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Post by Azarath on Jun 24, 2018 21:44:57 GMT -6
PL: 11,991
'The sleepy east' as Azarath had come to learn was quite possibly the most quiet, peaceful, and utterly boring place to have ever come to exist. Vast rolling hills of grassland with the occasional small forest covered all the eye could see and even from air all she could think was that someone had perfectly copied the same tract of land a thousand times over then called it a day. Compared to the south with vast coasts where she could fish all day as she pleased it was a complete drag, but at the same time it was plainly superior to the west which had been nothing but hot sand and thirst.
She nodded to herself, perfectly center sounded about right for this place. Not too hot and not too cold! Though Azarath preferred both so aside from being boring this place was actually rather and were she the type a nap would be called for somewhere along the road.
"Bwah!" something hard collided with the center of her face and caused the Majin to hop back on a single foot as it deformed her head for just a moment. Her hand gripped a ball which had just plowed directly into her face and made a perfect rest in the now concave of her head which popped back into place much like a cartoon as she pulled it out.
Raucous laughter lit up a garden and children of varying degrees who had seen her were having a riot all to themselves over the cartoonish lady. An annoyed bulge built up in the center of her forehead as the children continued to laugh, so much so steam began to pour from pores and the ball was launched back at the children.
It landed with a solid 'smack' to the center most child who fell onto his rear with a stunned look on his face and a beat-red mark on his forehead. The world was silent as the two parties stared one another down until the little boy realized what had happened and let loose a torrent of tears.
"Eh! No! No cry!" Ahh she was so horrible with crying kids! The Majin herself had barely just reached a mental level outside of being equal to a toddler so dealing with people who may very well be her mental equal crying was a tall order.
In a panic to calm the crying child she kneeled before him and tried a variety of ways to quiet his cries from patting his head to shushing loudly to even crying back just a little. The moment when Azarath figured she was in a bit too much trouble was when what she assumed to be the father of one of these children levelled a shotgun at her after coming out from all the fuss.
"No gun!" Why was this happening now? She had just been taking a leisurely stroll and now she had a shotgun to her face and a crying child at her back. Sure it would be all too simple to just break the gun or fly away but she felt a bit bad for making the kid cry.
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Post by Sesame on Jun 24, 2018 22:25:56 GMT -6
Sesame walked around looking for something to do. He was wearing a trench jacket, long pants and a hat to cover his face. He looked like some badly dressed mafia enforcer. He was not of course but that was the vibe he sorta gave off. That was not important he was just taking his time to relax and walk down the street. He'd pause however when he heard something nearby, there seem to be crying. He'd walk over observing what was going on. Sesame started looking at the pink haired and skin majin before him. She seemed to be with a group of kids. He was unsure what had occurred. It seemed either way trouble was brewing. Another man came outside with a shotgun pointed at the majin. He decided to act not for the majins safety. She was a Majin, bullets would simply bounce out of her most likely. He was unsure how she'd react and possibly hurt the man or worse.
Sesame walked over a barrier of sound around him to make his approach silent. He'd get behind the man putting a hand on his shoulder. Not hard but he'd stare stern. He wanted him to back off he could deal with the Majin. He'd point at the Majin to back away. He thought he knew he was doing. Trying to defuse this with the least amount of violence as possible. Hopefully, that would be easy enough to solve. Though just in case he keeps his hand to his side ready just in case he tried to turn around the gun. Not that it could hurt him but he'd not want him to hit anyone else, mainly the kids.
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Post by Azarath on Jun 25, 2018 11:41:10 GMT -6
Someone had shown up in the single most surprising way possible. Soundless and without being seen a strange human-like man had shown up out of nowhere and grabbed the edge of the father's body. Physically forcing him to turn around and apparently doing it's best to both startle and agitate the humans. The moment the man had been forced to turn he had already fired off a shot into the air, the blast of the shotgun disturbing the quiet plains. Of course this had caused the Majin to shriek. The power of the shotgun was nowhere near deadly enough to actually do her any harm other than perhaps a few holes in her gooey body, but the stories she had been told and hammered into about the danger of guns and weapons and the lives they had taken by the humans had caused a bit of an irrational fear to well up inside. "Bad!" she shouted and pointed a hand forward to collect a mass of purple ki. Bright and ominous as she stared down the human who had just shot off his gun and tried to kill her! Nevermind his weirdo looking friend there! "Bad! Bad! Bad!" she shouted again and again while attempting to scare them all off.
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Post by Majin Zin on Jun 26, 2018 12:49:23 GMT -6
It was grass upon grass upon grass in the area known as the sleepy east. She had flown here to train only to find the place was more habitated than she thought. She had heard a shout in the plains only to find a pink blob which resembled herself, "huh it's been a while since I meet another is that you cadenza?..." She descended and landed quietly, her arms crossed as she watch the scene play out, she laughed as the child was smacked and simply smiled as the parent had brought out a shotgun. " human and their weapons, do you know how old fashion that thing is?" It didn't even seem to be based on energy but instead some kind of metal projectile. The majin seemed afraid which made Zin frown, It made as much sense as a elephant being afraid of a mouse. She simply looked around to a pick up truck and to the other children their face filled with shock as daddy shot his shotgun. No one seemed to be hurt as she simply walked over to her fellow majin and tapped her shoulder " It's okay" , The grey majin was not tall and was even a little weaker but this seemed like a good time to intervene. She also noted the majin must've been younger based on the way she spoke, the words not being complete sentences , she wondered i'f the original majin was like this? She would have to ask the kai's the next time she saw them.
"hey shotgun wielder, instead of shooting so suddenly why don't you talk to your children hitting innocent majins in the face is not polite" The majin would grab the two children around the waist with her tendril and plop them down softly close to the father. "don't make this something it's not... I'm a hero but I am not above beating some sense into you for free" She looked over to the demon and said " I think you were helping? but you should be careful humans are a delicate species, that shotgun blast could've killed his young" Her arms went to her waist, her sharp majin teeth clear in view as she smiled to the farmer and to the majin " so... friends?"
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Post by Sesame on Jun 26, 2018 13:28:33 GMT -6
Sesame stared at the man as he fired with the gun hitting the pink majin. She didn't seem to like that as she began to form a ki ball in her hands. He sighed as he grabbed the gun lifting it out of the man's hands. He didn't need to deal with this. Clearly, this man didn't know what a Majin was. She seemed ready to be hostile too and that was not good. She could blow this man and the kids up to bits. A shotgun would not help if they were dead. Not that it helped them in the first place. He didn't enjoy being belittled by the other new majin. She was grey skinned majin. She seemed to act as if he had half his brain melted in some accident. Not that he was going to say anything. If he talked without focus he could cause major damage to the kids and the man at least.
He picked up the shotgun observing it. If it had any shells left he'd take them outputting the shotgun to the floor. He crossed his arms after motioning for everyone to just separate. It didn't matter who did what-what mattered was that they don't need to cause more problems. Though it was pretty hard to express that by just doing hand signs and such. He sighed pulling out his paper and pen writing down as it said, "Lets all just separate and be calm. This clearly was an accident." It said as he keeps it up for them all to see.
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Post by Azarath on Jun 26, 2018 14:04:03 GMT -6
Her attention was surprisingly easy to grab as the newest person to intervene in this little incident only had to tap on her shoulder for Azarath to release the ki she had been building and tilt her head in question. It looked like another Majin had shown up only that this one was gray and seemed more like the adults she had met before with the whole 'being able to comprehend language' thing going on. It caught her attention enough to calm down at least even if she had still been shot at and would be miffed but the father was already standing down and seemed more inclined to take his children inside and leave the three non-humans alone. "Hehh- bad taste." she dropped the bullet that had hit her and seemed to swish something around in her mouth for spitting out bits of melted and chewed pellets. Not the best thing she had even eaten after being hit but quite possibly not the worse either. The other Majin was talking again and seemed to be doing that thing all the adults did with going on and on until she finally plopped her hands to her waist, "Friends!" that was at least something she got. The other weird non-human had been trying to help too, at least she thought it was help that was being offered and not an attempt to make the man shoot her but humans were testy like that sometimes so blame shouldn't be passed about. "Azarath!" came a proud declaration from the Majin as she thrust at finger at herself.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2018 14:36:02 GMT -6
"...Now's a good time! C'mon Ora!" The short blue majin in the clothes that only a mother could make look good rushed forward toward the group, with her similar in height son's hand in grasp. Flampe, the short blue motherly majin and Oratoro the short pink musical majin, her son had been wandering around the area for quite a while now- mostly due to them still being lost after they had attempted to find a different city for some rare food they had never gotten the chance to try. They had come upon this group around the time the demon tried to defuse the situation, Oratoro wanted to intervene sooner but flampe insisted that he didn't need to for a few reasons.
1. she didn't like him fighting.
2. The other pink guy seemed like he had things under control anyway!
"In other words there's absolutely no reason for you to get hurt!" Flampe had told her son while they watched the scene unfold. Eventually, the situation DID diffuse with the help of another majin AND the pink demon feller, now was a better time than any to actual approach and say hi whatever the case may be! Now maybe Flampe could make some adult friends and help her son learn to speak.
Flampe would skid her boots along the ground, stopping before Azarath and Sesame. Oratoro would stand idly by, with a tired look on his mug like he didn't want to be here. It wasn't like Oratoro didn't like making friends but...his mother was trying to teach him to speak again, sooner or later she'd have to let up right? It seemed now wouldn't be that time though. Flampe would bow before the two taller folk before smiling.
"Hello everyone! My name is flampe, this is my son, Oratoro he can't speak because he's a little illiterate, but don't worry! He can understand you just fine!"
Oratoro would roll his eyes, not that anyone would be able to see them then stick his fat tongue out at his mother before snatching his hand away and crossing his arms- not even paying attention to the people in front of him. "I saw you help this poor majin here out, she reminds me a lot of my son! Thank you mister!" She would reach up and try to snatch Sesame's hand into her own to give him a handshake, with her short stature he might have to bend down to accomplish it correctly. "Ah and you!" Flampe would refer to the grayscale majin walking over to her and then attempting to shake her hand as well.
"Well, I introduced myself why don't you tell me your names!?"
Flampe sort of...put her hands around the situation- really self inserting to try and get some friends out of the group. Oratoro in the meantime still pouted, facing away from the group- that was until he got a closer look at Azarath. He raised a brow before approaching her more closely, floating up to stand in mid-air to be on eye level with her, moving closer to poke one of her antenna. |
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Post by Majin Zin on Jun 28, 2018 11:52:06 GMT -6
The scene seemed to have cleared up due to her intervention. The humans had ran off somewhere else and there was no indication there would be any form of law enforcement being called. It was a win win in her opinion, knowing the humans in the area were suspicious of those who were not like them. Well the demon helped to , she looked over as he made some hand gestures which led her to look at him oddly. " uh.. I'm not sure what that means... ah okay !" She looked to the writing as she squinted toward it she noded in recognition. " well ya but that doesn't mean someone can't get hurt because of it... but good for you helping a defenseless majin like you did" she placed her hands together in a slow dramatic clap. She smiled sarcastically as she simply returned to looking around to find something appealing " farming country is not all that fun... what brings you humanoids on such a nice day?"
The majin then began to repeat words she had used earlier which lead her to smile in her direction. The majin seemed pretty sturdy but based on her lack of vocabulary could be seen as a threat. " oh we are friends now eh?... I am Majin Zin" She dug into her shirt to reveal a chocolate bar throwing it to her, " well hm... they say places like this are good for dancing and farming... I know what farming is but I'm not sure what a kind of dance it is? do you guys know anything about that? from what I understand it can be used to train almost like fighting but it is used to help ease muscles" Her eyes went wide with surprise as she noticed another group of majin join them, she shook the other majins hand as she approached and as she asked the question she simply stated "majin Zin... would you like to join us for a dance... or dance hunting?"
She saw some movement in a field nearyby , a group of children doing some sort of weird gestures with their hands and feet. " is that what it is?! that must be it! dancer hunters hoo!!" She simply floated a few feet from the ground as she headed toward the direction of the children, she gestured with her hand for the others to follow. " cmon guys the early bird get the wombat!!" she was pretty sure that's what the saying was
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Post by Sesame on Jun 28, 2018 12:32:09 GMT -6
Seemed everything had seemed to calm down somewhat. It didn't seem the like was in any more danger. The majin who been shot then proceeded to taste then spit out the bullet that had just been shot into her. He mentally facepalmed. He just bascailly realized how much this situation, in general, bugged him. He was also not all that of the grey majin. She seemed to have misunderstood. He was not there to help the Majin. Sure, she got hit in the face. Yes, she seemed to be..to put it lightly, young but she could cause great harm. A normal human with a weapon was not going to touch any of them. That was a fact. With them being majins too that also helped since it prob absorbed shock. He assumed that at least. He wrote on the paper flashing to Zin. "I was helping the Human. Regardless of whose fault, it is this all started no need for anyone to get seriously hurt or worse."
Sesame held the paper for a few seconds before putting it down. Then he spotted another Majin arrived with her son. He really didn't want to get into how Majins could breed. Maybe they ripped a piece of them off. Yet, that seemed sorta odd to him. In the sense how it would develop a new mind. She introduced herself as Flape and her son who was Oratoro. She quickly walked over grasping Sesame hand. He returned to the handshake nodding. He was glad someone saw what he was trying to do. He'd keep an eye on the boy but his focus was pulled back to Oranto. She had asked him his name. He drew out the pen and pad and quickly wrote down his name. "My name is Sesame, it is a pleasure to meet you."
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Post by Azarath on Jun 28, 2018 15:36:50 GMT -6
Even more Majin had shown up now! It was the biggest collection she had ever seen in one place and she was a bit amazed that there were this many on Earth even! They were a bit weird of course what with the gray one wanting to talk about dancing but she had given Azarath a piece of chocolate so she was more than happy to follow along as one of the new weirdo Majin poked at her antennae. So much going on at once but it seemed that the tense atmosphere had morphed into one a bit happier and more lax.
"What?" she asked to the Majin poking at her while floating off of the ground, not that she was overly concerned or cared too much but it was a bit annoying to be poked at. Had he wanted to know how she had shaped them so finely or was the child just a bit too curious? The pair that had arrived last definitely seemed weirder than the other two but then they were all a collection of weirdos right now. If the little Majin didn't respond she would just hurry up after Zin, floating off the air gently to race towards the children and find out what this 'dance hunter' thing was.
@oratoro
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Post by Deleted on Jul 1, 2018 18:56:15 GMT -6
"Oratoro!" Flampe would call to her son which would catch his attention, allowing Azarath to run off toward the scene in question without the short pink majin interrupting her. Flampe would snatch her son by his foot down back to the ground and scold him with an extended finger. It was unusual to see so much discipline from Flampe, at least from Oratoro's perspective this was almost out of character! Acting like a real parent and not just using him as an expressway to the grocery store or what have you, who was this woman hanging out with nowadays?
She would wag her finger at the curious pink boy. "You know it's rude to stare! Where did you pick up such rude manners?" It was suffice to say that Oratoro had not been used to such criticism from Flampe- It almost literally hurt his eardrums having to be lectured by her. He would hang his head back,fed up with the scolding already, walking toward the rest of the group that seemed to have a fixation on some dancing kids? Ora wasn't exactly sure what this entailed but even Flampe was curious to see what was going on.
Shortly after her son Flampe would come upon the scene in a hurry, unable to fly she was quite a ways behind Oratoro but eventually caught up with the rest of the group. Flampe would move herself closest to Majin Zin while Oratoro was still heavily curious about the one called Azarath. The small majin kept a fair distance between himself and Azarath but something about her just seemed so distracting! He wasn't sure what it was but he'd be sure to poke her for information eventually- for the moment he was curious as to what it was Zin had directed their attention towards. "Hm? What is this all about...Zin you said your name was?" Flampe looked toward the greyscale majin a finger to her own lip as she awaited an answer.
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Post by Majin Zin on Jul 3, 2018 12:34:29 GMT -6
As she got closer she heard a strange noise coming from a rectanglular box, it had a round black opening on each side and seemed to be letting out sounds in pain. The children based on their movements seemed to be moving along the rectangular boxes tempo, almost as i'f the box captured them into some kind of trance. As she got closer she was captivated by their movements their strutts and crotch thrusting looking like some form of physical poetry to her. earthlings do this in order to strengthen themselves and relax their bodies, is there a a way to gain this skill, would I have to absorb them. As she got closer and was lost in her thoughts the children seemed to freeze up in place with her sudden appearance. She looked over them , three in total a boy with some kind of skin mark on his cheek and two girl with their hair braided down to their shoulders. She stopped staring as they stopped dancing she moved her arm in a circular motion telling them to proceed. She smiled at them flashing her sharp majin teeth, "don't be afraid little humans I just want to know what your doing... show me your secrets.."
One of the other majin asked her a question and so she turned to it "dancing is an form of movements much like fighting it is an expression of sorts, I want to learn more of this form" The children still looked afraid and so majin zin simply said " okay how about this i'f a show you magic will you show me how to dance?" One of the girls and the boy eyes lit up with excitement as one of the girls had her arms on her waist not so convinced of this stranger. "okay so..." her tendril whipped side to side as it lit with pink energy she shot it forward changing a small bush of grass into cotton candy "dancing teaches me this form of ... expression" The children clapped as they were excited, she simply laughed as she would finally find out what this earthling dance was all about. Her majin began to beat a little faster than normal as she got excited this would definitely be quite the experience. She looked over to the other majins expecting them to come along and also the strange humanoid, he was a bit odd and didn't seem to speak but that didn't mean he couldn't learn!
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Post by Sesame on Jul 3, 2018 13:02:42 GMT -6
Sesame saw that everything had calmed down. He was going to let the Majin socialize. He was not really digging what was going on. He had done his job. Slowly he stepped away waving at them to let them know h was going and walked off. He had other people to help.
Super short exit
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Post by Azarath on Jul 4, 2018 14:44:22 GMT -6
The littlest Majin was pulled from her rather quickly by his apparent mother as all three of them went to go and investigate the box that the palest of the Majin had found. Surrounded by dancing children who seemed to twirl and thrust in almost random patterns with no real way of telling which way they would go next. It was a bit tiring to watch but the other Majin seemed to find some enjoyment out of it and Azarath wasn't one to bother with the little details. Even if the strange box that seemed to groan and shake as if in agony was a teensy bit confusing.
Then of course she saw one of the most wonderful sights that she had ever laid eyes on as the strange Majin seemed to flick her tendril and turn a bush of grass into a bush of cotton candy. Her mouth nearly hung open slack in pure amazement at the feat for a few moments before she looked to the Majin and back at the once-bush. Dancing could teach you how to do something as amazing as that? "Woooah...!" it was something absolutely beyond stunning and Azarath had to take a few minutes to process what she had just seen before sliding over to Zin and intently studying the children.
They were dancing in that weird way all children seemed to and Azarath had never bothered paying all that much attention to. Just jiggling and random movements of every flavor which she was having a hard time understanding how to translate into making candy bushes.
@oratoro
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