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Post by Zriracha on Feb 27, 2020 17:08:11 GMT -6
Current PL: 53,000Currently, in the bustling north within one of the more technologically advanced cities, Zriracha was enjoying a leisurely walk – her intent to look for a park to her preference to do a little scheming. Nothing too terrible, since her goal was hardly within the scope of ‘evil’ anymore, but the Demon never snubbed her nose at a little fun. However, she was running into a few… issues. Standing stock still, eyes wide in awe, Zriracha dressed in her human ‘skin’ known as ‘Zira’ was stuck staring at what was an absolutely massive machine. It had to be at least six or seven of her in height and four or five of her in length. Upon the machine were the words ‘Dress-O-Matic’ and it offered a very simple yet nearly impossible to read instructions. Thankfully, there were pictures. “Wha-Huh?” She narrowed her eyes at the little pictures of a person dressed poorly outside of the machine, then they apparently went in, and then came out wearing much better clothes. “How… fascinating,” She was holding her chin, contemplating the risks to attempting to utilize this machine. Before she could come to a decision, a rather slovenly young Human girl rushed passed her and into the machine, yelling a quick ‘Sorry, in a hurry!’ before she closed the door behind her. ‘Zira’ cocked her head to one side, blinking with confusion, before she took a few steps back at the sudden noise the machine made. “Is it killing her?” She questioned, lowered in a stance just in case it had the same idea for her. It was only when the noises ceased, and the doors opened did ‘Zira’ give a mystified gasp. She was wearing nearly the same outfit as her? She gaped at the Human as she passed by, intrigued by this mortal version of materialization, before she looked back at the machine with a serious expression, a bead of sweat rolling down her cheek… Polarus |
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Post by Polarus on Feb 27, 2020 21:30:10 GMT -6
Current PL: 175,500, True Form activated
Unbeknownst to either of the two beings present, Polarus just so happened to be within North City at the time Zriracha- or Zira, as he had come to know her by- was there as well. Though, for two very different reasons he was sure. The Arcosian normally made his daily rounds about the city in hopes of finding more information about the Saiyans, and whatever political going ons were currently happening within the world today in order to keep up with current events. Being on top of everything was a habit gained through his training to be the ruler of his planet one day- which did indeed was used to his advantage readily on the daily basis, He never realized just how many of the skills learned through heavy preparation for royal duties were skills that were also helpful in that of everyday life. Proper spending knowledge, people person skills, proper politeness and social etiquette- all were things that indeed helped him throughout his time on Earth. All things that were also used on a daily basis.
Moving on from that though, it seemed today he wouldn't need to use such acquired abilities too much, as Polarus had decided halfway through his daily roundabouts that he would take it a bit more easy this time around. He had been jumping around from place to place with such erraticisim and inconsistency, which made it hard to predict exactly where to go next or how much he would need to rest in preparation. He most definitely needed a break after that whole desert debacle with Whisker- he was proud of the little lad though, lots of heart, even more potential- which drained him both physically and mentally due to the taxing effect the heat and the sand had on the normally cold-adjusted Arcosian.
So, yes, he had decided that perhaps a slower change of pace was in due time, and Polarus was thinking of ways to spend aforementioned time when his friend, or at least he considered her a friend, Zira, came to mind. She was nice and eloquent enough to make for competent company, and she seemed oddly a person whose presence Polarus did prefer to keep over others. Strange, but something worth noting as the impervious emperor took out the strange calling card Zira had given him in the case that he requested her appearance. Looking at it, he typed in the numbers on his communicator- which looked eerily similar to a scouter but was different, he would assure everyone who asked- and waited for the so called appraiser to answer.
Speaking of which, honestly, Polarus didn't exactly buy into the whole appraiser thing- as someone whose magical skill was on the level of Ziras could more than likely use it for more than just, judging land. But then again, perhaps there was a little truth behind it. Who knows? Even if she were lying, it didn't really matter that much to Polarus- they weren't exactly the closest yet, so he could afford such small fibs. He'd just request that she keep the lying to a minimum after such a confrontation. As there was no need to lie to him, he liked her as she was.
...well, although he enjoyed her company, she was sure as hell keeping him waiting, was Polarus' current feelings about her as a long couple of moments passed with no answer. Perhaps she was working with a client of some sort? Or has she gotten herself into a spot of trouble? Either way, Polarus didn't mind- so long as she at least called to say she wasn't free.
Being left with nothing but a prerecorded message was quite deflating.
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Post by Zriracha on Feb 28, 2020 18:03:31 GMT -6
This was a mistake, this was a mistake, this was a MISTAKE-OH! Inside the machine and after taking a good look at the inside, Zriracha was followed the instructions and materialized a 10 Zeni coin to put into the slot of the machine. However, as she stood and waited for the proverbial ‘magic’ to happen, a sudden ringing would go off somewhere inside of her suit. So caught off guard was she that the Demon would frantically be patting down herself to look for the phone. She had little knowledge for how to craft such things and had to physically buy one to make sure it’s function wasn’t inhibited. However, as she made to grab the device from inside the jacket pocket of her suit, the Demon would find herself slipping backwards on the odd floor in her high heels and SLAM into the panel that directed the machine’s functions. She hissed, glancing back to see it smoking and sparking, her eyes widening, “Ohno…” That was when all hell had broken loose. … From above, arms lowered down at a frightening speed, and grasped her by the shoulders – pulling her forward toward the middle of the room roughly, “Ugh! How rude!” She was still trying to get her phone as it rang, but for every attempt she made to reach for it, it was as if the arms knew and pulled her arms away. “Infernal machine!” She hissed, and then she was slapped – an action that her gaping at the arms. “Why I never-!” Though all of this, the Demon would be unable to collect the call as she was pulled, prodded and pushed to her wits end. At some point, when the machine had gone SIMPLY TOO FAR, passersby would step away from the machine as a high-pitched scream rang out from within. Minutes later, although it felts like hours of torture to the Satyr, the doors would open to reveal a very oddly dressed Demon. In the wild of things, her glamour had dispelled and presented her with ripped black and white pants that obviously didn’t fit over her furry legs, several business suits that threatened to choke her until their rainbow-colored glory and a final piece that consisted of a fedora that read ‘YOLO’ on the front. A sentiment that Zriracha did not share. She staggered out of the machine, her upper body doing a bit of a waddle with her arms force outward because of the sheer number of coats. Without a care, she materialized her phone directly into her hand and redial the missed call. If the caller answered, she’d tiredly respond, “hElLo?” A bit muffled due to her arm being held completely out. Polarus
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Post by Polarus on Feb 28, 2020 21:01:05 GMT -6
As Zriracha continued to be assaulted by the mad machinery that had been the source of the demonness' curiosity, Polarus himself had been repeatedly calling her periodically for the past five minutes. Though, he hadn't necessarily been not busy in the meantime. No, in fact, the Arcosian royal had found himself in, coincidentally, the same exact block of stores of which contained the building where the said clothing machine had been housed. Due to his inability to sense Ki thus far, he had meant to learn it from Lao one of these days but every time he even gained the motivation to his human friend was off exploring another section of the planet by himself, so the opportunity always seemed scarce. It didn't necessarily bother him that much, he didn't see the practical use to it yet, but what did irk him was the fact that so many other weaker beings were able to do something so second nature to them while to him it was such a foreign concept. It was slightly irritating, to know that they knew something he didn't. Especially with the fact that he had been trained from birth to be a very practical ruler, and such a, practical, ability being out of his reach did frustrate him a tad bit. But still, he had plenty of time to kill, so there was little to no rush in trying to find some time to learn such a skill.
Once she had not answered for the fifth time in the five minutes that he had been successively calling her, Polarus put his communicator down with a sigh, walking around the small mall-like shopping complex with a critical gaze. Such areas to him seemed too busy and bustling for his own preferred methods of information gathering, but for more relaxed social situations this was indeed one of the better places he chose to frequent. Not only because he did enjoy a bit of window shopping from time to time to see what was in style for the peculiar humans, but also to get himself more acquainted with their culture through what they bought. Eventually, he found himself just outside of the shop Zriracha had found herself in, but due to her being within the more inner workings of said shop, Polarus was unable to hear the screams of the violated land appraiser ring into his ears.
Trying once again to call her, it was a mere couple seconds before whom he wanted to contact actually did answer- and Polarus met her strangely disconcerted hello with a content reply, saying, "Ah, Zira- it is good to hear you once again. If my communicator makes my voice sound differently, I do clarify that it is indeed Polarus speaking- and while it sounds like you've already been through a bit of shenanigans already, I hope that you aren't too busy today to perhaps spend a bit of time helping me to understand a thing or two about your so called 'land appraisal' and where exactly your magical ability stems from. If you, again, aren't too busy."
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Post by Zriracha on Feb 28, 2020 22:56:57 GMT -6
Zriracha glanced down at her coats with a tired expression, almost not recognizing the voice as they spoke until they said their name. Her eyes snapped open to the size of dinner plates, now staring at the phone with a look of horror. He actually called me BACK?! She honestly wasn’t sure if she would ever actually hear back from the Arcosian, but this could only mean that he really did have an interest in her appraising capabilities… -that she didn’t actually possess. ‘Zira’ started sweating, trying to think of something to say, “Ah hahah, busy? M-Me? No, not at all,” She assured, although for every second she didn’t come up with an excuse, the Demon would find herself talking in a circle. “Of course! I’d be happy to,” She tried to move her arm but found the material steadfast, “-Ugh! ‘Appraise’ you of my – damnthismaterial – APPRAISAL-!”
RIIIIIP!Her strength finally overpowered the five coats and she pressed the phone to her ear completely as she finished, “-skills. I am-” She looked around, trying to find a good place to hide in until he arrived. Nearby was a dressing room and that suited her just fine. “-in a clothing shop in North City. Meet me here!” And before he could respond, she ended the call and waddled her way over. She didn’t realize that he was here and hadn’t picked up on his scent in the plethora of perfumes and food within the mall. Once she’d gotten to the dressing room, the Satyr wasted no more time and just completely incinerated all of the clothes that burdened her before she let out a sigh of relief. She slumped into a bench in the room and fanned herself before getting back up and opening the door to the dressing room, walking out to meet with Polarus. It wasn’t until she was out in the open, did she remember that she wasn’t a Human and gave a sharp, ‘shit!’ before black flames erupted around her in a flash and she was back in her suit and tie. Polarus |
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Post by Polarus on Feb 29, 2020 14:33:47 GMT -6
The Arcosian had to stifle a snarky comment or two in the making as Zira quite apparently seemed very occupied with, something else at the moment. He duly noted the frazzled tone of which she used to address him as she began to awkwardly put together a reply, sprinkled in within the phrases nonsensical mutterings that made it sound like she was dealing with another person at the same time as the call. Lots of grunting and insult hurling, something that he did not expect to hear over the phone with Zira. And, was she talking about material just before she-
A gigantic rip sounded off from the other side of the conversation, forcing Polarus to push the scouter-like communicator off his face and away from his ear- his head slightly ringing from the sound of the noise going off right within his eardrums. Shaking it off, and to avoid further ear abuse, the Arcosian cautiously turned on speaker phone on his communicator and listened to the last bit of what Zira had to say, realizing that they were indeed within the same location and perhaps within the same immediate area as well. Before he had a chance to get another word out, the line was abruptly cut- leaving a grumbling Polarus to try and track her down without any mentions beforehand of exactly where she was. A clothing shop within North City wasn't necessarily the greatest of leads. However, thankfully, he used his communicators tracking tech (which usually worked within a minute or two of receiving a transmission) to try and gain a bit of an idea as to where she could be.
...upon initial use, he thought the machine was broken- as it told him that Zira was located somewhere within the store he had just passed by. Turning around, he walked toward the entrance of said store, the communicator beeping its approval and Polarus tilting his head in slight incredulous amusement at such an intertwining of fates, and so he looked around for somewhere to sit. As he looked around, his eyes caught sight of something that did catch his interest- some sort of what seemed like a refreshment shoppe titled Diono's. Deciding that it would be in good taste to perhaps grab something to eat and to drink for the two of them, again, Zira sounded quite preoccupied during their conversation and may want something to cool down with, the Arcosian royal pulled out his wallet and walked into the establishment- ordering two sandwiches along with a cup of tea for himself and a cup of black coffee for Zira (she seemed like that kind of person to him).
He then exited the bar holding the bag of sandwiches in one hand and the two cups with the other (his hands were large enough too, within his True Form) and his eyes were met with Zira seemingly appearing out of a fiery smog of black smoke just outside of the entrance of the store she was supposedly inside. Well, it seemed his communicator was indeed accurate, and the Arcosian crossed the street back over toward the so-called "human" as he gestured wordlessly to the back and to the drinks.
"Shall we?"
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Post by Zriracha on Mar 1, 2020 15:24:33 GMT -6
The Demon jumped nearly out of her skin when Polarus’ voice, turning to face the rather large Arcosian as he presented what looked to be drinks and something to eat. “O-Oh?” She approached, releasing a sigh of relief when he didn’t appear to be any the wiser to her error. “Yes, thank you. You didn’t have to gather refreshments,” She commented with a smile, holding out a hand for which ever one he had decided to grab for her. As stressed as she was in attempting to keep up this silly ruse, Zriracha would quite curious to see what Polarus thought she enjoyed to drink. Spoiler alert – she hadn’t found anything she didn’t like to drink yet. With a brief glance around, ‘Zira’ gestured for him to follow her to a collection of tables that seemed to be mostly free – a Human or two enjoying an outing themselves but far away enough that they could enjoy some privacy. Once she’d sat down, taking a sip of the drink, her eyes would widen at the choice – a hot, robust drink that wasn’t sweet, spicy or salty in the least. What it lacked in flavor, however, it made up for in an almost unnatural boost of energy. “Gracious, what is this that you got me? I’ve never had such an amazing beverage before!” Indeed, coffee wasn’t exactly the norm in the Demon Realm. She continued to sip, allowing Polarus to introduce her to their food and – the real reason for their meeting – ask away his questions about her magic and occupational origin. She had to be quick on her hooves when it came to answering the questions so as not to be too suspicious. Polarus |
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Post by Polarus on Mar 1, 2020 16:20:46 GMT -6
When Zira began to say how he didn't need to offer her any amenities, the Arcosian royal shrugged- saying in an objective but still friendly enough tone to sound 'human', "If we are to be talking for a little while, and in public no less, wouldn't it be more fitting to have something to nibble on in the meantime? Besides, I believe I did mention to you during our first meeting that I was of royal descent- and if not, then now you know, and so it should also be natural then that I have supplies to use however I wish." If he was to have someone such as Zira as company, he would treat her with the utmost respect. His parents had always taught him to be a gentleman, no matter the race, and thus he wished to exemplify his guardians teachings through his very actions. Looking around as the disguised demonness did, Polarus then went on to follow her to the collection of tables across the street, the Arcosian trailing close behind and then taking a seat next to her at a table, taking out the sandwiches within the paper bag for the two of them and setting one in front of Zira and the other in front of he- though he doubted he'd be feeling peckish once safely intrigued into their conversation.
He smiled slightly at her reaction to the chosen drink- a knowing look slowly taking place of said smile as such an action gave away several things to the inspective Arcosian. One of the things was the fact that even though this was indeed an Earthly brewed drink and obviously quite common to the natives of the planet, Zira had seemingly no knowledge beforehand of such a beverage. While of course it could always just be coincidence, the behavior he had observed from her up to this point led him to think otherwise. Which of course, would all come to a tee in their ensuing conversation. Plus, it was also just nice that he had gotten it right for her.
Once Polarus made sure both of them were comfortingly situated, the curiosity filled frost demon leaned his elbows onto the table, hands folded into eachother as his chin came to rest upon them, his red eyes narrowed in not an accusatory way but a more delectably interested manner as he asked in a friendly yet slightly interrogative tone, "If we are to cut to the chase here, then there are two topics of which I would like to currently address. One of which is of course your adeptness at magic, as well as your so called experience in the topic of appraisal. Now, if I am to be, frank, with you, as the humans say- I was wondering exactly whether or not you have been telling me the whole truth."
Turning so that he was entirely faced toward Zira, looking down on her with his head slightly tilted in slight analytical manner, he continued, "Why would someone so knowledgeable and quite skilled in the arts of mystical atmosphere choose to waste such talents on something so dull as to land appraisal? There also lies in the fact that you are indeed in possession of some sort of quantifiable strength, as I asked Whisker himself of the topic and he had said that you indeed held quite a powerful stature to your contrasting surface looks. You don't have to speak falsified information toward someone like I, Zira. Have we not established a baseline of trust between us strong enough to avoid needing such things? There is truly no need to lie, and besides, I can assure you on this- while I may not know exactly what you're lying about, I will find out what it is sooner than later. So."
Leaning in a bit closer to Zira, not attempting to act intimidating, his expression that of mild curiosity moreso than actual venom or irritation toward her possible lying tendencies, Polarus asked her, "Who, really are you? A land appraisal businesswoman? Or someone capable of so much more?"
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Post by Zriracha on Mar 1, 2020 17:11:12 GMT -6
Zriracha was surprised to learn that such a mortal was so gallant; she did recall word of his royalty as well. Such a fact is a boon to others, though it could also be quite helpful to me… should I have need of his influence. She thought, taking another sip before responding. “Well, I am grateful all the same.” As he made himself comfortable and began his line of questions, ‘Zira’ would open the wrapped sandwich prepared for her and cock her head at the contents. She’d not had many Earth delicacies for certain and a sandwich was unfortunately one of them. After some discrete observations, she would bring the sandwich up to her mouth and take a rather large bite out of it. Her eyes widened at the flavors, giving a ‘Mmm!’ as she chewed.
“…have been telling me the whole truth."Her chewing stopped immediately, blood running ice cold, and she nearly choked as he turned to look at her completely. Almost immediately, she began to grow nervous as a bead of sweat ran down her temple. He… definitely knows. His logic was flawless, reasoning impeccable and honestly – she must have been quite sloppy in her attempts to deceive him. As he finished, ‘Zira’ would look up at him with a worried expression, chewing slowly, before finally swallowing and putting her barely eaten sandwich down. She was silent for a few moments, hesitant, before she released a sigh. “I am… not a land appraiser, as you have surmised.” She looked back up at him, guilt eating at her though perhaps it was also shame at her own failure, “It is not common for my kind to waltz about the mortal realms, however – such is the reason for my deception.” She leaned back in her seat, looking out ahead at the other Humans as they went about their lives. She never questioned why they weren’t scared or intimidated by Polarus’ form or by the zoanthrope that shared in their existence. It was simply… protocol for the Chakkapak to be deceptive – not that she was shining example of her clan, either. With the proverbial cat out of the bag, ‘Zira’ would look up at Polarus with a withered expression of pity, “For your patience, and discretion, you deserve to know the truth,” Getting up from her chair, she would make her way around the table and place a hand over her chest. If the Humans paid any attention to her, she would ignore it favor of the well-honored tradition of entrance. Black flames and smoke would flourish around her like a cloud, revealing her much taller form at 6’ 3” with furry legs, hooves and horns – topped with little flames. She bowed, “I am known as Zriracha of Chakkapak, a Demon from the Demon Realm. My apologies for the deception.” And from there, she left it to him to make judgement of her. Polarus |
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Post by Polarus on Mar 2, 2020 20:02:22 GMT -6
A sigh of relief came from the Arcosian as Zriracha seemed more than happy to come clean after being faced with the hard facts of their odd predicament. Normally, most people seemed quite hesitant in relaying information toward the Frost Demon, and he honestly couldn't understand why. He was quite merciful toward people in situations like this, as he understood the importance to keeping a low profile within foreign territories. So it was a nice change of pace to see Zriracha openly relinquish the truth onto him. His calculative eyes glinted a shine of interest continuously as they watched the woman finally come clean to her fake position as a land appraiser, as well as giving him what confirmation he needed in order to establish what race she most likely was- a demon. The magic and certain mannerisms she displayed during their first meeting now made a bit more sense, and his eyes narrowed further in growing engrossment as she began to move away from their little table, to a more open spot on the sidewalk near them. He looked around, not many people were around currently, so he decided it would probably be fine if she were to do something a bit more out of the ordinary. Besides, the humans should be used to this by now. They've had the Arcosian within their midst for a while, so they should be at least a little desensitized.
"A demon, then? I had my suspicions, but it is good to see my assumptions were, how do the humans put it? Right on the dot?" The impervious emperor muttered as he continued to eye Zriracha carefully, his eyes widening in surprise as she began to undergo an otherworldly transformation. It was similar to that of the strange change she had gone through when he had exited the Diono's- but this was most definitely a more change-filled one, as the smog that surrounded Zriracha herself seemed darker and more blacked out than the ones that had originally enveloped her a couple of minutes ago, and the flames surrounding her radiated an intense heat- much more lively than the ones he had seen earlier. As the smoke eventually cleared, and the surrounding temperature returned to a more level state, Polarus was indeed quite surprised at just how much of a difference there was in Zrirachas actual appearance in contrast to, what he assumed was, her human disguise.
After her bow, and acceptance of whatever judgement Polarus would pass onto her for such actions, the Arcosian stared at her for a couple of moments- contemplating what to do next. After a couple more moments of thinking, he simply shrugged, taking another sip of his tea as he stood up and walked on over to Zriracha, standing in front of her with a poker faced gaze. Then, he began to chuckle a bit at the sight before him- saying in an incredulous yet amused tone, "It seems my reputation has precedes me, if even denizens of the demon realm have come to fear of my very appearance. So you are from the demon realm as I had assumed? How intriguing. Although, I assume you would rather discuss such a topic within more, closed doors," with Polarus looking around at the lingering gazes and meeting them with a scowl. "Do you have anywhere else we can, further, deliberate on this in private?"
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Post by Zriracha on Mar 3, 2020 21:45:21 GMT -6
As she waited with her breath held, jaw tight with anxiety, the Demon would wonder if she truly had crossed some line by keeping her identity a secret. From the moment he stood up and up until and placed himself in front of her, Zriracha could feel a small drop of sweat gather and roll down her temple. Would… would it come down to a battle? She wondered incredulously. Tightly wound muscles slackened almost immediately when Polarus chuckled, and she looked up at him with wide eyes and more than a little bit of a confused expression. Although he wasn’t… quite correct about her reason for responding so passively, she was at least glad to know that he took it with amusement instead of ire. ’Never’ is how often I would like to gain an enemy as powerful as this one, She mentally noted with a grin. She stood back up completely, giving a brief look around at the gathering gazes. It wasn’t so bad, honestly, until she met the disgusted gaze of a few that covered their child’s eyes. A immediate sense of shame come over her, and the Satyr would quickly turn away and pass by the table – grasping her sandwich as she did. “This way,” She barked, her mood taking a quickly dour turn as she stomped her way along the sidewalk, hooves ‘CLIK-CLAK’ing against the pavement. With her brow furrowed aggressively and the sandwich in her hand gradually losing it’s form due to her hand crushing it, Zriracha found an unused building that looked dark enough for her desires. She waited for Polarus to catch up before she spoke over her shoulder, “Pardon me for the mess,” She would preamble before bringing her hand up and quite simply melting the lock and handle off the door, pushing it open. “This should be private enough for us. I will accept the consequences later after we’ve… discussed things.” Her tone was still quite militant, but with an anxious sense of apprehension near the end. Conveniently, there was a table with a few chairs near the back far from the window, but as she approaching them, the Satyr would opt to lean against the wall with her arms crossed and an expression still conflicted. Polarus |
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Post by Polarus on Mar 4, 2020 23:13:55 GMT -6
The continued fear that Zriracha apparently had of him and his form did slightly fluster him a bit- even after establishing that he was quite alright with such actions so long as she owned up to them now she still seemingly held some form of skepticism toward his benevolence? Thankfully, it seemed the last of her doubts were finally vanquished as her expression changed from one of absolute panic to one of confusion, and then slowly to one of slight amusement, her tensed up posture finally giving way to a more relaxed position. "Finally," Polarus muttered as she did so, using his tail to swipe up his tea and bring it to his hand, taking a sip as he grinned underneath his bio-armor face-mask. "I'm quite a benevolent ruler, you know. Fearsome yet fair is one of the many titles I've been bestowed. Besides, we're in a populated area, and I'd prefer not to have things get too messy even if we had an altercation of some sort." He was about to return to his seat at the table when he noticed at the same time Zriracha did- the gazes of bystanders and spectators of this little tirade that displayed just how unaccommodating the Earthlings could be sometimes. Scowling under his mask, he was about to tell them off- raising himself to his full height and about to give them all a piece of his royal mind just as Zriracha had commanded for the Arcosian to follow in her wake. Feeling oddly obedient, the normally leader-like emperor followed closely behind Zriracha now.
He hoped that she wouldn’t let the humans’ knee jerk reactions to seeing something quite out of the ordinary go to heart, but, it seemed as though that was what was happening exactly as Polarus took careful note of her movement. Furrowed brow, tightened grip, and even the sounds of her heavy hooves pounding against the pavement below the demonness in mild irritation gave away her feelings about the matter. He figured that it would be smarter to confront Zriracha about it when they were more, in private, rather than try to convince her of anything otherwise while on the move. Eventually it would seem that he would get his wish, his eyes taking a once over of the building Zriracha had selected and nodding in agreement. It seemed that not many a living being had stepped foot into here’s for quite some time, so it was indeed a good place to momentarily lose the judgmental gaze of the public for a bit.
Once inside, Polarus ensured the door would remain closed behind them by taking a nearby leftover piece of piping and wrenching it into the hole where the handle once resided, and taking the other end and shoving it securely into the wall next to the door. He’d rather not have such a possibly lovely conversation be ruined by a curious human or something of the sort.
After ensuring they wouldn’t be bothered, the Arcosian noble then pulled up a seat a couple feet in front of Zriracha herself, choosing not to sit down on it yet as he wanted to make sure her feelings weren’t hurt from the actions just a couple minutes ago. Standing in front of her, looking down with a reassuring gaze, Polaris patted her gently on the shoulder, saying, “Don’t take their nonverbal criticism too harshly, Zrircha. They fear simply what they don’t understand, and I am sure that the majority of stares were for me, not for you.” He said that last part in a bit of a joking manner, attempting to try and alleviate the mood a bit. He truly knew what she was going through, what she was being subjected to- and so he wanted to make sure he did everything he could to make it better. For a good ruler tends to all their subjects and friends.
Returning now to his makeshift seat, Polarus offered her his uneaten sandwich as he began to finish up the rest of his tea, saying in an attempt to spark back up conversation, “Here, take my provision- I wish not for you to be hungry and it looks as though yours has been, smushed. As for any legal troubles, I doubt we’ll be in any actual difficulties from simply using an area of which has no constant usage, so do be relieved about that. If we are to move on though, I do have a couple questions I think to be worth asking. Once of which I believe to be the most obvious. Why did you choose to exit your home of the demon realm for Earth? I assume you have your reasons...?”
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Post by Zriracha on Mar 5, 2020 21:44:11 GMT -6
There were many things that Zriracha could say she was grateful for; although she missed her home, being on Earth was one of them. She could now say that Polarus was also someone she could say she was grateful for. She watched as he’d made certain they wouldn’t be disturbed, the bar in the door and the wall a nice touch that she was almost jealous she didn’t think about it. She was being hot-headed and rash; thinking clearly wasn’t easy during these moments. Polarus made it easier still as he came up to her and placed a hand upon her shoulder. His words were like a salve she didn’t know she needed, and it gently coerced a sorrowful sigh from her. “Would that I could believe you, Polarus… but I know what ails them and it not likely you… Well,” She allowed a brief smile, since his words did amuse her. “-Not completely you. My appearance, though it is not entirely explicit, can be perceived as-” She uncrossed her arms, hands held out to the side as if to present herself. “Inappropriate. This, I am sure you can understand. However, it is not merely just that. I’ve seen some effigies that paint my kind in quite atrocious manners.” She crossed her arms, recalling paintings and media that she’d observed through late-night window shopping. “We are ‘devils’ and ‘demons’, that much is true – but I don’t recall ever eating a child.” There was a moment of silence. “At least… I don’t… think I have-?” When you are given dinner as a child, you either eat or you don’t. One didn’t exactly question what was on their plate when given it as a youngling. She shook her head, apologizing, “Forgive this old goat her ranting. Yes, let’s continue.” She moved over to the other seat that she didn’t intent to sit in and took the offered sandwich. “Thank you, I… tend to overreact, sometimes.” She bit into her sandwich and chewed, taking in his question before giving a nod and swallowing. “Right, yes – a very good question with a very good answer!” She licked her lips, eyes moving to the side in thought before she answered simply.
“I… wanted to rule the Earth-?” She felt almost awkward in admitting it, mainly because it was no longer a goal of hers that she felt committed to and because she wasn’t certain honesty was the best policy here. “I’ve long since abandoned the notion,” She assured, waving any worries he might have dismissively. “Carro and Mumbo, ironically enough, have talked me out of it.”
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Post by Polarus on Mar 12, 2020 20:24:39 GMT -6
Breathing a slight sigh of relief, he was glad to see he was able to lift Zrirachas low spirits in even the tiniest of ways. What happened next though only helped to further confuse him. Upon the topic of what exactly the humans found undesirable in Zriracha, a confused tilt of the head came from Polarus. The first thing that the Arcosian attempted to wrap his head around was what exactly was to be found inappropriate in the demonness' appearance. Looking at her up and down, his eyes scanning her body for anything that could be considered explicit, only to realize that he had forgotten one of the key differences between many races and the human race. The humans wore on a daily basis coverings made out of many differing materials in order to cover their bodies for both visual approval as well as other practical uses such as to ward off the cold or to cool off from intense heat. Looking down at himself, he realized that his own body could be seen as somewhat indecent- what with him not having any such covering upon his lower regions, the area wherein the humans concerns were mostly with on covering. Rolling his eyes, he now remembered just how exposed they could be without their clothing, with no ability to hide such, things, without such items. With this new point of view, his eyes returned to Zrirachas own figure- now seeing the areas where the humans could think she left little to the imagination.
But, the areas in question were still covered by what he assumed was her fur- and so Polarus raised his arms upward in mock exasperation, muttering, "I don't see it. The areas that they would consider in need of cover are clearly not exposed, as they happen to be covered by your blackened fur. Clearly they just need to take their own advice and, what was it? 'Keep their minds out of the gutter'? Some of these people are just plain perverted, it isn't your fault..."
Now, the rumors and such about them consuming children made a tad bit more sense. Even within his own research Demons weren't exactly painted in the greatest of lights- what with their inherent reputation for having an insatiable thirst for blood and destruction, as well as deep wantings to overall "misbehave" in many ways. Not only has he seen these notions repeatedly disproved, but the mere interactions he's had with Zriracha has proven these legends to be false.
He knew how it felt though, with his own race being painted as pompous prick-like beings whom believe their superiority is innate and all other races fail before their sublime beauty. Though, Polarus did admit such stereotypes were most likely more true than the ones plaguing the demon race. Not that he WANTED them to be true, but it was just the way many of them were raised. Which of course left their reputation to be that of a strangely gray area when it came to what others thought, but Polarus tried to avoid thinking about it most of the time, choosing to instead impose his own reputation as a way of judging his character instead of what the majority of his race has been "blessed" with.
Polarus decided to disregard the whole possibility of her eating a child, times got tough down in the demon realm, and she herself wasn't even sure. Though he did have to stifle a bit of a laugh at her tentativeness. "W-while normally I would be quite judgmental of child eating, I'll give you a pass this time around."
Leaning forward when she began to talk about her reasons for being on Earth, his eyes began to widen slightly as it heard it was for, what, world domination-!? Zriracha didn't exactly strike him as the hostile takeover sort, and what with the whole Arcose business he felt quite tired of takeovers anyways. He knew who Carro was due to his position as president of Earth- and it was truly a shame to hear of his disappearance (and thus most likely passing) not too long ago. He had hoped to meet with the leader of Earth, knowing he'd have a plethora of knowledge on the Saiyans and their going ons, but it seemed he'd never get such a chance.
Now whoever this Mumbo fellow was, he had no clue. But he sounded very flamboyant. Perhaps he'd ask about him later.
Clearing his throat, he said, "No need to apologize, firstly, Zriracha- I should understand your struggle more than most. It is quite difficult to get through a busy street without a few sideways glances now and then due to both my race and-" he gestured toward his height, "-my imposing disposition. It is incredulous to me how quickly these Earthlings are to judge. How do you deal with it on a constant ba-"
The fact that she had been using magic for a human disguise returned to his mind, and he facepalmed for a couple seconds before saying in a slightly flustered tone, "I-I forgot that you did use a disguise of sorts. How do you do it? How does that type of magic even work? I assume you've had time to cultivate it, considering you did place yourself at an older age- but I doubt that you are as old as you say. You seem younger for your years then, if you don't mind me saying. But then again, I am two hundred and ten myself, so."
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Post by Zriracha on Mar 13, 2020 0:04:01 GMT -6
Zriracha smiled at Polarus’ otherworldly understanding of her self-conscious thoughts. Yes, humans could be quite perverse, not that she minded the occasional thought of depravity, but it was… it was the children that bothered her. Innocent as they were, it was cruel to influence their minds in a particular manner. At least, in her mind it felt cruel – to have your sense of right and wrong dictated to you before you even knew what it could mean… He even took her claim to potentially eating children with a grain of salt! What a champ… His logical method of cheering her up, easily nipping the problem right in their nonsensical buds, had outrageous success – eliciting a few snorts from her as she imagined the picture he painted. When he faltered a little, realizing how she managed through the sea of judgement the way she did, the Demon shook her head with a knowing grin. She was happy to explain the magic, even if it was just to distract her. “Demons learn and utilize magic in different ways, honestly. For me, it is easiest to do so in the form of illusory or elemental magic. I’m,” She gestured with her hand, waving it from side to side a little, “-getting better at it. I typically read spell-books if I’m in a bind,” She materialized one of her current favorites, ‘Materializing for Dummies’, and opening it up for him to see. He’d only be able to see demonic runes that would require some knowledge of that language… but hey! “There’s also pictures for visual learners!” She pointed at little step by step diagrams. Closing the book and letting it sail away back to the ether, Zriracha looked at Polarus, “I do appreciate the compliment, however. For some of the most powerful Demons in existence, their age is actually pretty timeless. With our world constantly in flux with chaos, it isn’t uncommon for Demons to be destroyed. I think…” She tapped her chin, thinking. “-the oldest Demon I’ve ever heard of – and this took some reading, let me tell you – is probably a very clever Demon named ‘Maple’. Though, don’t quote me on that – the book I read that in was VERY old. It seemed like a legitimate enough source at the time… I am ranting again.” She shook her head, looking to Polarus with a grateful expression, “You’ve been very patient with me, considering the complications I’ve brought to you. Speaking of…” She cocked her head to the side, “Now that I’m not an appraiser, and you know more about me, did you… still want me to work for you?” Though, for the life of her, she didn’t know what she could offer someone that had far more than she could ever have. Polarus |
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