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Post by King Riis on Apr 17, 2020 13:27:29 GMT -6
Riis PL: 20,000
Riis was quiet. He didn’t speak to his servants beyond giving them orders for the preparations. Though he was dressed for the occasion, his suit was a very common Konatsian garb. The King looked completely ordinary. He still kept himself in good health though. The ruler no matter how stricken with grief he was must remain strong. Or so he told himself. The truth was he felt terrified. Last time this happened he never even heard about it. Once he did he high-tailed it back to Namek to hear it for himself in person. Now an enemy unlike any other comes parading his head around like a trophy with a power level that could reduce the green planet to dust. The same planet that had the wishing orbs to bring him back.
Even without his remains though, Riis would not let his brother’s second death go without so much as a whisper. The King prepared a ceremony dedicated to the greatest hero Konats had ever known. He and his family would have their own private funeral after the fact of course. But the world deserved a chance to mourn with them beforehand. The entire planet, Konatsian or otherwise would be invited. Anyone who was a friend of Typha was welcome.
He was of course asked by the mages to speak. For once though the eldest son had no words. The now literal King of flowery speeches and silver tongue had nothing to say. He could only stare at the crowd that had gathered to commemorate Typha and his deeds. It took him a full minute of silence before he found his voice.
“This…” he began, his voice slightly choked, “I… thank you all. Typha was without a doubt Konats’ greatest hero. Not just that, but a hero to all. Honestly, I feel as though I can't even come close to doing him justice today. That is why I want us all here. Today we honor him. Celebrate his many deeds, and mourn his all too early passing. We’ve lost him twice, but he was twice the hero.” With tears tugging at his lids and cries pulling at his voice, Riis raised a cup into the air. “To Typha.” Through all of his speech though he managed to stay strong. He would not even notice if the people toasted with him. Riis was too focused on the threat of Cress looming over him and his guilt in only doing this just now. But he couldn't let them know. To all of them, he had to be the strong leader.
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Post by Ikra on Apr 17, 2020 14:17:05 GMT -6
TWICE A HERO
Ikra’s PL: 40,000
In the wake of that horrible Saiyan’s visit, the mood in the castle had become incredibly somber. Ikra had taken on extra work to allow King Riis time to mourn and had extended her company should he ever have need of it. Seeing her darling Riis in such a state wounded her deeply on top of the loss that she already felt for Prince Typha. She often danced between hatred and anger toward the monster who had taken him away and threatened their world and the deep pangs of sorrow and loss that she felt. She’d known Prince Typha well, even if he hadn’t known her all that well. She loved him like family. She had wanted to spend more time talking with him and learning about all of his off world adventures. The least she could do was stand by King Riis’s side as he looked out over a sea of mourning Konatsians. They’d all lost something in Prince Typha. Ikra was dressed more modestly than her usual attire. A long dress and long sleeves covered all of her normally exposed skin. She had to be respectful, after all. She had considered wearing her armor, helm and all, but had decided against it. Though it seemed like the Konatsian people had already forgotten about her earlier mistaken play at the throne, she didn’t want to enforce an imposing image of herself to them. She wanted to appear warm and welcoming as just as wounded by this as anyone else. They needed reassurance. Ikra turned to King Riis as he was asked to speak, waiting on his words like many of the Konatsians out in the crowd. After a minute, he finally managed to speak, though his voice was strained with pain. Ikra felt awfully for him, moved by his words. She responded by holding up a cup of her own and echoing his toast. “To Typha.”Lowering her cup back down, Ikra walked over to him and placed her hand gently over his own to stir him from whatever worried thoughts brewed like a thunderstorm in his mind. He didn’t look terribly outwardly perturbed, but Ikra knew him better than anyone. She could read even the smallest of changes in expression. “Well done, my lord,” she said softly.
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Post by Ashi on Apr 18, 2020 11:54:54 GMT -6
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Ashi had already been, well, 'informed' of what had transpired on Namek after she'd already taken off. At first, she was just pissed at Mumbo for failing to defend Typha against one measly Saiyan. Then, she was mad at herself for having jetted off before making sure everyone was safe. Then, she come to the conclusion that there was one person specifically to be pissed at: Cress. The back stabbing, no good, ape for brains monkey that had hired them. What a cock. She knew Typha would come back when the heroes back on Earth used those Dragon Balls, along with the rest of Namek - which was why she hadn't felt all too bad about blowing the planet sky high in the first place - but now she was pretty sure that Typha was just gonna be pissed at her and think that she'd killed him, when she'd wanted the exact opposite to happen.
The green haired Konatsian continued to grumble as she 'prettied' herself up for his funeral. She'd been letting her hair grow out for the lats few months, and actually kind of liked the new look for it, but she had a feeling her usual messy ponytail and battle coat weren't appropriate attire for a funeral. So, very begrudgingly, she'd stopped by a shop and rented herself a black dress - you were supposed to wear black to funerals, right? That, along with a black ribbon to tie her hair up nicely, made her feel pretty damn disgusting, but whatever. Customs and social standards and all that. The discomfort of walking in heels ended up making her late to the damn funeral anyway, with Ashi sneaking in and standing in the back with a frown on her face just as Typha's prick brother was starting to give his speech.
Well, maybe she shouldn't be too hard on him, right now. He'd just lost his brother, and it was partially her fault. After the speeches were done and people were allowed to more freely walk around the funeral hall, Ashi decided to cut right to the chase and approached Riis, who was currently being accosted by what seemed to be his girlfriend, or something. The black haired woman certainly fawned over him like she was. "What's up, my King?" she asked as she approached, an odd mixture of smugness and annoyance on her face as she walked up to the guy who'd taken the crown while both she and Typha were preoccupied elsewhere. "Your coronation sure had good timing, huh? Both your brother and I were way off planet and too busy to come and get a word in, which you can sure as hell bet we'd have liked to." She let that sit for a moment with a frown on her lips and a glare in her eyes, though her expression softened after a moment.
"Look, I'm sorry about your brother. I didn't come here to kick your ass or cause a stir, aight? Just here to pay my respects and all that jazz." She paused for a moment, then added, "Though that doesn't mean I can guarantee that won't happen in the future, 'kay? So don't get all cozy with me." She glanced over at Riis' odd looking girlfriend again for a moment, then hushed her tone as she added, "By the way, I do know who killed him - and you can bet your royal ass I'll be getting even with the guy."
TAGS: King Riis
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Post by King Riis on May 14, 2020 10:55:41 GMT -6
It did not take too long for Riis downtrodden grimace to turn into an actual scowl. While hearing Ikra’s words always provided a soothing warmth, there was someone else who’s every word grated on his ears. Someone who would rather pick and choose everything she heard rather than listen to the whole story. Ashi was quick to question the legitimacy of the King’s throne. Unfortunately, Riis did not have the energy within himself to fight this green-haired annoyance.
“I had no coronation,” he sighed, managing to keep his composure. Riis thought it best to be as truthful as possible. “There were no talks or speeches. I defended our people from what would have been,” he glanced over toward Ikra, “a hostile takeover. So rather than sit back and watch this time, or give flowery speeches, I chose to act. I rose to the throne to protect Konats. That’s all.”
With that said, the eldest royal son started to make his way back toward his chair. He just wanted to sit down and be done with today. He didn’t want any Ashi’s or Golgari’s or Leech’s spewing their usual rebellious drivel. That was until his rival told him of her reasons for coming. She truly wanted to pay respects?
Riis paused in his tracks. So even Ashi had a sense of decency. It was actually a genuinely nice gesture, one that actually gave him hope for a peaceful resolution between the two. Normally he would have given a thank you, maybe even bowed and be done. That was until she came close to whisper a very interesting piece of information at her disposal. Riis slowly turned back to her, looking between Ashi and his demoness.
He’d then motion for both to follow. “Not here. Follow me. Ikra you too please.” Assuming the two women followed him, Riis would lead them into the hall leading to the kitchens. Guests were not allowed to enter, and the King could easily order his servants to use a different passage. Once he was sure the two followed and they were all alone, he’d speak once more. “Ashi. I would give anything, and I mean anything, to see that man burn. He's already had the gall to come to our home with Typha's remains so I know his face. We've had our differences but our squabbles seem petty in comparison. I'll need your help. Both of you," He looked between the literal and figurative demons in his life. The one he loved, and the one he loved to hate. "So please. If you know anything about that filthy, vile, savage, then I beg you. Tell me his name. Who is the saiyan that came to my castle and burned my brother’s head before my eyes?” Without his pendant, the anger rising inside him easily coerced the monster to life. His voice took on his more animalistic tone, even his face turning slightly hallow and monstrous.
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