Post by Kohlra on Nov 26, 2019 13:22:11 GMT -6
Kohlra's PL: 120,000
A lot has happened the past few days. First she was told by Tarch that he apparently died, secondly she went to fight Vocado after thinking he was the cause, third she became a super saiyan, and lastly she went to start shit over at Central City in search for Carro. There was one thing that she did upon hearing the news, and it was the fact that she destroyed her own home. It was now a crater, with police tape surrounding the area. There were some objects scattered around within the crater, most of them either being charred or broken from her ki blast.
It was around midnight when the saiyan mother decided to visit her own home, frowning whenever she saw the broken remnants of her home. It held a lot of memories, all of which were now either destroyed or broken. Kohlra would be seen hovering above the scene before lowering herself down into the crater, a sigh escaping the woman. Kohlra wouldn’t say a single thing upon landing in the crater, looking around at the broken furniture, the charred remains of what appeared to be a kitchen table, and a few other smaller objects scattered around.
She was surprised that some of the objects within the home didn’t get obliterated, and that maybe she managed to hold herself back just a little bit whenever her irrational self decided to destroy the place. The saiyan would slowly approach a charred couch, placing her hand upon the cushions and… oop, her hand would just push through it. The cushions were charred and falling apart, and now there was a gaping hole within the couch. This was where she had her little movie nights with Saizomaru, who currently was doing something. It’s a shame that he isn’t here right now whenever she needs him most.
Kohlra would move away from the couch, another sad sigh escaping her. She’d walk around within the crater and, oh? There was something sticking out from the ground. Kohlra would slowly walk over to it, bending over and grabbing the object and pulling it out from the dirt gently.
It would turn out to be a picture frame, seemingly intact. The edges were a bit burnt, and she’d dust the front of the frame off, revealing it to be a photo of her, Saizomaru, and Tarch. A small grin would creep across her face, a small snort escaping the woman whenever she had noticed that Saizomaru was giving her a pair of bunny ears. Her finger would trail across the frame, and she’d sit down in the middle of the crater, her grin slowly transitioning into a frown.
It was around midnight when the saiyan mother decided to visit her own home, frowning whenever she saw the broken remnants of her home. It held a lot of memories, all of which were now either destroyed or broken. Kohlra would be seen hovering above the scene before lowering herself down into the crater, a sigh escaping the woman. Kohlra wouldn’t say a single thing upon landing in the crater, looking around at the broken furniture, the charred remains of what appeared to be a kitchen table, and a few other smaller objects scattered around.
She was surprised that some of the objects within the home didn’t get obliterated, and that maybe she managed to hold herself back just a little bit whenever her irrational self decided to destroy the place. The saiyan would slowly approach a charred couch, placing her hand upon the cushions and… oop, her hand would just push through it. The cushions were charred and falling apart, and now there was a gaping hole within the couch. This was where she had her little movie nights with Saizomaru, who currently was doing something. It’s a shame that he isn’t here right now whenever she needs him most.
Kohlra would move away from the couch, another sad sigh escaping her. She’d walk around within the crater and, oh? There was something sticking out from the ground. Kohlra would slowly walk over to it, bending over and grabbing the object and pulling it out from the dirt gently.
It would turn out to be a picture frame, seemingly intact. The edges were a bit burnt, and she’d dust the front of the frame off, revealing it to be a photo of her, Saizomaru, and Tarch. A small grin would creep across her face, a small snort escaping the woman whenever she had noticed that Saizomaru was giving her a pair of bunny ears. Her finger would trail across the frame, and she’d sit down in the middle of the crater, her grin slowly transitioning into a frown.
