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Post by Belle on Sept 15, 2019 12:55:21 GMT -6
Belle's PL: 32,000 Aura Block: Set to 100
Meeting with Mister Duran and the other Tuffles was certainly an interesting experience. Belle hadn't really expected to meet anyone else who had suffered so greatly at the hands of the Saiyans. She hadn't expected it, but it didn't come as any real surprise. The nature of Saiyans from Vegeta was... inherently cruel. Mean. They stepped on the weak. Belle had experienced that herself firsthand. If you weren't one of them or didn't prove yourself to be useful, they cast you aside like so much garbage. She knew that from firsthand experience too. She knew it so well. In an effort to get out of her own head, Belle went for a walk near the Tuffle camp. Daisy accompanied her as usual, perched on top of her head. She still wore her uncle's headband in her hair.
Heaving a sigh, Belle turned the corner around a large mountain when she froze in her tracks. A ship was parked not too far away. A very familiar ship. Her heart grew cold. It was Miss Roma's ship. The ship that she had been on before everything happened. Before her uncle went off to fight his war, before she went home, before the death, before everything. She remembered one thing in particular about it. Mister Vocado had been riding on it with her before everything happened. Would he still be there? Is that how he arrived at Arcose? Miss Roma took him? Belle felt herself starting to shake. Her heart grew cold. If he was inside... then what? He might kill her. But... maybe she could get back at him? If his guard was down, she bet she might be able to do it. Belle bit her bottom lip. Tarch would get mad at her if she did anything bad, but... but... Belle needed someone to blame for everything that happened. If it couldn't be herself, then it had to be Mister Vocado! He killed Mister Lord Chill. The world couldn't just be so cruel as to let everything that happened be some kind of misunderstanding. Some great mistaken tragedy. She didn't want it to be. That was so unfair. So it had to be Mister Vocado's fault... right?
Unsure of herself still, Belle glanced around for Mister Vocado's aura. Sometimes he hid it, so she looked around really carefully. She didn't see any signs of him though... Belle frowned. Well, maybe just... looking around wouldn't be so bad? If he wasn't here, he wasn't here. Tarch would probably be glad for that... Belle approached the ship tentatively, floating up to the access panel and punching in a code that she remembered seeing that one time. As the hatch began to slide open, Belle put a hand over her heart. There would be a lot of ghosts on this ship, but... they were memories of a happier time. Maybe it would help?
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Roma
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PL: 15,000
Oozaru (x5P)
Tag: @dullahan
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Post by Roma on Sept 15, 2019 13:21:27 GMT -6
|After the Story| - Roma's PL: 15,000
Attention caller, this number belongs to Kalabas Strongbone, Duke of Strongbone. At the present moment I am unable to-
Click.
With feeble, trembling fingers, Roma punched the number in again.
Ring, Ring, Ring...
Attention caller, this number belongs to Kalabas Strongbone, Duke of-
Click.
This time for sure. He'd answer. Attention caller, this number belongs to Kala-
She punched the number in again. Attention caller, this number-
She punched the number in again. Att-Those were the only sounds that ever permeated the ship. The same ring tone, the same feeble resistance against reality. Her head felt so fuzzy these days. Like she was living through a layer of static. Where was she? What was she doing? Who was she aligned with? Such things never really came up in her jumbled mind. No, she just sat in her ship, in the dark. Drinking, smoking and calling the number of a dead man. Such was how she awoke, splayed on the ground, phone in hand. Cans littered the floor of the eating quarters and the place reeked of smoke. She was only awoken by the sound of the door opening. An opened door? That wasn't usual. Whenever Kolra needed her, she was usually contacted through her ship's comms. She didn't think Kolra really thought of her as anything other than a ship pilot, so perhaps she felt it was only appropriate to call her via what she was. She lived and died by her ship service. But somebody opened the ship hatch. Somebody out there who knew the code. Was it Kalabas? It must have been- he wasn't dead after all! He came back for her, he remembered her! There was at least one person in this world who she meant something to. She wasn't useless. She wasn't. Delirious, she stood, stumbling as she walked. Her head hurt like hell, more than it usually did. Her clothes were tattered from her time spent inside. But she didn't need to worry about that anymore. Someone had come to save her! He had. He had got her calls, from wherever he was in the galaxy. Of course. He was strong, stronger than anyone. He couldn't die. How silly she was! So silly. But he was a Saiyan. The tuffle in her screamed at her to hate him- she needed to hate him, he was a Saiyan. Yeah. No, she couldn't. She couldn't do that. What was she doing, even? With glazed eyes and a slumped posture, she made her way to the open hatch and squinted the sun from her eyes. There stood Belle. It had been so long since she had seen the child last. It seemed like yesterday they were hanging out on their ship, plotting to take over the Kingdom for themselves. Belle, Kalabas's daughter. She didn't remember what she did as a ghost, but she had done something for her, probably. Felt like it. She couldn't really be sure, nowadays- she didn't really even know who she was anymore. She didn't know who she was, but she knew who this girl was. From wherever Kalabas was, he had sent her a sign! That must have been it. It was a sign that things were about to be better for her. Her crew would get back together, and it'd be like old times again. She'd introduce them to Korla, they'd drink and eat and sail together, they'd kick Kayen off the throne, things would be back to normal. She stood, slack jawed, before finally speaking. "B-Belle! You, you're, you're here, you, you're around! You, you came back to the ship!" She laughed, a laugh devoid of joy, and cast a look at the dark interior of her ship. Roma prided herself on her ship's look, but the inside was dark and unused. A huge, vacant space filled with nothing but better days. "Y-You're the first one to come back, you know! I, I was starting to think that, that nobody was ever gonna come back! I thought you, you all had... had just, left me behind, off to go and, oh, I don't know! It doesn't matter, really!" She stood upright, her demeanor wrought with delirious abandon. "Where's your uncle? Voccado? Are they with you?"
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Post by Belle on Sept 15, 2019 14:48:23 GMT -6
Belle hesitated before the entrance to the ship. Its interior was dark. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. She probably shouldn’t remind herself of days long past. Probably. After a moment’s hesitation, Belle heard something. Someone. They were stumbling around in the dark. Belle backed away a few steps, uncertain, but they soon came into the light. It was Miss Roma. Or… Miss Dullahan, but Miss Dullahan had changed ever since she had stopped being a ghost.
“Miss Roma… I didn’t-”
Miss Roma cut her off before she could get another word in, going on about how she was the first one to come back. Oh. Miss Roma had waited for them. She had been waiting for them all. It was then that Belle knew she should not have come here. She shouldn’t have appeared at all. What was she supposed to do? To say? Her expression darkened. Belle looked down at the ground, her mouth pressed into a thin line.
“Uncle Kalabas is dead. He’s been dead for a long time. A really long time.”
It had been a long time now, hadn’t it? She had even had her birthday without him. No, instead, Mister Vocado showed up to ruin it. Ugh. She hated it so much. Belle ran her fingers through her hair, touching her uncle’s headband for comfort. It was the last thing he’d given to her. Even though he hadn’t really given it to her. It had fallen off of his head as he lay dying. Belle looked up at Miss Roma with a very forced smile on her face.
“I’ve been alone too. For a really long time. Mister Vocado… I don’t know, but I don’t want to see him. It’s good to see you again though. You haven’t lost your head, heh. That’s good. Otherwise Tarch and I would have to help you find it again.”
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