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New World New You

-> (1)

It begins with a bang; then, disorientation, darkness, dismayed voices, and spells that weigh down your limbs like heavy shackles...

The people keeping you captive seem as unsure as you are of what just happened, and argue and mutter amongst themselves, though they don't hesitate to restrain you, chain you to a pipe in the wall of this bottom floor of an underground parking garage, or lock you alone into a smaller room of the abandoned building where the summoning was held. You seem to unnerve them; they don't want to look you in the eye, and if they have to touch you to lock you up, they do so gingerly, nervously.

But maybe, once they leave you to yourself to go and argue and regroup in private, you're not quite alone? You weren't the only person to come out of the array. You have at least one companion in your confusion, one person restrained like you and not wearing the cultists' strange masks. Take comfort, take inventory, and prepare for anything.

-> (2)

The Joyous were prepared for you to attempt escape. Their preparations don't quite match what they got, but even poorly calibrated spells will do something, and the effects of knockout darts and magically reinforced walls don't discriminate. It's time to blow this popsicle stand...

...But you may want to take a moment to comb the area - once the Joyous have had enough time and reason to weigh their options, they'll run, leaving behind the incriminating results of their "botched" summoning. Those less able to escape confinement under their own power may need a hand, or to band together, or, at worst, to wait quite a while for locals to stumble across them...

-> (3)

You step outside into an unfamiliar town; small, sparse, just off a major highway running through the Neloi Flats. A perfect place for a cult looking for an unoccupied building, because there are a lot of those here, as though the town's peak has come and gone, leaving behind rusty signs for roadside attractions and a main street retinue of shops made of sheer stubbornness and spite.

There's not much direction here. There are locals, who will be confused by you, possibly wary and disbelieving. There's a temple, small like the village but likely to have charity you need right now. There's a highway, and following it in either direction will take you to one of two very different cities.

There's a whole country of possibilities before you, in fact. What ones will you chase, and will you do it alone?

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[A temple is empty. Empty, if anything, is good. But as she approaches the steps, she pauses and looks upward, the sound of a voice drawing her attention. ....Well, he's 'someone', but she chooses not to try that particular line of sass, instead nodding.]

...I know, [she answers, keeping her 'dragon' arm hidden.] ...I'm not looking for people. ...I just needed somewhere to sleep, where it would be quiet.

[Quiet, isolated...she'd love to see someone familiar, but that's not happening so better to be alone than anything. Maybe there will be something inside she can use as well.

It's been a while since she's been alone.

At least now she can think a bit more clearly.] ...I'll be quiet too, [she adds, perhaps as an offering of some sort of peace.] I promise.

[She looked like the sort that might cause problems. Small. Fragile.

He frowns.]

The people with the spells might come back.

[Honestly the rest of their tricks were completely meaningless to him, but there was something annoyingly unblockable about magic that meant he had to actually pay attention to it. Magic and children. What could get worse?

After a few moments of silence, he leans forward enough to peer straight down. He could always leave, he supposed, instead of making her go..]

Be very quiet.

[That sounds like a compromise to him!]

[Reira nods, but additionally holds up her more human arm-and the duel disk on it.] ...I'll be okay if they come this time.

...but thank you. [She gets the strong feeling that if he wanted after all, he could probably make her leave. Mostly because he looks large enough to scoop her up with one arm.]

[The frown deepens. What the hell was that supposed to be? It certainly didn't look like a weapon. Maybe it was .. a sort of tiny shield? A tiny odd looking shield.]

... I'm not sure that's going to do anything.

[Wait. No. If she thought it would, then it wasn't his place to point out tiny shields really won't do ANYTHING against those pain in the ass sleep spells people were throwing around.

So after a moment he makes an almost dismissive sort of handflappy gesture. Good luck using that tiny weird shield against the sort of things these people had!]

....I haven't turned it on. [You see it in only it's DORMANT FORM...but in any case. The right arm stays hidden and she goes inside, searching. There's certainly some food here, and a satchel she can use for it...if she could find something to cover her arm that would be best.

...Except she fails on that part, eliciting a quiet sigh as Zarc tries to needle her at her latest 'failure'. Yes, such a failure when she has food now. So much failing!

At least she has a place to sleep now, sort of. It's a bit cold but it'll do...probably.]

[Apprehension over the inevitable issues with children win out over curiosity for the time being, and Broly stays where he is, content with his perch more or less.

And content to wait. Sooner or later Paragus would figure out where he was. And maybe he'd get to see that little shield in an 'on' state in the meantime. If it was interesting, maybe they'd take it with them.

At least it means Reira gets to enjoy some uninterrupted rest for a while, at least from the saiyan. Her passenger was another matter.]

[Well, eventually morning will come. Eventually Reira will wake, yawn, stretch out some painful stiffness, and wander outside. And...

...Oh. You're still? Up there??] ....Did you not sleep?

[She did promise to be quiet and all, but health is sort of a priority even if she doesn't know you. At all.]

[He'd left once or twice, there was the necessary things such as food or cleanliness to see to, but this was a comfortable perch, he could watch what was going on easily and more importantly, watch the skies. That the stars were unfamiliar was nothing new, he wouldn't know the same set twice anyway.

The sunrise was unremarkable. The passage of people to and fro, probably still apprehensive about yesterday's mess, was also unremarkable. It might be another day or two until Paragus could locate him, and then--

Oh hello he's being spoken to. Broly jolts a bit out of his own reverie and glances back down.]

I avoid it when I can. You're still alive.

[No priests or cultists or whatever came in the night while he was gone to tie her back up, apparently.]

[He...Avoids sleep? Reira tilts her head, frowning.] ...I thought sleep was important... [Heck, beyond that-] ...You're not tired?

[She sounds confused rather than insisting at least; the idea that someone can get away with never sleeping is actually remarkable.]

It is. Some things are worse than being tired though.

[So he avoids it! There's not much real explanation forthcoming about that, explaining it would probably cause problems and he really didn't need those. Children were problematic enough on their own without finding out things might go up in a puff of plasma.]

I can sleep later. You might as well get what you can while you can.

[...Raised eyebrow to say the least, but alright. (You're reminding her of Shun....)] ...Do you get to 'eat later' too?

There was meat and cheese on one of the offering tables inside.

[...She's offering it to you, Broly. To share. Food.

...She's not entirely sure you need food now though.]

I eat when I'm hungry. Sometimes that's 'later'.

[But honestly he could admit that saiyans were hungry most of the time. Now was really no exception if there was something worth the effort of going after, but ...

... Did things just left around in foreign temples count? He sets his hands on his knees, leaning over the edge again.]

Did you actually eat something the same people which imprisoned us left out for you? That doesn't seem like a good idea.

[More head tilting.] ...They're not the same people...

...I don't think the people here knew about that, actually. They seem confused about why I'm here... [She absently rubs her hidden arm, looking back inside.] ...The offerings aren't for us either. They're for things that they 'like', so the food has to be good for that.

[But, well.] ...Statues don't eat though, so I just took it.

[WHATCHA GONNA DO RIGHT?]

They look the same.

[He sounds dubious.]

And they could be lying so you'll eat it.

[Now, Broly is a perfectly reasonable adult, but he comes from a reality where global homogenization of a species is an actual thing and 'factions' just don't happen very often. If one group of a species hated you probably they all did!

And since he and his father were currently in the middle of a scheme to lie through their teeth in order to kill someone else..]

....They don't feel the same. [Empathy! IT'S GREAT not that it's 100% accurate.

She can't really get a read on YOUR heart, in particular.] This is still a temple for their 'gods' anyway.

...If you don't want to eat it that's fine, but I'm still taking mine. [Food food food~]

[Now there's something he hadn't bothered with, simply checking around to see if everyone's ki was roughly the same! Maybe there was more than one species and they just LOOKED similar! His gaze shifts away, studying the town instead.

.. No. They're still all the same. Low level, uninteresting, not a threat. Samey-enough that he's certain there's just one species around here.

And Reira, who didn't register quite the same, and there were a couple other spots of not-like-the-rest..]

... They do to me. Except you and maybe.. five .. others..

[Empathy: he doesn't have it. A saiyan with empathic abilities would be even more of a nightmare.]

Are you intending to become their god?

[She looked sort of young for that but ambition wasn't a bad thing.]

[Ah. Well. There's an awkward sort of shrug and glance at the ground, and she half considers not explaining it before doing it anyway.] ...I could feel their hearts.

...Most of them don't care. Some of them are scared, but most of them don't care. [Honestly she's getting the worst bit from the soul stuck to her. It feels like going through the Battle Royale thundershock on repeat.

Ow.

At Broly's question, Reira jumps, apparently astonished by the idea. It's quickly a more questioning look from her in reply however. That sounds super horrible especially since-

I ALREADY SHOULD BE!! LET ME OUT YOU BRAT! eugh not again-] ....Why would I want to do that?

...If Gods are real, they either have too much work to do and do a bad job, or they just take everything.

...I don't want to be that kind of person. [Anyone taking Godliness seriously is bound to end up overwhelmed, she figures. And the flipside is...

Tantrum McTantrum Dragon. Which is worse.]

They'll care later.

[There's no explanation forthcoming. He's ironically right - when they begin changing lots of people would care, but he's thinking much shorter term and the likelihood of what'll happen when his father and assorted minions arrive.

A second planet to subjugate might just mean more people to build fake-new-Vegeta.]

Then don't be that kind of god. Every species has their own gods, and every one is different. Just because another god is a destroyer doesn't mean you need to be. Better if not, then there's less competition.

[That's not quite what she meant.]

By taking the stuff they mean for their gods you're asserting your dominance over those gods. Might as well just go all out at that point.

[That's where it works where he's from. He certainly sounds sure of it.]

[....Definitely not what she means. It's true that they'll probably care later. She does nod in agreement to that, at least. But she shakes her head.] ...I don't want to be a god, because I want to be something else.

I still have to find out what that is, but it's not a god. [Tough bananas kiddo you're gonna be 'a god'.] ...Gods aren't 'free'.

[She has good reasons for deciding this. Gods seem rather shakled to the people's beliefs-even Zarc, who was less 'god' and more 'angry dragon', was such. He slaved over the perceived desires of his audience. Everything was for them.

She doesn't like that idea at all. Actually-] ...If they think that taking their stuff makes me a new god, that's their fault. [It's a very silly thing to think after all. Or at least she feels it is.]

[That ain't right at all.]

Your idea of godhood is very different from what I know. Some are different, but it's not ...

[How to put this in a way someone her presumable age would understand.]

It's not like being a parent or an instructor. There's no obligation to those below you. It's like being a storm, or an earthquake, or a river that can think and feel and want. You just are. And you do your thing, whatever that is.

[Real gods. The ones worth watching out for, just to avoid being in their path. He might be a legend, but he wasn't yet a god. Even he would be brought low by a true deity, and likely with NO EFFORT AT ALL.

It was an unsettling thought. He could annihilate galaxies but not a god.]

For those of us who aren't gods, or aren't yet, prayer and offerings are usually completely pointless, all you can do is keep your head down and hope they pass you by or get out of their way or hope they're the sort that is less a storm and more a summer rain.

[Broly pauses. That .. was a whole speech, and it left him tired.]

Taking their stuff doesn't automatically make you a god, but it does suggest you intend to challenge their superiority. Not a good idea.

.... [Well, she does consider what he's saying at least. After all, she has never heard of anyone define what a God is. Her experiences come from what little she hears in passing, and what she knows of Zarc. And Zarc, well...] ...That was what he did, though.

He was a big 'storm', destroying anything in his way.

[She supposes saying something like 'I stopped him' is a bad idea however, so she just focuses on him.] ...Zarc called himself a god. He destroyed the world so much that someone had to seal him away and split everything in four. [Not quite annihilation, but...well. Maybe what makes a God for that reason is more if they bother to take the name at all.] ...Sometimes not challenging someone like that can be worse though.

[She winces at a sudden shock through her head, all the same-SOMEONE didn't like her so much as thinking about that mess.]

[It almost sounds right, except the wording made it sound like this particular god FAILED to destroy a world. A weak god?

Not a god at all?]

.. Well. Some gods don't want to bother with having servants or people to rule over. He might have been that sort, this .. Zarc of yours.

[He wasn't sure yet what sort of god he wanted to be. Certainly he was very good at blowing things up, but he rather liked the parts that didn't explode. If everything was destroyed, where would he sleep? What would he eat? Where would he keep his father?

Some things not being ruined was good. Maybe most things.]

Do you think the gods of these people are like that?

...I don't think he even thought about that. [Ow ow ow her head-] ...He just wanted a fight.

[That sounds a little familiar, actually. But, when it comes to the matter of these gods here...she looks to the temple, and back up.] ...I don't know.

Even if the people say they're supposed to be gods, I don't even know if they're 'gods'. I won't know what they're like unless I meet one either.

[From on the temple roof comes a snort of what sounds suspiciously like amusement.]

Almost like a saiyan god, then.

[But much weaker. Did gods need to train? Maybe. Broly decides this particular god might just not have had a lot of reasonable threats to practice against. With proper opponents..

... Well no, it didn't actually matter. No point dwelling on it.]

You don't want to meet a god if you're not one, or aren't very strong. Even the friendly ones are dangerous.

[And frankly by what he could sense of this girl's power level she did not even remotely qualify.]

So don't take their stuff.

[It's a roundabout moralizing, but while he's also pretty sure nobody was going to interfere if she WAS taking their stuff, there was always that tiny chance..]

...Saiyan? [What the heckie is a Sai- ahh, well, she frowns a bit.]

...I met Zarc.

[AND??? LIVED??? Given everything she's said so far that seems. Unlikely. At the same time-] ...I don't like talking about things I don't know-I can't talk about Zarc unless I know him.

[...She does seem the sort to carry that strange, roundabout logic.]

New World New You

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yo on that note if she eventually gets a heart read; you want it to lean any particular way or?

Discord for that!

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