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Post by Sensoa on Apr 9, 2019 16:08:15 GMT -6
The wasteland proved to keep the demon entertained, his adventures having proven fruitful as he encountered many tough creatures. Some of them were clever, using tactics he hadn't seen before, such as burrowing or ambush tactics unique to animals. It had been good training, but during his adventure he had come across something to distract him from his training. He had come across the ruins of an old set of structures, ones that were military grade or at least they were at one point. It appeared to have suffered much damage from a battle in the distant past. As he walked through the court yard, he could see the destruction in full force.
It was clear however, that despite its age, things still lurked in the dark and before he could take in the full view that was the fortress, he soon found himself ambushed. A large cat like creature jumping at him but before it could even get close, the beast would burst into flames at just being near the demonic being. His anger was now at an all time high, the fire in his gut emitting a constant blistering heat that normal creatures would find fatal. Much like the predator that lay squirming on fire before him, they would burst into flames by getting to close. Sensoa however simply ignored it, feeling disappointed that the creature had proven so weak. As its last few moments of life were spent kicking, the demon kept his eyes on the ruins, eyeing them curiously.
He couldn't tell how old this place was, but it looked to be older than most mortals he knew. It had an air of decay, one that normal folks who would be superstitious stayed clear of. Sensoa was not that kind of person, having been born of a world of fire and destruction, he supposed their idea's of hell fit his world. Funny how some people's view of his world was accurate enough to be described and considered evil. The demon stepped over the charred remains of the predator and continued forward. He didn't know what he expected to find from this barren fortress but he hoped it was something worth his time.
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Post by Vocado on Apr 12, 2019 15:51:17 GMT -6
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Visiting relatives wasn’t one of Vocado’s favorite pastimes. He always found the uncles and aunts and grand-folk he had in his tree to be far too stuffy, or sometimes a bit too coddling for his liking. The Bonemoon line was expansive, but no part of it held any air of importance. Besides himself, only his grandfather had actually accomplished something of note. The rest were content to drink their money away.
Vocado was at a relative’s house now, though. One so dilapidated it was unrecognizable, sure, but it still counted in his mind. This was the original site of the family manor, razed and obliterated by some angry rival house ages ago. The family historians insist that the rival house was destroyed in retaliation, but there were never any records of who these foes even were. Some of the drunker relatives always argued someone from the family destroyed it. Vocado agreed.
The once-king scowled as he tossed a crumpled bed to the side, rifling through the underside for something. It seemed he was on the hunt for something important, but what?
His train of thought was interrupted when a shriek came from the courtyard. It was animalistic in nature, but its sudden nature betrayed that the attacker surely wasn’t. Hell, the immense Ki coming from that direction was warning enough, he supposed. Why hadn’t he noticed their approach?
With silent motion through the shadows of the ruins, Vocado approached the edge of one of the upstairs rooms, peering down at the intruder gave him an interesting view.
Standing across from a charred corpse was a Demon. Fire burned brightly in his chest, like a furnace was simply part of his body. His armor was ornate and decidedly ancient. Just who was this? A mercenary looking for lost loot? One of Kayen’s goons seeking him out? Perhaps both.
Deciding to take the first move, Vocado let loose a single energy bolt. It was quick and near-powerless, aimed more at the ground to alert his foe rather than harm him.
”Make yourself known or make yourself scarce, Demon. I care little which you choose. Just know I have no patience for solicitors.”
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Post by Sensoa on Apr 12, 2019 16:36:59 GMT -6
Sensoa hadn't noticed the individual till they shot a beam at his feet, to which the demon looked down at the marking on the floor before then looking to the speaker. A man by the looks of it, but he was not familiar to the demon. His brow raised at the man's request, or perhaps demand would be more appropriate. The demon cared little if the man took offense to his intrusion, yet he was feeling generous today and so he simply chuckled.
"Names Sensoa Ghoun."
The demon spoke his name before looking about the place curiously, wondering just what it was this man was so defensive about. Well to Sensoa he felt defensive, like he was intruding on his home or something. But this looked to be ruins, ancient in comparison to the fresh saiyan... But upon closer inspection he looked surprisingly run down, in a way that the demon could not place. Perhaps the man was tired, or he was feeling particularly stressed. The demon supposed it was this place that was doing it to this stranger, after all being in this wasteland and if this was his home it made sense. Perhaps he was one of those crazy prophets who spouted about the end of the world and lived in a trash can. A rude thought but one the demon couldn't help but chuckle at.
"So whats your name stranger. If this is your home then I apologize for the cat."
The demon gave a small laugh before gesturing to the charred corpse, but remained standing where he was. He could sense this man's power and it felt weak. He was unsure what to make of this man, perhaps he didn't sense that Sensoa was stronger than he was? Or perhaps he was just so mad that it didn't matter he had just attacked a demon who had turned a wild animal to charred remains. Whatever the case was, the demon could only wait to see how the man responded.
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Post by Vocado on Apr 12, 2019 18:06:42 GMT -6
His name sure sounded demonic. Vocado stepped out of the shadows further, his cloak wrapped tight around his body to help conceal his rather large scar.
”It’s not my home, nor has it ever been; it was my family’s manor centuries before I was a thought. I’m here on request,” he paused for a moment, trying to think of his next words carefully. ”I was asked to look for something of importance. It’s a promise I ought to try keeping.”
With a name and a face you can know a lot, but it was unfortunate that this particular set was entirely foreign to the once-king. Sensoa was a name he hadn’t heard before, and despite his power he was surely not noteworthy to anyone of import. Even still, a rising star can be far more dangerous than one that’s been dazzling far too long.
Leaping to a higher vantage point, Vocado stared down at the Demon and interrogated further. ”Why don’t you answer another question, Sensoa Ghoun? Who’s crown do you kneel to?”
Was he laying it on too thick? He hadn’t put on his regal air in weeks. Perhaps it was a bit rusty.
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Post by Sensoa on Apr 12, 2019 18:55:31 GMT -6
Sensoa raised a brow at the man before him, who was apparently here on request to get something. Sensoa chuckled then at the idea but he supposed it must be an heirloom or something of import to draw anyone out this far. So the man then asked another question, one that ground the nerves of the demon but he supposed it was a reasonable one. The demon's eyes narrowed as he looked at the man in question, his smile growing as he thought back on the matter. He had not bent the knee to anyone but his father, a demon who's power he had not come to truly fathom until recently. The demon gave a shrug then before taking a step forward.
"I kneel to no crown, but I work along side the saiyan Kingdom. Worked for the world trade fleet a while, got tired of it and Kayen offered me a job. So... here I am. Not much work to be had, so I was looking for something to occupy me till I am needed."
He hadn't been asked the final bit, but volunteered the information willingly, just so they didn't have to go over it later. But then again, he supposed it didn't really matter to much. What he did in his own pass time mattered to no one but the demon and if this was not this man's home then he didn't really care what happened next.
"So tell me stranger who is keeping a promise, what is your name eh? Seems courteous to say your name in turn of me giving mine."
The demon gave a toothy grin as he looked about the place, wondering who lived her in the past. After all this place was ancient, probably older than even the demon. It would be surprising if the owner had managed to live long enough to pass any information on, which meant this had to be a promise to someone still breathing.
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Post by Vocado on Apr 14, 2019 13:36:39 GMT -6
The name curled his lip into a sneer. He knew Kayen had her grimes fingers in this one’s pot somehow. He just looked the type to follow her lead. Were he a Saiyan, Vocado wouldn’t have minded. Most of his people would be following her without question. She was the queen, after all. She’d earned the respect of her kin. An alien, though? She had to convince this one.
”You’ve made friends of the wrong sort, Sensoa. The Fleet would have treated you better.”
He turned away dismissively, trying to get back to searching before he heard the Demon’s next question. He was quite a curious beast. It was far from endearing.
”Vocado of House Bonemoon. The King who put in all the work. The first to ascend... The one who couldn’t live up to the legend.”
Surely he’d revealed too much of his self-pity. Woe is me, a squirrelly, vindictive voice echoed in his head. I’m such a failure! Please shower praise onto the failed king. I need it so desperately!
Kicking over a pile of burned paintings, he turned back to Sensoa, frown still on display.
”Tell me then, how’d she seduce you? Surely she promised you something. A manor on the beach, a planet of your own... Hell, you seem the simple sort. Maybe she promised you a good fight. Did she kick your ass hard enough to court you?”
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Post by Sensoa on Apr 18, 2019 2:06:51 GMT -6
Sensoa snickered at the man's words, saying he would have had better friends among-st the fleet. Perhaps he was correct, perhaps they would have done right by him, but they had refused the one thing he wanted. He had wanted to test his mettle against theirs, yet his challenges were met with either blatant refusal or ignored outright. He thought back on the days with the fleet, of the boring days he spent making a house and living peacefully. Those were days he spent not doing anything because the fleet did not give him orders, or even communicate with him. The only one he had even gotten to talk to was Kraktus and Fospha, one of which was dead now.
"Perhaps..."
Was all he said to the mention of the fleet, the saiyan then mentioning he was named Vocado. Kayen had talked about him, a former king who was exiled after his defeat and was also a super saiyan. He clearly not pleased to have been exiled and if anyone knew of that... it was Sensoa. His usual smile faded as he stared at the man, eyes narrowing as he thought about that for a moment. He had never truly sat down and thought about it till recently. He was never allowed to return home, and a sadness peaked in his chest. He had known he couldn't return but the thought suddenly hitting home. It was then he was asked a question, one to which the demon found both insulting and frustrating. He had not been convinced of her wishes alone.
"I didn't come to her because of a simple reason... I came to be of the saiyan kingdom when I disagreed with the World trade fleet and there habit of letting stray aliens drink children... Though in part of the fact everyone I kept meeting kept pushing the damned blame on me for being in their employment. You ever walk into a room and everyone just start complaining about how you work for someone. Yea, it got pretty old heheh."
With that the demon snickered, having made a joke only he would probably find funny. He supposed in the end it wasn't a funny matter, but to be frank he just stopped caring at this point. It didn't matter who ya worked for, everyone gave everyone shit in this universe. It was rather bothersome that he couldn't just break their jaws to shut them up like he did in the demon realm. Things would have been a lot less stressful.
"So Vocado, the exiled king of the saiyan kingdom eh? Well I know a thing or two about being exiled myself. Was a demon prince a long time ago... Now? Well I guess I'm just another grunt in the millions of others. Seems we've both hit rock bottom, one of us sifting through old rubble for gods know what and the other walking around in an empty wasteland with nothing to do."
The irony was the fact Sensoa worked for the same kingdom Vocado was banished from, and both were reduced to nothing more than wanderers at this point. Sensoa just wondered around looking for fights, and this guy apparently sifted through trash, well trash to Sensoa.
"But it is what it is."
Sensoa gave a shrug then, and for the first time in a long time felt like he had met someone who understood what it meant to lose their everything for nothing. But then again, he had just met this guy and that was a leap of faith to believe that. He had met a lot of people during his time in this accursed realm, and many of them believed a simple life was a traumatizing one or didn't know what it felt like to be so high only to smash into the rocks. However, the demon soon took a seat on the stone of a pillar, then picking up a rock to toss in his hands. He didn't know why he felt like staying, but he did. He was trespassing and it was blatantly obvious he had no intentions of leaving. Though the true question was, did Vocado leave first or would the demon?
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Post by Vocado on Apr 20, 2019 15:06:36 GMT -6
”Drink children?” Vocado paused his rifling. Maybe his theory about Chill eating Saiyan children wasn’t far off. ”I knew they were rough around the edges, but that’s... New.” The once-king shook his head. To think there was an inkling of consideration in his mind to help the Fleet dethrone Kayen.
Sensoa seemed sympathetic to Vocado’s current situation, curiously enough. They shared one bond of surprising similarity. Not only were they both royalty, but exiled royalty at that. Vocado didnt have to mention that his exile was self inflicted, though. That tidbit could be kept behind closed doors.
”Well if you’re interested in a date you can take a number. I think I’m supposed to meet up with... Anyone else.”
Maybe he was being too stand-offish. The Demon was just trying to make conversation, and making friends with someone who knew his issues from experience might be nice.
With a dull sigh, Vocado kicked a burnt pillow across the courtyard and sat across from Sensoa, shedding his cloak to reveal the missing limb beneath. His left arm was gone from the shoulder down, making him look like an unfinished drawing.
”A gift from Kayen,” he commented, gesturing with his missing limb as he spoke. ”I’m sure she’s better than the children drinkers, but I personally don’t see much of a difference.” He chuckled to himself. ”She take anything of yours when you signed up? Your lunch money maybe?”
He let Sensoa quip back, drinking in the environment as he both tried to keep the conversation going as well as try his best to remember where exactly that damn precious item his father wanted could have ended up.
”I’m going to kill her one day.” He looked away from the ruins, off into the sky like he was some brooding cartoon. ”I don’t know when, but I’ll do it. I don’t know why, though. That’s what I’m trying to figure out: What would I be killing her for?”
”Would it be for honor? My pride was shattered dozens of battles ago. Maybe it’d be for the crown? I don’t think I’m nearly that vain. Hell, maybe it’d just be because i want to. Because I hate what she represents.”
But what did she represent? Maybe she was a mirror. A broken, muddied, bloody mirror that showed Vocado what he would be if he’d have grown up in the thick of battle. If he earned his title like Zucceta did. Like all the old queens had. Did he want to kill Kayen to break that mirror, or to embrace that role she had stolen from him?
”What about you Sensoa? Got anybody you want to kill? Your old man maybe? I know you demon types love patricide... No offense.”
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Post by Sensoa on Apr 20, 2019 18:25:55 GMT -6
Sensoa chuckled at the man's response to the drinking people being new, apparently not aware of the red alien who took pleasure in killing the weak. Sensoa found it repulsive to his core, as he took no pleasure in slaughtering the weak. They were worthless sure, but to just execute them for fun was just weakness showing its face in those who thought they had power. The king then spoke of a date, to which the demon assumed he meant a time frame of some sort, unaware of the terms meaning. He raised a brow at its mentioning but simply ignored it as the king took a seat. Whatever that coded meaning meant, it was not relevant to the current conversation. The king then revealed the missing arm, speaking of a gift from kayen.
The demon took a seat across from the king as he spoke, making a quip that made the demon chuckle. She had taken nothing from him, but had given him a place of respite and it had given him a chance to regroup long enough to kill the ones who had enslaved him. This was a good thing, but he supposed to others Kayen would be a monster. The same could be said of Barban, in his prime he had slaughtered more people than Sensoa could imagine. But now the simple butler was a good hearted demon while others feared him despite his lack of power.
"Something like that. But nothing as bad as your arm."
Sensoa made no quip back, but simply stated the obvious on the matter. He watched the saiyan king as he tried to find a reason for wanting to kill Kayen, and while the demon didn't want it to happen, that was for Kayen to settle. He understood others coming back to kill him when he beat them, so he could not fault Vocado in this situation. The former king was confused on why he was going to kill Kayen, but was clearly intent on doing so.
"Because you want to. Do you need a reason beyond that? The desire to do it? In the end, everything we do is because we want to or desire something from it. I go to wars and participate because I want to, or I work because I want the money. So why not just want Kayen dead?"
Sensoa rolled his shoulder before looking at the ruins of their current seating arrangement. The fire from Sensoa had gone down a lot, his anger subsided now. He no longer was emitting heat like a furnace, which he hadn't even taken a notice of. He was then asked a question that the demon snorted at.
"I did... A man enslaved me, brought me to this accursed realm and brought about my exile because my clan believes I was to weak to break the enchantment. So when I regained my old strength after breaking free... Well His planet is barren now and he will never enslave another demon again. As for my father no, I have no desire to kill him or anything. I suppose if he and I were to fight I'd die. He is... I've fought him before with my brother and he was beyond anything that I could imagine. I'd almost say he was a god of demons. But if we were even? I doubt I'd kill em, no reason to. He set me loose on his enemies, and I enjoyed it. Never bothered me none."
Sensoa scratched his arm as he remembered his father sitting upon the throne, and remembering the times he along with Hakai having challenged their father to battle. They were defeated instantly before either of them could blink. He was beyond simple strength, Sensoa's father was a true monster that goes bump in the night.
"And no offense taken, my brother wanted to kill em. I couldn't say I ever understood why. It seems to be a common thing, kill the king, become king. New king has kids, kids kill the new king to repeat the cycle. Its how we cut out the weak in our ranks, at least where I am from. Not that its a bad thing, plenty of fighting, and plenty of people to bash. But once rumors of you being to strong cycle about, people stop challenging you. So in a way I am glad I got summoned here, but honestly this realm is utterly confusing and I hate it."
With that the demon looked back to Vocado and gesturing to him to speak up.
"What about you, you aren't gonna preach to me about how wrong it is to take what I want because I can? Seems to be a common trait of mortal kind... well earthlings at least. Hypocritical little bugs that they are..."
Sensoa spit the last bit, his dislike of human's evident in the venom and hostility to earthlings apparent.
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Post by Vocado on Apr 27, 2019 16:25:04 GMT -6
”I suppose it could just be that simple. Does that make me a bad person though?... Hell, do I care?”
Maybe he didnt. Not anymore. Having your pride shattered so completely and so frequently didnt exactly help his self image. He was never dead set on being some champion anyways.
He ignored his own troubles for a while longer, opting instead to listen to Sensoa’s tale of exile and betrayal. He’d had it rough, being enslaved and his power sealed away. Part of him wondered just how much power Sensoa actually had. Was he as strong as a Super Saiyan? Hell, maybe he was stronger than that Konatsian thing he’d fought.
”Heh. That’s one way to get revenge. Reminds me of some old stories from the Solar Empire days. Razing planets was a classic!”
Sensoa talked a bit more about his family, ending with a question of his own. It was an interesting thing, because had they talked just a few months ago, Vocado might very well have been the type of mortal to disagree with Sensoa’s methods. Now though? Maybe not so much.
”Saiyans used to follow the same rules, you know. Old king sticks around until the new king decimates him. That’s how Kayen and I did it, so I suspect it’ll happen again sooner or later. I think I prefer it that way. Survival of the fittest, and all that.”
Did he really believe that? It was hard to tell anymore.
He sat silent for a while, trying to think of what to say; what he wanted to really say, that was. An idea came to him eventually. One that’d make his idols frown.
”Sensoa... I’m curious. How loyal are you to Kayen, exactly?”
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Post by Sensoa on Apr 27, 2019 17:23:05 GMT -6
Sensoa could only smile as the exiled king spoke of how saiyans did things in the past, which he knew wasn't exactly how it was run now naturally. He had gotten use to it, but on this world there were fighters who could put up a decent fight even if they were merchants. Not always the case, but he had met the occasional individual with a good right hook on this world. But then came a question the demon had not had to answer before. How loyal was he to Kayen, the queen who had given him a challenge and a home. In a universe where he had either been hunted or rejected, he found a place to call his home. But was that the work of Kayen or her people was another question to be asked.
"Well... She gave my family shelter while I was hunted, gave me a place to belong... But I sense she has no enemies to fight. I have no use in her army. I am a blade with no foe to point at. I respect Kayen as a warrior and as a ruler... But I feel like she will grow complacent without a foe to fight and I worry I will be repeating what the world trade fleet did. I do not wish to see Kayen grow stagnant... So to answer your question in truth..."
Sensoa placed a hand to his chin, thinking on how to phrase what he wanted to say.
"I have no ill will to Kayen, but I have grown comfortable under her rule. I do not mind bending the knee as I've never saw myself as a true leader of men. I prefer to be in the front lines as they smash against our foes walls!"
Sensoa would raise up a hand before making a fist at the last bit, the sheer force behind his grip causing a loud boom to echo from it. He was clearly passionate about the last part.
"So I will say I am comfortable but it could be better. With no foe to wage against, I have nothing to sharpen my skills. Fight the world trade fleet? Who would I fight? Their handmaidens? They are weak, they don't bother to come for this planet. HELL they gave this planet up then sent one of their officials to die on its soil like a sacrifice. It was pathetic and it pisses me off to think this is the enemy I was thinking would be worth a damn..."
Sensoa snorted the last bit, looking off into the rubble, emerald eyes searching for answers.
"Pathetic, worms that wiggle against fate and pretend to be powerful. I want a fight against powerful foes, I want a war worthy of my name!"
Sensoa growled the last bit, having grown to passionate to realize he was rambling immediately but soon snapped out of it with a surprised look.
"Er... Sorry. I got carried away. But why do you ask?"
Sensoa looked to Vocado in question, curious as to what the man had to offer with that question. Surely it wasn't just an idle question, as it was very specific. Also given the fact he had been exiled by Kayen, Sensoa was figuring it was on that subject of betrayal. The demon was not one for assassinations or back stabs, so he wondered how this exiled king would tip toe around this subject. Sensoa was not one to jump ship so soon, but with the way things were going, he needed a reason to fight on.
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Post by Vocado on Apr 30, 2019 1:42:30 GMT -6
"Curious..."
Vocado sat and listened contemplatively. Though she'd offered him aid during his personal quest, his interest in fighting for her was dwindling by the day. His allegiance was easy enough to bend, he supposed. It was a careful act, though. The words of a silver tongue mean nothing when laced with the wrong type of honey.
"It's a simple enough reason, I suppose." Vocado stood up, turning away from Sensoa as he continued. "There's something I've been searching for. When I first rallied my people and began the rebellion I considered it, but since then it's been nothing but a dream in the back of my mind. A fantasy for a bolder Saiyan than myself... Until I lost, that is."
Vocado turned to face his potential soldier-in-waiting. "Are you familiar with Saiyan lore, Sensoa? History says that hundreds of years ago, Queen Zucceta used an ancient weapon to drain Arcose of all life. It was justice for their crimes against our people so many ages past, but her foes saw it as worse than that." He shook his head. "They saw it as chaos personified. As something to fear. She was forced to destroy her weapon and lose it to the depths of history, but I aim to bring it back with the Dragon Balls."
His speech seemed filled with vigor, but suddenly it faded. He sat back down, sighing. "Problem is, none of my people would stoop to that level. Nashua would condemn me in an instant, Ramen might consider it but even she'd have her reservations. Hell, Kayen might be the only one who'd agree to it, but she'd want the lion's share of it." Vocado scoffed at the notion, and fell silent. Had he hooked Sensoa yet, or was he still loyal enough to ignore thoughts of turning ones coat?
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Post by Sensoa on Apr 30, 2019 1:57:06 GMT -6
Sensoa placed a hand under his chin as he listened, the idea of the a weapon able to drain a planet of all its life was... well it was very interesting to say the least. The more the man spoke however, saying the others would scoff at the idea the demon found it interesting. That was a weapon to be used in war, it was the brightest of weapons. He only wished he had it when the king's world BURNED and he had glassed it over... A smile forming on the demon's face as he finished speaking. He had mentioned only four people, which made the demon realize just how many people were on the Saiyan kingdoms side worth a damn. Now that was interesting in of itself, but the king had not mentioned Sensoa and the demon knew what he was baiting at now.
"Hehe, I know what you are baiting at... So lets cut the shite Vocado. I ain't a stranger to changing sides if ya are trying to bait me in."
The demon slapped his knee as he stood up and threw his hands into the air. The only question he had now was who would this weapon be used on. If it could inflict THAT much damage he would refuse to use it on planet Vegeta, he lived here now.
"Now I ain't a saint, and I ain't no one to normally kill everything that moves... So I'll be blunt, I like the sound of your weapon. I love the idea of being able to destroy my enemies in one foul swoop. But the real question is..."
The demon then turned to Vocado before giving him a puzzled shrug.
"Who would you use it on? Personally I've grown attached to Vegeta and I am rather fond of this planet. But..."
The demon took his seat once more, staring vocado in the eyes with a sneer.
"If you are telling me I can get something out of this, lets hear it. I ain't for honeyed words king, I might be an exiled prince but I hated the ale holes who sat at the tables. So lets get to the meat, whats in it for me. I know you want me to help, I can hear it in your tone."
Sensoa wasn't an idiot, it was so hinted just then that you'd have to be a complete and utter moron not to pick up on it. No, Vocado had tried to lure him in with a bit of honey and Sensoa barged into it full throttle. He was just ready to get into this subject full throttle.
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Post by Vocado on Apr 30, 2019 15:38:30 GMT -6
”Well, I suppose subtlety isn’t a Demon’s strong suit. Very well then; I’ll cut to the chase.”
Vocado stood again, cracking his knuckle against his thigh as he walked closer to his potential ally. The heat the Demon exuded was noticeable, but the once-king didnt let it deter him from his speech.
”The weapon I speak of is The Tree of Might. When it finishes suckling the life force away from a planet, it produces fruit. Historians say that consuming just one fruit will increase your strength immesurably... And the tree can produce much more than a single fruit.”
”My proposition is this: When the time comes, and I acquire the seed, I want you to come with me to Arcose. We’ll start there, turn the planet into a husk, and move on to the rest of Arcosian space. Turn their little galaxy into a land of desolation. Each planet we destroy will bring us one step closer to becoming unbeatable.”
”Once we’re done with the lizards, we can move on to other planets. Vegeta will be retaken by me sooner or later, so I’d rather not turn it into an even harsher place to live.”
Stepping back a bit, Vocado raised his hand in a moment of self-admittance. ”Of course, you won’t be the only one I’m looking to recruit. We might have to share with a couple of warriors, but once we’ve gotten a few planets under our belt I’m sure that won’t much matter.”
”You needn’t make your decision yet, though. Stay here with Kayen as long as you like, but when the time comes and I collect it, I’ll call on you.”
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Sensoa
Archived
ARCHIVED - NG+ XP/PL TRANSFERRED TO DOREI
PL: 180,000
Lotus Seal (x2P) Ouroboros Seal (x4P) Final Seal (x11P) Anger Incarnate (x18T) Demon Spirit (x22P)
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Post by Sensoa on May 1, 2019 21:43:52 GMT -6
Sensoa listened to the man speak about a tree that sucked the life from the planet only to give a fruit he assumed would be the product of destroying a planet. He said it would increase one's power, but this disgusted the demon. He wanted no fruit that could extend his power... and yet he did find himself wanting to transform. But if he accepted a fruits help, any help in gaining power, was he even gaining it himself. Some part of him rejected the idea in whole but a weapon to suck the life from a planet, now that sounded interesting. He couldn't help but smile at the prospect of such a weapon. You could glass a world, destroy the world, or kill everyone on it but it didn't ruin it. This was the workings of the salt the ground so that nothing my live there again.... He liked it.
"I see. The biggest thing would be this... I don't want the fruit, it would promote weakness. You may have all of it, but I do not wish to have it."
Sensoa held up a hand before clenching it into a fist.
"But I do know one thing... It would draw the hatred of many people and bring them to fight us. NOW THAT sounds like fun. However... We have no dragon balls. Would we go to earth? If so.... the guardian will fight against us and I..."
Sensoa's resolved faltered then, remembering his friends face.
"I cannot force myself to fight those I would call family Vocado... Unless you have another source I will refuse on this, but should you gain them yourself I would not stop you."
The prospect of a weapon like this, of a potential war item sounded beautiful, it was to much for him to think about. It was a war machine's wet dream, to be able to not only turn a world desolate, but that would bring warriors from all over to fight. It would spark a war that could be the very heart of what he desires.
"I would join you then if you got the tree AFTER getting the earth's dragon balls... But I would not help in getting them. A member of my family guards them, and kin slaying... even if not blood. I cannot bring myself to do unless for a cause greater than myself. I am sorry."
Sensoa said this last bits, if nothing else he was absolutely loyal to his family. Chime he considered to be among-st his family. They had shared a meal, albeit he had left but still... Chime was welcome in his home and the green man had healed him. He had taught him meditation to help him remain calm, and was like a son to Barban along side Hyuki. That would be a sin he would rather die than commit.
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