barbecue.

[lostcompany]

[Night, and a campfire outside of town, in the lightly forested scrubland of the Neloi Flats. A good rendezvous point for a ragtag bunch of abductees; a point of interest for any stragglers, where fellow otherworlders can be found.

Just follow the smell of cooking meat. There's...there's a lot of it.

And while you're all feeding yourselves, there's a lot to talk about. For instance: who the fuck were the people that brought everyone here? What did they want? Who's interested in finding a way back home, and what's the best way to tackle that question? Where will everyone stay? How will everyone get along in this place?

All that and more, at the campfire.]



[[ooc: Meant to be a rapid-fire IC conversation kind of post, with rampant threadjacking, but do as ye will! Proper toplevels are welcome, as are new characters.]]

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[corruptedcoil]

...You worry it would harm me?

[ A pause, before: ]

You're strong. I need strong. To stop me, in case I lose control.

[maximumest]

...Yes.

[Well not so much the energy itself as the rest of it, but ... that gets complicated and explaining would be hard.

Except on the surface it sounded like she had a very similar problem.]

What happens when you lose control?

[corruptedcoil]

The Dreadwyrm awakens. Again. And all would fall, for there is none who'd have the strength to seal him once more.

[maximumest]

Is sealing the only option?

[He didn't know what that even MEANT, so it wasn't likely he'd be able to do it. Seal it? Like with a gasket?

That didn't sound right at all.]

[corruptedcoil]

...Yes. It is what I am doing.

[ It comes out. ]

Bahamut is inside me.

[maximumest]

[A potentially world-destroying challenge. Were he a normal saiyan he'd probably be drooling at the opportunity.

He rubs his hands through his hair instead, frowning. It's not an 'if' he could manage, but 'would'.]

.... Well. If it comes to it, I'll see what I can do.