Post by Aya Oso on Jun 26, 2019 7:47:14 GMT -6
Aya's PL: 3,380
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A lazy heat, a haze of a day. Strolling along the streets of a kingdom she was unaware, but also perceptively keen of. She'd never seen it so close, she's never seen the citizens, and she'd never thought she'd ever get to be here. She's here now and that fills her with a desired flame that burns brighter every second. Her power and aura flaring at the outskirts of herself. Wisps of a soft yellow orange color that sways and whirls around her, not fully enveloping as she makes her way through. 'Strong people. Strong Planet.' she thought to herself in observation 'but they're still nervous. as if they're waiting for the other shoe to drop.'
She wanted to make an immediate name for herself, a sign of kindness or foolishness, either way nothing happens until you antagonize the status quo.
Deep breath, before a thunderous bellow erupting from the crowd around her. "Screw the World Trade Fleet!"
The crowd stopped, and paused, taking a second to look at her in a mix of confusion and second hand embarrassment. until a larger Saiyan in the back shouted back "Yeah screw them!"
Aya sighed as a few more joined into the statement, causing a mild cascade of escalating profanity or not caring from the rest of the crowd as the flames of embarrassment managed not to burn her. She spoke to herself with a normal volume as others were talking much louder over her "Closer and closer to being guardian of Vegeta I suppose! What'd I even call myself... Not Guru... Or Kami... I don't wanna plagiarize... How about Sentinal? Ah- I should workshop that..." She was speaking unsafely out to anyone who'd hear her.
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A lazy heat, a haze of a day. Strolling along the streets of a kingdom she was unaware, but also perceptively keen of. She'd never seen it so close, she's never seen the citizens, and she'd never thought she'd ever get to be here. She's here now and that fills her with a desired flame that burns brighter every second. Her power and aura flaring at the outskirts of herself. Wisps of a soft yellow orange color that sways and whirls around her, not fully enveloping as she makes her way through. 'Strong people. Strong Planet.' she thought to herself in observation 'but they're still nervous. as if they're waiting for the other shoe to drop.'
She wanted to make an immediate name for herself, a sign of kindness or foolishness, either way nothing happens until you antagonize the status quo.
Deep breath, before a thunderous bellow erupting from the crowd around her. "Screw the World Trade Fleet!"
The crowd stopped, and paused, taking a second to look at her in a mix of confusion and second hand embarrassment. until a larger Saiyan in the back shouted back "Yeah screw them!"
Aya sighed as a few more joined into the statement, causing a mild cascade of escalating profanity or not caring from the rest of the crowd as the flames of embarrassment managed not to burn her. She spoke to herself with a normal volume as others were talking much louder over her "Closer and closer to being guardian of Vegeta I suppose! What'd I even call myself... Not Guru... Or Kami... I don't wanna plagiarize... How about Sentinal? Ah- I should workshop that..." She was speaking unsafely out to anyone who'd hear her.
