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User snarled. He would not allow his people to be subjected to another tyrant, one who would probably treat the Saiya-jin people even more harshly than Cooler already did. He knew that Taliman had no love of User or probably even Jade for that matter, considering her closeness to Deity, "Indeed," He said in a disgruntled growl, "He always seemed like a threat under that cool attitude of his. Hence, why I've tried to keep an eye on him when he's around."

The more User thought about it, the more he didn't like how this looked. Taliman was truly a threat in the long term of things, one that could shake up the foundations of the galaxy as they know it, one that would destroy Earth, and probably his own people. User was now convinced - Taliman had to go down, he glared at Kirra, "Alright, Taliman needs to be done with, right now," He then commanded, "Where is he?"

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Anyone else might politely mention to Kythe that he should watch where he is going but a fifty caliber barrel waiting for him to hit his head on is just so much more entertaining. Laying on the ceiling as if the rest of the world had gone mad and only his down was the real down Tacitus was smiling up (down?) at the man from down the barrel of a pistol just over two feet long. The smile was grim until, of course, the koala sitting on his chest remember that it was a sane animal and that down was down, not up. The poor thing would tumble up (down?) the Time Lord's arm to fall on Kythe's head and enforce an adorable vice grip on his brain case. Tacitus merely gave a sigh as he shook his head and withdrew the weapon so it was just a little higher (lower?) to point at his gut instead.

Even his long black coat was pressed against the floor (ceiling?) as he looked up (down) at the man, "You know, you should really be more careful if you're going to go around walking on the ceiling. Here am I, minding my own business, and you hit my gun with your forehead. You could have put a dent in her with that thing, you know?" He chuckled and his long strands of gray hair fell up (down?) in the spare moment before the rest of him decided to leap up (jump down?) to the ceiling (floor?) to join the man. He landed in front of him with the firearm angled out to one side, the hand holding it tightly wrapped in a dirty old set of cloth hand wraps.

From behind a green visor a mismatched pair of eyes looked him over, "I ain't never seen you around these parts. Wait...ain't...never... scratch that. Ain't ever. Yeah... you didn't hear any of that. Right, so why in the hell have you got my kwalala all up in a ruckus for? You don't go around making a man's kwalalas get all uppity. Do you see me making your kwalalas all confused and scared? They're confused enough as it is, what with the entire planet hurtling around the sun at sixty seven thousand miles an hour, and you just have to make it worse." The most disturbing fact is not that the man seems to be slightly off his rocker, but that some fool gave him the badge that hangs from his belt beside a buckle with the infinity symbol set within an omega. This guy isn't just nutters, he's a cop, which is probably worse by current standards.

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User let out a long, heavy sigh. He said in a very sarcastic tone, "Wonderful! So Taliman is either on Earth, Mars, or perhaps half the across the galaxy. Gee, I wonder where I should start looking?" Kirra had gotten him all worked up, convinced him that Taliman was certainly a bigger threat than he had previously thought... then lead him to a wonderful dead end.

The Prince wasn't familiar with Taliman's ki signature, really. He could weed out the larger ki signatures from the smaller ones... but that would still, perhaps, leave him searching through millions of beings across the galaxy.

So... what now?