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Post by Casca on Apr 28, 2019 6:43:43 GMT -6
Prison life was always the same, regardless of where you find yourself in the galaxy. Bad food. Bad beds. And bad company. The stunt Casca pulled in Vegeta’s Capital didn’t help. Apparently, the Magistrate didn’t take kindly to her pulling his tail. But what it did do was prolong the inevitable, a punishment Casca was not planning on sticking around for. Finding herself in a prison cell, the prisoner contemplated her escape. Having both the proper equipment and more than sturdy foundation, from what she could tell the prison was perfect. Which didn’t mean it didn’t weaknesses. “Can I get one of those,” Casca asked the security guard standing in front of her cell. The man blew a large cloud of smoke in Casca’s proximity. “What,” the man said while doing a poor impression of looking confused, “you mean one of these?” He took another drag of his cigarette while beginning to search his person for the rest. “You know, it’s against the rules to fraternize with the prisoners. But rules can be broken.” Finding his pack, the guard motioned to his prisoner to take a cig. As she reached, he retracted the cigarettes. Sporting a wicked grin, the tune of his voice changed. “Nothing in this world is free. You’re going to have to pay, just like everyone else.” The guard motioned Casca to grab a cigarette as he extended the pack again. Slower this time, Casca reached forward. “How bout I allow you to stay alive,” Casca delivered just as she bypassed the cigs and seized the guard’s wrist. “Those things can kill you,” she said before snapping the man against the cell. The struggle was real. But by its conclusion, the guard was found unconscious and naked in a prisoner’s cell. Casca was successful at subduing her captor, using his uniform and keys to walk out of the prison. Well, almost. “Hey, your not Peater,” was shouted at Casca as she attempted to leave the last checkpoint of the prison. Throwing her stolen hat at the final guard between her and freedom, Casca bounded into the air and in a cloud of dust, was gone. “A prisoner has escaped,” the guard yelled into his radio. A two-word response followed. “Find her,” and the radio went silent.
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Post by Sensoa on Apr 28, 2019 23:43:16 GMT -6
Sensoa had been with his family during their visit into the captial, the shopping being things of relative ease to come by. Things such as personal care, simply sundries and the like of that. Sensoa had been quite frustrated he was being forced to come along, but none the less he came with his family. Barban walking along the sidewalk with Sensoa in tow, Hyuki walked a head of them all while they went about their business. Sensoa with numerous bags on each arm while balancing boxes in each hand. He had a bored look on his face while he walked along. He had changed his appearance to a saiyan form, simply to avoid the all consuming question of what he was. He got tired of gawkers, of sightseeing tourist poking at them when they went about their business.
The demon was dressed in a pure black outfit, trench coat, gloves, pants, and dress shoes of all the same color. He had the look of a bored man unable to get away from the situation, watching the others walk about the side walk as he followed suit. They stopped at some shops here and there, the tiny cat woman bouncing about the place like a bubbling woman happy to be free of the confines of the Bastion. While the demon didn't know how this could be fun, he humored his caretaker with this. He had spent so much time travelling that he hadn't spent time with them, deciding to slow his roll with everything going on. That being said it didn't help everyone around was giving him curious looks, not because of his appearance but because the aura he gave off.
Sensoa's power was great, but on top of that he was constantly emitting a violent vortex of evil energy, anger, hatred and the desire to fight emitting from him like oil in water. He wasn't consciously thinking about it, but his soul had taken its toll with the recent events until now, and so when the sound of sirens rang out the demon's eyes lazily looked to the east. There he saw a prison between buildings, clearly visible with the lights and the shouting. He didn't know what was going on, but he had a vague idea that a prisoner had escaped. While he didn't much care, he did want to escape. However with a stern look from Barban he remained where he was. He hadn't seen where the prisoner went from his location and he would probably just be searching all over anyways. But none the less they kept their eyes on the prison.
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Post by Casca on Apr 29, 2019 12:12:31 GMT -6
“I think she’s heading to the slums, the Radditsu District, sir,” said one of the prison’s security guards crouched to the ground, as if trying to track a target across concrete was reliable. Peater, dressed in a new uniform, reprimanded the junior guard. “She’s wearing a Police uniform, she wouldn’t survive the day.” Peater smacked the two younger Saiyans on the back of the head before continuing, “Look for a Saiyan woman with blue hair. No tail. Five foot five. Slim build. Incapacitate, so there’s no need to resuscitate. We will sweep the district, one block at a time. Ground level will suffice, on my six.” Listening to the guards, Casca should have given them more credit. It is impossible to remain marginalized in a society as enormous as the Saiyan Kingdom. And when your believed to be dead, that can cause problems when that so called dead person reappears in their prison system, both alive and well. A few phone calls later, you’re deemed a traitor and a terrorist. But really? Only three guards? Casca peered around the corner again as the Saiyans proceeded down the far alley. Presuming she was in the clear, Casca dashed from her cover towards the street. Not stopping for traffic, she jumped over the first vehicle by planting her hands on its hood and maneuvered through the air. Landing on the adjacent vehicle’s roof, she continued to sprint across the various lanes of traffic without over thinking her escape. Mid-leap, a powerful but indescribable feeling overtook Casca. The Saiyan lost her concentration and toppled over an automobile and crashed into the next. Shaking the cobwebs loose, Casca felt an unbelievable force emanating from the Cucumber’s shopping district. Reacting without being overly deliberate in her thinking except putting distance between her and the prison, Casca stood against the vehicle before moving west. A screeching automobile sailed down the street towards the Saiyan woman as she started toward the shopping district. “The breaks are shot! Move, get out of the way,” shouted the driver, swerving across several lanes as he made his way towards the multi-car pileup Casca caused. Looking back at the lives she interrupted, Casca flexed her arms before taking a chance at being able to save these people. “There she is,” screamed one of the guards alerted by the sounds and commotion. “Get her,” he yelled in pursuit of the woman playing chicken with a several ton kinetic missile.
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Post by Sensoa on Apr 29, 2019 17:08:55 GMT -6
Sensoa was surprised when he saw a young woman jumping from car to car, her maneuvers were quick and to the point... at leas they were until she stumbled. A few moments later a pile up was happening of vehicles took place and then a few guards were yelling. The demon let out a growl as he turned in full, the butler quickly taking the bags he was carrying along with the boxes, Hyuki helping carry them as well while he got ready to fight. He didn't know what was happening, the woman gave off a weak vibe with her power but he had met those who could hide their strength. He figured she was the reason behind the sirens at the prison, but decided that wasn't important.
He was quick, disappearing from his spot leaving several by standers confused on where he went. He was already down the street before many could blink, in front of the car that was without breaks. His hand gripping the hood tightly enough to twist the steel easily before helping it slow down slowly. He did so gently as he could given the fact he was dealing with a car, but once it was stopped the demon looked to the woman then the guards in question. He didn't know if she was to be captured or to be saved right now, simply staring at the interaction before him.
"Oi oi oi! What the hells happening here?"
Sensoa said releasing the car and causing it to fall to the ground with a loud bang then seeming to deflate as its engine died. Apparently having a demon of his strength squeeze the front end, then stopping it from moving caused a lot of damage. Whatever the case may have been, the demon snorted angrily, having been interrupted but also thankful he was free to some action. He would apologize to Hyuki soon enough.
"Why are you in traffic? And whats going on?"
The question was directed at the girl, who had just nearly caused an accident, or perhaps people were already hurt. He was just focused on her at the moment.
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Post by Casca on Apr 29, 2019 21:23:46 GMT -6
Casca’s body tensed at the moment she believed her and the vehicle would meet. Closing her eyes for less than a second, the Saiyan readied herself for impact.
And nothing.
Before she opened her eyes, Casca could feel the atmosphere around her quake. Words escaped the young Saiyan as she dropped her hands and stared astonishingly at the stranger. Safe, for now, Casca now understood where the immense power from early originated.
At speeds Casca didn’t believe were possible, a tall and incredibly well dressed Saiyan stopped the out of control vehicle with a single hand. And then was interested in her. On all the days Casca chose to escape, she did it when a man of this power lurked on the other side.
The man dropped the vehicle, refocusing Casca. His voice had a weight to it that led Casca to believe he didn’t appreciate her interrupting his day. “I didn’t need your help,” the young Saiyan gestured to the crushed vehicle behind the man.
Casca could almost see the power radiating from the stranger as she slightly shifted her body into a more defensive posture. Deciding to show strength in a time when she should be terrified, the Saiyan spoke quickly, “If your expecting a favor or something, think again. That one was on you, I didn’t ask you for anything.”
All three guards began to cross the street in a much slower fashion than their target, but nonetheless they consistently made progress to Casca location. Growing anxious, Casca attempted to end the conversation. “I’d love to stay and chat, but I got a ship to catch. And I don’t owe an explanation to anyone.”
Turning in the direction of the security guards, Casca succumbed to idea this situation could turn even uglier.
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Post by Sensoa on Apr 30, 2019 0:56:49 GMT -6
Raised a brow as she got into a defensive stance, a smile forming on his face. He had met many in his travels, some with cowardice, some with just the desire to live, and others were just defiant. Many different faces, all with their own reasoning but this girl in particular seemed defiant. She could either sense his power, or was blatantly ignorant, it didn't matter to the demon. She was at least willing to bare her fangs at him, and he couldn't help but chuckle at her response. He held up a hand at the guards as they came running at her, a ki blast forming in his palm before unleashing a tidal wave of energy. It struck the guards, knocking them back and when the smoke cleared unconscious.
He'd deal with that later, right now this girl was interesting. She was clearly the escaped convict, a criminal perhaps, or perhaps she was innocent? He honestly didn't care, he put his hands in his pockets while he watched the girl in question. She reminded him of Kitiana, and that bothered him a bit. Sensoa didn't like that girl, but then again she wasn't the saiyan girl at all and it made the demon less on guard.
"No... You are not leaving... If its a ship you want, I will prove it. On the grounds you tell me your name and explain why they are chasing you."
As Sensoa finished speaking, Barban approached looking worriedly at the guards knocked unconsious and the destruction caused. He said nothing of it, as he could tell Sensoa was quite serious. Sensoa tucking his hands into his Jacket pockets and staring at her intently. No... She reminded him of Kayen, a look of defiance and rough to her. He was not good at telling what kind of person they were just by their looks, though if he fought her he might get a better understanding. Yet she was pitifully weak compared to him, so much so he hadn't noticed her presence by sensing. Only having seen her physically had he noticed her, which worried the demon. He couldn't tell if he should be happy or worried about his growth.
"My Lord... please. Lets not cause trouble on-"
"No! I will hear her explaination or I will break her bones then deliver her to the prison myself.... You are from the prison aren't you? Being chased by guards, dodging through traffic, nearly getting hit and being defensive the moment I asked you a question... Seems pretty suspicious yea? And if I didn't know any better I'd say you can sense powers too, but honestly thats just guessing. You were quick to get into that defensive stance. I respect it."
Sensoa had laid the fountains for conversation, and should the girl deny him talk he would simply take her to the bastion by force. Much like Kitiana, and again that thought made him sick to his stomach. Yet this was a saiyan girl, on vegeta.... but he couldn't shake the feeling this had all happened before. Like he was in a circle repeating itself....
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Post by Casca on Apr 30, 2019 9:32:15 GMT -6
Lowering her arms after protecting herself from an unknown concussive force, Casca stared dumbfounded at the conversation taking place. A Lord? Only Casca would have the luck to be seen consorting with someone of such high distinction after breaking free from prison, further highlighting her location and a most likely future arrest. Wiping the dirt from her face, Casca began to remove the police uniform to reveal her tactical suit, stripped of all its equipment. “ Trust me, I’m not worth your time,” the escapee said, taking a moment to sit down and wrestle the uniform’s oversized pants off her boots. Casca made it a point to face away from the powerful stranger as she spoke, not out of disrespect but out of fear of showing any possible weaknesses in her façade. “ I got caught trying to tie up some loose threads.” Folding the uniform, Casca’s began to wrap the belt around her knuckles and wrist. More out of instinct than actual intent, the fact her body may have moved for her in response to this man’s presence haunted the woman. Casca continued, shaken at first, before allowing the Lord or his help to do anything to change her mind.
“ It’s been one hell of a day. Losing to you would only be a sign from Vegeta himself that today wasn't my day. But what about tomorrow? Or the day after that. Where will you be,” Casca turned to face the man she was speaking to. Cracking her knuckles, she let one sharp grin cross her face before she remained expressionless for the rest of the conversation. " At the end of the day, we do it for them, yeah,” Casca gestured to whom she thought was the man’s family. “ So why would you stop me from doing the same. Think what you want about me, about my past, and about what this looks like. And whatever you are thinking is right, and I am worthless and probably deserve what’s coming.” Casca flexed her hand before solidly cupping it within the other. “ But even the damned have ones they love," she barked as she powered up! " And one's worth protecting!" new thread PL: 1,000 |
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Post by Sensoa on Apr 30, 2019 10:47:03 GMT -6
Sensoa raised a brow as the girl spoke, talking on about how she was tying up loose ends, but then went on to say what about tomorrow. She seemed desperate to get away from him, to which the demon frowned as she pointed to reference his family. Was she trying to save someone she cared about....? He could understand the desire to do so and the fact she had been bound was another point. But she seemed suspicious that she was really trying to get away from him. He said nothing as he stared at the girl in question, thinking his answer over carefully.
"Alright... I'll accept you disappearing for now... As for where I will be, the Bastion. Its a giant cruiser thats currently orbiting Vegeta as we speak."
With that the demon would take a hand out of his pocket before pointing upwards at the sky.
"I will have a ship waiting in two days from now on the port, a man will be standing at the back with orders to let you in. You ask for Sensoa Ghoun, the demon. If you come to my ship I will offer you two things... one is a place to sleep under my protection... and two a potential training partner for the sake of those you care about... If you care about them enough you will seek strength yes? Then we will train together and see if you are worth my time. Should You not arrive... I will take your arm as paymen the next time we meet."
Sensoa was dead serious, his face and tone betrayed not a hint of humor or lies. He would sever her arm if she did not arrive, but he supposed he would have to see her again for that to be a thing. The question would be why was he doing this, and the answer was quite simple. Kayen had wanted him to train the weaker saiyans he deemed interesting, not only for the saiyans benefit but also for the benefit of himself. He would train this girl, teach her as best he could and then when she was strong enough he would fight her. While he didn't believe she would show up, he held out hope this one wasn't a slag enough to miss out on the chance to have someone of his strength train them. Kitiana had betrayed him, and he wouldn't allow himself get attached to this girl so easily. If she didn't show up or even if she did he was determined to simply train her while that being it. He had made the mistake of believing he could make friends, and he knew now that was not possible.
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Post by Casca on Apr 30, 2019 13:10:31 GMT -6
Awestruck by the hospitality, the female’s body wasn't allowing her to relax. Visualizing the man’s journey to this point in time, Casca was compelled by the feeling she may have known this man in a previous life. Wanting to extend her gratitude, the Saiyan’s mouth remained shut.
Running through dozens of scenarios in a blink of an eye, Casca still couldn’t understand why Royalty would want to provide sanctuary for someone as disgraced as she. Shuttering because she believed she may have made a mistake, Casca clinched the man in a surely unwanted embrace. “Your hospitality will never be forgotten,” she whispered.
Turning before the man could object, Casca proceeded down the street. Looking back, she pointed two fingers to her head before sticking out her tongue and rolling her eyes in laughter. Waving over her shoulder, the Saiyan summoned the strength in her legs as she leaped into the air to take flight. Before she was out of earshot, she yelled down, “Thought you were going to kill me!”
Narrowly being captured and worse, killed, Casca left as fast as she could. Leaving possibly the most powerful man on the planet without having a clue, the Saiyan rocketed into the open sky. Escaping the highest of Cucumber’s buildings, Casca knew it was only a matter of time before she was located.
Still, believing leaving was the most obvious decision in guaranteeing everyone’s safety, Casca felt she could have at least told the nobleman her name.
No longer having the benefit of the steel jungle below, Casca soared towards the Radditsu District hoping to draw attention away from the gentleman below while remaining out of reach of the guards. She only needed to be quick enough to get there, where maybe she deducted would be a more level playing field.
These guards dealt with the city’s worst every day that is true. But what they do not deal with is their families. And there are thousands of them in the Radditsu District. That’s thousands of lives affected by the mundane and outdated rules of the Kingdom. Rules meant to protect them, but un-ironically do not.
Casca began her descent into the district as she prepared to wait out the next two days on the run.
Less than two days later …
Climbing out of a barrowed space pod, Casca buttoned up her jacket in an attempt to feel more in control. The overwhelming power from within the massive royal cruiser could be felt as her previous pod was still docking. Swallowing nothing but air, the young Saiyan made her way.
“Got any food in this place,” she stupidly harassed the echoes reverberating back at her from the massive space.
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Post by Sensoa on Apr 30, 2019 16:04:45 GMT -6
The girl seemed to take to his offer in a rather unexpected way, suddenly putting her arms around him before thanking him. The demon was so taken back by this his hands came out of his pockets and a genuine look of surprise was on his face. It quickly turned into an angry growl but before he could retaliate the girl would turn to begin leaving. He saw her take to the sky before attempting to lure the guards away, which was unnecessary but the demon appreciated it none the less. Barban sighing before looking at Sensoa with a worried expression. "You realize you are putting yourself in the same situation as back on earth right?"Sensoa said nothing for a long time, simply watching the girl disappear into the distance, once she was gone the demon turned to leave as well. "Aye, but I am on vegeta, I want to believe this worlds different. So let us see if it is."The demon returned to Hyuki where Barban and Sensoa picked up her bags before returning shopping. In truth the demon was full aware that what happened with Kitiana was very well possible again. He could be distorting his thinking into believing it was different but in the end... He wanted to believe that this world was different, this world was his home after all. This girl was a chance to witness the difference in earth and vegeta. While it may have been a completely and utterly way to witness it, he wanted to try none the less. And so their shopping trip continued, the demon packing the bags as his mind justified the reasons for his offer the whole day. ------  The ship arrived, the girl stepping out of the vessel, asking if they had food in this place. Sensoa had been waiting along with a crew member, the two exchanging information about the ship, and its stocks. They had gained a considerable amount of wealth from the sheer volume of weapons, and other treasures aboard this ship. It had been enough to keep the demon and his family living a good life for centuries unless they just wasted it completely and utterly. Not to include the treasures pillaged from the kings world, they would not want for the rest of their days. The demon was still wearing his disguise, perhaps still out of shame for his failures on earth in the hurting of those innocent people. Perhaps he was insecure, it didn't matter. What mattered was the fact he had a new saiyan recruit to train, and this time... this time he would teach her to the best of his abiltities. The demon stepped forward at her request for food, and he chuckled. A saiyan was known for their appetite and she was no different it seemed. "Aye, I will have Barban fix you a meal immediately."With that the demon gestured to a crew member who was standing nearby awaiting orders, a personal hand servant for when Barban was not immediately present to assist the demon. He treated his people well, as all who lived aboard this ship had grown to be his family as well. The Bastion was a house of sorts, a well constructed and deadly one but none the less a home for all this people. It wasn't just saiyans but aliens of all kinds, be they Arcosian, konatsion, human or otherwise. Each went about their role to make sure their home was well situated. Even some of the slavers that Ramen had brought with them after they had conquered the Bastion worked here, Sensoa having offered them forgiveness in exchange for work. "It will be done shortly, and we will sit at the table to discuss the future. But for now I want to know something. You said you were worthless, I find that hard to believe. I want to know why you came here beyond my invitation. What did you seek in this place. Training? Strength? A home?"Sensoa gestured then to the large bay they were in, saiyan space pods, ships of all different shapes and sizes, a royal space ship that was currently in repairs could be seen in the distance of the bay. It was extremely big, and would take a person several minutes of walking to reach the other side. A large group of people were in this bay, probably over fifty or sixty people, all working on their own things but helping each other. "I can help you grow stronger, stronger than you are now. Or I can simply offer you a home, a place to rest your head when the world weighs you down."Sensoa said before returning his gaze to the girl in question. There he waited for her response, wondering if she would take his offer or just dismiss it. He would not blame her for disappearing from here, it was an offer that extended only to the willing. He had come out of no where with it, only having offered her a place to visit in the streets and now a home along with the potential to grow stronger. But the offer was there none the less. |
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Post by Casca on Apr 30, 2019 19:37:58 GMT -6
Meeting a large majority of the ship’s staff and the related, Casca felt overwhelmed. The Lord introduced the Saiyan to almost every one, personally, truly displaying genuine affection for those present in his every day life. Believing to never truly have had a place to call home, Casca shielded her face as he laid out a future with her in it.
Ashamed, the young vagabond bowed before royalty, in an earnest attempt to show some dignity. “I’m more valuable than I look,” she humbly inserted into the conversation, missing all social cues of when to speak. “I have been pushed by people all of my life. I’ve stood by while I watched those I love be killed. I’ve killed.” Rotating her arm in such a slight way, she produced a clicking noise from the bones within her shoulder.
“I’ve been to hell and back, and believe me, there’s not much of a difference between the two places,” quickly laughing in an attempt to reassure herself the joke was somewhat funny Casca decided to lay it all out there.
“I don't know if I'm worth your time. I don’t even know if I’m capable of trying anymore,” Casca said while pretending like her hands where the most interesting thing in the room. “I always thought one day I could find ‘em. It’s the only reason I’m doing all of this,” her voicing rising uncontrollably towards the end. “It’s to be reunited with them. My family, my real family.”
Taking a heavy step, the Saiyan tried to further plead her case. “I want to believe they are alive but every bit of evidence that turns up, turns up inconclusive. I survived, why didn’t they?” Casca sat down her rucksack as she arrived at the King’s feet.
“It’s apparent I can’t do this alone. Maybe,” Casca extended her arm. “I need some help. What I'm doing, isn't working. The name’s Cassandra Madani, but most people call me Casca.” The young Saiyan left her hand extended, hoping for a handshake.
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Post by Sensoa on Apr 30, 2019 21:28:57 GMT -6
The demon listened silently as the girl spoke, speaking on having watched those she loved die before her, and that she had killed before. This was nothing new, a thing most of his crew had done and it was even more so to the factor of the demon. He had slaughtered more than he cared to even try to count. As the saying went, you couldn't count the number of dead men behind me. Yet that was not to be debated or introduced here. She then went on to explain she didn't know if she was worth his time and he felt a pang of disappointment. While he was hoping she would want to grow stronger he wasn't running a charity, she would need to grow stronger and be willing to put in the effort. That was the price to be paid for his help and she was admitting she might not be up to the task.
"My name is Sensoa Ghoun, Exiled prince of the demon realm. What you see before you is a disguise, an illusion created from magic."
With that the demon let out a sigh before his form began to ripple like melting wax, soon changing and morphing to reveal a much taller and demonic looking figure. His multiple eyes on each shoulder turning their gaze to the girl before he stood silently. Now he was about eight feet tall, towering over his previous disguise. He crossed his arms before sighing.
"You say you are unsure if you can even try, but I will stress this before hand. We do not tolerate slacking, even a little. Everyone here has their stories, and their reasons for being here. I don't offer training out of some goodness of my heart, it is for the better of the Saiyan Kingdom when I find someone worthy to train. So I will say that if you are not up for this training then you are welcome to stay on the ship as long as you fulfill your duties."
Sensoa's eyes went back over the whole of the bay, thinking on the situation.
"I am not an easy teacher, I won't be gentle or nice while we train. I offered you a place to stay on the ship because I believe you have the potential to be worth something to my vessel. This is not charity, it isn't pity and I won't allow anyone to hold us back... As for the training, it will be tough... It will be hard work and your spirit will be tested. If I find ya lacking then you will be put down from the training."
Sensoa gave a shrug at the last bit, indicating dropping her was not a big deal and he didn't have any high expectations from this. His mind went back to Kitiana then and he felt a pang of disappointment. This girl was turning out to be just like her after all, weak willed and undisciplined for effort. That was how he saw it currently and he felt frustrated by her response.
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Post by Casca on Apr 30, 2019 22:09:06 GMT -6
Initially caught off guard by the demon Prince's appearance, Casca understood it was for her comfortability that he remained camouflaged as long as he did. Trying to make lite of the transformation, Casca spoke up, "I've seen worse."
Feeling the demon Prince's disappointment, Casca privately swore to never make a joke about Sensoa's appearance ever again. “My grandfather used to say, act like prey and the predators will come. I think you two would've had a good time.” Shouldering her bag, the Saiyan took in the totality of who was offering her a second chance.
“And your right about being tough, too many kids nowadays get participation medals for doing absolutely … nothing,” Casca paused to wink at Barban. “In my spare time, I’ll take a look at your propulsion systems. I used to work on spaceships, not ones as big as this,” she emphasized her comment by showing it with her hands, “but you know, how hard could it be?”
Looking for her cigs due to muscle memoery, Casca's face grew red when she realized what she was doing. Quitting was when of the hardest things she ever did. As she adjusted to her head and eventually her hair which she brushed from her face from, the Saiyan wanted to show she too was serious. “I have no problem earning my keep, a job’s a job, right?” Shrugging her shoulders, Casca added, “But know this, being my new boss and all. I've never worked an honest day in my life." The Saiyan would have continued but her stomach growled.
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Post by Sensoa on May 1, 2019 21:19:58 GMT -6
The girl went on to speak then about her grandfather and how they would get along. It made the demon feel old, to which he grumbled under his breath about. She then volunteered for propulsion to which the demon simply nodded, once she had her stomach filled he would have someone show her the quarters. She also admitted to never having worked an honest day in her life and frankly it was a good thing. Their line of work was not fully sanctioned by the saiyan kingdom, the demon hadn't shown Kayen the ship nor had it truly been integrated into the army. It was both a blessing and a curse as he hadn't the authority to land the bastion which made it much more frustrating to restock. It got done, but it was a rough time hauling cargo for a ship this big on multiple ships.
"Well thats for your true boss to decide. I'll introduce her once you have eaten. Speaking of food I think I heard your stomach growl. Lets go eat."
With that the demon's disguise would take form once more, the demon placing a hand on the girl's shoulder before leading her hopefully to the elevator where they would go up to the next floor. On this floor the demon would lead her down a long set of hallways, to the eventual room of the day, the dining room. The two would stand outside the room before he would open it to reveal an extravagant room fit for royalty. The demon adjusting his tie as he entered, and hopefully Casca would have followed suite. Several carts of silver and gold on each side of the room, a proud lupine butler standing by the chair Sensoa would sit at. Barban having brought enough food for five people, but he did so to show they had plenty to offer like his master and lord would have wanted. Sensoa gave Barban a smile before turning to Casca.
"Take a seat, and I'll have Barban serve us up some food. Eat your fill."
Sensoa was then ready for Casca to sit where he would also take his seat shortly after to await the Butler to begin serving them. Once all where seated, the Lupine demon would hold his hands out, magic circles forming at his finger tips before several golem hands would all form at the silver and gold carts. The hands working quickly to fill the table with extravagant feasts, all from different corners of the galaxy and suited for any taste bud. He had only ever shown one other person this room, and that was Kraktus. He had hoped for Kayen to show up here one day, but knew she was busy. After all was set, it would only take one to reach out to the food to pick what they wanted.
"Just point at something if you can't reach it, the golems are sentient enough to realize what you want."
Sensoa would say as he sat patiently waiting for Casca to begin eating.
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Post by Casca on May 1, 2019 23:19:46 GMT -6
Casca’s eyes narrowed as the bright lights of the elevator shown through the opening doors. Crossing the barrier, she stood with the Demon Prince in his Saiyan form. Not sure of what to say, she again resorted to nodding in agreement during their small talk. Several hours ago, she thought she was boarding a spaceship to pick up some decent work and a chance to lay low while her notoriety subsided. Now, she witnessed firsthand a spaceship that more closely resembled a palace in the clouds than an interstellar, space fairing freighter. Stunned, Casca followed the demon Prince through the inner workings of his mega-ship, called the Bastion, before stopping outside of the largest doors yet. The Demon Prince perfected his appearance as Casca felt self-conscious about her attire, an oversized hooded jacket with battle armor underneath. Turning in a jolt of anxiety, the Saiyan was shocked to see a trail of dirty footprints shadowing the route the two previously took. More tense than ever, Casca gestured she would follow Sensoa, making sure to shield his vision from her mess. Buttoning in her over shirt, tucking her hair behind her ears, Casca eventually ran out of reasons not to follow. So she did. Following the Prince’s lead, Casca sat at the opposite end of the dinner table. Any thoughts she had that every crew in the galaxy could be found incompetent went out the window when they displayed a mastery of sorcery, producing mind-bending cuisine in mass. A Philly Cheesesteak with fries. An Ajisa Fowl over local produce. And then she saw it. Her mouth metaphorically dropping to the floor, Casca spotted what would become known as the greatest dish to ever be invented in the entire known galaxy. Or at least in her own mind as she made an indication to the golems she wanted the whole dish. The best dish. Saiba-wolf chops with Tuffle truffles, seasoned with spices from Cacumber. Once hearing a small portion of this dish alone was worth an arm and a leg, Casca moved like a zombie to a fresh body, as she stuffed her face straight into the meal. With her cheeks reaching their capacity, the Saiyan blurted out, “ I can’t believe you live like this.” Finishing the plate in less than two minutes, she began planning where she would attack next. First eyeing the Froz City caviar, it took Casca devouring several more dishes before she snapped back to reality and remembered she was eating with royalty. Unsure of what to say, she divulged, “ I take after my Dad,” as if that meant anything to anyone, especially the Demon Prince. Sporting a grin while rubbing the back of her head, Casca confessed, “ I’m ready for dessert if you are?” |
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