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Post by Pocky on Nov 30, 2016 2:28:07 GMT
Pocky sighed as she headed into the city. It was rare that she ventured into such a heavily populated area, as she much prefered the quiet of a forest and the like. It was better for training and to not be distracted from said training. However today was a special day. She had set up and prepared a meeting with one of her closest internet friends whom went by the name of XxXCaptainXNovaXFanXxX. With a name like that her expectations weren't high appearance wise, but she certainly felt a deep connection with the users.
Often times they'd stay up all night, chatting away about their favorite things here and there, and possibly even telling one another secrets. Pocky stopped at a Local cafe and sat down outside after ordering a Tea. She pulled out her pink flip phone and began typing away on it before nodding as she sent a text to the person she was waiting for. A soft smile spread across the majin's face as she thought about their long chats and how close they had gotten. Even just thinking of it now a blush came over her face, and she placed her hands on her chins.
She may or may not of developed feelings for the anonymous user, and to her that just seemed so... Scandalous, having feelings for someone you've never met or even seen before? It was Unheard of and so wrong! And yet here she was, awaiting their fateful meeting.
She was a bit anxious actually, excited for the day to finally come. Who was this person? What did they look like? And would Pocky be completely disappointment? She didn't know, but it didn't matter. This person was her friends, and she wasn't going to shy away from them, even if they may not live up to her expectations.
@noxa
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Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2016 16:28:21 GMT
Power Level: 200,904
Resonance: 2,209,944 ; 2,410,848
Ki Setting: 1
OOC: Don't forget to tag your power level and all that in your first post! I almost did myself.
Walking the dog was a chore that Noxa didn’t much enjoy, but at the same time didn’t outright hate. It was certainly a task much easier done outside of of a city’s inner workings; out in the wilds there was a lot less for him to chase, scare, or outright destroy. Having this much responsibility would normally have been something that the amazon would have opted out of entirely, but for a while now she had been yearning for more of it — something about making her actions matter a bit more than simple hedonism or short-sighted behavior. Then again, that could be the heroics of all the TV shows the woman had been indulging in.
It wouldn’t have been the first instance of Noxa’s Super Ego being influenced by the antics of fictional characters. Often she had found herself yearning to experience more of the wide array of feelings and emotions that were often displayed on that show. Sadness, love, passion. Yet, the redhead never did anything to pursue those things. Instead she simply holed herself up in her apartment, binge watching and vicariously experiencing those things through the characters on-screen.
All of these facts were something that Mr. Floofs himself understood. A sad case of dramatic irony, that the fluffy companion-turned-employee realized. He attempted to bring up his concerns, but often was given a dismissive wave of the hand, or his barkings would simply enter in one of the woman’s ears only to leave out the other. Noxa herself had vaguely begun to touch on these insights, though there had yet to be a full breakthrough when it came to fully embracing these facts.
As of right now, the woman narrowed her eyes against the dark, beaten path they trailed down on. Her mind was full of turmoil; the sensation she was forgetting something couldn’t stop tugging at her mind. Amid the cool air of the bamboo forest Mr. Floofs’ paws thudded against the soft soil, Noxa’s mind focusing on the rhythmic thumping. That rhythmic thumping itself would’ve been broken by a mechanical buzzing as Noxa’s phone began to go off.
A phone: something that mere months ago the redhead would laugh at the idea of having, but now could certainly not live without.
The woman, who wore nothing — not even her metallic chitin armor — beneath her baggy, dirty, unwashed clothing, found herself drawing the phone from her pocket. She’d come to look at the screen only for her heart to skip a beat — a chilling grip finding itself at her heart as a sudden realization came to her: she was forgetting something — the meet up with her dear internet ‘correspondent’!
“I-It can’t be today…!” Noxa found herself mumbling beneath her breath, an occurrence rare enough that Mr. Floof’s ears quickly turned, followed by his entire body. The 888 lbs dog sat on the floor, head tilting as he wondered what her problem was. “Mr. Floofs, what day is it today…?”
‘Thursday.’ He telepathically conveyed.
“FUCK! I THOUGHT IT WAS TUESDAY! I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE AT THAT CAFE TEN MINUTES AGO!”
‘Well, I hope this teaches you something about responsibility.’ He noted, growling along, ‘You’ve been constantly negl--”
Floofs was cut off as the massive woman’s arms wrapped around his midsection. “WALK IS OVER!” Noxa declared, a black aura with a vermilion outline glared around her. And with a nature-disturbing ‘boom’ the two shot into the sky, leaving a now noisy forest, churning in the wake of her noise.
Through her flight into the East City Capitol, the redheaded woman had stripped and tossed off her ragged ‘lazy sunday’ clothing as well as lowered her power level through Ki Setting substantially, now sitting at a messily, insignificant '1'. Noxa landed with her dog just a few meters outside of the cafe, safely outside of the point of view of anyone inside, looking out through its glass panes.
Not wanting to make her friend estranged as to her appearance, Noxa found herself shape shifting right outside. Thankfully, the late nature of the setting kept her from getting any estranged looks from pedestrians — as this late there weren’t any. Soon Noxa’s hair shortened and turned a milk-chocolate brown; her black/yellow eyes turning into a perfectly normal sclera white and iris brown. Her own metallic chitin armor melting further out of her flesh as she produced an organic cloth that very much looked like a long, frilly, shoulder-less rose cocktail dress. Noxa still didn’t necessarily smell the best, but at least her appearance had changed into something at least akin to presentable. The woman’s scarlet mane began to writhe, fluffing itself as she took a hold of Mr. Floof’s chubby face.
“Alright, you. Please behave; stay out here and be a good boy. I’ll make it worth your while later — don’t ruin this for me!”
To which Noxa got a lazy nod and a yawn as Floofs pulled away, circling where he stood on the pavement before laying down, resting his chin over his crossed paws.
“Good dog.” Noxa assured, reaching up to run her fingers through her hair once more, shuddering before she focused on the door, snatching a flower from one of the baskets outside of the establishment and meshing it into her own hair.
Soon the 6’5” bionic woman pushed into the late night cafe, her phone pushing up to her her as she feverishly began to text Palm_Of_The_Northstar.
“I’m a little late! Traffic! Where are you?” The text was sent, as Noxa’s now-brown gaze scanned the cafe, trying to find her mark; hoping she or he were still here despite her tardy nature.
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Post by Pocky on Nov 30, 2016 19:20:44 GMT
In the Ten minutes Pocky had been waiting, she had gone through two cups of tea, as well as a few tea cakes. Thankfully, for Noxa's sake, Patience was one of the many things Pocky had a lot of. She probably would have waited a few hours for her friend to arrive before giving up and leaving. The moment Noxa entered the building and texted her she'd get a response.
"Outside, at the table outside the window. My hair is in Buns." her Text read.
Pocky was tapping away on her phone quickly, that Pink Flip Phone of hers, having a small dangling cat accessory on it. She closed her phone just as quickly as she had opened it, and placed it away in a pocket before patiently waiting at her table, staring at her third cup of piping hot tea. Was she really ready for this? Meeting someone she didn't even know? What if they were dangerous? What if they were anything other than human? Pocky suddenly seemed quite nervous at the thought of that, a pit in her stomache swelling. What if this had been a bad idea? She'd always heard stories of people going to meet up then never coming back. Then again, she was a majin. There was hardly anyone could do to her that she couldn't do right back to them.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2016 14:21:30 GMT
Being outside like would’ve given the majin a show of when Noxa had arrived and parted ways with her canine companion, who was of now had curled up on the cement, away from the main sidewalk, and begun to try and get some rest — despite the fact he was supposed to be out on a walk in the first place.
Out from the store, Noxa swiftly came, a rectangular, orange and yellow phone in hand. The overdressed, disguised Bio Android quickly spotted the majin, and began to bring herself over. A wave of relief had begun to wash over he, with a mixture of vindication and reassurance. Of course she had made such good friends with a Majin — her past experience with Shemha probably had something to do with it. Maybe over time Noxa had learned to be some kind of bubblegum magnet.
Then again, there was also the possibility that this one would be a nightmare of a pain in the ass, just like the very first defective Majin that she had ever met. But, of course, the woman felt as though there was a very slim chance of that. After all she and her online recipient had exchanged numerous messages, often staying up hours passed their normal sleep cycles only to keep in touch.
The impressively tall Noxa swiftly took a seat opposing the Majin, despite the fact she wore heels. “Palm of the North Star? It’s me, Nova Fan.” Noxa asked, reluctance clearly visible on her face. After all, she didn’t want to be interrupting a random stranger's evening out.
Noxa’s hands ran down the front of her dress, smoothing out any wrinkles that may have formed, attempting to keep herself as presentable as possible.
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Post by Pocky on Dec 2, 2016 18:24:44 GMT
Pocky typed away on her phone as Noxa approached, and upon her speaking she looked up from it. Her piercing gaze focused on Noxa's own for a few moments before the Majin's lips curled into a smile. "That's me." She said softly. She quickly looked Noxa's form up and down, and a weight was lifted from her shoulders. She wasn't what she had been expecting.
Pockey motioned to the seat opposite of hers then held out her hand to shake. " Its good to finally meet you in person." She said. "I was so excited I actually got here a bit early." Her cheeks burned red as she brought her hands to her cheeks and smiled at Her. " You are so much more beautiful than I had anticipated. I'm finding it hard to take my eyes off you."
She giggled softly. "So how have you been? I know I haven't been around much the past week, but that is because I've been training real hard in the bamboo forest not too far from here. Got my Capsule home set up and everything."
The Caramel colored Majin was so excited about this meeting and she hadn't even realized just how excited she was until Noxa had arrived. Her heart pounded in her chest and her mind screamed at her to keep calm. She was nervous and yet so so ready to bombard her friend with questions but she held it in. She didn't even dare open her mouth.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2016 19:25:21 GMT
Pocky’s eyes examined Noxa in the same way that she had often lured men into doing before taking them somewhere secluded to absorb their biomass. The Bio Woman now understood why that was the case — it had been an exploitation of their basic drive to reproduce. It, in turn, told Noxa that Pocky found her to be an attractive possibility as a partner.
Which was flattering, but a little odd — she was, after all, a Majin; could they even reproduce in the same was as the humanoid species? She would be willing to gander that it was the case, considering just how many of them populated the Earth. Noxa, admittedly never bothered looking that up — or ask Shemha in one of their many drunken ramblings or training sessions.
Pocky’s compliment hit hard and fast, following her greetings almost immediately. They were somewhat effective. It was flattering hearing such praise from someone who the redhead didn’t find outright repulsive.
“Thank you.” Noxa said, her long lashes batting, her cheeks turning a soft shade of rose; Noxa forced herself into a type of coquettish stance, shying away from the conversation a bit. It wasn’t all falsity, but it was certainly overplayed.
“You train too much.” Noxa said, scootching her behind close to the ends of the chair so that her back could slump down. She moved her back away from the center of the chair, so that her backrest had enough room for her to hang her right arm over. Such a blatantly tomboy behavior served to do nothing more than clash against her incredibly feminine aesthetic.
“Why do you train so much?” Noxa asked, finding herself breathing a heavy sigh. “It gets lonely when you disappear for such long periods of time because you’re training.” She noted, not going as far as to say that she had only offered this branch of real life rendezvous to make sure her majin friend was alright, and not actively avoiding her.
Noxa was very much aware of the erratic biochemical behavior going on in Pocky’s body; the throbbing of hearts in overdrive were things she more than once had to give hard chase for a meal.
Mr. Floofs, having noticed that Noxa had made her way out decided to approach the two. The dog sat besides the table, which brought him to around 5 feet 9 inches. His tongue lulled out as he panted, looking from the Majin to Noxa and repeating the process a few times.
A high-pitched yelp came from him, his speech being translated to Noxa via telepathy.
‘Your mate looks like my chewtoys!’
“Trust me, Majins don’t taste like bubblegum.” Noxa assured him. Considering his telepathy was simply one way, this exchange might look rather odd to an outsider — the reason Noxa was so often avoided when it came to public outings.
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Post by Pocky on Dec 2, 2016 19:44:12 GMT
Pocky looked away at the mention of her training. "I don't train too much. I train the right amount." She puffed out her cheeks. "I am trying to become the best Majin Martial artist to ever live, and to do that I have to train and learn from every master I can."
She noted Noxa's posture and seating on the chair. Did.... did she get all dressed up instead of being herself? It was clear the lady like attire wasn't something she'd normally wear. Pocky cleared her throat then spoke once more.
"I'm sorry you get lonely when I go to train, but now you should understand why." She offered a smile, before lifting up her tea. She sipped it softly before speaking once more. " What about you? When we aren't chatting, what do you do?"
This meeting was... awkward, at least for Pocky. She had been expecting someone whom looked average at best, not a super model. She cleared her throat, and tugged at her collar gently before the dog came over and barked. She winced at the tone then blinked at Noxa's responce.
She stared for a few moments, as her face only got redder and she seemed to shrink down into her self. She sipped at her tea nervously. Why was Noxa talking about such Naughty things? And so openly? The Majin woman seemed to begin to steam. A simple misunderstanding but she hadn't known the dogs abilities.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2016 20:24:56 GMT
Noxa’s eyes were taken away from her dog for a moment; she looked over to her friend, who had clearly begun shrinking down — and literally steaming. Steaming was something she had only previously witness with Jackie — the first Majin she had ever met. It wasn’t a pleasant experience, and seeing this instantly made Noxa’s mind began to wander in unsavoury territory. What if he friend was as mentally unstable as that first Majin? Just as mentally unstable and broken.
It was worth a thought, but just as Noxa began to go off the deep end with her speculations another bark found itself breaking her inward concentration.
‘I thought eating sentient species was illegal.’
Noxa shook her head, waving a the hand that dangled from the chair’s backrest, “No, no. I bit her.”
‘Who is ‘her’? Is it that she-majin who helped you find land to pee on?’ He wondered with a gruff snort.
“I didn’t PEE on the building, okay?” Noxa dismissed, glaring and giving her head a sassy side to side bob, “I’m not a dog. And yes, — Shemha; drew blood too; majin liquid. Or, err, blood, is sour.”
Noxa’s hand waved out in front of Mr. Floofs, attempting to shoo him away; a gesture that worked well as the dog was sent bounding out from the table, but not before sending a telepathic message to Pocky. ‘Order me STEAK!’
Noxa was left unaware of that little exchange. She simply returned her focus her Majin buddy, which is where it rightly belonged.
“Why are you steaming?” She decided to outright ask, “Are you feelin’ sick or something? I always assumed when you said 'literally steaming right now' that you were joking or something.” Noxa wondered, deciding to be open about her concerns, “I’ve only previously met one other Majin who did that — and she was a psycho. One moment she was shouting about the world being unfair, and the other giggling like a little human.”
Noxa reached for the glass of water that had been sitting at the table — presumably put out by the waiter whenever they had come to server her. This motion caused her to fix her posture, but before her lips touched the misted glass Noxa remembered a question had been posted to her, but not properly addressed.
“Oh! Lately I’ve not been doing much.” She admitted, “I used to train too — Turtle Martial Arts School student… But I haven’t been to classes in a long time. After I set up shop in Satan City I kind of got lost in the world of TV and the internet.”
Just as Noxa finished speaking a young man in a meticulously well-groomed garcon's outfit moved beside the table. He looked to be in his early 20s; a healthy thin with black hair and brown eyes hidden behind thick glasses. The man reached up, fixing an out of place strand on his slicked back hair. He looked to Noxa and addressed her.
"Welcome to the Suave Swallow, Ma'am. I hope you're having a pleasant evening. Is there anything you'd like to drink or eat?"
Noxa looked at him, giving little care for his appearance, though she did pick up on the fact his cologne came off a bit too strong. Then again, most human beauty chemicals did.
"No, thank you." Noxa assured him, "Actually, hold that thought. Could you get me some fiz-- Err, soda? Grape. And I could use some mozarella sticks."
The man gave a silent, long-drawn nod before his gaze turned to the martial artist. "What about you, madam? Enjoying your tea? Would you like anything else?"
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Post by Pocky on Dec 3, 2016 20:12:32 GMT
As The one sided conversation went on Pocky only steamed more and more. Such naughty things were coming out of Noxa's mouth. Had she made a mistake? She never acted this way when they were chatting online. However, as the voice spoke in her head she blinked and looked around, wondering where it came from, and if it was just her own mind playing tricks on her.
However as Noxa spoke up she sat up quickly, straightening herself up as she listened. Once Noxa finished she spoke up. "T-the things you've been saying..." She brought her hands to her cheeks and shook her head. " They are so naughty... And you are speaking so openly about it! In public!" She shook her head. "Its embarrassing! I steam when I'm mad, or embarrassed. Most majins can do it..."
However at the mention of the Turtle School, Pocky's hands slammed on the table and she stood up. " Y-You've been training with the turtle hermit!?" She asked. " Where is he? I can't find him anywhere! Where is the school? Where Do I find him! This is important! I need to train under him to write my book!"
She looked towards the waiter and blinked for a moment. " O-Oh uh.. More tea. Ginseng this time. And possibly some more Tea cakes?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2016 21:12:26 GMT
The waiter had left before Noxa decided to respond. She wasn’t sure what she said that was ‘naughty’, so she had to ask.
“W-what are you talking about, Pocky?” She wondered — Noxa rarely used her friend’s name; when she did it was often a serious, or at least important note of subject. “What have I been saying? I-I just got here!” Noxa exclaimed, her expression widening into something akin to both surprise and confusion.
“Turtle -- answer my question first.” Noxa pressed on, returning to Pocky’s initial comment. After all, if she had been steaming because of either embarrassment or rage either way Noxa would have to rectify this misunderstanding. “I’m sorry if I said something I shouldn’t have…” Her expression relaxed. Soon her eyes narrowed and her lips scrunched together slightly. Her lips then pursed, before her entire face relaxed as the disguised Bio Android shook her head. “I can’t think of a single thing I did so get that reaction — at all.”
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Post by Pocky on Dec 3, 2016 21:42:00 GMT
"You were talking about how majin tasted like!" She looked away, cheeks burning. "Saying such lewd things the first time we've met in person... You never talked like this before in our chats...." She looked back to Noxa. " I didn't know you flirted so... directly..."
Pocky frowned at her before placing her hands on the table. " Now answer my questions! Where is the Turtle hermit! I've search everywhere and I can't find them any where." She shut her eyes. " I really don't want to have to go to the crane school first."
Pocky sat back in her chair as she realized something. "Wait... is the reason you are so well dressed... Because you wanted to go on a date with me?" Her cheeks flushed once more. "I mean I don't know why else you'd be so well dressed...."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2016 21:56:23 GMT
“Yeah, so?” Noxa wondered, “What about that? It’s true — Majins don’t taste like bubblegum. My friend Shemha and I were fighting in my gravity chamber — things got rough and I ended up biting her when she tries to wrap around me with her Majin stretchyness.”
The woman shifted in her seat, scratching at her thigh, sitting up in a more polite way — not formal, but certainly more presentable than how she was already sitting.
“I don’t know what about that is flirty… But… I thought we were on a date.” She figured, “Isn’t… This what it is?” Noxa wondered, a brown lock of hair stretching out from its resting blade and forming a leaf-bladed tip, which came to scratch idly at Noxa's cheek.
The woman apparently forgetting that she was to be disguised as a human — and that human hair wasn't as malleable as her own. In doing so Noxa looked off to the side, gazing up at the night sky. There weren't all that many stars to be seen, as the city's light pollution snuffed out most of the galaxy's light... But it still offered much needed respite from the rough exchange between the two friends.
Noxa used this little break of silence to think about how to properly address the Turtle question.
"Oh, and about the Turtle Master." She began, focusing back on the Majin. Noxa cleared her throat and her hair retracted. "The Turtle School is in the Southern Islands — I'm not surprised you didn't find it, it's not really easy go comb through them. I... " Noxa came to a realization and paused, "You can fly, right?" Noxa checked, figuring that if the Majin couldn't then there certainly would be a lot of complications in her journey to finding the Turtle Master.
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Post by Pocky on Dec 3, 2016 22:12:13 GMT
'Its just... Lewd..." She muttered looking away. She shook her head quickly and let out a slow breath, trying to keep herself from steaming once more. At the mention of biting she frowned. "Why would you bite? Thats so... reckless." She looked to Noxa, noting the hair. She had been about to say something about it but decided against it. She cleared her throat.
"Y-you did think it was a date?" She asked. Her smile grew as did her blush. "I-I mean yes! It is! A date...." She smiled hard and shook her head. " A wonderful date between us."
Her heart beat hadn't slowed down once this whole time, and this only made it pound harder. She tried to calm herself as best she could but she just couldn't. Especially with the turtle hermit being brought up again.
"South? I thought he was west..." She frowned lightly. "I've been looking in the wrong direction... Damn it..." At the question of her ability to flight she looked away and shook her head meekly. " N-No I can't fly yet..." she said softly. "I'm still learning that bit. Its harder with magic than it is with Ki."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2016 0:23:13 GMT
“Well, she started it — she had my hair and limbs bound and I had to do something about it.” Noxa said, “Unfortunately for her she forgot about my teeth — which are pretty strong on their own regard.” To make a point the woman gave a big, toothy grin. Her teeth weren’t shape shifted — they looked humanesque enough, though there was a slight boost to the size of her upper and lower canines — slightly curved inward as to make sure whatever the woman was biting into wouldn’t be able to pull away without losing a chunk of flesh.
The woman’s lips closed, only for her teeth to be slightly made visible with another beaming smile once the Majin confirmed that this was, in fact, a date. Good — this marked a big step up for Noxa; an attempt at at least trying to have something akin to an emotional connection. Those were always glorified in movies, and since Noxa’s transformation she had begun to feel the need for them — yearning for a purpose that was more than just a goal… A reason to… be.
However, as the conversation changed topics Noxa found herself intrigued, “Wait a moment… You can’t fly?” She gulped, “But, that’s… Basic, Pocky; you need to learn it — it offers unparalleled advantage in a hun-- err, fight.” Noxa shook her head, looking over as the waiter from moments ago arrived.
Noxa’s cheese sticks were placed down, which Noxa would begin devouring through her long nails — dipping before every bite. Pocky, too, would have her Ginseng tea delivered alongside her tea cakes. With a gesture of her hand, and a sideways nod, Noxa found herself offering part of her meal to her date.
“It’s pretty good!” Noxa exclaimed while chewing, not entirely aware of her manners despite her mental evolution.
The waiter had already slipped away, which the redheaded vixen took note of. After all, she had something in mind.
“Tell me, pocky. How aware are you of ‘ki’?"
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Post by Pocky on Dec 4, 2016 0:48:30 GMT
She blinked at Noxa's explanation of biting then frowned. " That is still not a decent strategy..." she said. "You could have faked defeat, then blasted her when she believed she had won. A slight bit underhanded, but I feel as though you wouldn't have minded it." She took a close look at Noxa's Fangs before frowning. "What big teeth you have." She said. She narrowed her eyes. "Are you sure you are human?"
"I know I need to learn it." She said. " I've been trying. But Magic and Ki are two very different things.... I know it can change battle, but you know what else can change a battle?" Her arm suddenly stretched out, her hand landing On Noxa's shoulder. "Being stretchy and limber like I am." She smiled before bringing her arm back to its normal length. "It helps me get some of my attacks off in a surprising manner."
When her tea was set before her she smiled and offered a thank you before taking a sip. A soft sigh escaped her before looking to the offered Cheese stick. "Oh Uh..." She took it softly and tossed it in her mouth before eating it without another word. She'd take another sip before nodding.
"Ki? I know of it. And How to sense it." She nodded. "But using it is difficult for Majins. Its why most of us know magic instead." She picked up one of her Tea cakes and shoved the whole thing in her mouth, munching away before speaking again. "I can use Ki, to a slight degree, but I've only been able to use it in my Hands. Thats why my fighting style's main focus are palm strikes. It allowed me to maximize the use of my Ki and magic together."
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