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Post by Garon on Feb 27, 2020 14:52:21 GMT -6
Technical Difficulties
Ace's PL: 5,000
While Garon was being a depressed lump, Ace had been advancing his own interests. The world of the living had some fascinating technology; a major step up from what he had to work with back home in Heaven. Back there, everything was far too archaic for his tastes; rumor has it that for whatever reason, they haven’t even automated the heaven-hell soul management process. Ol’ Yemma’s still up there with his gavel, judging each one individually. It was unproductive at best, stupid at worst. Either way, his time dealing with that system was over. He was an ogre who had things to do, people to see, and tech to create. Speaking of which… “Pleasure doing business with you,” Ace said as he shook hands with one of the local businessmen. As he walked out of the Chalada’s Electronics Store, he tinkered with one of his favorite tools: the holographic-projecting multi-purpose tool on his arm. It’s what he used to work on just about every project he’s ever worked on, and today, he’d just purchased the last part he needed to give it a bit of an upgrade. It was nothing he considered to be fancy; the idea was to give it a weak magnetic field, which would attract metal objects nearby. The challenge was to figure out how to direct the magnet such that it’d pick up a tool his palm was facing towards and not… everything else. Ace was sure he’d figure it out, though. He always does. For the time being, however, he focused his attention on maneuvering through the streets of Central City. The whole "big city" thing was another interesting development of the living world- everything's arranged in streets, buildings, and whatnot. And the whole thing fit on only a tiny portion of a planet. It made Ace wonder how the saying "it's a small world" came into existence...
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Post by Belle on Feb 28, 2020 3:45:58 GMT -6
Belle's PL: 90,000
Aura Block: Set to 100
Belle was headed back home after picking up some groceries from the store for Miss Sulfur and Mister President Carro. A little smile graced her anxious features. She hoped that they would praise her and tell her that she did a good job. She couldn’t really carry the groceries while she was walking with crutches, but it was a pretty simple thing to carry them around with telekinesis. It sure was handy! Her injuries were healing up pretty good and everything too. She wasn’t 100% yet, but it was going well. Things were… kind of looking up. There was still a lot of bad. Tarch was dead. Mister Carro had died too, but… there was a way to fix things. And, with Mister Carro and her brother Chromo on the case, she bet there wasn’t anything that they couldn’t do! Still, she hoped that she could get better soon. So she could help them! There was only so much training that she could do while injured. She got tuckered out a lot easier than before. “Hm-hm! Oof!” As Belle rounded a corner, she crashed into someone else rounding the same corner. She toppled back and fell on her butt. A jolt of pain ran through her body. She winced. “Ow, ow, ow… um… sorry, mist-”Belle froze. Her eyes widened as recognition flashed across them. It was Mister Ace. Mister G-Garon’s friend. Hastily, she looked around to Garon and prepared a telepathic call for help to Mister Carro, LEO and Chromo. She didn’t sense or see his aura anywhere nearby, but it was a big city. “Ah…”
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Post by Garon on Feb 28, 2020 17:17:47 GMT -6
Ace’s technological distraction unknowingly put him on a collision course with a pedestrian. Fortunately, being the bigger person physically, he wasn’t knocked over, but the same wasn’t true for the little girl who’d tumbled onto the concrete ground. It only took a second for Ace to figure out exactly who he’d accidentally bumped into- he wouldn’t (and couldn’t) forget Belle’s face for a long, long time. And, based on the girl’s reaction, she hadn’t forgotten about their unfortunate encounter.
“...Hey,” Ace said calmly, trying to ease the tension. “Long time no see.” He could tell Belle was scared, possibly scared enough to yell, or run, or cry, or otherwise potentially cause a scene. That would be bad, after all, he wasn’t the strongest person, and getting beaten by a bunch of street heroes wasn’t exactly his idea of fun. “...if it’s Garon you’re worried about, he’s not here. He hasn’t left his house in months. It’s just me, plain old Mister Ogre,” Ace said. “Here, let me help you with those.” He bent down and began to pick up the groceries that had scattered across the ground when they collided, trying his best to avert his eyes from the crutches on the ground. “The girl’s on crutches…” Ace thought to himself. He would’ve told Garon later that day, but knowing the Doragon’s current mental and emotional state, that wouldn’t have been the best idea. The ogre sighed, handing Belle her crutches and extending a hand to help her back on her feet. “You look like you’re healing at a pretty good pace,” Ace noted. “That’s good. I hope you have a full recovery soon.” For a moment, he was lost in thought before resting his hand on the back of his neck. “Come on, I’ll buy you some food. I’m fairly sure ice cream is a thing Earth kids like, right? It's the least I can do, given what happened.”
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Post by Belle on Feb 28, 2020 18:06:05 GMT -6
Belle’s chest heaved rapidly as her anxiety increased with every passing second. Her tail floofed up in terror as her eyes swiveled from side to side, trying to make absolutely sure that Mister Garon wasn’t anywhere in the near vicinity. She didn’t want to get hurt again and make everyone worry again. Not while Chromo was focused on the Dragon Ball hunt and reviving their brother Tarch. He didn’t seem to be around, but Belle couldn’t be sure.
Her suspicious eyes flicked up at Mister Ogre as he spoke to her. He clearly remembered her just like she remembered him. To be fair, he had seemed nice at the time, but the fact that he hadn’t stopped Mister Garon was a big black mark for him in her books. But according to him and her own senses, Mister Garon wasn’t here. She relaxed, if only a little bit, ready to call for help if she really needed to. As he picked up her groceries, Belle levitated herself up onto her feet, telekinetically taking her crutches from Mister Ogre.
“Mmm…” was all he got for a reply. She didn’t want to talk to him. She didn’t want to go anywhere with him, but… it seemed like he was trying to make up for what happened then. And Mister Ochra had told her that people can change for the better… should she give him that chance then? She wasn’t sure, but she just nodded.
“Okay… if you’re trying to be good again, then… you can get me ice cream.”
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Post by Garon on Feb 29, 2020 19:59:39 GMT -6
“Good,” Ace said, “Let’s get going, then.” He motioned for Belle to follow him down the street, back towards the electronics store he’d exited a couple minutes ago. Ace was lucky he’d seen one of those ice cream stands not too far away. Otherwise, it would’ve made everything way more awkward. He was glad Belle agreed to come with him too- they needed to talk. After only a couple minutes of walking, the two would finally reach the ice cream stand. “Do you have a favorite flavor?” Ace asked. He’d wait for her answer, then order accordingly. As for himself, Ace ordered a plain, vanilla cone and leaned on the wall of a brick building. “I’m aware that currently, an apology won’t hold any weight. It likely won't change your opinion of me one way or another, nor is it isn’t capable of healing your physical wounds, but...” Ace said, tasting ice cream for the first time. “I’m sorry things turned out the way they did. Really.” He hesitated for a moment, his gaze averting to the holoscreen still active on his arm. The last time he’d received a message from Garon was about a month ago. “...Garon is too.” Ace wasn’t sure what else to say, or if there even was anything else he could say to someone in Belle’s situation. The best he could do is try to console the girl, just like he did before.
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Post by Belle on Mar 5, 2020 0:12:14 GMT -6
Belle hobbled along behind Mister Ace, going as fast as she comfortably could. Her groceries levitated in the air behind her, suspended by her psychic power. The telekinesis of it was becoming easier and easier the more she used it. She wondered idly if there were more psychic abilities or uses of her telekinesis that she could unlock. She didn’t really know if she wanted to get stronger anymore. Not when she… she could rely on people. But… strength was needed to get Tarch back, so she had to do her best too.
Shaking her head when Mister Ace asked if she had a favorite flavor, she just took one of the flavor that he had ordered. “I’ve never had ice cream before…” She said as she took it and licked it once. Her tail stood on end as her eyes opened in surprise. It was good! Really good. Her tail waved back and forth contentedly.
Her big black eyes flicked up to Mister Ace as he began to speak again and quickly darted back to the ground. Belle wasn’t very sure what could be more important than getting everyone who died back. If there was nothing left to save or protect, what was the point? And, moreover, good people didn’t hurt other people. Taking another bite of her ice cream, she thought about it.
“Well… if you promise to be good from now on, I’ll forgive you. Mister Garon… Mister Garon has to work harder to be good and be good to everyone. When people do bad things… they have to fix it with what they do… That’s what I’m trying to do.”
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Post by Garon on May 13, 2020 9:43:01 GMT -6
Oh, thank the gods. He’d gotten through to the girl, or at least it seemed that way. Ace felt like a small weight had been taken off of his chest. It wasn’t like he could have apologized to Belle had they not encountered by chance. Between Garon’s project and a few of his own, he didn’t have the time nor resources to track her down. Therefore, this definitely completely random encounter turned out to be a bit of a miracle for him. But when Belle said what she did, Ace couldn’t help but let out a soft sigh. “Then it seems we’re all on the same boat,” he concluded. “Or at least, you and Garon are. To be completely honest, I’m only helping him because he needs to meet his goals as much as you need to meet yours. He’s not the most stable guy- you’ve probably pieced that together by now. From what I can gather, virtually everything that could have gone wrong for Garon has gone wrong. If you want details on the worst of it, just look up his name on the news- the Badman stuff should auto-populate whichever search engine you use.”“The point is, if I had to guess, Garon wants something to go right for him. This is his way of doing it, I suppose,” Ace said, taking another lick of his ice cream. “He’s… trying his hardest, I’ll give him that. He has a tendency to oscillate between sleepless work sessions and what seems to be some form of depressive fits. It’s unhealthy, but he’s determined.” “You’re determined to do your own thing too, right? If I remember correctly, you want to revive your parents, or something along those lines.” Another lick. “It’s good to have conviction, but do yourself a favor. Don’t be Garon. Needlessly pushing yourself into dangerous situations won’t bear any fruit. Take us as an example. Did you know we don’t have the Dragon Ball anymore? After all that drama in the forest, some Saiyan, leagues above us in strength, stole it. And right now, Garon feels terrible for it.” Lick. “Needless to say, stay away from the Dragon Balls, ok? For now.”
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Post by Belle on May 13, 2020 13:13:19 GMT -6
Belle pouted when Mister Ace compared her to Mister Garon. He was a meanie who wasn’t even trying to be nice! She didn’t really understand what Mister Ace meant by Mister Garon needing to accomplish his goal as much as she needed to get her wish. There was only one wish. It was a matter of whose goal was more important. Since she didn’t know what Mister Garon really wanted, she didn’t have any metric by which to judge. She had guessed it was for power. If it was, then he was just cheating her out of her wish because he could just get stronger on his own. If the wish wasn’t for power, then Belle wasn’t sure what he could want.
She didn’t feel much sympathy for Mister Garon when Mister Ace said that everything that could go wrong for him had. The same could just as easily be said for her when she looked back at her life. Sometimes she wondered if she had never been born whether things would have turned out better for the people that she loved. It wasn’t a happy thought. Belle slurped up some ice cream that was escaping the cone unhappily.
“He’s not the only one that wants things to go right for once,” Belle gestured to her side, “This isn’t the worst thing that’s happened to me. It’s just the most recent in a long list of bad things… What does he even want the wish for? He said something about the good of the world, but that doesn’t answer my question.”
Mister Ace delivered her a warning that made her tail bristle with hostility. A Saiyan? One of the Kingdom Saiyans? It couldn’t have been Tarch or Mister Carro. Belle wasn’t sure, but she had a pretty bad feeling about it. She bit her lip, feeling a familiar dread washing over her. What if it was Mister Vocado? What if he came looking for her? He’d kill her for sure. Belle’s tail swished from side to side anxiously. She glanced around, looking frightened. She… she wanted to go home. Right now.
“I- I should go home. N-Now.”
Shuffling away in a bit of a daze with the groceries still in tow, Belle left Mister Ace with his ice cream on the street corner. The further away she got, the quicker she moved, fleeing back to the safety of the President’s castle.
Thread Exit. It was fun!
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