Post by Kalaboo on Jun 11, 2020 22:56:53 GMT -6
Namek was gone, most of its people turn to atoms, yet Kalabas was struck with vague fondness for it. Not the planet itself, that dreary pit, but rather how... simple things were back on the Namekian campaign. There were two sides deploying their all, a native populace to be cajoled into inaction, a set of artifacts to be collected, logistics and records to stay on top of - all the elements of a great epic! In those first few chapters Kalabas had fought plenty, bled plenty, and so deep was his head in figuring a way out of this string of losses and defeats that, before he realized it, he was winning - killing - with all the callousness of a man who saw his planet burn. Again, those were simpler times. Not that the Duke felt excused by it, but the troubles of his life seemed rather small now that he was dead, exiled, and hounded by people whose names he did not care to remember. Blam, Bashy and Bambi? There was also the one who killed Scallio. Well, they mattered as a group. Most people did. Kalabas didn't, but he was doing swell... Really!
Speaking of filicide, the Duke had come to Earth for a reason.
The search began poorly, with the cutting realization that Kalabas could not tell her niece's energy apart from every other saiyan whelp-child in Central City. He chose to ignore the implications for now, or atleast bottle his worries until he could convince a spellslinger to end or placate this... atrophy that had seized his psych.
He opted to fall back on an old friend, a scouter, made green and red to fit some idiotic earthling holiday. The ghost cycled through all four of his contacts, before realizing they were repeats of Belle. In the most frank terms, the scouter was to blame for being so complex. Regardless, through a series of commands Kalabas had his sights trained on his niece, and his non-heart warmed by remembering when the scouter was a necessity. Well, it still was, and perhaps the day would come when the Duke would find himself relying more and more on increasingly stupid, useless and gaudy scouters... Ah, but it was Belle's present! This one would be made to last.
As was second nature to ghosts, Kalabas' approach was silent and sudden. He was a passing figure walking on reflections, a presence looming in unseen corners of a room, and then a creaking chair that when looked at would be occupied by a gentlesaiyan holding a quill and paper. He waved, uncomfortable with himself. After all, he wasn't here to scare a child, was he? Certainly not Belle.
Speaking of filicide, the Duke had come to Earth for a reason.
The search began poorly, with the cutting realization that Kalabas could not tell her niece's energy apart from every other saiyan whelp-child in Central City. He chose to ignore the implications for now, or atleast bottle his worries until he could convince a spellslinger to end or placate this... atrophy that had seized his psych.
He opted to fall back on an old friend, a scouter, made green and red to fit some idiotic earthling holiday. The ghost cycled through all four of his contacts, before realizing they were repeats of Belle. In the most frank terms, the scouter was to blame for being so complex. Regardless, through a series of commands Kalabas had his sights trained on his niece, and his non-heart warmed by remembering when the scouter was a necessity. Well, it still was, and perhaps the day would come when the Duke would find himself relying more and more on increasingly stupid, useless and gaudy scouters... Ah, but it was Belle's present! This one would be made to last.
As was second nature to ghosts, Kalabas' approach was silent and sudden. He was a passing figure walking on reflections, a presence looming in unseen corners of a room, and then a creaking chair that when looked at would be occupied by a gentlesaiyan holding a quill and paper. He waved, uncomfortable with himself. After all, he wasn't here to scare a child, was he? Certainly not Belle.
