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 Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 8:09 pm
((Hiatus excused~ I've been on one myself. xD)) The young woman finished chewing the bite of stolen sandwich quickly, then pursed her lips together in a pouty fashion. Deity's switch of names had not gone unnoticed. A multitude of witty, and no less than perverted in some fashion, responses bounded through her mind. For a moment, she thought about the audience around them, then realized she didn't care much of what they thought. The uncomfortable expression that had crossed over Kenta's face had been most amusing.
"Don't be like that, I've loved you plenty." A teasing smirk played at her lips as she spoke softly. If the others heard her, let them take it as they will. She put down his sandwich and stepped over to the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water inside as she listened to Kenta question Deity. He sure was persistent about knowing the reason why, it seemed.
As the Saiya-jin girl stood again and walked over to Deity, taking a deep pull from her water, she couldn't help but laugh slightly to herself. That's right, Deity called Tali out because he believe Taliman was lying about attacking User. Had Deity been awake during their fight, he'd have known User had flown to the Emperor and his bodyguard.
And the reason for User to go and attack Taliman? Because of the idea that I planted in his head, she smirked to herself around her water bottle. Just mentioning the possibility that Taliman, if he could gain enough power, if he felt so inclined, could possibly attack the area of the universe the Changeling controlled, and possibly kill Cooler. And possibly taking the rest of the Saiya-jin race under his command. How ironic, she thought, that her little push at some chaos would result in Deity calling out his brother, and getting himself killed. And he was only alive again due to "some cosmic streak of luck", as Kenta so eloquently put it.
Kirra leaned on the counter next to Deity, crossing her arms under her chest, which only emphasized her breasts exposure. She leaned on one hip, which let her rump jut out just a little. If Kenta was going to make Deity uncomfortable with questions, she could make the boy uncomfortable with her body. It just made things more fun to watch.
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Posted: Wed Feb 17, 2010 9:02 am
What…what is this…no I will not stand for this! Samayou’s anger spiked so rapidly he could not gain control of it in time. The very building rocked gently as the table before him lifted off the ground by a few inches. Samayou quickly arched his shoulders back and breathed deeply, letting the energies of his life flow into his veins and cool his system down before he crush the place by accident. His power resonating like a boulder on the shoulders of those around him, a feeling of pressure like a vice grip clutching at their hearts. His fiery temper under control as he glared at Kenta and Jade/whoever with a almost hate like stare. His body appeared relaxed but his aura was burning with sheer raw strength, as if ready to bring down the entire place.
“Your parasites.”
He spit these words as if he had swallowed some awful tasting food or something. Spewing them from his lips like bullets as he lumbered out of the room with a force that made the door way creak as he passed thru it, hate in his heart fueled his anger further. They will never understand and because of it they will be blind, or because of it they will want to cause misery. Its not my problem…
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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Feb 19, 2010 10:25 pm
::The boy reddened a little at Kirra's implication, his eyes swaying over to the others around them, unseen behind his glasses. Deity wasn't aware of how many people knew or not about his relationship with Kirra. It wasn't necessarily a terrible thing - Jade knew, and didn't seem to have an issue with it. But it stayed a private thing. He sighed, that's just how Kirra is. He should've bene used to it by this point, but her personality was strange in his book, and strange it would stay.
Back to Earth anyway. Kenta pushed a little more, wanting an answer to the question Deity so blatantly dodged a moment prior. It was true that it was hard for one to attribute the sudden rage Deity exhibited at the time of the argument to what happened to User. While the attack on the Prince was indeed devastating - the young Saiya-jin hadn't been heard from since - the heated confrontation was the result of years of pressure building into a roiling fury, and was only brought up by that incident. Deity felt he owed User for what he'd done to the boy in the past, but the challenge against the emperor was unrelated. The problem was that Taliman in fact was not allowing his younger brother to live on Earth peacefully; that was never part of the deal.
Tali had made it woefully clear over the years that he wished a corpse of the younger Orinian, and said sibling was the only reason he ever bothered to visit Earth in the first place. He was waiting for his oppurtune moment to strike. It just so happened that Deity's patience - waiting to be killed randomly by someone that his friends willingly allowed to roam the place - finally burned out. One way or the other, the challenge was just a tension release. Of course, he thought, I'm not dead anymore. Perhaps Taliman would return to finish the job...again.
Wording this issue, however, the quiet Tonepian found to be a difficulty. He could give it a try of course, but he wasn't sure if anyone would buy it. Sometimes the truth just failed to follow any common logic. Deity let the pause linger on again, maintaining the silence past the point generally allowed in a flowing conversation. Eventually he set his food aside, planted his palms to the countertop with his head down. He rolled his thoughts around, calculating in his own silence how best to voice his opinion on the matter. He parted his lips to speak. The man of black burst a vein.::
Wha--??
::Deity jumped and shifted away with one elbow bumping him against Kirra as he did; he was clearly startled by the - aptly described - outburst on Samayou's part. Masked eyes wide, the boy just watched the man of black have his own private, silent freakout. He totally expected to be attacked in some fashion. I really don't need this, Deity remarked in a bit of a panic, just as Tama voiced his own opinion of the Orinian and the others. A little confusion was mounted atop the surprise, the tall boy finding the insult to be uncalled for.::
...wh-what?
::He uttered the response quietly once the man of black had started on his way out, losing his train of thought again. A big, angry, ugly black guy - like, an actual, coal-black man - unleashing an unprovoked surge of anger and then insult his company before storming off was enough to raise anyone's red flag. The perplexed look on Deity's face gradually faded to disapproval - he was clearly offended by somebody he hardly knew calling him a parasite for no given reason. I'm not a parasite, he pouted innocently to himself. He pursed his lips a little, turned and looked down at Kirra with his face saying "Well that was rude."::
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Posted: Sun Feb 21, 2010 5:05 am
A smirk played on the mage's partially obscured by the cup of tea tipped to them. Truthfully she many times found her lack of presence with the Orion's walls dreadful. But melting into the background many times had a way of allowing others to display themselves more candidly than they might otherwise be.
Absentmindedly taking a sip of the tea she found it scalded her tongue, causing her to wince. Sucking lightly on her tongue she blew gently on her cup figuring she would diffuse the situation as best as she could.
"Ermm Samayou your tea is ready..."
The large man had already departed before she had finished her sentence. Wrinkling her nose she wet her lips as if testing whether it was okay saying anything more. Raising the cup to her lips once more, she paused to blow on the liquid.
"Wow that was rather painful..."
((Guess it was time to break my hiatus as well.))
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Posted: Sun Feb 21, 2010 5:19 am
<>
"So, I wasn't lied to."
The Emperor of Orion remarked on this uncanny happenstance to himself as he arrived on Earth. It was weakened, but he was able to pick out his brother's distinctive energy on the little boonie dust speck. Somehow or another Tybron was alive. "Still alive" was inaccurate of course. I killed the little s**t and I know it. Someone must have brought him back to life. It wasn't that hard to believe. In truth Taliman didn't travel to Earth as a skeptic planning to disprove some wild rumor of his brother returning from the dead. Nor to prove it false by simply killing Tybron again. Instead he wanted to see it himself, in person. He wasn't in disbelief but instead was strangely satisfied with this outcome.
The small stature of the demon monarch rendered him nearly invisible as he descended through the blizzard weather outside of the club. Even for him this was a little harsh, so it was best to get inside soon. These sentiments weren't mutual between him and the meddling demon below, the ashy fellow with the ugly mug and shithouse-like physique. That ponce was just making his way out of the club in a huff. He didn't seem to mind the cold anyway. Safe within his cozy red garments, Taliman had two other things keeping him safe: Cado and Shinorei. As before when he began his deathmatch with Tybron, he no longer held any confidence in the Earthlings' ability to stay their hand. If not before, then he had plenty of reason to concern himself with his own safety now that he had killed their beloved hero. Some of them might have been daft enough to assume he had returned to kill the loser again. Hardly.
Tybron's resurrection had actually brought some clarity to Wesley's sight. In his visions, seen through the achievement of deep meditative sleep, he foresaw numerous things. They were in fragments, like shards of glass. Pieces of a greater picture, the window pane that was the future of reality. His battle against Tybron. The aftermath, with himself standing victorious. After this things grew dim, the pieces fit together less. There was great darkness, and a vicious battle against opponents Taliman had never seen. He foresaw a betrayal, a mutiny, and the end of a powerful bond. Then most horrifying of all, he witnessed what he could only imagine was the beginning of the end.
It was these visions that for the past few years had driven Taliman. His words, his thoughts, his plans, his actions. They were all motivated through and by those grim pictures of a future he had every intention of surviving. But it was a future he couldn't live through alone. The Emperor had foreseen Tybron playing an instrumental role in the survival of life as it was known. Without him, nothing was certain except for annihilation. Hence the incident with Jagan, from Unit 97. Taliman could not afford to let Tybron be killed before he played his role and hence attempted to persuade Jagan away. When it failed, he had no choice but to neutralize the Earthling for his impertinence. Giving away future events could do nothing but harm to the ignorant mortals that surrounded him - Tali trusted only himself to play his part in secret. It just so happened that to anyone else it was a characteristic fit that he merely wanted to save Tybron for himself.
But one thing he didn't foresee: Tybron's death at his own hand. The end of their duel had caught him off guard; in the future he knew Tybron was a necessary tool to victory. But if he was dead, perhaps that vision was false? If it was, how accurate were the events surrounding the darkness lying ahead? How many of these visions held any merit if a key player wasn't even alive to participate? After weeks in concentration, the discovery of Tybron's second take on life brought the pieces back together. Taliman was always meant to defeat his younger brother in battle. Tybron was always meant to die, and be resurrected in order to play out the role Fate had diligently prepared for him. He would be there when the war began.
The front door swung open by Cado's hand, and Taliman quickly stepped in. He once again wore Shinorei within the hip-mounted sleeve that he had used in the prior battle, though the drape that had covered his leg was gone. This time it was held up only by the belts strapped at an angle around his hips and shoulder, both hidden by his coat. Once both men were inside Cado shut the heavy wooden door behind him, the howling wind scratching at the threshold to be let back through. It took only a short glance before he found his younger brother at last. Tybron looked like s**t. He hadn't coped well with the battle. Taliman's broken leg had only recently finished healing so he himself wasn't yet fit for combat but he was in far better shape than his younger sibling.
But that was beside all points. There was nothing left to settle. Wesley had found the victory he sought. He had achieved his long-awaited vengeance, proved himself greater than his traitorous brother. In every way. For now he held nothing ill toward Tybron. Their severely polar personality traits would without doubt end that quickly, but Taliman intended to make it last as long as he could. No, he was here for another reason.
"Cado," he spoke quietly. "You wait here by the door. Keep on eye on them will you?"
The big monkey positioned himself at the door as he was told. His light ensemble didn't appear to leave him bothered at all by the weather. Long, hard hours of training were needed for such a conditioned mentality as that. Wesley wore a large red duster with a high collar, the coattails starting high enough on his back to accommodate his blade. Beneath the coat could be seen the high-neck collar of a black dress shirt and a red necktie. Black trousers with red pinstripes led down to polished black leather shoes, which rung with a satisfying click on each step taken. The Emperor strode around the room to help himself to a drink, more than thrilled to leave those in peace across the room.
Making his way behind the bar to fiddle with the beverage possibilities, he passed an innocent upward glance offhand. Kirra today, not Jade. Taliman was quick to tell the difference. One of his officers was a schizo. One side of him was a bookworm, the other a brutish soldier. It worked. This not as much. Jade was innocent, naive, and easily manipulated. Kirra was a lustful thing, as crazed and willful as she was intelligent and sensuous. She wasn't one for being controlled but curiously allowed herself to remain in that position for some time. She and Taliman thought alike on many levels; if to the extent that he imagined, she was only biding her time.
It's an amazement she's worn that damn leash for so long he thought, taking no shame as he took a moment to examine the girl's fine bust, the soft bumps in the thin fabric of her shirt indicating either that the room was cold or she was wearing an anatomically correct bra. Wesley smiled as he freed a glass from the cupboard and turned away from the others. At least it looks good on her.
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Posted: Sun Feb 21, 2010 7:07 pm
Kirra's response to Deity fell on Kenta's half-deaf ears. On the surface, he seemed to ignore her behavior and suggestive body language as well. While the kitsune in him thought her behavior entertaining, the nephew in him couldn't willingly encourage this sort of public behavior from Ba-chan's body.
His ability to tolerate her antics was rendered rather irrelevant when the entire building shuddered as though a chill had crept up its spine. The sudden increase in gravity caught Kenta unaware and sent his mind into a spiral of confusion. Standing perfectly still shouldn't feel so difficult, and yet he couldn't deny that the weight of Tama's anger was bearing down on him uncomfortably.
Parasites? Him? Kirra? How? What was so wrong about wanting to ask a question? What was so wrong about wanting to really get to know one's family? A long stream of thoughts raced through his mind, mostly questioning the nature of his alleged misdeed and attempting to understand the analogy to parasites. Not particularly having anything to say more articulate than Deity-ji's '...wh-what?,' Kenta merely watched Tama leave, his long bushy tail curled between his legs.
The awkwardness of the moment failed to be neutralized by Miss Pith's offer of tea, though from the outside looking in, it was probably hilarious to watch a comparatively tiny woman try to calm a large, towering, black demon with a tiny mug of herbal liquid.
As his tail began to uncurl, a calm coming back over him, the front doors open, and half the boy's mind shouted righteous indignation. Not because Tali-ji had arrived, but because Tali-ji had arrived at that moment. Though he was genuinely surprised and concerned about what this would mean - and his face expressed as much - a small, obsessive part of him threw up its arms in exasperated defeat. His primary concerns were secondary, and he knew and accepted that, but he could not get over the irony that Deity-ji's cosmic streak of luck could extend even beyond the battlefield if need be.
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Posted: Sun Feb 21, 2010 8:46 pm
{{Tali: Did you bring Pizza?}}
“Not you Deity.”
That was the last words from the Black Devil as he stormed out, mentally kicking himself afterwards. s**t Pith probably took that as well, s**t I’ll have to make it up to her later. His sense of emotional wave length was clear to him as Deity’s confusion told him one logical thing, he thought he was being insulted too. Kenta’s confusion was innocent and expected, perhaps Sama had gone too far to include him in his comparison but this strange presence that inhabited Jade deserved it fully in his eyes. Tamashii hated nothing more then people who gave up but he hated people who preyed on the weak beyond hatred and then some.
His anger carried him out into the main grounds of Orion amongst the forest before the Club’s front face. Perhaps Kenta did not deserve his wrath but the innocent harm he wads doing with a simple question annoyed Tamashii more then angered him, it was Jade’s strange…everything that got to him. It felt like Jade was trying to take advantage of Deity’s state and make him feel uncomfortable where as Kenta simply ignored that or was unaware of it. True Tamashii also had anger issues but he would never admit that too himself considering how many times he kept it under control, he was not sure why this incident got to him so much. A man from death deserves peace, no interrogation, tease…….or confusion. In the end he may have done more harm then good but he would have to fix that when he and Deity talked, for now the Gate Keeper would let him rest.
It was not that he wanted to talk to Deity about his death, it was not that he was interested he had experienced it before but because it was his job. A sacred duty in his family for years that he had to attend to but because of their relationship as friends Samayou wanted to speak to Deity when he was ready, not to make him feel uncomfortable which Tama may have done anyways. As for Taliman Samayou really had nothing to say to him or Cado, in fact the way he moved around it was as if he had not even noticed the pair.
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Posted: Sun Feb 21, 2010 9:03 pm
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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2010 9:02 am
{{It is how he can see, he don't have da normal vision, no pretty colors for him. *Cries.*}}
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2010 8:22 pm
Kirra was enjoying herself, in her own little way. Drama, conflict, the unexpected; all was her specialty. So when Samayou blew his top, she merely lifted her gaze from Kenta to the man of black. She blinked her eyes slowly, lightly brushing a still damp piece of black hair out of her face. Deity and Kenta both seemed more bothered by it than she did as she remained relatively relaxed.
Parasite? That's a new one. Sure I tend to bite a lot, but that's no reason to call me that...
The woman huffed slightly in amusement through her nose, both at Tamashii and Deity's reaction after-wards, merely shrugging her shoulders in response to his pouty look. Then someone else walked in moments after Tamashii left, someone that drew her attention and interest. Oh, this is going to be good, she thought to herself.
The only reason Kirra didn't actively seek interest in the little Emperor was due to Jade, and the fact that her alter ego would totally freak out over it. Even if it would be fun to watch the aftermath, she grinned. But for now, she was pretty satisfied having Deity when she wanted.
Giving the redhead one more glance over the edge of her thick-rimmed glasses, Kirra stood and smiled towards Epithany. "May I try a cup of your tea, Epithany-san?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2010 9:45 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2010 7:36 am
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2010 10:14 am
Returning a warm smile she nodded.
"Be my guest. I'm glad the tea won't go to waste. I brewed enough for multiple people and I didn't want to drink it all myself. "
Cradling her cup she let warmth seep between her fingertips. She glanced in direction of the Red haired emperor bowing her head in greeting.
"Though I suppose its likley not your taste, a hot drink after tranversing frigid air could be considered a good thing."
It was peculiar but it occured to her in the years she had lived within these walls she had done little other than pass inconsequential banter with all of his residents. The Orion tournament had been her initial reasons for taking up a room and little had changed since that time. Adjust her glasses upon her nose her amethyst gaze scanned area as if looking for weak point in the nigh visible tension that blanketed the area.
Raising her cup to her lips, the steam proceeded to fog up her lenses as she took a sip. Removing her glasses the world at once became a mass of blurry blobs of color. Wiping them off on the hem of her blouse. She then returned the glasses to her face, her gaze refocusing upon the mountain of a Saiya-jin known as Cado.
It always made her wonder why someone like Taliman had bodyguard when he was as powerful as he was. All of her subordinates were former students or colleagues from the guild or constructs of her own creation. In even in that regard she was more likely to dirty her own hands than to thrust it upon anyone else. She debated on offering the giant monkey a cup of tea but it sounded even more laughable than her attempt with his boss.
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2010 12:56 pm
(Holy s**t! I finally got back on!!! Oh happy ******** day!! I will have some sanity once more!! Holy s**t I am ******** excited as all hell right now!! *Breaths* Anyone miss me?)
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2010 1:19 pm
((Nice to see you online. It seems everyone had abandoned Gaia for a bit there. Well welcome back.))
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