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Post by Kalaboo on Nov 8, 2018 21:31:03 GMT -6
Kalabas was not the best swimmer, and the coursing river did him no favours. His entire being ached after the battle with Chill. The arcosian had literally slipped through his fingers, and in doing so denied him victory, and with no cathartic release, the saiyan still hungered for battle. But this longing for a second and last round paled into insignificance when compared to his grief. Even if it was an unsatisfactory technicality, the saiyan had won, but he would have prefered a crushing defeat if it meant that Belle would still be in his arms, by the ancestors... He missed her so much… Kalabas remembered her crying in fear as the Lord whisked her away. This shouldn’t be his last memory of her, the one he’d keep forever in his heart. He wanted to see her by his deathbed, grown into a mighty duchess, eyes full of tears and heart beating with the purest saiyan pride. But she was gone. If not dead, then in pain. He imagined her in a cramped little room, withering away in squalor for what her uncle had done… Humoring an arcosian, of all stupid things he could have done… He tried to sink deeper into the river, but his cuirass wouldn’t let that happen. It kept him afloat, as it had for the past hour, and even before he woke up. No, he wouldn’t let instinct take over again. His duty was to protect Belle, save her from all who wanted to hurt her! He’d silence his thoughts for now, listening to them would be his downfall. “Blast it all!” He cursed to himself as he crashed himself against the riverbank. He heard something crack, but didn’t give it much importance. He probably should, but at this point, what was one more broken bone, really? He swung one arm unto the dirt, realizing upon impact that what he had broken was his hand. Thusly, he swung his other arm and hoisted himself back on firm land, all the while writhing in sympathy for his useless hand. He need to focus on the goal ahead: return to the base. The Duke pulled his comms device from his pocket and pressed its switch to on. Nothing happened, it just exploded on his hand. “To hell and back…” He pulled himself up and looked around for any sort of sign that would point him in the base’s direction. First he needed to get patched up, then recruit others, and only then would he face Chill. The arcosian could outrun him, but could he outmaneuver all of the Kingdom’s forces? Roma |
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Post by Roma on Jan 21, 2019 8:20:30 GMT -6
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A boring day, a boring patrol, with no more excitement than one would expect from it. Being a mere grunt, it was what you would expect. Of course, Dullahan was no grunt- she was significantly stronger than your average grunt, but she adamantly refused promotion. A promotion would mean more work, and more work meant more excitement, but it also meant more work. Dullahan didn't like to work.
She grumbled as she sat in front of a Porunga statue, cross-legged with her head propped up against her hands. Gods were weird- she didn't really understand the point of worshiping them, but to each their own, right? Maybe some divine intervention could've extended her life a bit. Or maybe being less stupid would've extended her life a bit. Or maybe her ancestors not royally pissing off the Arcosians would've extended her life a bit. Suddenly, divine intervention seemed like less a probable way to extend her life, from just how many factors led to it's end.
Speaking of ending lives, one was ending right by her. She didn't have the keenest ears around, but it wasn't hard to hear a Saiyan, especially when they were desperate. And angry. And had just broken a hand.
Curious, Dullahan hopped to her feet and took to the skies, holding down her head so that it didn't blow off. It took only a few moments for her to locate the familiar Duke of Strongbone, a rather articulate and amusing fellow who had came with her to bring Mollusc back into their ranks. That specific negotiation didn't exactly go as planned, but he didn't seem like that bad of a guy. Just a little, passionate. Angry too. Then again, most Saiyans were.
She landed a few inches away from Kalabas's face, crouching down to be eye-level with him. "Heya! Strongbone! You're not looking so hot. Need a hand?"
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Post by Kalaboo on Jan 21, 2019 19:30:56 GMT -6
What was that, over yonder, had Death come to claim his soul? Kalabas fell to his knees and in his lips poised a plea - if it was indeed his destiny to perish so soon, a failure to his bloodline and Kingdom, then for all that was sacred in this world and those beyond he should be allowed three more days to live! Yes, only three, lived all to their fullest, for two would make his tearful farewells to Belle woefully brief and four be a grievous offence to his most honored ancestors. But the Duke was a sly man, with grace and cunning he wove a loophole - would Death be so kind as to count the suns above? Namek was locked in orbit by three great stars, cursed (or in this case blessed) to never see sunset, dusk, or night, the Namekian Day would die with the planet, and so too would the crafty noble. “Immortality...”, he whispered to himself, savoring each syllable.
But through the blood loss and the madness the psychopomp was revealed to be none other than Dullahan. Kalabas didn’t know if he should thank her or blast her to bits so he just threw his head back and screamed a joyless yet full of relief laughter, “A hand, she says! What worth is a hand!?” What worth indeed. But he still clasped hers and pulled himself up, livened by the deceased, morbid as it was. “A hand, these hands, what value do they hold? Look at them, look!” he shook them furiously, palms facing his comrade’s face. “These weak hands, these slippery, worthless hands!”
“Indeed I do need hands, many a great pair! Poor thing, poor thing!”, he slapped his face, scrubbing the tears away, “But… she can’t be dead! Those porcelain hands belie a most saiyan-like spirit! Hark my sweet Belle, hark, your uncle comes to the rescue!” With soft tugs at her cape Kalabas directed Dullahan to follow him in the base’s direction, “By duchal decree I summon your assistance! Let us hurry, time is of the essence and the Fleet ill-likes prisoners!”
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Post by Roma on Jan 21, 2019 19:50:28 GMT -6
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Ah, great. It seemed the damage that Kalabas had sustained was insubstantial, for he held just as little sanity as he did when he fell in the river. Dullahan let out a laugh as Kalabas waved his hands in front of her face, and giggled some more as he grabbed her by the cape and began to walk off into the distance. "Wait just a sec, buddy! Deep breaths! Deep breaths. You might have, uh slippery hands, but-" Dullahan stumbled forward a bit as she was dragged forth by Kalabas. "-they're doing a really great job at, well, dragging me to wherever-it-is we're going!" She once again, laughed a bit at her own proclamation. Sure, the subject of hands had passed, but a passing subject was no excuse for a passed-up joke opportunity.
What he said next made a little bit more sense than whatever nonsense he was spouting about hands, but it sure didn't go a good job of making Dullahan's job here any easier. Not that she even knew what her job here was. "Belle? You mean that sweet little girl who's prancing' around this planet?" Dullahan thought on it for a moment. She had met the young Saiyan once before, and had witnessed her porcelain hands with her own two eye-sockets. She couldn't however, say that she saw a very 'Saiyan-like' spirit within her. Maybe it was best if Kalabas wasn't informed of this little tidbit.
"Alright, buddy. I'll help you out if you need it, but, uh... you're gonna need to give me a bit more to work off than some kinda' crazy person talk." Dullan nodded, placing her hand on her head before she did so. "Start from the beginnin'. We got a long walk, and you seem like you, uh, got a lot to say, yeah?" She stumbled again, catching her head before it fell straight off. "And, uh, you don't seem like you're in the best mood to talk over some drinks. Maybe another time?"
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Post by Kalaboo on Jan 21, 2019 21:45:46 GMT -6
Why did that damnable lass keep snickering like some tipsy courtier at a ball? Kalabas shot daggers at the ghost as he released his grip without as much as a flourish, frustrated by the ease with which she made jokes at such a serious time. Fortunately, she had the sense to sprinkle something of worth between the inane quips, things like taking deep breaths and… just that, really. Perhaps Kalabas would have been better off on his own, but he couldn’t send her away now. Plus, her company wasn't wholly disagreeable, there were certainly less personable dead around. He stood still and silent for a moment, doing nothing but taking deep, thoughtful breaths. Soon he was calm enough carry on with his march and say: “Upon Belle’s return, I would very much appreciate getting to know you better… Death has treated you well.” The Duke turned with a dramatic flair and hid his face with the cowl of his cape.
“About Belle, that sweet little girl… She treats me as uncle but in truth we are cousins. She was… entrusted to me, her ward, for her father thought her a weakling, that senile fool.” A surge of ki incinerated the greenery he walked over, he looked at it and thought it was deserved, Namek could use colors other than green, that blasted monochrome hellhole. “But you see, a talk with her proves anything but, she is an innocent thing, I say… And I... wish to keep it that way. She is one of a kind, my little cousin-niece, I owe her my life.”
He sighed, shamed. “Some time ago, I cannot tell how long, an arcosian, Chill, ambushed me and my child when I thought us safe - we were training, you see, having a picnic… But this lordling, he wanted vengeance for some wrongdoing of my fault - something doubtlessly petty, you know their vile kind - and so I did my best to fend him off. He mistook me for the boy I was when we first met, completely forgetting that war changes people, but above all saiyans,” the Duke allowed himself to take pride in his achievement “my power eclipsed his! Vegeta be damned, I was fighting for Belle! And it was simple, everything seemed to clear, so right… For once I was more powerful than my opponent, for once I had by my side someone to protect, someone that I would give my life for!”
Kalabas stopped again, he rubbed his eyes and turned around to face his follower, “Yet I live, and so does Chill, and Belle… I cannot bear the thought... Can you tell me then, Dullahan, who of the three will be the first to die?”
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Post by Roma on Jan 23, 2019 20:29:11 GMT -6
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Was Kalabas flirting with her? Interesting! She didn't think she had it in him. She was almost tempted to whip out her Joke Journal™ and jot it down, because it was just that entertaining. She wouldn't entertain his comment with a remark, though. She'd just grin at him. Smugly.
However, the latter part of his little tangent was about as unenjoyable as it was incomprehensible. So it seemed Belle and Kalabas were close- it was kind of cute, honestly. She didn't really understand how Belle could possibly understand a word Kalabas said, but hey, she was a smart lass. She could probably decipher it about as well as Dullahan could. Which was, pretty okay, in her own oppinion.
On more legible terms, it seemed that despite the fact Kalabas was stronger than his Arcosian opponent, he still lost Belle to him. This was dangerous. Dullahan scrunched up her nose at the thought. She knew that the WTF wasn't really known for their mercy, as evidenced by the fact that her head was separated from her body. She didn't want to tell Kalabas that same thought, though.
"Well, uh, I don't think anyone's gonna die, or at least, that's how I'd like it to be." Despite the fact that the Fleet had done her in, she didn't hold any particular malice towards the malevolent capitalists. If you were to ask her, she'd probably say something along the lines of 'I'm too lazy to hold a grudge,' which wasn't entirely true, but not entirely untrue, either. "But, if I were to pick one, I'd like it to be the Arcosian, yeah." She shot him a thumbs-up, stepping over the wildlife that had been incinerated for seemingly no reason at all.
"Well, I got nothin' to work off other than my gut, but I think she's probably alright." She removed her head from her body and rolled it along her arms, bringing it to a spin on her index finger. "After all, I pretty much assaulted them all myself- would've been easy to capture me, but they killed me instead." With a flick of her thumb, she popped her head back on her neck, perfectly nonchalant.
"So if they took 'er, they're prolly not gonna kill her. Maybe the Arcosian was jealous of your strength or somethin,' maybe felt humiliated by the fact that'cha could beat 'em. So, he took your cute little niece, thinkin' somethin' like, 'Man! I'm gonna take her, and this dude's gonna charge right in to try'n find her, and then i'm gonna get my revenge on him! Bam!'" She stuck her fingers up at the side of her head to emulate Arcosian horns. "I betcha that's what it is. I'm sure Belle's fine, for a while. We just gotta find her quick, and you gotta give him a good duel, yeah?"
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Post by Kalaboo on Jan 24, 2019 21:30:06 GMT -6
Dullahan had the strange ability to at the same time put the Duke at ease and agitate him further. Perhaps it was because of her nonchalance, it made the world around them look simple, the good seemed better and the bad that much worse… It was imprudent, but Kalabas let her speak and considered her words, perhaps giving them far too much thought.
As expected she would sooner have the arcosian dead than either of the Strongbones, which was good. But she wasn’t awfully onboard with his well-deserved and timely to-be-death, which was very, very bad. Kalabas couldn’t even begin to understand how someone could bear so little resentment for their own killers, and his confusion only grew with the ghost’s antics. He was disturbed, but highly amused, and had to stop himself from taking the talking head and dribbling it around the body… He bit his cheek, lest he laugh at the thought and be forced to reveal his plan.
After being done with the cranial acrobatics Dullahan raised a very good point. Belle was taken hostage, a victim to the saiyan-arcosian spat but not a casualty, or at least, not yet. Kalabas still had time to grow strong and widen the gap between himself and the frost demon. “Yeah.” he said, the choice of vernacular feeling somehow wrong to his tongue, “Indeed - quite so. Perhaps you are right.” Feeling better, he remained stern as ever and shambled his strides with more confidence than before.
He proceeded in silence, every so often sneaking quick glances at Dullahan’s bisected neck. He felt something brewing inside him, warming the cockles of his heart - the beginnings of an apoplexy, perhaps? Curiosity, most likely. Just the other day Kalabas had knocked out and captured a ghost. The poor bastard, Virkalon, was questioned about all he did and didn’t knew, save for one thing... The gap of knowledge was sorely felt by Kalabas just moments ago, and since he couldn’t think of any other topics for casual chitchat… “How is it like? The...” he pressed a thumb against his neck in a slashing motion “passing from one state to another...?”
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Post by Roma on Jan 26, 2019 23:49:13 GMT -6
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"What it was like to die? To... die..." Dullahan's footsteps stopped, her eyes growing wide as she recalled the moment in which the life had left her mortal form. "...Horrible, Strongbone. I wouldn't wish death on my worst enemy." She trembled slightly, her hands clenching into a tight fist. "...Y-You, you just feel, nothing. Nothing at all. Then, it's dark. Dark and cold, for hours, days, years, I can't even begin to know. Time isn't fluid when you're dead. In that dark, damp space, my only source of entertainment was feeling the gaping wound on my neck, the burning, searing pain of having my head removed from my body being relived, over, and over, and over..."
She began to breathe quickly, catching up to Kalabas and gripping him on the shoulder with uncharacteristic strength. "You want to know what it's like? Torture. Constant, unending torture..." She gripped her hands around her head, the memories returning to the forefront of her conscience. "I, I can still feel it, I can feel the moment, over, and over, and over, and over..." Just when it seemed like she was going to snap, her demeanor changed in an instant, her head being brought back up with whooping laughter.
"Just kidding! Honestly, I kinda expected it to be like that, but the truth is kinda, a lot more boring, actually." Dullahan nodded, continuing to keep pace as if nothing out of the ordinary had just occurred. "I died instantly- one minute, I was alive, and the next minute, I was... somewhere, without a body. Truth be told, this form I'm in now doesn't have any real weight. I just found a few neat tricks to give it that extra 'oomph' so that it functions as a real body." She nodded before turning back to Kalabas, her expression nonchalant. To further showcase her mood, her hands were soon slung behind her head, a vapid sigh leaving her lips. "Think of it, I dunno, like going to sleep. Except this time, you go to sleep, and when you wake up, you're somewhere else with a weightless body and a lot of questions."
Dullahan shot him a thumbs-up. "So that's how it is. Death isn't all that bad, all things considered. There's just a couple inconveniences that come with being a ghost, but there's a few good things, too." Dullahan kicked out her leg experimentally. "But it's, uh, hindered me in a lot of ways. Try as I might, I can't ever get stronger. I can work out, train all I want, but since this body is artificial and this form is artificial, it doesn't do anything. So, I suppose I'm stuck as a weak grunt for a while, eh?" She chuckled at this as well, waving off it's implications with a literal wave of her hand. "Well, not really like I trained all that much when I was alive, either. Being lazy is pretty great- you should try it out, sometime!
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Post by Kalaboo on Jan 27, 2019 6:43:44 GMT -6
Why was it that they were constantly stopping? At this rate it’d take them a week to arrive to the camp. But, Dullahan looked shaken enough already, so Kalabas kept his thoughts to himself. He was glad he did, the ghost made death sound just as bad as he had expected, she appeared to be in extremely low spirits. When she reached for the Duke’s dislocated shoulder and popped it back into place the wincing noble hurried to put his hand over hers, his face twisted by a melancholic grimace. He felt guilt for what he had done to his rescuer, this metaphysical sadness would be his to bear one day. “I had no idea… Forgive m-”
And then Dullahan jerked her head back, admitted her trickery, and made death sound far more bearable than before… Why, anything could have sounded far more bearable than what she first described! So her ghostly form had two great downsides that Kalabas hadn’t considered, the lack of weight (his guts never got along well with low gravity), and the lack of growth. For a man as obsessed with work and progress as Kalabas this second catch did sound like torture… But of course, lazy Dullahan didn’t mind it much.
Throughout the bamboozle Kalabas smiled and sighed in relief, but there was comeuppance to be had, and now he had his chance. “Idle hands bear no knives. Thank you but I must pass.” He propped his finger on Dullahan’s nose and slowly pushed the head off its seat of a neck. “Your deceased state may hamper your growth, but you are most certainly not a weakling! O if all weak grunts were as strong as you, this thrice blasted war would be over in seconds. Count your blessings, scant few transit into becoming ghosts, fewer will ever reach the might you have now, you are doing just as well as any, better, even.” He wasn’t quite sure, but it sounded just about right... Perhaps he was selfishly trying to make ghosthood sound less ghastly to his person, perhaps he was just genuinely trying to help out his friend. Were they friends yet? Kalabas found himself wanting to talk to her more, despite her inappropriate joking or perhaps because of it. This ambivalence puzzled him greatly, but for once he decided to just let it be.
“But you did train, yes? Where? I was a RASSS, a Royal Academy of Strategic Studies student, specialized in Administration, History, and SKM…” He stopped for a second, smacking his lips, “That is Saiyan Krav Maga for you, peasant filth.” With his atrocious attempt at a joke done, he carried on walking.
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Post by Roma on Jan 30, 2019 14:34:02 GMT -6
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Well, Kalabas wasn't all that bad of a comedian. After all, his attempt at a joke did make Dullahan laugh. At him and not with him, but what was the difference, really?
She took these perticular actions as her head rested in her hand, literally. After all, Kalabas had pushed it off. She had laughed as it fell behind her, catching it with her right hand. She breifly considered if pushing her head off was rude, before coming to the logical conclusion that her particular circumstances were so rare that etiquette for it probably didn't even exist. Well, it wasn't like the headless ghost was much for such things, anyways- she pushed off the thought with a snort.
"I trained a little bit. Royal-something something for something excellence. Something like that. It was a combat academy for nobles. Uh, Royal Martial Excellence Academy? Eh, something along those lines. Honestly, I can't really remember much of it. I skipped classes more often than not, and the classes I did attend, I usually slept through." She laughed again, popping her head back on her neck for convenience sake. "I've always been pretty strong, and I never really needed to try all that hard where it counted. Fighting, that is. So, I usually just didn't go at all. Felt like I could do more productive things. Like work on my pod. Or sleep. Eventually, they got fed up with it and kicked me out, so I lived 'round the Tuffle Ruins for a while."
While the statement would likely be meaningless to anyone who didn't live on the planet, for those who did, they would know that the idea of venturing into the Destron Crags was absurd, much less living there. "So, it was less 'training' and more 'fighting for my life scavenging for cool stuff to add to my pod.' I knew I didn't have the work ethic to train, so instead of training, I slapped myself somewhere where I needed not to be lazy, 'else I'd die." She still probably sounded insane for it. In order to remedy this, she continued- Wasn't nearly as bad as it sounds- my pod was my baby, and I even managed to make a pretty decent air filter from scratch. It's a bit of a wasteland, but it's not so bad once you got used to it. Besides, there's plenty of stuff to be found there. Once Vegeta is ours again, I'll show you." She nodded, ignoring the fact that she may as well have offered him to walk straight into a live volcano.
"Well? What about you? I'd imagine you'd be a star student, huh?" She laughed a little at her own jest, and tossed a glance at Kalabas from over her shoulder.
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Post by Kalaboo on Feb 1, 2019 8:42:19 GMT -6
Kalabas actually managed to pry a laugh out of someone - and even if that someone was the literally braindead Dullahan, who never failed to snicker at the dumbest things - it was quite an achievement for the eternally sullen virtuoso. Needless to say, it felt weird.
Dullahan had many virtues, he admitted, but definitely not the kind that a saiyan academy, and by extension, the saiyan crown would seek or even expect of a noble. Her rank itself also surprised him, he genuinely thought that in life she had been of the lowest castes, so ditzy was her carefreeness. It so happened that Dullahan’s spectral nature was slowly but surely becoming the least interesting thing about her. Then again, the things she could do with her head were plenty interesting, there was no denying that.
And now Kalabas was being invited to a second date. Who would have guessed that he was just that charming. He smiled to himself, smug like only a saiyan elite can be. By now he should be strong enough to survive swimming through a volcano, no? He’d have to try that soon enough. “Well, I had no pods to busy myself with, so my choices were either studying and studying hard or being sent to some faraway outpost and replaced by a more dutiful ‘firstborn’.” He half-joked. “So studying was to me an obligation that quickly turned into a need no different from eating and sleeping. I was indeed what you would call a star student, yes, but if you asked the old School Commandant he’d tell you that, for all my studying, I was thoroughly lacking in moral fiber.”
He sighed, embarrassed. “Have you heard of democracy? ‘Tis the form of government where the masses think they control all. Nothing of the like, an elite still reigns sovereign, only their rule is hid behind elections and polls and popularity contests. And when the masses do indeed get in power… Then there’s no order but disorder. Soon enough, however, a new elite rises only to be toppled and in turn be replaced, all in a never-ending cycle of outward and self delusion… To think that I once argued for democracy, of all the dumbest and stupidest things.” And that was the reason why he was assigned to the worst squadron in all of Vegeta. It was the first time he had told anyone that, such was the disgust he felt towards his past actions. He looked into Dullahan’s eyes, expecting the contempt he would have glared had he been told something of the like. “But no more. I read the classics, dear friend, I know better now.”
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Post by Roma on Feb 6, 2019 15:51:12 GMT -6
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Dullahan listened to Kalabas speak intently, nodding along to his words with interest evident on her features. Truth be told, she simply wished to get his mind off the whole Belle situation for a little bit- Dullahan could see Kalabas was the type to destroy himself over such matters, after all. She quite liked the Duke just the way he was, lacking in sanity but making up for it with heart and passion. It'd be a shame if either of the latter were quenched over one lost quarrel.
She did know about democracy, or at least the basics of it. Dullahan wasn't really the type for politics or government affairs, intergalactic conflicts and universe-changing scandals. As such, she had no basis to refute Kalabas's criticisms of that particular type of governing body, nor any inclination to agree with him wholeheartedly. Dullahan pondered over his words for a bit before continuing, partly to formulate her own opinion, and partly to figure out what exactly he was trying to say.
"Interestin'. I guess there's no real right way'ta run a planet, after all. Someone's gonna be upset wit'cha no matter whatcha do. Must be hard, and a lot of work." Dullahan looked at the mountains passing her as they continued to walk and talk, thinking over her next words. "Y'know, ever since I was a little girl, I never really liked livin' on Vegeta. Always wanted to take off, live in my spacepod, land where I please, when I please and do what I please. But, the place's my home planet, and there's lotsa things I learned and did there that I wouldn't had I been born somewhere else. Always kinda felt that it was real hard to change anything anywhere, if you didn't have the power to do it. And, I guess I learned that even if'ya do have power, if you don't think'in the right way, it don't matter neither." Dullahan kicked the dust on the ground, letting out a sigh.
"Ah, shit, that's blasphemous to say, eh?" Dullahan let out another bout of laughter. It seemed that no matter the circumstances, Dullahan could willingly and freely shed the entire weight of the universe off her shoulders if she wished it. "S'true, though. D'yathink the strongest person around's also the smartest or the best leader? I'unno. It's just... well, I wish I lived inna place with a history that didn't mean half the universe hates 'yer guts, or a place where... well, y'know. I didn't need to die so soon."
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Post by Kalaboo on Feb 7, 2019 12:07:48 GMT -6
It was a good thing that the ghost lacked any real literacy in the matters of state rule, it made Kalabas’ professing of his past stance that much easier. How could she judge him harshly if she held no strong beliefs on politics either way? Kalabas whispered himself a fool for thinking he’d be lynched and ostracized by cheery chirpy Dullahan, of all people. Her ignorance was actual bliss, he supposed. “I do not envy those thrusted into thrones of planets and empires.” he lied “A duchy has enough naysaying rabble rousers for my taste. But so what if their clamour seldom hits true to the heart of the issue? No work goes unappreciated the longest than that of a ruler.” The conversation could have ended there, but Dullahan just had to keep talking.
While her appreciation for Vegeta was wanting, she would still fight for her home planet. Fair enough, thought the Duke, the truth in her words was proven by her insistence to keep fighting well after her death, it was the reason why Kalabas respected her so much. Kalabas had a much harder time trying to comprehend the words that followed. She had the gall to complain about how hard it was to change the way of things... She, who had never worked a day of her life, who had shunned all to live a derelict dreary existence in the ruins? And on she went to talk of undeserved power, the bastard! She could get off her high horse, as far as Kalabas was concerned. He who had worked himself to the bone, sometimes literally. Yes, it was fair that the strongest of all reigned supreme, how could it not? Such heights of power could only have been achieved through enormous pain and sacrifice, a drive strong enough to rule all of saiyankind! But he didn’t tell her that, did he?
Kalabas glared, frowning beyond what his swollen broken features should allow. He was deep in thought rather than stark raving mad with anger - not that the distinction would be noticeable to any but his closest of friends - a circle Dullahan had yet to enter, if ever. “Casualties are an inevitability of war.” But in case you haven't realized it, you daft little ghost you, you were among the first because you'd much rather play tinker than train. “You are dismissed, private. I shall carry on alone.” He snarled all aloof, the anger and frustration of the past few days finally surfacing. “For your sake.”
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Post by Roma on Feb 8, 2019 21:46:02 GMT -6
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Well, the reaction was disappointing, if not expected. Dullahan's eyebrows furrowed at the look she was given- if she registered the fury, she didn't show it on her face. It was an unstoppable force meeting an immovable object. "For my sake, huh..." Dullahan looked towards the ground, letting out a ragged sigh. Mission unsuccessful, she supposed. Well, she had saved Kalabas from the lake earlier- mission accomplished enough.
"Well, whatever. I'll be off then, Strongbone, if you really want me to be." She stopped walking, looking off into the distance as she slowly began to hover into the air. She took another glance down at Kalabas's retreating form, off to the Saiyan base, most likely. "Well. I'm sure you can fend for yourself, even with a broken hand. Even if I was here, I don't think I'd be much help, anyways." She turned around, casting one last glance at Kalabas from over her shoulder.
"Don't put so much value into strength, Kalabas. It's a dangerous thing to do. The only people who care about getting stronger are the people who aren't already at the top. Is being strong going to make you happy, Kalabas? Would you choose strength, or raising your niece well and proper?" Dullahan continued to float even higher, raising her voice so she was certain that Kalabas would consider her words.
"Don't put too much stock into strength, Strongbone! It's just a thing people are- like how I'm good with machines, or like how you're good with words. Don't neglect other parts of yourself just to be a lil' stronger. That's important." She then waved at Kalabas's back, placing one hand on her head so it didn't fall off.
"Take care of yourself, Strongbone. Get that hand patched up, yeah? I'll see you again soon, I'm sure."
In a flash of ectoplasm, she was gone.
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Post by Kalaboo on Feb 9, 2019 8:02:21 GMT -6
Even through it all Dullahan remained calm, if disappointed. And that enraged Kalabas immensely. He wanted her to get angry at him and scream with heart and soul that he was wrong! Instead he was talked down to. Very well, if the ghost refused to indulge the Duke’s rage then he had absolutely nothing to gain from hearing more of her babbling! He upped and left and shambled as fast as his shattered bones allowed. Dullahan kept talking, about strength and happiness… What did she did know about any of those things that he hadn’t read in tabloids and brochures a thousand times over? “Tch.” was all he would say, too driven by instinct at the moment to even care enough to consider her words.
And then she spoke of Belle.
With a loud crack of the spine Kalabas turned around, his semblance again twisted by a scowl, this one full of actual anger. “To use her like that at this time… You should be ashamed.” His hands shook with wild power and fury, energy crackling in and out them. It was physically paining him not to let go of his control. “Go. Flattery will get you nowhere now. Get out of my sight, you thoughtless, worthless HAUNT!!” And when she did, Kalabas was overtaken by primal wrath. He blasted the air where Dullahan had stood just seconds ago, the faraway mountains, every creature that crossed his path. It was a long walk to the base, with a village in the way.
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