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Post by Mollusc on Apr 19, 2020 23:36:52 GMT -6
Mollusc floated above The Great Fissure. He heard stories that a powerful demon destroyed this place and the one that fit the bill was Sensoa. Of course a demon like him would do something so nasty. This place was a festering reminder on the whole of humanity. They were all capable of this evil and could not be controlled. It seemed every time he got a spark of hope that things could change they were just one more sign to prove how foolish his first thought was. Mollusc landed with a huff feeling the disgusting demonic ki swirling from this place. How come no one had fixed this mess. Well it did make sense, everyone was too lazy to do anything to fix it. They were all pretending they liked each other or no one was evil. Yet villains walked all around them. Mollusc clenched his fist. He could fix it if he just blasted the whole place maybe he could turn it to rubble. Of course someone would stop him though. Mollusc sat down looking over the Fissure. "Hmm maybe I can do something other then blow it up. There has to be something that can be done?" Mollusc rubbed his chin in thought.
Powerlevel:132,000
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Post by Sanbu on Apr 26, 2020 15:41:59 GMT -6
Sanbu's PL: 132'000
The many mysteries of the world, and among them lay another beyond the Majin's very eyes. It was not often that he came across such captivating sights but there was something to be said about the Great Fissure in particular. This was not an old landmark nor one without explanation, it was fresh. For the time being the reason for which it was created would be accessible to a greater audience but most certainly with the progression of time such information would bleed into decay, lore long forgotten. Lost to time as it soon risked falling into the realm of obscurity, a mere folk legend at best once it came to that point. Though it was perhaps the fate of most things Sanbu still felt it worthwhile to acknowledge what was before it was soon to fade away from the more common eye permanently. Scarcely did Sanbu ever venture close to the Great Fissure, in his eyes there typically was not much to be seen for long. One could only stare at the same thing before they got bored, he wasn't exactly skilled with investigation anyways. He was nearby however and something in particular had caught his regard and he could not just ignore it. A power-level, of considerable and comparable strength was in the immediate vicinity. But for what reason? The Majin knew not and so he let his curiosity take him away and off towards this unidentified stranger. With great speed Sanbu flew towards his target, slowing down as he came across them soon enough. He was admittedly direct with his approach but he did not feel shy to be so forward, this was not an engagement based on conflict but one of simple curiosity. The Majin hoped that the figure could see it similarly.
Slowly but surely Sanbu lowered himself down onto the ground some place near albeit still moderately distant from the stranger. He sought not to be too close to the figure yet. It was still ambiguous territory and he did not want to come across a certain way if he could help it. With a weak but expressive wave the Majin smiled, calling over the figure who strangely appeared to bear likeness to a species he had come to familiarize himself recently. Could it be a Namekian? "Um.. hello over there! I couldn't help but notice you nearby staring at this.. thing. Seems like you had the same idea, right?"
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Post by Aida on Apr 28, 2020 14:45:35 GMT -6
What was she even doing anymore with her life...?
Perhaps she was too arrogant to ever think she'd make the difference. Well, there wasn't really any doubt anymore. She was too arrogant, and it lead to her downfall. Time and time again, all at the hands of the mortals she thought herself to be superior to. How could she ever think herself superior? It was stupid and foolish. Aida might've been born a Shinjin, but deep down she knew just how useless she was.
She continuously allowed the mortals to go about their ways. She couldn't even hope to stop any of them. And now? Namek was gone. Completely destroyed at the hands of mortals. Aida had failed in every way imaginable.
...Why was she even still calling them mortals? She was just like them. Perhaps even less.
Aida sat slumped against a lone tree, knees hugged tightly to her chest. She had been sitting like that for what seemed like hours now, simply staring ahead into the horizon, oddly quiet. The only thing that would occasionally escape her lips was a forlorn sigh.
''...Why don't you go look for a hobby, Aida? Perhaps you can find a job in retail.'' Moringa's dark voice suddenly cut the silence, trying to spark some life into the depressed Shinjin. The Scythe was resting against the tree's bark, unable to do much of anything but watch Aida sulk silently. And that is exactly what she did. Not a peep came from the usually feisty Shinjin. She'd usually have some clever retort, or would simply tell Moringa to shut his nonexistant mouth.
He'd never admit it, but Moringa felt bad for Aida. He missed her usual spunk.
Moringa had been waiting for what felt like an eternity, waiting for something or someone to come along and give Aida the spark she needed to go and do something. Spending a million-something years imprisoned within Hell turned him into quite the patient Demon, but even he was starting to feel agitated by it all.
But then suddenly, it seems as if his prayers were answered! The remnants of Sensoa's wicked power were still present within the Diablo Desert, a power Moringa had quite the sensitive nose for. And it just seemed that the flux of energy there was being disrupted by two particularly powerful figures...
''Oh Aidaaaa,'' Moringa sang, ''I know you can sense those two powerful Ki signatures. You know where that is, don't you?'' The Demon asked rhetorically. Ofcourse Aida knew, but why would she care? ''Sensoa's Asscrack, that's right. Why don't you go check it out?'' Moringa hummed enthusiastically, really trying his hardest to convince her. A brief silence later however, and Aida only sighed again.
''...What's the point?'' She muttered, barely audible.
''...'' Okay, she might need a bit more convincing. ''Aida, I swear to the Makaioshin that if you don't get off your ass that I will melt your insides and drink you like a juice box.''
Moringa didn't even sound particularly angry. He was just...Done, is all.
And by another miracle, Aida finally rose to her feet. She stomped her way over to the scythe, and yanked him from his place. ''Fine!'' She hissed grumpily. Hesitantly she rose into the air, and began to fly her way toward the Fissure. Moringa felt ecstatic; it had been an eternity since he felt the wind blow past his edges. Truly delightful.
When they finally arrived, Aida let out a dramatically loud sigh as her feet touched the ground. With her shoulders slumped and her gaze particularly sour, she darted her eyes between the two present. ''Hey, what are you two doing here? Nothing? That's great.'' Aida mumbled, before glaring to the weapon in her hand.
''There, can we go now?!''
Aida has...Arrived?
Aida's PL: 100
Moringa's PL: 86,600
Items: Flute, Lamp, Armor, Blaster
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