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Post by Kabocha on May 7, 2020 22:28:51 GMT -6
Kabocha looked at her Family home with a bit of a mixed feelings stirring in her. The knowledge of what was in her, and the revelations that follow them... they weren't good. Even more so were the theories she was crafting in her head. From the disappointing, to the outright heartbreaking. She sat on the grass a fair distance away in her new armor. She wasn't sure how to tackle the subject of coming back... or if she even wanted to. She screamed frustrated in her armor throwing a mild tantrum as she kicked about holding her head before flopping onto the grass. Sighing in defeat. Thankfully this wasn't voiced through her mic, so nobody was going to panic from her shrill cry of annoyance.
Eventually she committed to just going back to the actual East City she sometimes would run to. She pushed a few buttons on the side of her helmet, and with a gentle hiss and mechanical clinking her armor started to slowly unveil and retract until it collapsed into the form of a mechanical vest looking a bit thick given she was wearing her normal lavender turtleneck underneath. She took a deep breath of the fresh air and stretched her arms up as she walked into the city streets. Following the sidewalk she kept a good eye for anyone she noticed, and would wave to them or give a quick "hey!" as she passed. [Mmmn... I kind of wanna get a bite to eat... It's been so long and i've just been eating berries or nuts! I need MEAT! I'm only Saiyan!] She mused to herself as a joke. Though- accident prone being her nature she ended up colliding shoulders with someone- and while you'd expect someone used to wearing fairly heavy armor to easily stand a little shoulder bump- she wasn't exactly... Well she wasn't the pinnacle of grace. She crashed into the sidewalk, her vest keeping her from sliding her face against the ground. she squeaked out a small cry of surprise, but she bounced back fairly quickly as she immediately turned to whoever she crashed into and blurted out a very apologetic "Oh- HEck, i'm so sorry! I didn't see you! I'm sorry!" She holds out a hand to the fallen victim of hers, hoping to get a good look of them. Hoping she didn't accidentally knock over a teen/child like an idiot.
Kabocha's PL out of Armor: 1000
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Post by Eregla on May 28, 2020 11:00:48 GMT -6
Eregla's PL: 2,000
East City seemed really peaceful. Honestly, this whole region seemed really peaceful. Maybe Eregla lingered around the east because it reminded her of Namek. Honestly, she found it a little strange, but she was a bundle of nerves around their old home up in the far north. Maybe it was because she wanted the townsfolk to like her so badly or maybe it was because she’d never have the life with her parents that she wanted. After all, they were both gone now. Uncle Oboe was all that she had left. Ah… it wasn’t so good a feeling thinking about all that. She even had her gaze pointed solely at the ground, watching herself step over cracks in the sidewalk in an absent-minded game. She was so distracted that she was totally taken by surprise when someone bumped into her. “Eeek!”Eregla let out a little squeak of surprise and fear, toppling down backwards onto the sidewalk. She winced as her butt smacked against the hard surface. She hoped that wouldn’t bruise. Despite her sore bottom, it was actually her tail that had taken the brunt of it. It was a little scraped up here and there, but barely enough to even draw blood. Her skin was just colored a little purple with her blood. It took her a second or two to recollect her senses, but when she did, she looked up to see a Saiyan in some pretty heavy looking armor apologizing and reaching a hand down to her. Eregla smiled sheepishly and took her hand, getting back to her feet and dusting herself off. “Oh! No, no, I’m sorry too! I didn’t see you either… So I’m the sorry one! That armor looks really heavy. Are you okay?”Hugging her arm, Eregla looked the Saiyan up and down. She looked awfully nice and civilian to be wearing armor like that. Eregla hoped that she wasn’t anyone terribly important in the Saiyan Kingdom or anything like that. She wasn’t sure what she’d do. As much as Eregla was worried about the welfare of the woman, she was also worried what she would think now that she had gotten a good look at Eregla. She was certainly a sight to see. Her skin was as white as snow except near joints and the tip of her tail where it transitioned to a rich green. She had human blonde hair and Namekian antenna and ears. Not to mention all of the arcosian bio armor all over her body. Eregla wasn’t embarrassed of her looks, but a lot of people gave her odd or wary looks because of it. It kind of hurt, but there was nothing that she could do about it.
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Post by Kabocha on May 29, 2020 11:05:10 GMT -6
Kabocha when she got a good look at the person she'd stumbled into made her blood run cold at the sight of her. It was clear to her what Eregla was because- well this was her father's Expertise. Thankfully she had the few seconds to quickly handle the emotions that splayed on her face as Eregla reoriented. [B-bio android. L-like my dad's research... like... the...] She felt her chest tighten as she could FEEL the growth squeeze her heart slightly now. A moment of pure terror as she pushed the worries back and tried cramming the feeling away as hard as she could as a few thoughts tried invading [She's innocent in all this, don't be rude!] Her Superego shouted, Her Instincts telling her to run, flee. Thankfully she was able to silence the voices pretty quick. [Calm down!] she simply thought as she fixed her expression, sure- it might look slightly fake. But she didn't wanna give the same look she'd got from other saiyans. she had no room to judge another person.
The fake expression coming up as soon as eregla looked at her, and that melted quickly to an actual worried expression as she realized she'd scuffed herself on the fall. "Oh! No i'm fine. Are you alright? heck, i'm clumsy...!" She chuckled nervously. Trying very carefully to not blurt something stupid "Don't worry about me, I'm kinda a big ol sandbag!" she joked as she relaxed into a natural small smile
Taking a closer look, while she was terrified of the type of person she was from association, The actual person Eregla was looked kind of pretty! [She's got those gem things that Garruk does, and- wait are those...?] she paused and held a hand up by her chest as she looked at Eregla's antennae. Like Father, like Daughter- her mind started whirling with theories and concepts from what she'd read of her father's research into Bio-Androids. "A-are those Namekian antennae? a-and you have bio gems-" Her worries and instinctive fears burning away to the curiosity that took hold of her whenever she met someone with new traits "Orange is such a great color!- sorry" she paused again as she realized she was rambling "I-i'm Kabocha, I'm a saiyan from around here" her cheeks flush a bit red when she feels a hot wave of embarrassment from being so gung ho. "What's your name?" she asked, ignoring the pain in her chest the best she could.
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Post by Eregla on May 29, 2020 13:41:33 GMT -6
Hm… something was a little off about the Saiyan girl’s expression. She seemed polite enough, but there was a familiar forced straining behind it. Eregla knew what that meant. Ah, well. What did she expect? She looked very strange. Her eyes fell to the ground to hide her disappointment. What was it about her appearance? Eregla’s guess was that the Arcosian bio armor and bio gems. The gems glinted with her father’s golden hue. Arcosians and Saiyans had a particularly horrible history. She really couldn’t help it, and she definitely still loved her father. Even if he used to be a warlord. He changed for the better! So… Why did they have to look at her like that?
Before she knew it, Eregla felt a familiar sting at her eyes. She hastily wiped the moisture away on her sleeve and forced a smile onto her face. “I-I’m fine. Just a little scraped up, but I heal pretty quickly. S-See? It’s already gone.” She lifted up her tail, and true enough, the wound had already closed up, only leaving a faint purple blot on her skin. She was relieved that the Saiyan lady wasn’t hurt though. That armor definitely looked really heavy… it could have ended badly if she took a spill the wrong way.
Next came the questions about her odd features. Eregla smiled a sad, awkward smile and rubbed the back of her head. “Y-Yes. Um… so… my parents couldn’t have a child normally, but my dad was really good with technology, and he, uh… made me with his and my mom’s DNA. My mom was human, an earthling, and my dad was Arcosian. Uh, the Namekian was from my Uncle Oboe who accepted me and dad into his community? My DNA wasn’t really stable for a really long time and… well, I guess that’s not important. I-I’m Eregla. Uh- that’s my name, I mean. Not that I’m irregular, but… I guess I am a bit strange. S-Sorry if I scared you! Or um, if you don’t like me.”
Eregla swished her tail back and forth, feeling horribly awkward. How did one get out of this situation? She supposed that running was a weird but effective option. But, she didn’t want to be rude. Her dad had always drilled into her that being polite was one of the most important things that you could do. Especially if that person had slighted you. Her dad had impressed a lot of weird little lessons like that into her.
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Post by Kabocha on May 30, 2020 12:27:32 GMT -6
Kabocha felt a familiar gut stab when she watched Eregla's eyes trail down, mentally berating herself for being so rude. [This is so irrational! Just because she's similar to... this, doesn't mean you need to be scared...!] She bit her lip while her look was downward, and made a note to make her feel less disliked! Even if it's for one day, cause sometimes that's what you need.
She was actually really fascinated with the quick healing of Eregla, curiously craning her head to see the tail a bit better when the Bio-Android showed it to her. "Wow... Kinda jealous not gonna lie...! Kinda makes me think of games where you regen health..." She blurted out absentmindedly as her thoughts were runnin' a mile behind her mouth. [Oh wow you just showed how big of a dork we are.] A voice resounded in her head and her cheeks pinked a bit. though she shook it away pretty quickly.
To her story she listened with a feeling of genuine ache in her heart, unaffected by the growth in her- which made it feel all the worse. She was scared of something that in retrospect was- A.) The end result of her own father's research and B.) Was a genuine leap in the ability for cultural co-mingling. [Good job, Us! We just went against literally everything we believe in! The bond between different races being able to bridge gaps? yup, Slashed! Being kind to others even past their personal history? Yup, don't need that cause we're scared of what's in us!] She mentally smacked herself again, and again. [Okay, okay I get it!] she responded to herself and took a shaky breath as she was in a position where the best case scenario would be to be honest here. Still not used to telling people about her life story like with Garruk, Dion, and Whisker- She restarted the convo with
"Hey- sorry. I don't dislike you" She rubbed the back of her neck with her right gauntlet'd hand, and sighed. "Actually, you're like- the exact reason my dad's a biologist. He's studied Bio-Androids for years, and well. I love learning about stuff like that! Reading research into biology is why I adore animals, and all the cool things that makes us different but similar! but... recently I kind of learned my dad may have used that exact research to suppress my own ki. I'm not scared of you, i'm scared of..." the pointed to her stomach, trying to angle it in a way where it points towards the spine "This thing in me that keeps suffocating my heart when my ki interacts with it. I'm sorry" she hugs her arm a bit and chuckles nervously "A-a little TMI i'm sure, but like- I didn't want you to think the weird feeling was actually aimed at you..." She looked to the ground, trying not to meet Eregla's eyes cause she could hardly stand her own awkwardness on this subject.
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