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Post by Roma on Jun 25, 2019 19:21:03 GMT -6
|Road Taken| - Roma's PL: 15,000
Attention caller, this number belongs to Kalabas Strongbone, Duke of Strongbone. At the present moment I am unable to answer your call. Do not leave a recorded message nor attempt to call me again unless you have a pressing matter. You have been warned.
Thank you.
Click.
There was a brief pause after the pre-recorded message ran its course, a long stream of silence that was far more deafening than any words could ever be. Without fail, the Duke of Strongbone always answered his phone within the first two rings. Then, Roma would say something that was the exact opposite of a pressing matter, like how she stubbed her toe, or saw a weird rock. Then he would hang up. That was how they kept in contact, and as much as Roma hated the world and herself, she still felt grateful for the fact that the Duke actually cared about her. Maybe not who she was now, but who she could become, if she really wished. Nonetheless, it was a sentiment she desperately needed to stop herself from spiraling further and further into her own self-pity. Even if she could never say it properly, she appreciated his company.
He hadn't picked up his phone in who knows how long.
How many times had Roma tried to contact him, now? She was scared to check. All she wished was to hear something from his voice, other than the same words, day in, day out. She didn't know what had happened to him- however, her pessimistic nature filled in the blanks accurately enough. He was well and truly dead, she was sure of it. Belle was missing. She hadn't seen Voccado in ages. The blue ogre wasn't anywhere to be seen- now, she was alone. She really had nobody left to cheer her on. She was sure that she didn't deserve it, but she needed it.
But it wouldn't come, since she had ensured that everyone she had ever met despised her, and wished nothing more than for her to leave.
So, she turned to the one thing that she was confident in, the one thing that she could take a smidgen of pride in- machines. The Tuffle Ruins were a lovely place to scavenge old tech, and while the Destron certainly wasn't pleasant, she had built up a bit of a tolerance for how much time she spent here. She sat on a heap of metal, inspecting some gadget that did something-or-another.
She let a pained breath. What was the point of scavenging for tech if there wasn't a soul who cared about her ship? It was large and grandiose, but the only passenger it had recently held was her. She dropped the gadget on the ground, instead opting to just put her head in her arms. Maybe, she thought, it was better to stay like this and let the gas do its work.
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Post by Korla on Jun 26, 2019 12:54:01 GMT -6
| Korla PL: 16,000 |
While Roma had already found a good spot to do some scavenging Korla was still in search of usable tech, having the noisy little repair droid to act as a sort-of guide however was allowing her to move a bit more quickly through the ruins avoiding less useful scrap heaps and downed mechs as the tiny droid performed preliminary scans for the tech she needed. Unfortunately of course ship parts appeared to have been among the first things stripped from the capital and scouter parts were so finicky and fragile that what few she COULD find rarely had anything usable after so long. Her searched continued in vain until the little droid let out a quick series of low volume beeps as it’s single optic sensor lit of bright red as it detected a non-Tuffle. It took Korla only a moment longer to spot the woman digging through scrap and just a moment beyond that to recognize her for what she was. A Saiyan. Korla’s hands tightened into fists as she grit her teeth, if it wasn’t bad enough that the Saiyans had destroyed them they were STILL picking the bones of the capital after all these years. “Shush, I need quiet” Korla said getting the droid to silence itself as she began to sneak closer using various downed buildings and other scrap piles to hide herself as she moved to approach the woman from behind. “You don't belong here Saiyan.” she said once she was close enough and this time as she clenched her first she felt something form in her hand, the familair shape of a standard issue blaster. It took Korla off guard for just a moment before she took aim at the Saiyans back. No time to question a new quirk of her altered biology when she had a Saiyan to deal with.
Korla Multipliers: x1 |
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Post by Roma on Jun 27, 2019 15:11:49 GMT -6
|Road Taken| - Roma's PL: 15,000
Fortunately for Roma, timely intervention by a strange white being prevented her from just laying down and dying. She lifted her head, shooting the woman an inquisitive look. She first noticed the gun in her hands, but honestly, didn't feel all that threatened. Maybe a bullet would do her some good- it did the first time, anyways.
Roma considered her words for a brief moment. It certainly wasn't a phrase she expected to hear- most Saiyans kept their distance from the Destron-choked city for many various, just reasons. Twas only because Roma had the blood of a mechanic that she chose to spend her days here at all- hell, she would've expected to hear that phrase more if she were in a Saiyan city!
History class was one Roma either slept through or skipped, and thus she really didn't even know what a Tuffle was, much less cared about what they did here way back when. All she knew was that there were people who lived here once that called themselves Tuffles, and all the bots she had hijacked and re-programmed had some kind of Tuffle identification procedure, or something.
Roma sighed. She turned her head away from the woman and went back to looking at the ground, pushing the piece of tech she was just examining around with her foot. "Lady, I'unno who you are, but ain't nobody's lived here for, like, I dunno. A long-ass time." She groaned, flipping her phone open and closed idly. "I don't think anyone really cares who comes through here. You gonna start tryin'a police ruins? Good luck. Place is huge. Filled with shit that's real easy to re-purpose and re-program. I'unno why they'd ever leave, seemed like they got a good gig goin' on."
She then turned her head back, shooting the pearly white girl a nonchalant, almost bored look. "If you wanna shoot me or whatever, be my guest. Still dunno why you'd care I was 'ere, though."
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Post by Korla on Jun 27, 2019 16:26:55 GMT -6
| Korla PL: 16,000 |
Korla’s scowl only deepened as the Saiyan woman went on with her excuse for being here, claiming that since ‘nobody’ lived here and it had been so long that suddenly made it alright for her to take what did not belong to her. Of course the Saiyan saw it radically differently than Korla and were the woman not a Saiyan Korla MIGHT have given her a pass. As fresh as the wounds of war were for Korla they were ancient history for most people. The Tuffles were barely even a footnote in history at this point, history even most attributing some of their technologies to the SAIYANS because to the rest of the universe it HAD come from them, just after the Saiyans had butchered their original creators and likely bastardized the technology. “I CARE because I DO live here, I was BORN here. You Saiyans took everything from us, and apparently can't even leave the bones of our society be, are you Saiyans STILL so inept that you can't get anywhere without stealing Tuffle technology” Korla snapped back at the woman not quite yet taking an actual shot at her instead finally getting a chance to vent some of the fury that had built up over the past few months, and beyond that the fury that had been locked away for centuries while she lay dormant. The least the Saiyans could have done was leave the capital be, from what Korla could tell all of their other cities were gone, likely leveled and built over by the Saiyans, and yet that was apparently not enough.
Korla Multipliers: x1 |
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Post by Roma on Jun 29, 2019 9:27:12 GMT -6
|Road Taken| - Roma's PL: 15,000
This was getting more confusing by the second. Was this some insane, infected alien? Did the Destron Gas get to her? Seemed like a reasonable explanation to Roma- in fact, it seemed like the only explanation. This place had been a ruin for as long as she could remember- and she had scavenged through the wasteland many-a-time. There was no way she wouldn't have noticed another scavenger after the years she spent looking through here- so what was the girl even talking about? Was she just talking out of her ass?
Regardless, Roma decided to humor her. "I mean, I'unno anyone else who comes 'round here to scavenge. Saiyans don't really care 'bout whatever be layin' round here, usually." She sighed, flipping the discarded piece of tech she was staring at earlier on top of her boot. Her boot then flicked upwards, transferring the tech into the air, then into her hands. She peered at it a moment before shrugging. "See, I was lookin' for a way to make my hyperdrive a bit faster, yeah?" She tapped her foot, seemingly changing the subject.
"Said it yourself, aint no Saiyan 'round that can tell me shit about it. So, here I come. Wouldn't y'rather have your, uh, legacy or something, live on than leavin' this genius tech here to rust and rot forever?" She'd go along with whatever pretense the strange alien wished to set for now- she must have felt everything in the place was hers, and that it was her own society, or something. Roma didn't really understand how you could call ruins a society, but hey, she had thought crazier things.
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Post by Korla on Jun 30, 2019 19:56:35 GMT -6
| Korla PL: 16,000 |
“Saiyans poke around her far more than you think. Most of them just swoop in to destroy more of what remains for fun” Korla snapped back at the woman as she claimed Saiyans did not spend much time in the ruins, truth be told as far as Korla was concerned ANY Saiyans present here were far more than would ever be reasonable. Korla was very briefly distracted by the Saiyan woman playing with the tech and giving her explanation of what she intended to do with it, in all honest the idea of a Saiyan even being capable of pronouncing ‘hyperdrive’ was impressive, though of course that really was just her hate speaking. She knew smart Saiyans existed, she’d killed her fair share of them in an effort to hinder the Saiyan’s advancements on Tuffle cities as they tried to assimilate Tuffle tech into their raids. “Yes I WOULD rather see it rust and crumble to nothing naturally rather than see it in the hands of a Saiyan. Your people have stolen enough from mine. Why can't you build your OWN technology instead of grave robbing from the people your race drove to extinction.”
Korla Multipliers: x1 |
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Post by Roma on Jul 7, 2019 15:41:51 GMT -6
|Road Taken| - Roma's PL: 15,000
As if it wasn't confusing already, the strange, white-skinned girl just needed to make it even more so. She would like to see her tech crumble than have it used by a Saiyan? Her race drove hers to extinction? Her blank, confused look betrayed Roma's thoughts. There were so many things wrong with the girl's statements that Roma didn't even know where to begin.
"Uh, okay, first off, how'd the Saiyans drive you to extinction? Most of us were, like, dead, not even a few months ago?" She knew this from first-hand experience. "Like, I don't really jive with a bunch'a em' Saiyans anyways, but like, that's doesn't make any sense. Last few campaing's didn't end in no extinction, far as I know."
She then jutted an accusatory finger at the girl, her eyebrow cocked. "Second of all, lady, what even are you? I ain't never seen or heard of anyone like you in my life. Like, maybe you're remembering shit wrong? I'unno how we could've wiped you out when we don't even know who y'are. If I don't even know who y'are, how the hell're you so important that the Saiyans wiped y'out? Did your planet have, like, resources and shit?" She shook her head, motioning to the city around her with her arm.
"But you're sayin' you live here! The hell, girl? Are you mental? You got brain damage?" Perhaps not the best words to say at gunpoint, but it wasn't as if Roma cared much for the consequences.
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Post by Korla on Jul 8, 2019 4:23:47 GMT -6
| Korla PL: 16,000 |
Korla’s expression barely changed from its previous furious state as the Saiyan started talking a bit more, it seemed her own confusion over the situation had gotten her curious enough to start asking more pointed questions about everything Korla was mentioning. Korla had avoided outright stating what she was at first mostly because she had figured that the Saiyan would have figured it out by now, apparently however whatever amounted to schooling for Saiyans chose to neglect their history. “Did our planet have resources?” Korla let out an involuntary laugh though it was one not born of actual amusement but rather to her the absurdity of the comment to someone who knew what the Saiyan clearly did not “Oh yes, my planet definitely had resources you Saiyans wanted. Harsh wildernesses for training, stronger than standard gravity, and an abundance of technology created by my people for yours to steal. I should probably stop being coy with you since clearly you Saiyans STILL lack the ability to understand context”“Your recent ‘campaigns’ may not have ended in extinction because my people were not a RECENT campaign. We were your FIRST, THIS planet was our planet, THIS city was our capital, because I am a TUFFLE. It is only through my father's work that I was kept alive” Korla felt something strange inside herself, an urge she was unfamiliar with pushing her to do something she was not quite sure of. What she did know was that she needed to hurt the Saiyan, and truth be told while the entire feeling was strange and disconcerting, she was MORE than willing to follow through with that, and so Korla aimed her blaster a bit lower taking aim at the Saiyan’s side and fired trying to take a distinctly non-lethal shot at the Saiyan.
Korla Multipliers: x1 Items: None Techniques: None Current KP: 3/3 |
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Post by Roma on Jul 12, 2019 18:29:10 GMT -6
|Road Taken| - Roma's PL: 15,000
Roma had been anticipating getting shot the whole time they were speaking. She'd literally been at gunpoint, after all. She was sure that she wouldn't care about being shot- after all, she'd be just fine with going back to her ghostly state, but she didn't account for a crucial variable. Getting shot hurt. Like, a lot. Roma doubled over, gripping the spot where she was shot with a deep groan. "Shit, fuck, you actually shot me!" She groaned into the ground, writhing as she did so. "Augh, you bitch! Eugh, argh..."
Soon, Roma collected her composure and flipped on her back, giving the pearl-skinned Tuffle an extremely disgruntled look. "Oh my Kami, did'ja not hear me? Why'dyou think sayin' your name is gonna tell me shit!" She groaned and slammed her forehead on the ground a few times to try and distract herself from the pain. "Kami damn, yeah, I know Saiyans can be pretty shitty, but that's just how we do things! Your race or whatever got brains, but y'all were probably weaker than us! We didn't get brains, so we just take what we can't make!" Roma crumpled her mouth into a grimace, continuing to stare her opponent down. "I'unno! Maybe you just weren't as smart as Saiyans were strong. That's on you, aint it?"
And to top it all off... "And, 'sides, weren't Tuffles some kinda Saiyans? I don't even know what you are!"
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Post by Korla on Jul 14, 2019 16:55:34 GMT -6
| Korla PL: 16,000 |
Korla smirked as the Saiyan was very quickly reduced to pained shouting as she writhed on the ground, she had figured that the shot might be enough to finally shut the Saiyan’s mouth but instead it only seemed to spur her on to talk MORE much to Korla’s annoyance, the brief moment of joy she had gotten out of taking the shot was quickly wiped away as the Saiyan rambled on confirming everything that Korla had more or less figured about the Saiyans. Nothing had REALLY changed, the Saiyans might put up a smokescreen but at their core they knew exactly what they were. The fact she went on the blame the Tuffles for their own death caused the blaster Korla had created to crack in her grip before dissolving back into herself, but angry as she was the Saiyans last comment, even as offensive as it was for her to propose the idea that Tuffles were at all related to Saiyans, actually brought on an almost eerie calm over Korla. Her mind was all too quickly flooded with knowledge, not all of it quite made sense but what she did know was it felt right, just like her instinct to take the shot before had felt right. “You will” Korla spoke with the hint of a smirk as she clenched her hand into a fist and lunged at the grounded Saiyan aiming to strike the blaster wound, if successful the result would not actually be the impact of a punch, instead Korla’s arm would melt into the wound followed by more and more of herself as Korla’s entire body broke down into a liquid like state and invaded Roma’s bloodstream.
Korla Multipliers: x1
[UT] Tufflization used! If successful Korla will begin the process of possessing Roma and converting her to the Tuffle cause!
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Post by Roma on Jul 20, 2019 13:35:53 GMT -6
|Road Taken| - Roma's PL: 15,000
On the list of things Roma had expected to happen to her, having the girl quite literally enter her body was not even a consideration. There were a lot of ways in which you could react if you feel that you had been slighted- you could talk it out, forgive and forget, et cetera. More commonly, though, you just, well. punched them. Shot them. That was what made sense to the Saiyans, anyways. So, when the girl reached inside of her, Roma knew something was up. This was dangerous.
She scooted back, attempting unsuccessfully to flee the foreign object entering her body. She needed to run- get up and run. Whatever this was, it wasn't good for her- it couldn't have been good for anyone. She needed to escape from here- escape from the scrapland, get back to her home, her people...
-but something foreign was stopping her. She stared ahead at the empty roads, naught but debris and evidence of conflict long lost to time. What was she even returning to? The Saiyans? Did they even want her back? The only one who really seemed to care for her was dead, and well, what did she gain by staying with all the others? Nothing. They didn't really want her around.
Yes, yes! She hated them. That was what made sense. Of course she hated them. They didn't care about her talents, they didn't care about anything. They were a bunch of monkey savages! The girl was in the right, wasn't she? She had to be! Of course she would hate the Saiyans. You would need to be crazy not to.
Roma stopped struggling. Her arms went limp, her form ceasing to omit the energy needed to escape these wretched lands. She felt different. She knew something was wrong. Dazed, vision blurry, she reached out a hand towards nothing. "...what?" She choked, unfamiliar sensations filling her mind and body. Whatever this was, it wasn't pleasant, and it didn't seem temporary, either.
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Post by Korla on Jul 23, 2019 20:51:40 GMT -6
| Korla PL: 16,000 |
Korla had not been entirely sure what to expect when she had followed her instincts with her ‘attack’ on the Saiyan, it had been a calling that she simply felt she could not refuse. Were she able to think about it she might have wondered if this was as strange and confusing for her as it was for the Saiyan. At least she had the benefit of knowing she was about to do something unexpected. Once the process had begun she could tell there was little she could do to really stop herself, at least immediately. Her body was broken down to a liquid like state, in this form she had a sort of conscious control over ALL of herself though what parts of herself she was not focused on appeared to act independently towards the ultimate goal of what her instincts had pushed her towards. She’d heard about something like this, attempts made by Tuffle scientists to create parasite like creatures from Tuffle genetics, that if made correctly and used properly could be used to alter the minds of Saiyans make them more compliant and perhaps even completely loyal to the Tuffle cause, it was not to her knowledge a project that had been very seriously pursued, a few tests here and there but it was simply too difficult to implement on a scale anywhere near what would be needed to deal with the Saiyans as a whole, on top of the fact it was entirely likely that many of the general Tuffle populace might object to what amounted to brainwashing. Perhaps, before things had gone so wrong, Korla too might have objected, it was dangerous power to wield after all and once that particular genie was let free from its bottle there was no knowing what could be done with it… but now… the Saiyans had taken so much from them, almost literally everything. Perhaps it was ‘fair’ to take a bit back, show some of the Saiyans the light, the truth of their monstrous nature. There was no Tuffle government anymore, no King, nobody who could alter the technology to their own purposes as the ‘technology’ seemed to simple be Korla’s own biology now. And if any of the others were outfitted similarly she was sure they could be trusted not to misuse it. And so as Korla finally reached the Saiyans brain she began her work, it was strange to possess the skills to do such delicate work on an almost instinctual level but she was quite glad for it, simply breaking the Saiyan’s mind would do little to help her “Nothing to worry about Saiyan, just relax, everything will be very clear soon” Korla wasn’t sure if the Saiyan could hear her as she worked to alter her mind, planting visions of the horror Saiyans were capable of framed by the emotion of the one being attacked, the fear and most importantly to Korla, the hate. Idly Korla realized that if she REALLY wanted she could simply hijack the Saiyan’s body itself, pilot it like a mech suit, the idea was briefly intriguing as it could allow her to escape, but Korla had little idea just how long she could maintain this.
Korla Multipliers: x1
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