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Post by Ramen on Oct 9, 2018 12:12:34 GMT -6
THE EYE OF THE STORM| Ramen's PL: 75,000 |
Namek.Things had gone from bad to worse ever since the Saiyans had arrived on this planet. At first, it seemed the mission here would be as simple as earning the trust of a few Namekian clansmen. Trading stories and exchanging favours, a diplomatic mission first and a military one second. But that had changed the moment the Stargoons arrived and began to put their own spin on things. The hunt for the Dragon Balls began as a bloody affair, and it seemed that might only get worse with time. Xanathrozza and Nashua had lost their tail, a terrible shame amongst Saiyans and something that now stripped them of their most powerful transformation. The campaign had even witnessed an untimely death that had worked to undermine whatever morale existed in the Saiyan base from the start. The Stargoons were owed violent retribution for what they had done, but another miserable turn prevented that from ever happening. An Arcosian by the name of Lord Boreal, seemingly with his mind set on a wish for power. Chamil they could handle. Mumbo, no problem. But Boreal commanded a monstrous power that would require an entire strike force to bring down, and that force might well have to include the Stargoons themselves. The battles of the previous half-year had done well to allow Ramen to suppress her conscience in the heat of combat, but it never really went away fully. And the few times she had let herself slip terrified her. Today, she stood overlooking the Grand Elder Village, watching in silence as Dragon Clansmen carried out their daily chores. Some meditated, some tended to small gardens arranged in neat rows, while a few more treated the sick and wounded. They were peaceful, and yet had war brought to their doorstep by two warring factions. And as much as Ramen had claimed the Saiyans were in the right as she went from village to village, it was hard to believe that now. She glanced down to her own, powder-blue gi - a symbol of the monastery she had trained at. There, she had been steered away from her original quest for revenge. But now she stood shoulder-to-shoulder with men like Cress and Kalabas. She respected the former, but even so, she had seen his violent side firsthand. And he, just like Boreal, wanted to wish himself newfound strength? Boreal, the Stargoons, Cress, maybe even Vocado -- they all wanted unnatural, ill-gotten strength. And what would happen if any of them got it..? Namek spelled doom for Earth.
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Post by Chamil on Oct 9, 2018 12:25:52 GMT -6
THE EYE OF THE STORM
CHAMIL'S PL: 64,000
Chamil's claw had scratched away another tally upon her caved home's walls- one more day alive was always appreciated. She was her own Goon now- no Mumbo, no Maple, no Fleet, and no Saiyans around to tell her what to do... but, now that she knew what having a team was like, people to catch her when she fell and follow her lead regardless of what came her way... Well, the adjustment back to fighting for her life on the lonesome front felt wrong. Chamil ran a hand across her face as she traversed atop the jagged bluffs surrounding the Grand Elder's village. She was an idiot- a power-hungry idiot that couldn't even come in time to protect her now lost friend from Boreal's clutches. Mumbo pushed himself too far-- her Mumbo at least, not this odd pink and scrawny one- and now he was gone. There was nobody to answer her her texts or hear her rants, nobody to preform any cool team attacks with.
Chamil's jagged jaws and twitching lips turned to the skies, a shrill demonic screech echoing from her jaws miles around. But her usual battle cry of anger sounded more like a lost whale cry rather than a threatening demon's call of oncoming doom, her golden aura flaring again for a moment out of sheer frustration. The demon fell into a sitting position, grumbling and placing a hand to her head. Power was the last thing on her mind now. She had to gather the Dragon Balls and reunite with her partner- her one friend in this cruel world that didn't deserve any goodness. Black and golden ki still flew in whips from her form, trailing into the skies. Maybe she really was better off alone with this stupid hopelessness.
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Post by Ramen on Oct 9, 2018 12:46:20 GMT -6
THE EYE OF THE STORM| Ramen's PL: 75,000 |
The demon’s cry caught Ramen’s attention, and her gaze snapped from the Dragon Clansmen to a series of bluffs not far from where she stood. The voice was eerily familiar, and yet it took her some time to work out who it was. She started over towards where no doubt, the Yellow Stargoon lurked, letting out a soft breath as she concentrated her energy inward. She needed to mask her presence here: if Chamil was in some sort of pain, there was no telling what happened. Boreal could be nearby, or something far worse.
When she came to the edge of the cliff just about Chamil, she lingered there for a few seconds to observe. The Stargoon didn’t look to be in physical pain, nor was there any sign of a fight. But she didn’t look well in the slightest. She bit down hard on her lip, lowering herself to a knee to evade detection. She wasn’t the right person to console the Stargoon if something had happened, and by all rights this was and would forever remain one of her most dangerous enemies…
… but still, she couldn’t help it if she liked her a little bit. She dropped down from the cliff, landing softly a few metres away from the demon. After clearing her throat to announce her presence, had she gone without detection this long, she offered an awkward wave of her hand.
“Uh, hey. Is -- there something I can help with…?”
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Post by Chamil on Oct 9, 2018 21:35:03 GMT -6
CHAMIL'S PL: 64,000
Chamil's form reflexively jolted with a flinch, whipping around with a shriek of surprise and a ball of ki in her palm, arm shaking as her eyes narrowed onto... Ramen? A shaky breath let the ball of energy fade, Chamil's arm drooping back to her side. "I could have sworn you were the Arcosian." Chamil spat, turning back around and folding her arms against her knees, pressed to her chest. In some weird way, despite her internal groaning at the sight of the human's face, Chamil felt a little relieved that someone was here. It was because she wouldn't die right away if Boreal found her now, she explained to herself.
"Whatever. Unless you somehow know magic-stuff, then you're a lost cause to help with this damn mess." Despite her gaze being trailed away from the human, her briefly shaking form was a clear indication to the expression the once feared demon goat wore. "...So what do you want? Come for the Dragon Balls? To end my life and stop this threat before it begins?" She rang with a sigh. "I won't let you, you know. Not like this." Her gaze turned skyward. "...Power is the least of my concerns. I need these damn things or it'll be the death of me." She spat the words out like poison, finally standing up to face the human. Despite her baggy eyes, tired gaze, and the looming doom, Chamil remained determined as before in spite of her mind spitting pessimism. Her search for the Dragon Balls was more important than it ever had been before. "...That is, if I don't already die trying."
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Post by Ramen on Oct 9, 2018 22:42:13 GMT -6
THE EYE OF THE STORM| Ramen's PL; 75,000 |
"What could have given me away?" Ramen glanced down at herself, flatting her tunic as if inspecting herself. There was no tail, no strange polished skin, no bulbous gems poking out of her... she looked up with a shrug. "Dun'no, personally I think I'm a lot better looking. I definitely have more sense, given he prances around pretty much naked. But that's a topic for another time."
It was clear to Ramen that her presence was more or less unwanted, but she still couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong with the demon. Even though she turned her head, her body language and visible fatigue was impossible to hide. She remained in silence as Chamil leveled her accusations, but the corners of her lips twitched just enough to be noticeable. Even though she couldn't really blame her for thinking that sort of thing, she thought she had made it more than clear enough from her concern alone that she wasn't here to pick a fight.
At first, she said nothing, her expression bordering between distaste and concern. But after a long sigh, she softened considerably. "... You seem like you've been through a lot, and I don't know what. We're enemies, so I probably shouldn't care, and I'm sure you're going to try to kill me one of these days soon. But as long as Boreal is lurking around trying to wish enough power to put us both in chains, then... y'know, you can cool it with the kill-or-be-killed stuff."
"I don't know magic, but if you need the Dragon Balls to save your life or something, then --" she lifted a shoulder in a casual, one-armed shrug. Vocado probably wouldn't be happy about the offer she was about to make, but she didn't get this far by caring about little things like the chain-of-command. "Personally speaking. I would be willing to sit by and let you make that wish without interference. We're going to need to figure out how to divide them anyways, so if nobody is wishing for anything to help them kill the other, then... besides, I kind of like you. I'd like to imagine we can be friends while also trying to brutally maim eachother."
She gave a little flourish of her hand, before repeating her earlier sentiment. "So. How can I help you, Chamil?"
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Post by Chamil on Oct 11, 2018 17:30:02 GMT -6
CHAMIL'S PL: 64,000
"It's kind of hard to when I have no idea how soon I'll be murdered in a single blow." Kill or be killed was how Chamil had to survive now- the demon felt she didn't have a choice in the matter any more. "But yes, I'm convinced I'll go completely mad soon if..." She trailed off, groaning and running another hand down her face. However, the distrustful and vile gaze in the demon's eyes would fade as Ramen popped an offer... She'd sit by and let Chamil make her wish? "...You're an idiot, you know that?" Chamil forced a meek laugh before turning and shaking her head slowly. "You would let me-- me- make a wish? I'd be lying if I said I didn't expect you to stab me in the back should I let my guard down." Maybe it was her newfound caution due to this whole Boreal thing and being the last Stargoon, but Chamil was still tentative to let her guard down around Ramen. She'd have to push a little more to earn the demon's trust, even as an frenemy.
"But you wanna know whats wrong? You want to know why it's damn impossible to help? Fine." Chamil sat back down against a nearby boulder, sucking in a slow breath. "Long story short..." She raised a finger. "Mumbo wound up fighting Boreal and wound up pushing himself WAY too damn hard and then the Arcosian fucker just RAN LIKE A COWARD so Mumbo came back to me and he--" She took a slow breath in, composing herself and speaking slower now. "--He was... weird. Something was wrong. When I first met up again with him, he was missing his accent? It sounded so wrong without it, I tell you! But then..." She put a hand over her quivering mouth. "then..."
A few moments passed as Chamil closed her eyes, managing to keep her tone from shaking. "He literally deflated on me- like a damn balloon. Now he's gone, Ramen... Welll... Sort of." She raised her arms in confusion. "But now he's this tiny beanpole pink Majin that was sorta his original-self-alter-ego that he was before Maple magic'd him or something??? I'm still wrapping my head around it, but I don't like it." Chamil wrapped her arms around her torso. "So, yeah. I'm the last Stargoon here. Nobody to help me when Boreal comes bursting down my door and all for the Dragon Balls."
Chamil closed her eyes, letting her words soak in. She lowered her head and remained silent, mouth still curled with grit teeth. It was disgusting- letting her guard down around a goodie like Ramen. But, somehow it felt good to say everything aloud.
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Post by Ramen on Oct 11, 2018 17:52:37 GMT -6
THE EYE OF THE STORM| Ramen's PL: 75,000 |
"You don't have to worry about me stabbing you in the back. If I beat you, I want it to be face to face. It's not honour, I don't think -- and it's got nothing to do with me being 'good' or something like that, either. I just want to earn my victories. If I'm so weak that I need to take a cheap shot to beat you, then I don't deserve to be standing across from you to begin with." Ramen just shook her head. The demon might not understand her yet, but it was a mutual problem. When she sat down, Ramen immediately followed. She kept her distance, still a couple metres away, but she wrapped her arms around her knees into a comfortable position. She nodded quietly with each beat of the story.
"If I can find a way to come to you when Boreal strikes, I will. My priority right now is dealing with him before he turns half the galaxy into his personal assembly line." She frowned as she observed the goat. Although she had managed to keep her voice steady, it was rather clear she was biting back tears: between the hand over her mouth and the long pauses. It was odd seeing her this shaken. Ramen was used to her angry, used to her joking around, and used to the usual mix-of-both, but not this. It was almost more chilling to know that beneath all of the unforgivable acts laid someone so normal.
"I'm not going to pretend like Mumbo and I are friends," she began, her tone remaining quiet and cautious. "But if you need to use the wish to bring him back. To... jog whatever magic Maple used on him, then you have my support in that, like I said. One of these days, you're probably going to try to kill me. Or maybe Mumbo is. Or maybe both of you. But that's a fight I would like to at least have the chance to have," she leaned her head to the side, waving her hand indistinctly. "... He deserves at least the chance to be himself. I'll spare you trying to sympathize too much, since... I mean, I know it won't help. But I promise that this will turn out right in the end, as long as we play our cards right."
"... It's not really even that dumb, if you think about it. What Boreal wants, almost certainly, is raw power. I don't know how much power those balls can grant him, but the smart money is -- too much. That kind of unnatural power is just plain dumb. If he can't man up and earn it himself, then I have no problem with restoring the Black Stargoon so we can put him in the ground for good." She hesitated a brief moment, before clarifying. "The agreement stands regardless, though. If you and I catch Boreal before then, I'll still fight for your right to have that wish."
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Post by Nashua on Oct 11, 2018 21:31:03 GMT -6
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One of Nashua's duties as Ramen's lieutenant was to keep Ramen safe at all cost. At least, she assumed that was one of her duties. Ramen had never actually detailed what the position required her to do, but Nashua just kind of assumed she was acting as the human's bodyguard, which she was totally okay with. If there was any human's body worth guarding, it was Ramen's! So it was a little worrying when the Earthling disappeared off in the Grand Elder Village. Not that Nashua doubted her capabilities in combat, of course, but it was just a little bit worrying with all the bad guys that were around now. If Boreal had cornered her on her own, then the human would be finished in nearly an instant.
Luckily, scouters were great at picking things up from a distance, and by then, Nashua had committed Ramen's power level to memory: 75,000. It went up every now and then, but it'd been floating just above Nashua's own for quite a while. A quick scan across the village made for an easy spot of hers, way above any of the Namekian villagers that were also around. But there was also something else she picked up: 64,000. That wasn't Vocado's, was it? ...No, he was still a bit below that, she thought. There wasn't any sign from the distance she was away that any kind of fighting was going on, and yet Nashua couldn't help but worry something was wrong with this picture. At a hurried pace, she flew over the village to its outskirts on the rocky bluffs. And boy, there was definitely something wrong with what she saw when Ramen and the other energy signature came into view of Nashua: It was Chamil!
"RAMEN! WATCH OUT! THAT'S A BAD GUY!" she exclaimed as she whipped her spear out from her belt clip and crashed down onto the ground between her and the goat. She aimed to push Ramen away from the demonic beast, and was ready to block the goat if she tried anything. "This is the one with all those Dragon Balls!" she explained to the human, who must not have realized who Chamil was at first. Chances were, Chamil still had those Balls on her, even if Nashua didn't have the radar to scan her for them at the moment. But if she defeated Chamil and took the Balls by force? Well, just maybe that'd be enough for her to have counted herself as redeemed. "Back me up here, Ramen! I don't have a tail anymore, cause of this creep, but there's no way she can take both of us at once, either way!" She shouted, speaking as if the goat couldn't hear her.
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Post by Chamil on Oct 11, 2018 21:52:38 GMT -6
CHAMIL'S PL: 64,000
"Finally, someone with some decency..." Chamil muttered as Ramen explained her own sense honor- it was like her Stargoon code, but Ramen code instead. The human could have been lying, but the demon decided to give in this once. "If you can, sure." As for Boreal... "But it's my duty to take that lizard down. It needs to be me to avenge Mumbo- otherwise, what kind of Stargoon would I be to sit back and let others do all the work for me- when this is this personal?" She sighed, lowering her head once more. "Case in point, don't expect me to fully give you the reigns when we inevitably cross blades with him."
...But what the human offered next left Chamil wide open.
"...W-what?" She found herself muttering. A wish, essentially free of charge?
"You would really...?"
"Heheheh--" Chamil found herself laughing- genuinely this time. Her laugh was a stark contrast from her usual scheming chuckles or maniacal cackling. "In a twist of fate, I guess I'm the idiot for wanting to take up this offer." She sighed again, a faint smile visible on her face. Behind the demon's vile skin was someone not that different from anyone else, in the end. Her soul was corrupt with evil, but was the demon truly beyond help?
"Well, you win- You got me. Let's do this." She admitted defeat, still grinning like an idiot before wiping away another single tear. "...I'll only say this once, so listen good. But, uh..." Chamil sucked in a slow breath, ready to speak the unholy words that had never left her mouth for a decade or so. She coughed a few times and opened her mouth to remain speechless, but after a few moments the demon managed to croak it out. "...Thank yo--"
"-UAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHhHk--!!" Chamil's screaming bleat echoed as Nashua lunged out of nowhere. Her fur stood on end with eyes wide. She fell onto her back after leaping in the air out of shock, the four Dragon Balls the demon held rolling out of the backpack on her body. Panic briefly coursed through her body before she stood up, protectively leaning over the orbs. The exposed weakness the demon showed moments before were gone, her eyes narrowed and jaws curled into a snarl. Still, she remained silent. Now was the time for the human to prove if her words, her promise, truly had some weight.
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Post by Ramen on Oct 11, 2018 22:38:13 GMT -6
THE EYE OF THE STORM| Ramen's PL: 75,000 |
Ramen felt a wave of relief wash over her as Chamil began to laugh, a strangely real laugh compared to the mean-spirited cackles she had borne witness to over the previous months. As much as she knew she should hate the the demon for her many crimes, this small peace, however temporary it might be felt... almost good. A sign that maybe even bitter enemies can see some reason and come together when times really called for it. She didn't allow herself to smile, her expression frozen as she was almost too afraid to react, like the faintest of twitches could change the demon's mind. But as it turned out, it wasn't up to her. The shout that came from above startled the woman and she snapped to her feet, staring up with widened eyes. Nashua had arrived to the scene, spear-in-hand... and this time, she was the one that wanted to take the fight to the enemy. That was the second time in one week. "No, stop--!" she tried to call, before the Saiyan slammed down before her. It was no use calling to someone already charging in with a head of steam and momentum to boot, and Chamil looked ready to throw down too now. She couldn't let this turn into a disaster. With a burst of speed, Ramen darted from out behind Nashua. Her movements were punctuated with a sudden expulsion of ki, leading to a sharp wind gusting out from her on all sides. The image of her standing still behind Nashua hadn't even faded by the time she appeared between her and the demon, hands held out in both directions, aiming to bring both of them to a stop before either could make the first move. The colour was drained from her face and a sense of panic had started to set in, but she aimed to take decisive action. Diplomacy, just like Nashua would have. It was almost ironic. "Don't lay a finger on her!" she gave Nashua a look bordering between sternness and plain desperation. She let out a ragged breath, already trying to recover from the movement she had just pulled off. In a fight, it would have been simple enough to perform, but from a completely unprepared state... it was taxing. She could feel the muscles in her legs shaking. When she spoke again, it was with a more even tone. "I know what Chamil has done, and I know you two fought. But she isn't our enemy right now. I can fill you in back at base, but -- we're not competing for the Dragon Balls. We're going to make this work," she lidded her eyes and gave a sudden, fierce nod. "Right now, our only objective is to defeat Boreal." "We can fight later, when we've made sure we're all going to survive Namek long enough to fight."
Ramen expends [SU1] Afterimage in her rapid movement to get between Chamil and Nashua.
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Post by Nashua on Oct 12, 2018 16:55:52 GMT -6
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The goat let out an ungodly screech as Nashua slammed down in front of her, before scrambling to protect her Dragon Balls. Good, she had them on her. Now all they had to do was defeat her and snatch them all up! Just as Nashua was about to launch into attack mode, presumably with Ramen right there to back her up, the aforementioned human appeared in front of her in a sudden burst of speed! "Wha-" Nashua exclaimed, skidding the momentum she'd just begun to a halt and pulling her weapon back. What in the name of the Kais was Ramen doing? Nashua's brows furrowed as the human ordered her not to touch the demon, and the Saiyan couldn't help but feel betrayed. What was Ramen doing? Chamil was the most evil person on the planet, besides Boreal, and Ramen was defending her?
The human stated that she knew what Chamil had done, but was that really even true? "Not our enemy?" She echoed Ramen's words, an aghast expression across her face. "R-Ramen, she and Boreal are our enemies right now! You haven't-" she stopped to catch her breath for a second. Maybe she was overreacting a little, but Ramen was one of the constants she'd been clinging to ever since her downward spiral began, and this damn demon had been the catalyst for it all. And now Ramen was defending her? "You don't know how bad the things she's done actually are, Ramen! She destroyed an entire city on Earth, apparently! She murdered Xana's best friend in cold blood! She, she, she tried to kill me and burned my tail off!" Nashua had been crying a lot more than usual lately, but this time it felt justified as her eyes started watering.
How could Ramen even think to do this? She'd seen how badly wounded Nashua had been after their fight, and how deeply Xana had been hurt at the loss of her friend. "I don't know if you got the memo, but right now, we can't let anyone get the Balls besides us. Who knows what she'd even wish for! If she got the wish for power, she could destroy the entire galaxy!" She glared at Ramen, the hurt in her eyes clear as day. "Don't you care more about Earth's safety than all the other planets? She's not just going to stop being evil because she said so! Ramen, this is exactly what Boreal tricked me with! Don't make the same mistake I did!"
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Post by Chamil on Oct 12, 2018 17:32:40 GMT -6
CHAMIL'S PL: 64,000
The demon's defensive stance lightened, but didn't completely drop at the sight of Ramen swiftly moving on the defense. The manuver clearly had worn her down, causing the goat to narrow her eyes. If a little power shift like that was all it took to knock Ramen out of breath, then she'd certainly need more practice. Chamil mentally listed through some of her yoga tapes back at her makeshift home- one of them had to help the human somehow... But when she came back to attention, the caprine narrowed her eyes once more. "Rude. I'm right here." She snapped in a monotone voice in response to Nashua's claims. "Correction: I didn't destroy the city- I just took it over. Deaths were surprisingly minimal, too." She raised her finger.
"I'm not about to pretend I'm a saint like Boreal, but I gave Xana and her partner a chance to run. And I tried to be flexible with them and make a deal so they could both leave with their lives. But guess who spat in my face, swatted my several attempts at sorting things out down, and got pissy when I followed through with my words. Did Xana leave that part out of the story?" Chamil snarled, audible sass returning to her voice despite a subtle shake in her words. "My attacks' intents, despite their power, were never meant to kill you. If they were, well... You wouldn't be here right now, would you?" If she so desired, the corrosive energy from the Star Anise Cardabomb could had easily finished off Nashua before she got the chance to heal back up. A simple tail loss was merciful compared to what could have been the saiyan's final breaths. "I've made it very clear to your friend that my desire is NOT power- not anymore, at least."
Chamil closed her eyes and grit her teeth, sending Ramen a silent glare. If the human told Nashua about the demon's little... episode... there was no way the saiyan would let her live it down. "When we conversed before we fought, I was still foolish enough to believe the lies Boreal spat." Chamil clenched a fist and closed her eyes while speaking to Nashua, head lowering again with submissive defeat. She could admit when she was wrong, even though her body still shook and eyes once again became a little watery. "It's clear to me know who he really is, and what he wants. Normally, I'd be fine with him doing his thing. But now, my matters with him are very, verrrry personal. Perhaps if I knew, things could have gone differently. But let us not dawdle on the past." She raised her head, eyes flickering with a fire not seen before.
"I told Ramen, I'll tell you. My wish to the Dragon is to bring back Mumbo- my partner."
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Post by Ramen on Oct 12, 2018 17:51:52 GMT -6
THE EYE OF THE STORM| Ramen's PL: 75,000 |
Ramen's power returned soon after it had left her, her breathing returning to normal. She seemed firm in her stance between the two enemies, but winced as Nashua began to speak. She knew there was truth to what the Saiyan was saying: she was an enemy, and her actions couldn't be forgiven so easily. She had known that before she even attempted to make nice with her. But it hadn't dawned on her that a temporary alliance like that would sting, and her stance visibly wavered as Nashua's eyes welled with tears. She bit down on her lip, unable to keep eye-contact with her friend.
It was an odd sort of shame that washed over her. Her stomach sank and she squeezed her fists tight, gulping to hold herself together in turn. The alliance with Chamil, however temporary, was a necessary evil to deal with Boreal... but that didn't really cushion the blow of disappointing someone close to her. "I know what she's done, Nashua... and I know this isn't going to easy, and it might not feel right, but -- please, try to trust me on this," she finally looked up, with some feeble hope she might be able to convince the woman yet. "We're going to fight Chamil one day. I'm not stupid enough to think otherwise, and I'm not dishonest enough to pretend like I think this is going to last forever. But right now, we need to try to just... put all of our problems on hold."
She let out a sharp breath. "We're going to wish her Majin friend back with the Dragon Balls. We're also going to wish those killed in Satan City back, and we're going to wish the dead from Vegeta back. Three wishes, one for each of the groups involved here..." she winced in anticipation of some anger directed her way, from either of the two. Chamil might not like the Satan City revival, Nashua certainly wouldn't want to help Mumbo. "If you want revenge for Xanathrozza, if you want revenge for you tail, then... that's one thing. But what use is it to take that revenge now, if it means we're all going to die at the hands of Lord Boreal?"
"We don't have to bury the hatchet. But if we save the hatchet for later, there might at least be something left for us to fight over --" she closed her eyes, her argument drawing to a close. Her voice was gaining in confidence as she went along, built on that same, nearly-hollow hope. "Boreal makes the rest of us look like children. We need to stop him first."
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Post by Nashua on Oct 12, 2018 19:33:08 GMT -6
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"I could have killed you too, you know," Nashua retorted as the goat decided to act all high and mighty about sparing her. Not that she didn't secretly appreciate the goat's mercy, but... If she had died to Chamil, then she'd have died an honorable warrior's death, and not been given the opportunity to mess everything up. So, maybe her mercy was a bad thing, after all. Nashua shook her head as Chamil declared her wish was simply to bring back this 'Mumbo', her supposed partner. The Saiyan could only assume that that was the big Majin guy she'd arrived on Namek with. So, something bad had happened to him? Nashua didn't much believe in karma, good or bad, but figured that if it did exist, then that was perhaps it in its rawest form.
Nashua calmed down a little as Ramen started to detail the plan she'd figured out more. Revive Mumbo, revive Vegeta, revive Satan City. Lot of reviving to do. "I don't care about personal revenge," Nashua stated, though it may have been slightly a lie. "I don't trust her to actually help us out here! If we went along with it, and then she stabbed one of us in the back, I couldn't forgive myself for it. And without my tail, I can't be sure I can even keep her in check. And even with all your power, you can't be sure of that, either, she's..." Nashua glanced over at the Goon, her eyes narrowing at remembrance of how much power the demon could pack. "...A lot stronger than you'd think."
Boreal was strong, yes, but one thing he wasn't, or at least, one thing he didn't seem to be, was a loose cannon. Chamil had spoken very fondly about how much she'd have liked to exercise her great power, and while that power wouldn't be quite as plentiful if she wasn't granted it by the Dragon Balls, the blackened farm animal could still wreak havoc if she wanted to. And with a powerful ally like that Majin by her side? It was going to be a task and a half to stop her. But, Nashua wasn't going to just dodge any reasoning out of her stupid pride alone. Much as she hated to admit it, Ramen had a point. Mostly, at least.
With a skeptical look over to Chamil, Nashua wiped at her eyes with her arm and inhaled through her nose. "...So, you might as well use that strength to help us fight for the wishes. But if you even look like you're going to hurt any member of the Kingdom, then don't count on getting that wish when the dust settles." She looked over at Chamil sternly, still with clear malice in her tone of voice. "And, don't get in our way when we take back Vegeta. I'm sure you'll go do some other evil things and get yourselves killed anyway, but stay off our planet."
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Post by Chamil on Oct 15, 2018 21:43:30 GMT -6
CHAMIL'S PL: 64,000
Chamil rolled her eyes with a weak smile that faded quickly. Stronger than they thought? "I wish." She sighed again, averting her gaze with a frown. "I detest Boreal more than I hate your people. I have nothing to gain out of fighting against both sides currently." She admitted, bringing her knees back close to her body. Chamil waved a hand, a brief burst of her psychic energy flaring from her palm. "If it's any semblance of consolation, I could form a pact between us. But that means you'd need to keep your end as I keep mine, lest you face the consequences." She snarled back to the saiyan, eyes narrowed. "And the same applies for you either way! How can I be sure you won't turn your back on YOUR end the moment Boreal drops dead?! You'd be no better than him!" She stood up, taking a step forward with another shaky breath and snarl. Ki crackled around the demon's body, eyes wide with a trace of fear. "I'm disgracing EVERYTHING just by not striking you damn goodies down right here and now. But if it's what I need to do, then so be it."
"Also..." Her gaze panned to Ramen. "If those you revive from Badman are out for pointless revenge and in get in my way, don't come crying to me if I have to kill them again." The demon's gaze turned back to Nashua, her form still protectively leaning over her last solace in the form of the Dragon Balls. "I have no trifle with Vegeta, moron. Earth is my only concern. I won't get in your path, but get in mine and I WON'T be as generous!" She snapped her jaws again, glaring daggers at the other two. Why did Nashua have to make things this complicated...? The demon closed her eyes- this whole debacle wasn't going to go her way, was it? It'd come back to bite her- that was just how things worked for those with darkened hearts.
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