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arimoi2017-03-11 12:28 am
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[It's early evening, just as the sun sets in a cascade of reds and oranges that from the other side of the sky there is a sudden intense flare of sickening green to the south, the shade often associated with radioactivity, not healthy plantlife. It's bright enough to throw shadows in the opposite direction, briefly leaving everything for an alarming distance with two shadows, pointing due north in stark contrast with the long eastward shadows of the setting sun.
The greenish light fades before the sun sinks below the horizon, the ground giving only the faintest of shivers some moments later as far north as Haven and Twinsgrace in time to a distant, strangely long roll of thunder. It can be seen far further away than it can be felt, and in its wake life resumes fairly promptly.
Rumors spread fast. An airburst asteroid, perhaps? A comet?? A NUCLEAR EXPLOSION???
And far to the south sits a lone saiyan on a bloody outcropping of rock, staring listlessly at a terrifyingly wide and long dredged line bisecting the small valley before him and a perfectly round hole straight through the mountain directly across there, molten rock cooling around its edges in an angry but dulling red glare. Blood splatters and streaks the rock from quite a height up, the pattern suggesting something or someone had fallen and repeatedly attempted to catch themselves.
Or himself, as the case might be, as those stains and smears lead right to the seated Broly, blood soaking him as well.. and the two new wide appendanges sprawled in awkward angles to either side of him. Long and broad and delicately scaled, they look awfully like unusually large bat wings .. if bats had scales, and if one washed off the coating of drying red. The ragged wounds they emerge from bleed only slowly, but steadily.
He doesn't seem to notice. It's not certain he's really noticing the mountain he's staring at either.
That's it. That's it, that was all he could do.]
The greenish light fades before the sun sinks below the horizon, the ground giving only the faintest of shivers some moments later as far north as Haven and Twinsgrace in time to a distant, strangely long roll of thunder. It can be seen far further away than it can be felt, and in its wake life resumes fairly promptly.
Rumors spread fast. An airburst asteroid, perhaps? A comet?? A NUCLEAR EXPLOSION???
And far to the south sits a lone saiyan on a bloody outcropping of rock, staring listlessly at a terrifyingly wide and long dredged line bisecting the small valley before him and a perfectly round hole straight through the mountain directly across there, molten rock cooling around its edges in an angry but dulling red glare. Blood splatters and streaks the rock from quite a height up, the pattern suggesting something or someone had fallen and repeatedly attempted to catch themselves.
Or himself, as the case might be, as those stains and smears lead right to the seated Broly, blood soaking him as well.. and the two new wide appendanges sprawled in awkward angles to either side of him. Long and broad and delicately scaled, they look awfully like unusually large bat wings .. if bats had scales, and if one washed off the coating of drying red. The ragged wounds they emerge from bleed only slowly, but steadily.
He doesn't seem to notice. It's not certain he's really noticing the mountain he's staring at either.
That's it. That's it, that was all he could do.]
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[Honestly. Anyway.] I don't think anyone has ever really met one...Nii-sama just had them on cards like these, [She explains, pulling her deck out.] And then you could summon them.
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[The ungainly wings are flexed, setting off more bleeding in the tears in his back, but tiny determined scales are starting to cover the skin of those wings, and a little bit across the wounds as well. They'll close.. eventually.]
Don't speak to me about strength. What do you know of power? A god that couldn't even ruin ONE planet?
[The misery eases slightly .. but that's anger bubbling up in its wake, like banked coals disturbed to the air.
If she's wise, Reira will choose her next words very, very carefully. The still cooling hole through a mountain suggests exactly how much power he still had left.
And no sense at all that if he were sufficiently annoyed he would hesitate to apply it again.]
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...I know that everyone can get sick if they don't take care of themselves.
Even really, really strong people.
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[Broly wasn't inclined to violence without good reason. What counted as 'good reason' varied wildly.
The blinding rage of being relegated to the ground and then being stripped of a vast chunk of his power was definitely a good reason. Being reminded that he was no longer what he was, so shortly after it was taken from him, was salt in the metaphorical wound.]
When someone outlives their purpose, they shouldn't outlive it for long.
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[But....after one last look toward the bleeding wings, she relents and stashes the gauze in her bag again. The bag might look familiar if Broly saw Yuusei at the campfire actually. Also the gloves.
...........kid...............]
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[Being sick can kill. And frankly he didn't care, if he couldn't even ruin a mountain he wasn't deserving of being the legend. It might be worth trying to cut off the new appendages and seeing if they were draining his energy. Maybe removing them would restore what he'd lost.
He doubted it. There was some sense that this wasn't something so easily remedied.]
I suggest you keep your 'advice' to yourself, before I decide to put another hole through a mountain.
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[And hey.] ...'s good advice, [she mutters, frowning.]
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[About the advice, or getting sick?
'Yes' is probably the answer.
His gaze returns to the mountain. He could try to explain. What he was, what he'd lost, why it actually mattered, but she was a child and an alien child at that, her understanding was limited.]
You understand nothing, and I am not going to waste my time trying to explain it. If I am so weak as to get sick then so be it.
reira of all the words u shoudl not have said Ever...
[For now though, she's going to try turning her duel disk on to look and see where she 'ported' this time. Obviously there's a mountain across from her...hmmm...] ...Since you don't want help right now.
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[How to put it in a way she might even begin to understand? ... why bother, he'll go for something easier.]
It's the way of my kind.
[There. That'll work. He can't offer any help on the location, he'd only seen it from the sky and returning to it didn't seem likely any time soon.]
Unless you can get me home or can contact my father, there's no help you can offer that I want.
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But then she's gone. A burst of feathers, flower petals, light and wind, and she's gone.
She still doesn't agree with you though.]