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Post by Kalaboo on Jan 26, 2019 20:13:23 GMT -6
The sun rose over the Strongbone Château, shining its rays through the blinds of Kalabas’ reading room, directly into his half-open eyes, scorched red after a sleepless night of scratching parchment and declaring claims for lands that were now his. Kalabas clanged his head against his robot arm in frustration - why did all of the Fleshtearers get themselves killed? And the Hairylegs, the Spleendrinkers, the Groanmakers? And above all else, why did they own so. many. fucking. asteroids? He couldn’t care less about about the untimely deaths of relatives he had never even heard of before, but dealing with their paperwork had costed him an entire week of sleep! At least it was finally over, he could lay down on his canopy bed, pull the wool blankets over his head, close his eyes and, at last, sleep…
Only, sleep never came…
A rancorous groan echoed throughout all of Diablo Desert, from the shifting dunes of Bakeb to the sun bleached canyon of Greez, all could hear the saiyan bemoan the series of unfortunate events that was his life. He stretched and opened the bedside pantry and from it produced a bottle of wine. Good stuff that wine, he recalled, rosé. He helped himself on what little was left and hovered to the kitchen in search for more. The kitchen didn’t have a drop of liquor to drink, which was quite surprising, and so the Duke hurried to the wine cellar, which was also empty. Having already strained his vocal cords, Kalabas’ anger and frustration were kept mostly to himself, released in violent swear words aimed at everything around him.
And so Kalabas put on his stupid jacket over his damned armor, he opened the cursed door and walked over the foul stepping stones… He was so blastedly mad! Furious. Fortunately his flight to South City was a relatively short and painless affair. He hopped from winery to winery, piled bags of drinks on a wheelbarrow, 'borrowed' said wheelbarrow, and prepared his return to the château… He couldn’t fly over the desert and risk dropping his stash - so he needed a bus route, but which? He tried to make sense of the map on the bus stop, his focus diverted away from his precious mountain of swill.
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Post by Majin Myu on Jan 26, 2019 23:50:13 GMT -6
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“Woooow, this place is so big!” Myu would say to herself, stopping to stand in the middle of a sidewalk. It seemed as if the city streets weren’t all that busy it seemed, because if she were to stand in one, she would’ve more than likely get trampled. It would only make this giant place seem even bigger, rows and rows of buildings, tall and small, towering over everything. Heck, even the giant metal machines were huge too at times, or sometimes very longer! This was her first time ever going to a city, so she was merely just having a small tour around. Everything seemed so amazing to this little neko majin, and even with all the frowns and tired faces just about everyone had walking through the streets, she derived a lot of enjoyment of seeing new people. If only her dad was here to actually witness all this stuff with her, because then everything would’ve been so much better. An envious sigh escaped Myu once she saw an Earthling man with what she assumed to be his child sitting on his shoulders, which began to make her think on if her own dad would do that with her.
Myu would just let out a small sigh and shrug, knowing full-well that it will take a long time for her to find that out. She’ll find answers soon, right? It wasn’t as if he left without giving a single hint on where he was going… The majin whined quietly and looked down at her feet. Maybe she won’t find him, and that all her efforts were just a waste of time. Maybe these urges she kept on having were all just a coincidence and that she was somehow finding all the people Bozo knew because… uh, luck? That’s probably the correct term of it. But speak of the devil, she would get the same exact urge as before! Myu’s ears perked up once she felt something, a force of some sort, nudging her to go down the street. She would also get a small vision of sorts, and… it was a mask or something? Why would her dad show her a mask of all things? Oooo, is it a party mask? Is he gonna show he- Wait. Mask… Masque… That sounds so familiar! It was like she knew what it was, but didn’t!
The majin would puff out her cheeks and stood there, thinking a little while more before shrugging. Eh, instead of thinking, how about she went and find out herself? Myu would soon begin making her journey, keeping her chin and hopes high! Her tail would stick straight up to as she followed where the urge was telling her to go, doing a sort of walk of confidence, if that could describe what she was doing. It took only a few minutes however once she caught glimpse of some… basket with wheels. It was filled with bags of… stuff. But behind the wheelbarrow was what interested her the most, a man! He had spiky hair and… wait. “Masque? Masque?! Masque!” The kitten-like majin would exclaim, clapping her hands together as she began to bounce around excitedly.
It seemed as if he was looking at something, so she would go and hop into his wheelbarrow, jumping up and down! “Myu! Myu! Myu! You’re Masque! You know Myu’s papa! Myu’s dad! Purple cat, small!” For some odd reason, she knew who this guy ‘was’. Myu actually knows him through her ‘father’s’ memories it seemed like, though obviously neither of them knew that. She only assumed they were messages sent by her father, who wanted to tell her where he was! “Do you know where Myu’s papa is, Masque? Myu has been looking for days!! And what is this stuff? Food?” Without waiting for a response, she would dig into a bag, taking out a bottle of wine! She held it out with both her tiny hands, her eyes growing wide.
“Is this juice? Did you buy Myu juice to drink? Wow, you’re a very nice man, Masque!!”
Then she would swallow the whole thing. The. Whole. Goddamned. Bottle. Glass and all. After fitting it into her mouth, her head would be the shape of that of a bobble, but after one gulp, her head would go back to normal. Myu blinked a few times and smiled at Masque, letting out a small burp. “That was yummy! Can Myu have more?”
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Post by Kalaboo on Jan 27, 2019 7:27:13 GMT -6
Now, Kalabas had served in a couple of alien planets now, and had razed several more off the record, he thought that he had seen just about anything, from biological cities on legs to starspawn pulsating with yehaws and cowboy slang - well he was a fool for thinking that, the universe was infinite and so were the horrors it could throw at him. “If I take the SC2 to Munchmunch Plaza, then perhaps… but the SC2 and SC7 are full of namekians… Hm…” Kalabas had his strategic bigotry interrupted by high-pitched screams. He turned around, ready to scold the screecher, too sleepy and sober to deal with any but his own bullshit. He saw… a fetus. A gummy little pink fetus, running in his direction, shouting nonsense at the top of her underdeveloped lungs. Kalabas found himself backing against the wall, shocked and disgusted by what he saw “What the devil!?”
The pocket monster climbed the booze pile and jumped in place ecstatic. She was calling him Masque. Yes, he recalled Masque, that monstrous bodysnatcher! So what he was childlike and pure and wished no harm to anyone in the universe? He could have burglarized the brain of a less handsome, less powerful, less Kalabaslike chap! Then Myu mentioned a cat, small and purple… She could only mean Bozo. Kalabas hated Masque, but he wished hell itself on Bozo, or perhaps heaven… The more orderly, less-chaotic of the two afterlives would do.
Kalabas launched himself forward when the majin rose a 2989 Moonhowl Gin with her tiny misshapen hands and asked if it was food. “Mercy!”, but perhaps the majin was too young and too Bozoesque to know the meaning of such a word. She gulped the bottle, not just the wine inside, and her head twisted in a way that wasn’t natural. Kalabas fell to his knees and hugged the bag like a bear would its cub, “Moonhowl…”, he weeped for the last traditional saiyan drink in the city, feeling his connection to distant Vegeta severed. Drinking was so much more than a habit to Kalabas, it was a spiritual experience, one that wouldn’t take him home anymore.
“Myu…” growled ‘Masque’, who hated any and all children save for his precious little Belle, “I am Kalabas, not Masque. Masque is dead and, if there is an inkling of divine goodness in this universe, so is Bozo. No, you can’t have more. Go. Away.”
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Post by Majin Myu on Jan 27, 2019 14:47:48 GMT -6
It seemed like that Masque didn’t at all like the fact of her swallowing one of his juice glasses, which would make the majin feel a little bad. He said some word… “mercy,” or something. It was a word she didn’t really understand, but knew by the tone and actions of Kalabas, that he didn’t like her doing that. She frowned and sat herself down, looking towards the saiyan with her ears pinned back. “Did Myu did something bad, Masque? Myu is very sorry for doing it…” She said, sounding like a child who felt bad for stealing someone’s juice box. Myu tilted her head as she watched him hug onto the bag, blinking a few times and watching him. Whatever it was he had, it must’ve been very important to him, which would make her feel even worse than before. “Myu is very sorry! Myu thought Masque had juice for her! Myu is so, so sorry!” Myu would let out a displeased whine, looking around to see if there was anything that would make her friend, ‘Masque’, feel better. But then she would hear him call out her name, which would of course gain her attention.
A wide smile would form on her face as she waited for what he had to say, only to get kinda confused. His name wasn’t Kalabas! It was Masque? Who was Kalabas to begin with? Did… she find the wrong person? The majin would just space out as he continued, her eyes growing wide upon hearing that he hoped that her father was dead! Soon enough her expression would switch to a not-so-pleasant one, which of course meant she was angry. “Y-You big meanie!” Steam would begin to erupt from her body, letting out an angry growl “You don’t tell Myu’s papa to die! Papa is nice and caring! Papa made Myu before he went away! Grrrrr!” She would clench her eyes shut as she let out more and more steam, though after a moment or so, she would calm down. Myu would let out a small sigh and frown, laying herself down on the wheelbarrow and curling up. “Myu doesn’t wanna go away… Myu is very lonely. Myu wants to meet papa’s friends, because Myu thinks papa wants that.”
The majin would let out a whine and look down, “A-And if Masque isn’t here anymore, then… why would papa lead Myu to you? Did… you kill Masque? Was Masque a bad man?”
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Post by Kalaboo on Jan 27, 2019 15:38:23 GMT -6
The sordid little creature was sorry, as if that would fix anything! Kalabas would have spitefully told her to regurgitate the bottle back if he wasn’t so sure that she would actually do it - no, she had earned that bottle, it was hers to keep. The pink varmint whined and apologized and made more high-pitched noises that gave the poor nobleman a full body migraine. Even for a majin, Myu was very annoying, Kalabas delighted at the thought of grabbing her by her disproportionate football-shaped head and throw her to the other side of the planet. He stretched his arm, hand looming over her neck, but stopped when he saw the sadness in her eyes. He wasn’t by any means a good man, but his cruelty had purpose, and it most certainly wasn’t petty. Clicking his tongue he swung his hand into his pocket and whipped out a small number of coins - enough for a couple of those soft drinks one could buy at a vending machine (not that Kalabas would know, he was rich).
He waved away the second steam cloud, coughing at the smell of burnt cotton candy. He felt an inkling of guilt for how he had treated Myu. While she was a child and therefore irritating and unhygienic and loud and stupid and rash and clingy, the sins of the father are not the sins of the son… daughter? It was hard to tell with the semi-amorphous majins such as this one. “Bozo was not a good man.” Kalabas dropped the money next to the demonspawn, one coin at a time “And Masque was not a bad man.” The saiyan sighed.
“Masque was shattered, yes. Killed. By a… friend of mine. Masque was in control of my body, you see? And his death put me back in control.” he spoke slowly, with many gestures, reducing the big picture just enough for Myu to understand. He had done the same with Masque when they shared the mindscape, only instead of explaining he just insulted the poor guy - he didn’t regret it one bit, but perhaps he should’ve taught him the meaning of things like bespawler. “If Bozo is leading you to me then it must be because he enjoys this turmoil you are feeling. I repeat, he was not a good man.”
He released his grip on the bag and pulled the wheelbarrow back. He sat on the sidewalk curb next to Myu, bottle in hand. “Fathers... who needs them?” He took a long, hearty swig. Smokey and dry, and a red to boot - good, but not the best. “Besides this unequivocally ill-fated pursuit of your father, what else do you do with your life?”
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Post by Majin Myu on Jan 27, 2019 17:56:48 GMT -6
The majin would just tilt her head curiously once Kalabas reached over her head, a little curious on what he was going to do. Was he gonna give her a little hug? Because if so, she wouldn’t really mind it. She remembered when her friend Nashi gave her one, and it was very nice. But instead of giving her a hug, he would instead move his hand away from her, stuffing it into one of his pockets to grab something. She wasn’t entirely sure what it was, but she assumed that Kalabas went ahead and grabbed some candy, which would interest the neko majin immensely. Before she could really ask what he was holding, he would go ahead and state that her dad, Bozo, wasn’t a good man. That’s… a lie! Yeah, he might’ve attacked her, but he probably did it because… uh, maybe he wanted her to go away? Like there was some sort of threat or something and…? She blinked a couple of times, tilting her head off to the side. “Bozo not good man? Masque not a bad man? B-But… Bozo, papa… he made Myu.” She said, her ears drooping once again. Why would he be considered a bad person? She never knew who he was, nor had the chance to know him. He shouldn’t be all that bad, right?
Myu would continue to listen to Kalabas, nodding a few times and letting out a sad sigh. “So Masque is… gone?” The majin would sniffle a little bit, tears beginning to well up within Myu’s eyes. Masque was gone? Like her papa? B-But he isn’t dead, no! Her papa is alive for sure! But it didn’t help the fact that Masque, a friend she somehow knew, was dead. They were gone. Destroyed. Removed from life. Now Kalabas was here instead, and no longer did her friend exist. She was alone yet again, but… not really. There was Nashi, who she honestly liked a lot. Myu wasn’t all that lonely upon realizing that, but it still didn’t change how she felt about someone’s death, especially a friend’s (who she didn’t exactly know too well). Myu shook her head after being told yet again that Bozo wasn’t a good man, “No, no! Bozo is Myu’s papa! He isn’t a bad man. He made Myu, so he loves me!” She would say, wiping the tears from her eyes.
She wouldn’t pay attention to the money she now had, not really knowing what they were. She didn’t really know what money was, so she would only just push them away. Myu would get into a sort of fetal position as she sat there, frowning. Maybe this search was just pointless, and that her father was actually dead or just didn’t want to see her. She had no clue why he wouldn’t want to be with her, since he was the one who created her. As for the other reasoning, she didn’t want to believe it. Myu didn’t want to believe her father was permanently gone, but instead he was just… somewhere far, far away. The majin would glance towards Kalabas as he went and sat down near her, looking away whenever he spoke. “Myu needs a papa…” She would respond, letting out a saddened sigh. “Myu doesn’t know what to do. She was made by papa and was left alone. Myu doesn’t believe she has a purpose except to find papa. She has nowhere else to go except for blue cat man named Nashi.”
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Post by Kalaboo on Jan 30, 2019 11:04:34 GMT -6
Kalabas downed his bottle in two gulps and juggled it, now empty, from hand to hand with increasing daring. It was his way to focus on something other than the sniffling miniature, lest he lose composure and drop his aloof facade. He sympathized more and more with the creature, against his better judgement, as he was also the son of someone one could describe as ‘not a good man’… It was too much for him. He slammed the bottle down and picked up the curled majin, squeezing her against his cuirass while forcing himself to look away, eyes blurred with tears and lips pressed shut. He scooped the money that had been pushed away and walked to the nearby vending machine. He inserted far too many coins, pressed some buttons, and a cascade of cans and bags shot out of the machine - not because he paid for it all, mind you, his careless pressing merely obliterated the pulley system inside.
He caught a stray Strawberry Hetap before it put a hole in his face. He cracked it open and took a sip, which he quickly regretted, and gave the rest to the majin, sighing his disgust away “Your purpose is whatever you make of it, no? Take Bozo’s, for instance… What reason did that psychopath have to act as he did? No greed, no ambition, no thirst for revenge nor justice nor fame, not even the slightest desire for something other than wreaking havoc. One might say his wantless soul made him a wanting fellow.” Kalabas put the child down and picked up the packaged goods, adding them to the booze pile. “Do not delude yourself-” he said while trying to create a solid wall of chip bags “your purpose in this world is to act as a copy of your father... Same happened to Masque, but alas the cretin had no evil in his heart and was thus dropped harder than a low class in an elite ball.” He patted the new and improved pile, nodding in approval when it didn’t budge. “It is for the better than he never grew attached to you, I daresay. You are your own person, make of yourself what you will… Or not. Do follow the path your father has threaded if you too wish to lead a pointless existence.”
He plunged his arm deep into the food structure and from it ripped a chocolate bar, which he threw at Myu “For what it’s worth, I know Masque would have loved you to teach him what little good was there to say about Bozo. But none of the bad.” Now, she mentioned a blue cat man… While he vaguely remembered having met such a creature, he couldn’t recall when he did or where. “Tell me about this Nashi, is he... peculiar?”
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Post by Majin Myu on Feb 3, 2019 14:07:26 GMT -6
Myu was honestly caught by surprise whenever she felt the man pick her up, her eyes growing wide in confusion. What was he going to do with her? Did she say something bad? She didn’t fight or struggle however, instead just allowing Kalabas to do what he wanted to do. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her, right? Soon enough she felt the man hugging her, which was of course a tad bit confusing. She remembered Nashi giving her a hug over at the Lookout whenever she first met him, but to be entirely honest she had no clue why he would do that. Everything was so confusing to this majin, especially signs of affection, hugging for example, was hard for her to understand. But she instinctively hugged back, looking up at the man curiously and noticing that he was… why was there water coming out from his eyes? Was he crying?! “Myu didn’t mean to make man cry! She sorry!” Myu would apologize, but grew silent as he went and got up, money in hand. She would just remain still as he approached a vending machine, tilting her head to the side as he placed the coins into said machine and began pressing some buttons that were on it. Soon enough cans of whatever-it-was would come out from the machine! “Woooah…” Myu watched in fascination, reaching out with a stubby hand in an attempt to press one of the many buttons the machine had.
The majin stopped whenever she heard the cracking of one of the cans, immediately turning towards Kalabas to notice that he was drinking from it! He didn’t like it it seemed as he offered the drink to her, in which she would happily hold onto with both of her tiny hands. Myu wouldn’t go and eat the entire can however, instead she would mimic what the saiyan did and drink it normally. The majin, unlike Kalabas, loved the drink, and would begin to sip at it eagerly while listening to the saiyan. “Myu remembers hearing Bozo before she ran away. He asked Myu if she could do chaos, and Myu was confused! He got mad and she ran away, so… she thinks she accidentally gotten him mad. Myu doesn’t know why he did and Myu doesn’t understand the words you are saying. Myu doesn’t think he was a psy… psychooopoth?” She would would soon sit herself down and stare up at Kalabas while he began adding stuff to his booze pile, continuing to listen what he had to say. “Myu doesn’t know how to act like papa! She wants to know how but she doesn’t know how. Myu doesn’t know him except through pictures in head!” She would say, putting the hetap down so she could tap her head.
Myu grew silent after hearing what Kalabas had to say next, a little confused on why it would be considered ‘pointless’ to follow her father’s path. Why wouldn’t she? He was her papa, so… it’s normal! She would just give the saiyan a short shrug, looking down. “Myu just wants to know papa, is all. She wants to see him and say hi. Is that a bad thingy?” Her eyes would grow wide whenever she saw a chocolate bar get thrown at her, immediately recognizing it as a sort of treat! She would use her tail to pick the bar up from the ground however, since she didn’t want to move where she was sitting. Myu would unwrap the bar and begin to nibble on the chocolate, a big, delighted smile spreading across her face. This was DELICIOUS! Myu would just nod at the comment about Masque, suddenly not really interested in him anymore. Kalabas seemed way more interesting, but it was still saddening that Bozo’s friend died… oh well.
The majin would take one bite from her chocolate bar, gulping and letting out a sigh. Whenever Nashi was mentioned, she would just reply immediately, a wider smile forming on her face. “Nashi is a friend! He lives up in a huge tower! He’s teaching Myu how to do stuff, like fly and fight! He’s really nice to Myu and teaches her a lot of things, like flying! He feeds her instant noodles, which are really yummy! Myu stays there a lot! Myu thinks it’s called the… uhm, Lookout! Nashi is really neat.”
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