecting off of his eyes. He enjoyed being bathed in the warmth of the flames, reminding him of the warm embrace his mother would give to him every time he came home crying over the crap he would always go through in school when he was a child. His mother was unlike most Saiyans back then. She was polite, kind, thoughtful, comforting....and actually feared for her son. This all actually being a result of how the boy was conceived That is until Marcel reached his teens, and began to learn how to protect himself from his step father. Something about watching her child learn these things rekindled her pride, and reverted her back to how she was before...traveling to that realm. She would attempt to teach her son how to fight more aggressively...how to kill. She wasn't the same woman that Marcel, or his step father saw. She was a monster, a brute.....a typical Saiyan. This would result in both his mother, and step father engaging in arguments which would end with Marcel having to choose a side, choosing to fight the was his step father believed he should. It infuriated the woman, calling them both failures before parting ways with them, never to cross paths again. Despite her hurtful words, and the way she acted, Marcel still hopes to find her one day, wishing to be reunited with her. These thoughts brought a small frown to the hybrid's face, almost forgetting that he wasn't the only one here. He blinked once before looking down at his feet covered in the snow. It was strange, his feet not feeling the slightest of cold despite how buried they were. The flames were powerful, but still. Perhaps it was the memories he held dear that kept them warm? The woman beside him then began to speak, his eyes raising up some as a response. "An Arcosian?" he questioned with a bit of curiosity within his soft voice. "I've never heard of the-" he said, as he turned his head to face her, pausing only to see it, her slender shoulders, and part of her upper body as white as the snow around them, peeking from her....unzipped coat. His head quickly reverted back to the flames, his eyes a bit widened before blinking some. "Y-yes. I never heard of...them." he repeated with a hint of nervousness in his tone. To him, she was freaking stripping right there in front of a stranger! Plus it was freezing out here! He should know.... He glanced a bit over at her when she spoke again, this time her lips moving, noticing that her tone was a bit different then before, but still pleasant nonetheless. "Adnarim? It sounds exotic." he said, his eyes darting back to the fire. "My name is, Pleasure. It's a Marcel to meet you too." he said, jumbling up his words some. "Er...I mean...it's the other way around...." he said awkwardly. Adnarim Frost
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Post by Adnarim Frost on Oct 19, 2016 8:53:21 GMT
It didn't take long for her to slip out of her coat. It was actually nice to feel the cold breeze against her body again. She'd stand momentarily, allowing her tail to slither up and assist her in removing the coat from the remainder of her body. She'd set herself down, the dark coat draped over her lap. She couldn't help but notice the man look away as she did this. A respect for privacy perhaps? Or was it something... else. It didn't mean anything now, after all they just met. She was however, baffled that this man had never heard of her species, a species that had left its mark on the galaxy for thousands of years to this date. Perhaps this one wasn't very educated or perhaps didn't really care what was all out there. That was understandable. What was that saying... 'Ignorance is bliss'? Hard to worry about something if one is completely unaware of such a thing.
The male would look over at her again, though not fully. Perhaps it was a nervous issue? Perhaps this man was afraid of her in someway? hmph. Na. Her training in fighting may have been rigorous, but it was only the introductory courses. Her place in the family was never meant to be this sort of thing. Her brother would receive higher courses and training programs. She received the education. Yet somehow she was able to kill her brother. It was strange how these things just worked out. Her train of thought was directed to his mistake in word placement. Her breath was caught half way before she was forced to cough it up in an involuntary laugh. Her undressing was affecting him this much eh? She'd play along with it. "Nice to meet you Pleasure. I guess the Marcel is all mine", She'd laugh again, her tail moving to cover her mouth as if that would stifle it.
Finally she'd stop and hand him her coat, dropping it into his lap. "I doubt that would fit, but you can still use it as.. what do you call it... a blanket? You'll find its quite warm.", she'd smile, forcefully tearing a chunk of fish from the spit and taking a bite out of it as one would to an apple. The meat was tender and sweet, the cool exterior and the hot interior really bringing out the flavor of the fish. Whether or not he would utilize her coat as she offered she'd attempt to offer her fish to him again "Eat up. I'll not take no for a answer Mister Pleasure"
wc 433 twc 2472
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Post by Deleted on Oct 19, 2016 16:10:50 GMT
The embarrassed hybrid would find himself peeking again as he heard her standing up. Despite how he was raised, how he acts, he couldn't help, but feel curious as to what this mysterious woman looked like...'under the hood.' Was this due to curiosity about her species, or perhaps he was just one of those closet perverts. Never has he ever had such thoughts before when it came to human, or human like women, so it could've been curiosity. Even though he'd react the same way nonetheless... Like a snake shedding its skin, Adnarim slipped out of her mysterious black coat, revealing her slim, smooth like body. Strangely enough, Marcel couldn't look away, neither were his cheeks blushing red like they would in such situations. He was so squeamish about her stripping, but once she has actually finished, it just went away, his awkwardness being replaced by awe. Perhaps it was because it didn't really look too much like she was naked, but at the same time it was obvious due to her color. It was weird, yet enchanting to him. He loved how clear it looked, how her appearance fit in with this area, how the flames reflected so beautifully off of her... He'd come back to his senses after she had sit back down, placing her coat onto his lap after she poked fun of his little slip up back there which would cause him to scratch the side of his cheek with an index finger nervously before looking down at the coat. He turned his head to her, prepared to ask her if she would be okay in the cold, but noticed how relaxed she was. Perhaps these Acrosians were use to such harsh weather? Frost was her last name after all, so there must be a meaning behind that... He had so many questions. Marcel looked back down at the coat, holding it up to inspect it as the Acrosian tore off a piece of the fish to share. He wasn't thinking much about how this just came off of her nude body, but more of the size. She wasn't kidding when she said it was too small for him to wear, being 5'5" which was a bit tall compared to her. He then tossed the coat over his back which caused it to flap a bit like a cape before resting on his back, which it didn't completely cover. He doubt this would help much, but he was still grateful for the thoughtful gesture, a small smile on his face as he turned towards her again, noticing the fish being offered to him, as she made yet another jab at the male's screw up. "Mr.Pleas-" he quickly shook his head, just now realizing how wrong that sounded to him before taking the fish, bowing nervously at the woman. "I....appreciate all that you have done for me." he said, still a bit shaken up. Marcel looked down at the fish, getting his thoughts together before speaking again. He didn't want to give her more 'fuel' now. "I see that your species are good with their tails, and....speaking telepathically?" he commented, just now remembering how she spoke to him mentally earlier. Just before he was about to take a bite, he paused before realizing something.... Could she have been reading his mind about....what he was thinking earlier!? Adnarim Frost
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Post by Adnarim Frost on Oct 19, 2016 18:25:33 GMT
Now that she thought about it, she couldn't remember when exactly she started speaking in the way she did earlier. She remembered it was something her mother used to do when wanting to speak with her in private with others around or having multiple conversations at once. Adnarim wasn't quite at that level of expertise. As for the use of their tails, she had a lot of practice. As a child she was forced to build up her multi tasking skills. Having an additional limb to complete more tasks or speed up the task she was working on at that moment was quite useful. The combat practicality was also superb. Many races were used to dealing with four limbs rather than five. It worked as a great surprise tool when it came to combat. The problem to it was that people could get used to it with practice.
"Many of us are when it comes to tails... as for telepathy, I believed I learned it from my mother.", She'd say, her jolting yellow eyes glancing over at the male. He looked fairly ridiculous with her coat on his back. She was right about that after all. Perhaps if he were a bit leaner he probably could squeeze into it, but this was just too funny. Even still she managed to stifle her laugh. Poking fun at his nervous banter was one thing, driving a nail here was just rude, especially since she was the one who offered it to him. She simply smiled, her tail moving to rest lightly between them, draping over the cold log.
She couldn't help but notice something though. His face had slowly and consistently started becoming reddened, contrasting with the rest of his skin. Was this a result of the cold? Could he be coming down with a certain type of sickness? Concerned, she scooted closer to him, her face transitioning from her usual light-hearted smile to a more serious, thought crunching frown. She was fairly close to him. There was barely any space between them. Her jolting yellow eyes burned with concern, her face closing in on his cheek for a closer look. She noticed his skin to be smooth, smoother than the normal Arcosian. With her outstretched index finger she pressed it against his cheek, first noticing how soft it was, then noticing how hot his skin was. No wonder why he was so cold... his body temperature was burning hot! "Hey... your cheeks are crimson... are you sick?", she'd ask, clearly oblivious to the real reason why his cheeks were like this. She knew he was nervous, but she failed to piece the two together
wc: 443 twc:2915
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Post by Deleted on Oct 19, 2016 19:05:56 GMT
The black haired man sat there, his hands resting on the upper part of his legs while his head was still down, listening closely to his new acquaintance. It would make sense that an intelligent species that had tails would be able to use them as if they were a third hand. He wondered if Saiyans were also capable of that, seeing as his mother had a tail, but never utilized it the way Adnarim does. In fact, his mother would keep her tail wrapped around her waist most of the time. He also wondered why he hasn't been born with one. Perhaps it has something to do with his demonic genes. Then he was still curious about why it gives the ability to turn one into a freaking ape under the moonlight....It just sounded ridiculous to him still....He then began to wonder if an Acrosian's tail would do the same? Perhaps she can transform into a giant lizard under the sunlight? That idea was enough to make him chuckle, but he managed to keep it to himself, not wanting to come off as rude. Then she spoke a bit of her telepathy. The little knowledge he got from her didn't help with his worries. She must've been reading his mind, he just knows it! He thought about how lewd it could've sounded to her, but it wasn't, he was simply admiring her features....That didn't come out as he wanted it to....Oh no, what if she had also heard that!? He moved his lips some as he cheeks brightened more. He could hear her, moving...moving closer to him. He glanced towards her for a second, and was able to see how close her face was to his. Oh geez.... "Y-yeah, that sounds, amazing...actually." he added, trying to remain calm while keeping on topic. His heart began to race, feeling like it was trying to beat out of his chest. He hadn't felt this awkward since the time he accidentally fell face first into Shemha's....cleavage. Great....now he has THAT on his mind too....He tensed up once he felt her cold finger press against his cheek, yet all it did was make him feel warmer. "Ye-yeah...er mean...sick?....No, I'm....I'm...everything fine...yes..." he jumbled his words up some, moving his hands around nervously with one of his hands now resting upon the woman's smooth tail, not even noticing it at first until he had started rubbing it a few seconds later. His head slowly turned until it was facing down to where his hand was, quickly stopping his hand before looking up right at the Acrosian, their face unbelievably close. After a few seconds, the hybrid just.... JUMPED! Backwards into the snow he went, he stared up into the sky, his face bright red, yet his expression appeared calm. Adnarim Frost
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Post by Adnarim Frost on Oct 21, 2016 1:47:17 GMT
"Uh.. huh"
He wasn't sick, yet he was burning to the touch. It was strange really. The few humans she had met had never acted like this before her ever and arcosians didn't really burn up in this manner. What could be the reason for this? She found that he had difficulty looking towards her while they were speaking and his words stammered and stuttered almost comprehensibly. Perhaps he was still cold despite the coat he wore over his shoulders and the roaring fire? How can he not be sick? She looked away a moment in thought. She did in fact fail to bring proper medicine with her, but there was a first aid kit in her space pod's cargo department. Maybe there was something in there? She was about to get up to check when she felt his hand fall upon her her tail. He didn't put any weight upon it, but something about it felt affectionate. She'd look back at him and then down to her tail, her eyes looking over his hand. He didn't really seem aware of what he was doing, yet he started to... rub at her tail.
Her face was pale before, but a shade of purple arose in her cheeks. It was only accidental yet..... Oh.
Ohhhh.
She was reminded by her thoughts upon human culture and their attachment to clothing. He had never seen an Arcosian before, so when she slipped from her coat he started to feel uncomfortable and nervous almost as if a human woman was undressing before him. Rather than say anything about it, he respected the way Arcosians treated clothing and stayed silent. When she got closer... Aha! It all made sense now. She couldn't help grin from the comedy of it all, though she did feel bad about unintentionally teasing the Male. She was about to apologize when he realized where his hand was and much like when he first took a bite out of her charred fish, he panicked. His balance suffered and he fell back into the snow.
Adnarim was concerned about him and leaned over the log to have a look at him. He appeared unmoving, but he was still conscious. She couldn't help but laugh but it was only out of fun. She meant nothing of it. She reached out to him, offering her hand to help him back up. "I must apologize. I didn't realize I was affecting you in this way... if anything.. I guess I'm flattered.", she said with a wide, friendly grin. "Do you need me to clothe myself Marcel?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2016 2:34:02 GMT
Everything Marcel has done so far was screw up, fall out of balance, and mumble like a scared little child. Right now, he just felt like he wanted the snow to bury him alive, let the freezing temperatures just take him away to be with his step father, feeling like a little child who wasn't ready for the real world. He closed his eyes, and tried to imagine other things such as the forest he resided in, the animals that frolicked through it, but no....It was quickly replaced by that Arcosian, standing upon the log gracefully like she did a while ago, just braving the elements as if it were child's play....in the buff. The hybrid then began to think to himself. Was this really it? Was he..... A pervert....? He wasn't entirely sure if it were the cold, or Adnarim that made him think like this. How was he going to coup with being a pervert? What do perverts even do? Do they hang out with other perverts, go to a pervert school to be taught in the art of being a pervert? Will he have to change his name to something perverted, like....Do perverts even have names? He was ready to accept his ridiculous fate, until he heard some scuffling, causing him to slowly open his eyes. He saw a head, a bit blurry at first with a hand reaching out. Was this the Kami, coming to take him away, and into the realm of perverts? No. It was her, the pale colored Arcosian, withe the jolting yellow eyes. He laid there, motionless, and speechless as she spoke the first time. His 'lewd' thoughts began to slip away, being replaced with reason. Not all species were like humans. Not all of them wore....clothes.....even their women. What was natural to her being...something else to the Hybrid wasn't no good excuse for him to act like this, he thought. After she offered to clothe herself, he still remained their, not saying a word for a few seconds before a low, "No...." escaped his mouth, his breathe still visible from the cold. He slowly extended out a hand, resting his palm upon Adnarim's before grasping it. "I'll....I'll survive." he smiled softly, weakly due to the freezing. "If this is what you're comfortable with, then I am not one to judge." he said, staring into her eyes, not once has they drifted away to any other part of her. His crimson colored eyes just stayed there, glued to hers. He then managed to sit up, the coat miraculously still on his back, but it wasn't doing him much good as he was visibly freezing. "I apologize about....your tail, however." he added, his cheeks glowing a bit, but eyes not shying away as he attempted to act his age. He saw the brief reaction on her face before his little...episode. He wasn't sure why, but perhaps touching her tail was the equivalent of touching a woman's chest, or rear. Despite his constant screw ups, and failures, he really didn't want to come off as just some guy who tried to take advantage of women. Adnarim Frost
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Post by Adnarim Frost on Oct 22, 2016 7:22:53 GMT
This man was surely something else. Adnarim had already tried to warm him up and now he was probably in danger of freezing again. It was nice that he had accepted her way about clothing, but she kinda felt guilty about the reaction she forced upon him. This was not her world after all. This was not Arcose. The sooner she learned more about their way of doing things, the sooner she would be able to blend in and possibly better increase her chance of finding her grandfather. This could also provide valuable tactical information should she be forced to flee into a civilian area. Sure the natural ki her body gave off could give her away, but she has heard that some warriors were able to suppress themselves. It was something she'd have to look towards in the future.
Then... there was something strange in this one's eyes. She knew humans didn't have eyes like these... these crimson eyes. It was captivating to say the least, but also peculiar. His body was that of a human or possibly Saiyan, but she didn't see the usual tail the Saiyans usually had. Was it an augmentation of sorts? She was about to ask him when he apologized for... touching her tail. Her face blushed again recalling the memory, her eyes drifting away from his in thought. It was... unexpected at the time. It wasn't the fact he was grabbing it, but rather the soft way he did it. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing, just something that caught her off guard. She'd remember her mother and father wrapping their tails together when they were welcoming each other home, but she didn't see any other of her race do this. The feeling it gave her was indescribable as she had never felt this way before. She was finally able to explore the real world herself. Perhaps this was just a part of it.
Her eyes returned to his, her train of thought re-aligning with what she was thinking about before: his crimson eyes. "D-don't worry about it Marcel, but I have to ask... what exactly are you? I mean... i've never seen a human with red eyes before.", She'd ask, silently chastising herself on how harsh it sounded coming from her lips. She didn't want to offend him accidentally. She wasn't used to dealing with humans or those like them. Hers was a blunt race, or at least her family was. They usually spoke their mind. She was an exception of course, believing it was better to say somethings and leave other thoughts hidden away. Privacy was indeed valuable. "If you don't want to tell me that's fine. I don't mean to press"
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