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Post by Lord Chill on Oct 25, 2018 0:48:34 GMT -6
PL: 20,000 One of the things Chill had decided to do while on Namek in addition to his priority work, was to scope the place out. As an Arcosian, Chill had acute natural sense for what was of value and what was not that every good landlord possessed. There were many places and landmarks he visited, of all that he did though there were none quite like the Castle Namek. Towering, enduring stone walls stood surrounding a castle of impressive size, and close enough to the capital that you can see from end to end if you're in the castle's tallest tower. Steeped in history too, from what little knowledge he'd garnered from local exchanges. Apparently, a great and powerful villain - or a strong leader, depending on the storyteller - of the Mazoku clan of Namekians built the castle as a testament to his terrible might. This is exactly the kind of thing you want on a planet if you plan to sell it.Standing in a small crowd around it, mostly people coming up from the Moori Capital, Chill looked up at the towers from the base. As the clouds in the sky drifted past, a thought popped into his mind. 'You know... this might be the perfect place for a public execution, or some other spectacle of war. I'll keep that in mind, I guess.' To anyone else, that might seem morbid or crazy. He shrugged it off, and turned into the crowd when he spied something in among a cluster of people. Over in the middle of a group, there was a little commotion. He couldn't really tell what was going on, but for a moment he glimpsed something familiar bob up from the center of the gathering crowd. Two goat-like horns and a fur-covered head. Was this that same demon he'd met that had invited him to rejoin his people in the fleet in the first place? He couldn't imagine there were that many more goat people in the world. Waving a hand in the air he called out. "Hail! Chamil, is that you?"Horns |
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Post by Horns on Oct 26, 2018 20:34:13 GMT -6
HORNS UNITEHORNS' PL: 10,000
ITEMS: Armor | Hetap | Repair Pill | Blood Ruby | Devil Lamp
"NYEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! Catch me if you can, MORONS!" Horns cackled maniacally and arguably adorably as well, meandering through a crowd of pursuing Namekians. Behind her was slung a folded tarp full of her steals- a bunch of neat statues of some weird muscular dragon with antennae. She thought they were neat, and the townsfolk seemed to like them, so it only made sense to take them. Her small size made it easy to escape, winding beneath the tall slugfolk or sometimes using her powerful hind legs and hooves to vault over occasional large groups. Her cackling began to quiet as she found herself in a calmer group, far away from the guard Namekians that saw her schemery. Hands on her hips, the demon began to strut her way to the victory line...
But her expression sunk like a rock at the call of her mother's name. The crowd around parted as Horns slowly turned around, eyes sinking at the sight in front of her. For a moment, she didn't see Chill- she saw the killer of her mama in his place. Ki barreling forwards, heart racing and slowing, then stopping. A gasp escaped her jaws as she snapped back to reality, shaking like a leaf. The tiny goat and Arcosian were in plain sight of each other- and it was very clear that the terrified caprine in front of Chill wasn't the menacing demon he once met. "B-B-BAAAAAAAAAAAAUUGH!!!" Horns yelled in a mix of a shrill scream and bleat, darting off at ludicrous speeds up and over the castle above!
She came to a stop atop a thin spire, wrapping her body around it for dear life. Maybe if she just waited him out, she prayed to whatever Kai was listening, that mean lizard would go away...
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Post by Lord Chill on Oct 27, 2018 9:08:50 GMT -6
PL: 20,000 When the croud parted, Chill was not met with the fiendish face he had expected to see. Two budding horns, and a goat like shape, sure. But the expression of pain and the size of this little creature were so, so very different to Chamil. It was odd - Chill was not known by any means for his empathy or sympathy - but seeing the look of pain in her eyes still made him feel uneasy. He wasn't exactly saddened, or moved by the grief or the shock of it all. Just... uneasy. Following the screaming, bleating little creature with his eyes as it darted away high up into the castle, he regarded the situation in front of him critically. He had no priorities that he needed to see to right now, and Chamil and this girl had a very close similarity... he needed to understand why she had reacted the way she did. Was it that he had said Chamil's name? Had she been traumatized by a fleet member? He was wound up profusely with curiosity. Leaping to the top of the thin spire in a single graceful bound, he landed on a nearby outcropping of the stone work and turned to the frightened little kid. Despite how he usually regarded people, it would probably work best for Chill here if he at least feigned some level of concern and nicety towards the child. "Listen." He was about to say words he wasn't fond of saying, and a little twitch of his cheek might have betrayed that to those who were familiar with him. "I'm... sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. What's your name?" It was very hard for him to not take every word over the top with priss and polish. So very, very hard. Horns |
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Post by Horns on Oct 29, 2018 8:23:54 GMT -6
HORNS' PL: 10,000
"Oooooh noo, no no nonononononoNONONO, GOAWAY--!" Horns flailed about and yelped, shaking like a leaf as the Arcosian bounded towards her. Still, she'd shut her trap and merely curl further up onto the spire and shiver when he did come close. Everything in her body screamed towards either fight or flight, but the Arcosian's surprisingly chilled tone did ease her nerves- even if it wasn't much. "U-uh... I-I-I'm Horns." She stammered, slinking further back. Her glassy eyes narrowed, glaring daggers at the lizard man despite her persistent shaking.
The kid sucked in a slow breath, trying and failing to compose herself. "W-well, what do you want, stupid?! Are you here for my head like your friend did to my mama?!?" She snapped, slinking downwards. The longer she looked at the Arcosian, the more anger and fight began to emerge in her body. No- she wouldn't cower to the people who killed her mother, even though they were very scary! She'd stand up and make her mama proud! She didn't know if this guy knew Boreal, much less called him friend, but she had a point to get across. "W-well, if that's the case, then y-y-you'll be in for a HECK of a fi-f-fight! I have all of my mama's powers, s-so you BETTER be scared!" She snapped, tone a mix of a growl and whimper. Still, her fists were clenched and her teary eyes were still locked onto Chill, cheeks puffed and pointed teeth continually bared.
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Post by Lord Chill on Oct 29, 2018 11:30:26 GMT -6
PL: 20,000 No matter what he did it seemed this kid was going to panic. A screaming, startled little goat girl was the last thing Chill wanted to deal with today. He strained his mind thinking of a solution to his dilemma. As his approach to the scenario began to turn sour in his mind, he heard the little goat girl speak her name aloud. Horns. Small and sweet, it certainly was lacking in refinement. Though from what little he could garner it seemed to be a Demonic name in the same vein as Chamil. Through her loud chalkboard screeching and her endless stuttered bleating as she wound back up to bare her teeth and yell, Chill head her call Chamil 'mama'. Things were a lot clearer now, and it seemed to Chill that he had better treat this little girl with at least some degree of respect. After all, she was the daughter of a highly powerful fleet officer - if the goons could be called that - and that meant she was owed some kindness. She keapt quivering and screaming though. "Please, calm down..." He said quietly, his forehead growing hot as he became a little flustered at what to do with the terrified angry demon child before him. He wasn't very good with children, but he had a great role model to look back on in his father, the magnificent Lord Bruma, Clan Leader of Frigid and Ruler of Criss fief. His father had always taken a... 'tough love' sort of approach to these sorts of things, and with nothing better to base his decisions on, Chill cupped his steaming face and groaned aloud. "ᴵ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᴵ'ᵐ ᵈᵒᶦⁿᵍ" Chill blurted, muffled by the cupping of his hands before he threw them down and pointed a finger towards the little demon's upper leg, somewhere that would wound and distract enough to calm down like Chill had always needed as a kid, but not a dangerous enough spot to kill. Looking into her eyes, he spoke softly. "I need you to calm down." As he finished the last syllable, he left off a quick shot of explosive red, firing like a thick red needle and spearing towards Horns' upper leg.
KP: 0/3 Chill fires his [MP3] Deadly Precision for 20,000 PL at horn's upper leg
HE DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO ᶜʰᶦˡᵈHorns |
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