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Post by Boryoku on Jan 23, 2021 13:53:14 GMT -6
As Boryoku walked through the door to the Stargoons lair, the demon would pause. His gaze looking about the room as he took in the surroundings. It felt... foreign like he didn't belong. In truth he didn't, he hated being here but he didn't have much of a choice in the matter. Either disappear forever and never return to earth or simply bite the bullet. He didn't want to be around the stargoons, he was afraid of them to be frank. Boryoku was not Sensoa, he wasn't fearless and not afraid of death... He was only a week old now technically speaking. He didn't want to die to this people, and he knew they would kill him in a heart beat.
Boryoku simply sighed as he rubbed the back of his head, walking through the base slowly as he considered his options. Amara was training him and thanks to that he was feeling more healthy. But that didn't stop him from feeling... out of place. Like a sore thumb he was nothing but a pain to the goons and they were the same to him. He didn't want to be here, he didn't want to be apart of this damn place nor did he care to get revenge. He wasn't the predecessor and despite his phantom feelings, he refused to give into them...
Boryoku soon passed by a mirror, his eyes drifting to it as he passed by, but took a few steps back to get back into view. He slowly began to run a hand down his face, turning his head this way and that as he examined his features. He didn't look like Sensoa, and only his shoulders shared a similar appearance really... Why did he have to have this feelings? Why did he have to deal with all this garbage left by his predecessor....?
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Post by Bamboo on Jan 23, 2021 14:29:48 GMT -6
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Speaking of all the garbage left behind by his predecessor, in walked Bamboo from the front door.
She'd been so absorbed in her confectionary treat that she'd failed to detect the massive power signature bouncing around her home! There were a lot of people randomly bouncing into the goon base nowadays, huh? Bamboo was glad they were getting business, anyway. They really did need more jobs- Bamboo sniffed the air, hoping to get a more clear reading on this guy... and...
She stopped dead in her tracks.
Wait. This wasn't right. With furrowed eyebrows, Bamboo began to approach her visitor. As she stepped forward, she rolled up her right arm- a right arm tainted and warped by demonic power... the power that felt remarkably similar to the smell that this demon was emanating. No... not similar. The same. Almost the exact same.
She flexed her hand, opening it, closing it. She didn't ask who he was- she didn't need to. In fact, she knew exactly who he was- or rather, what he was, with just a single sniff. No- he wasn't the original. He was a copy, with some of the power, some of the feelings and memories, but not all of them- he was a prisoner to a life someone else led.
How could she know, you may ask? Well, because he was the same as she was.
A pang of sympathy rang in Bamboo's blackened heart- perhaps this was the only other person in the world who could relate to what she needed to deal with. "You're... like me, ain'tcha?" spoke Bamboo, taking her spot beside the man in the mirror. "Sensoa. I ate him, though I guess you'd have already known that, huh?" she peered down at the appendage- a source of power, even now.
"But... now, you're like him, but different, right? Right?" Bamboo flicked her head up towards the demon, eyebrows furrowed. A kindred spirit- she didn't just think he was the same. She wanted him to be the same- she wanted someone who could understand how she felt. "Who are you now?"
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Post by Boryoku on Jan 23, 2021 15:19:36 GMT -6
Boryoku was so caught up in his own thoughts he didn't immediately notice Bamboo's entrance. His eyes going wide as he heard her behind him. His eyes looking over his shoulder to spot her, but he didn't immediately respond. He simply lowered his gaze as he thought about it for a while... His eyes going back to the mirror as he gazed into his own eyes for a little while. She had absorbed Sensoa, he could feel it. His power was in her, possibly even memories and feelings. A moment of reprieve crossed his brow then, a hint of moisture in his eye before he looked away and snorted... "I... am Boryoku. A small piece of what was left behind. Nothing more than a wisp of smoke to a dead fire."Boryoku felt the weight of those words on his shoulders then. How could it be that someone who had killed the predecessor could make him feel so... burdened? He felt like he was carrying boulders on his shoulders then, his chest felt heavy and his arms made of steel. "Yea I am different... So different I don't know who I really am... I feel the remains of his emotions, memories and everything... But you can sense that can't you?"His hand going to his chest, gripping it tightly enough to look as if it was about to tear his flesh. "Its disgusting, my own soul tainted by his influence... Others despise me because of him, and I hate them because of him..."Boryoku felt the dam of emotion building in his chest, the roaring of anger in his chest, and the pounding of his heart in his ears. "I don't... know if I am like you... I don't know what I am... Am I the scattered garbage? Am I the son? Or was I thrown away because I was the worst of him?"Boryoku felt so conflicted, as he wanted to have pride in who he was, he wanted to be the proud demon, to be boastful... but how can one be boastful of being the tattered remains of someone else? Its like picking up a wrapper from bubblegum and saying you are the best part of it... The shell of something... "I can sense him in you too... Do you see what I see? Feel what I feel? His anger... or is he dead in there?"Boryoku asked, looking at her arm side ways, not sure how to look at Bamboo... She had eaten the predecessor after all... She was strong enough to kill Boryoku and that made him frightened. He was scared of Bamboo, but he wouldn't let that show... |
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Post by Bamboo on Jan 23, 2021 16:09:07 GMT -6
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"Mm... No, I don't feel him. I don't think so, anyway." spoke Bamboo, meandering over to the destroyed couch. She took a seat, propping up her head on the arm of the seat. "I only got his power. Maybe sometimes I can feel a tug from this arm, but it's a drop in the bucket. I'm my own person."
She turned her gaze towards the visitor, swinging her legs on the couch. Bamboo was about as emotionally intelligent as she was... well, normally intelligent. Bamboo didn't know much about how to comfort people, nor did she truly care about doing so. Bamboo wasn't qualified- she was a villain who barely understood her own feelings, much less those of others.
But she understood Boryoku. Maybe for the first time ever, she really felt like she understood what he was going through. Maybe it was because of this understanding that she wanted to help, too.
"Lemme tell you a bit about me, yeah?" she sat upright on the couch, recalling every snippet she knew about herself. "I'm a Nature Spirit. When Nature Spirits die, they kinda... uh, I dunno how to describe it... live again through someone else? Ree-en-carn-naped? Something like that." Who cared about specifics, right? "Synthesia was his name, I think. I've heard it a lot. I got a lot of him"
She stood from the couch, pacing back and forth across the room. "The things he liked, I liked. The things he hated, I hated. The things he was scared of, I was scared of. All this stuff... he left it on me. You're the same, right?"
Bamboo turned on her heel, facing the man with crossed arms. "I always hated it! I don't want someone else to live my life for me, do stuff before I do- I wanna do stuff myself! I wanna live my own life." she looked down at both of her hands, clenched them. "-so I didn't. Just because those feelings are in you doesn't mean you gotta listen to them, y'know. I stopped a long time ago- I did what I wanted, and now..." she placed a hand on her chest. "My feelings are mine. I chose for myself."
"You should too!" Bamboo pouted, eyebrows furrowed. "Don't listen to your gut. Don't sweat the big stuff- if you're alive, enjoy it! Don't let some dumb guy ruin it for you. You're not Sensoa, to me. Sensoa is Sensoa, and you are...!
"You!" abruptly, Bamboo pointed at the reincarnation, demonic finger jutting out. "You're not garbage, or a son, or the worst of him or anything. You're you."
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Post by Boryoku on Jan 23, 2021 17:33:08 GMT -6
Boryoku was disappointed by her answer, the fact she didn't get the same feelings from the predecessor was not what he wanted to hear... but then she spoke up once more. She was a nature spirit, one that was not the original but a reincarnation of someone else. At this bit of news, Boryoku's eyes went wide and he slowly turned to Bamboo then. He hadn't understood what she meant when she asked if he was like her and frankly he had not thought of it like that. His eyes were wide as she explained that she had the same likes as her predecessor and that in of itself was very similar to how he was. He said nothing for the longest time, shock and... relief flooding his very core. The weight felt lessened by this and he felt less... disgusted by his own self. Boryoku looked down at the floor then, his expression still of shock and surprise. Had he simply been a reincarnation? Was he not the same as Bamboo? If that were the case then.... perhaps that was why it had taken so long for him to become aware of who he was. Perhaps he had been reborn as a new person? "I... Reincarnation?"It was then that Bamboo pointed at him, stating he was himself and no one else. This left the demon unable to respond, but the feeling of relief that flooded him and the happiness that he had someone to say those words to him. That was all he had ever needed to hear, to hear that he was Boryoku to Bamboo in a way that brokered no doubt. Amara had thought he was Sensoa, and perhaps still did. But to this person, to someone who had also experienced this... He was no one else but himself... Boryoku couldn't help but feel tears form in his eyes as he quickly jerked his head away, not wanting Bamboo to see his moment of weakness and happiness. After a brief moment, he would finally get himself under control before straightening his shoulders and standing tall. His eyes fierce as ever as he looked to his own hand. A smirk forming on his lips as he did so. Yes... He was no one else but who he wished to be. Sure he was similar to Sensoa but that demon had died that day. No Boryoku was no one else but himself and that in of itself was good enough a reason to be proud of it. "Thank you Bamboo.... I hadn't thought of it like that. You stargoons are pretty cool after all.."Boryoku said with a chuckle, a hand to the back of his head as he looked Nervously at Bamboo. With a thumbs up he would smile happily for the first time since his birth. "Yea... I guess being a reincarnation of someone isn't so bad! Sure I am similar to him but I can be how I want to be. Yea!"With a fist slam to the chest, Boryoku stood up straight before puffing his chest out. "And who cares anyways! Sensoa died a long time ago! I just need to get strong for myself and no one else! heh!"Boryoku then turned to Bamboo once more and smiled. "Thanks... er... I don't uh... know your name sorry.."Boryoku hadn't learned the stargoon members name yet. He was still trying to figure things out after all. So he was feeling a little embarrassed by that little fact. |
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Post by Bamboo on Jan 30, 2021 20:29:56 GMT -6
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Wow! Bamboo was better at this talking thing than she thought.
There was a pang of satisfaction as Bamboo's words seemed to pierce through Boryoku's shell of self-loathing. She didn't know what he'd do from here or if he'd take her words to heart, but she was glad she'd said them- Bamboo was thoroughly a villain, but when one was faced with the exact same struggles she needed to work through, she couldn't help but be sympathetic.
Unfortunately, though, Bamboo was still a villain. A fight-crazed one, at that.
"Good! If you're you, then that means you gotta live as you, right?"
Very, very suddenly, the atmosphere of the room shifted- out came Bamboo's pole, tip of the staff aimed at the demon before her. Truthfully, her sympathy was not borne simply out of the goodness of her own heart- it was borne out of a hole in her heart, with the aim of a desire being fulfilled.
She never got to really fight Sensoa in his prime. She only got to eat him afterwards- she only ever assimilated his power into hers, but she never truly conquered it.
It bothered her.
"You know, I've got the old you in me- I dunno if he'd approve of you as you are now, but that shouldn't matter, right?" Flexing her demonic fist, Bamboo shot Boryoku an ear-to-ear grin- one of excitement, satisfaction. She was looking forward to his response.
"If you're you, and you wanna live, then fight for your life. In me is what's left of the one you came from- if you can't even beat that, then I guess you didn't want to live your own life enough!"
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