Post by Amara on Jun 10, 2020 11:42:24 GMT -6
PL: 158,000
To say Amara was tired would be the understatement of a generation. She was exhausted, physically, mentally, and everything in between. Her body ached and pained, fresh blood still dripping from her wounds and charred flesh still releasing an acrid-smelling miasma from where Scallio had burned her. The jet-black armor which had once protected the woman was all but entirely gone, only the shattered fragments of her boots remaining. After her facade at the oil rig of strength, the woman was even more drained than before. Her eyes strained to stay open, body sluggishly responding to her every command, and a general sense of remiss plagued her feelings. Perhaps she'd gone a bit overboard with the whole speech thing? Eh, Heroes loved to do it all the time. Certainly, they wouldn't complain about being on the receiving end of an equally long-winded and ambling one right? Whatever. There were more pressing matters to attend to now, such as getting her hands on the medallion Stargoon Blue currently held for her. And maybe washing some of the blood on her body and patching the wounds up a bit... that wouldn't hurt, either.
The remaining Stargoons had scattered a bit, and Amara didn't really want to bother tracking each of them down individually in her current state - beelining straight for Bloom and her distinct energy signature. There were some underlying problems Amara would have to go over with the current leader of the bunch, chief among them being Ashi's apparent disapproval of Bloom's position, and the Majin's seemingly capped ceiling of power. It was nothing overly concerning at the moment, given at one point Amara had been the weakling of the bunch - needing constant protection from the rest of the group to even properly get anything done. A good training routine would do Bloom well, and the Saiyan was going to be insistent on it whether or not the Majin really wanted to go through with it. Her laziness was her charm and her flaw, and Amara's mind was already distancing itself from the shit going on by thinking of ways to properly motivate her. For now, though, Amara's intent was solely resting on her retrieving the gold medallion Bloom had after Amara had tossed it to her before tackling Scallio into the Sea. She'd have the gather up the rest of the squad for later to get a certain plan moving along... but Bloom would suffice as a start.
To say Amara was tired would be the understatement of a generation. She was exhausted, physically, mentally, and everything in between. Her body ached and pained, fresh blood still dripping from her wounds and charred flesh still releasing an acrid-smelling miasma from where Scallio had burned her. The jet-black armor which had once protected the woman was all but entirely gone, only the shattered fragments of her boots remaining. After her facade at the oil rig of strength, the woman was even more drained than before. Her eyes strained to stay open, body sluggishly responding to her every command, and a general sense of remiss plagued her feelings. Perhaps she'd gone a bit overboard with the whole speech thing? Eh, Heroes loved to do it all the time. Certainly, they wouldn't complain about being on the receiving end of an equally long-winded and ambling one right? Whatever. There were more pressing matters to attend to now, such as getting her hands on the medallion Stargoon Blue currently held for her. And maybe washing some of the blood on her body and patching the wounds up a bit... that wouldn't hurt, either.
The remaining Stargoons had scattered a bit, and Amara didn't really want to bother tracking each of them down individually in her current state - beelining straight for Bloom and her distinct energy signature. There were some underlying problems Amara would have to go over with the current leader of the bunch, chief among them being Ashi's apparent disapproval of Bloom's position, and the Majin's seemingly capped ceiling of power. It was nothing overly concerning at the moment, given at one point Amara had been the weakling of the bunch - needing constant protection from the rest of the group to even properly get anything done. A good training routine would do Bloom well, and the Saiyan was going to be insistent on it whether or not the Majin really wanted to go through with it. Her laziness was her charm and her flaw, and Amara's mind was already distancing itself from the shit going on by thinking of ways to properly motivate her. For now, though, Amara's intent was solely resting on her retrieving the gold medallion Bloom had after Amara had tossed it to her before tackling Scallio into the Sea. She'd have the gather up the rest of the squad for later to get a certain plan moving along... but Bloom would suffice as a start.
