Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2017 0:26:47 GMT -5
A few days.
Since coming back from the Southern Islands, she had hardly even settled back into her more personal life. The fault of that was not stress from having to catch up to the work she missed, but rather how her latest ally had settled herself into living at the mansion. Her presence around here, was plenty different from the one her Majin servant exerted, when she had moved in.
Sayako had only a few belongings, which were separated into two different luggages, and promptly taken upstairs to the girl's choice of room, after being given a tour of the mansion. She hadn't seen the girl until that afternoon, when she decided to continue having her body adjust to ten times earth's gravity. But Maiz was different. Though it was too early to say if she was pleased about that.
The Saiyan had came with only two belongings, which she had yet to explore for herself. Her first had been an eye piece which was explained to be a scouter, and from her recollection of their encounter, clearly was able to identify level of strength.
But such a thing couldn't have been as flawless as it sounded. There had to be a limit to the device, which measurements she didn't understand. How could a device that read energy, determine just how much strength she really had? Something to keep in mind later.
While the other belonging, had clearly been a space pod. It was old, and clearly built for only one to travel in, but stuffed inside had also been where the girl had kept the rest of her clothing. Helping her servant pack it away properly into one of the rooms on the lower floor, which was the nearest to the living room, she had noticed a lack of wear that she was used to wearing herself.
Though she wasn't going to force the girl to wear them around the house, it certainly wasn't appropriate enough to wear beyond the mansion. The girl's space armor alone, she could already see her servant outgrowing the body suit she wore along with it.
Fortunately, other than a few indirect comments to her complains, the Saiyan had begrudgingly seemed to accept the changes for the most part. Though these efforts likely wouldn't have gone as smoothly, without her subtly asking for the Majin's help.
With those two entertaining each other, it should have been time she had with continuing her work, and finishing it before the coming weekend, if not for her younger servant's presence. A couple of hours could be saved with those two training, but at their leisure, she found that the other girl would entertain herself with their game system, or feed her immense appetite.
The former had consistently involved her being indirectly asked for help, which although seemed to have meant to be a challenge of sorts, it just wasn't a thing she was interested in. Yet, time was spent on it anyway, knowing it would keep the girl busy awhile.
But the latter had been a mistake, being unaware of just how much her servant was actually unable to eat. The wrappers and discarded cans lying all over the place, had also led to time being focused on showing the girl how to properly dispose and clean of what she ate. Apparently, the Saiyan was used to making other humans do such work for her, and hadn't done any washing outside what she wore.
Simply looking down on the girl and saying she would clean up her mess, had avoided that situation turning into an argument she had no time to get into. These events had expanded over the course of several days, and likely wouldn't end anytime soon.
However, she was far from viewing it as something that she would need to adjust to. This was her mansion, and those two were her servants. That fact wasn't something that would ever change. It was them who should plan around what she liked.
What work she was able to get done, was only about 40%, compared to the 55% it had been, back when the Majin had first settled in. Frequent breaks were needed if she wanted to think clearly with some of these problems, and that was her intention now.
Setting what sheets she had been holding down, she left her desk, and headed over to the walk-in closet. The jacuzzi, nice as it was, was a use that she felt was rewarding after some heavy effort on her part. A typical session in the gravity room, wasn't one of those. As such, it had only been used a number of times, of which had been recorded on a clipboard right outside the room's walls.
From what she could remember, the last she had used it, was right after using the gravity room as an outlet, for her failure in recruiting that stupid cat. It was now hardly a bother for her, but she could still imagine the level it had been, thinking back.
The lights of the closet were switched on, her eyes scanning over just how spacious it was, compared to the one back at her old house. What clothing she had for each of the seasons, had only fit a certain portion. Her cousin would certainly be proud.
Despite her being supportive of her change, the girl had yet been able to do more than give a housewarming gift. Though it was only because a topic of a real house visit, was due to her not wanting any of those she knew, to be acquainted with her servants.
Not until she had properly trained them at least. It was difficult getting those she knew to even agree to that notion, but with how often she started being away from school, it was certainly an understandable one. Still, it was a visit she was looking forward to.
Among the selection of swimsuits she had near the back, a pink one with white dots, and a more floral rim, was what she had chosen. Just the right modesty, but enough appeal to it with its floral pattern, to really keep it from being hideous.
What mattered the most however, was that it was comfortable enough for her to wear between these periods of rest. Though it was only really just a portion of what she would do with more time. Private moments where she was the most vulnerable. The most human.
Taking the piece with her to change into later, she had went for a shower first, thoughts shifting to how she was going to get the girl to act on her schedule. She already had in mind of fighting the girl again, only this time instead of an offer, asserting what she wanted. Her body was still adjusting to ten times earth's gravity, while her two servants still fell below her own level.
Such a fight would be a lot better than their first encounter. It was going to be satisfying as well, just knowing the girl would have to work nearly double the effort to move around, compared to her own. The mansion was relatively quiet, with there being only two other inhabitants, whose schedules that while she didn't know, wouldn't likely differ too much from what she already seen.
Her latest servant would likely be in the living room right about now. There was a game the Saiyan was one, which from what she could recall, was a relatively long game. Not easy enough to be bored of, and not difficult enough to really come annoy her either.
She was hoping, at least. Leaving her room wearing the swimsuit, her walking was the only audible thing around, up until she had to pass the Majin's room, which was closed like always. Although it was clear from the TV she heard, as she had gone and passed by, that the girl was in there. Not the grunting of a workout, but the quietness that showed that she was at leisure.
Peace which she would taste for herself for a good hour. Standing outside of the room with the jacuzzi, a room which was at the end of a hall, rather than being aside another, her eyes scanned over the clipboard. The most recent sheet was always on the top, while the older ones were placed on the bottom. So many of the entries had listed her pink-fleshed servant's signature.
Whether the Majin wanted to admit it or not, it seemed that she had been the unlikely one to use this place, more than she did. Although the timing was pretty cautious, being periods of time where she would usually be at school, or well into the night.
Since the younger Saiyan started living here, and was introduced to this room, there were similar periods. The girl's signature however, was pretty sloppy and big, but this was just another thing in life her servant saw as troublesome, so it wasn't a surprise.
Shifting the pen down to where an empty spot should have been however, in it's place was already the other girl's signature. A new development that should have left her annoyed, but she was going to use it as an opportunity for change instead. If it didn't work, there was always fighting to fall back on. She just wanted to stop having to check on the girl, and fix any issues revolving her.
The room was entered after a knock, filling her ears with the sound of the jets, which erupted underneath the one using it, and inducing what she knew would be a pleasurable massage. Her youngest servant actually was in here, and thankfully seeming to continue practicing the use of wearing a swimsuit. Though she could see the girl's point, it had been strange to hear the idea was unusual.
She wasn't acknowledge as she walked in, reminding her that while the girl might have thought that she was superior, she wasn't one for conversation. Joining the Saiyan on her opposite side, the water being quick to introduce warmth to her body, as she slid down enough to submerge her neck, she couldn't help but look at the other girl. For a moment, she questioned if the girl was asleep.
Her eyes were closed after all, and for someone who was younger than her, she likely worked more than any earthling who was her age. The lack of slow breathing however, made her rule out that thought. Still, rare to see such peace coming from the girl.
Even when playing video games, the Saiyan wasn't one to shy away from showing she was frustrated, often grunting, or obviously trying her hardest to tap away at the buttons. A thought she took to ease herself, as this whole break, for the most part, seemed to go right in her favor. What she had to say to the girl, she could do so here, after some decent time had gone and passed.
As a Vampire, her body didn't just rapidly adjust to the temperatures in here. It was desensitized when it came to most conditions, and in most cases, needed a build up. But what little she was able to feel, she had grabbed onto it, just waiting until it had reached out to the rest of her body. She might not have been alone in here, but solitary wasn't necessary to go back to those points in her life where she could feel human again. Just for something like comfort and this kind of leisure at her reach.
So much had changed since she had become a Vampire, and the massage that these jets gave, worked on parts of her body, which had seen much use since starting the life of a supernatural. No longer could she truly listen to or read about another sighting, and just hope that as interesting as it was, that it wouldn't reach her neighborhood. She could now take out whatever it was.
No longer was she restrained to only the interests that her city had, unable to explore beyond a trip that most, would only ever dream of being able to achieve. It took several days at most, depending on where it was, to get to a city past this one.
Time which was saved and could be put to better use elsewhere. She could make a difference that many were either too afraid, or couldn't do without the power she had. It took work, and effort, but it was something she knew that she could achieve.
Not everyone was able to say the same about their decisions. Which was why no matter how she felt about pushing away this human side of her, it had to be done. Who she was before, was nothing compared to the being she was now. More capable than most she knew.
With these thoughts going through her mind, and her body fully adjusting to the warmth the other girl felt, the toll the events from the last few days had placed on her, was being forgotten with each passing second. Her muscles were relaxed, but not to the point where her limbs went numb, as the blood flow was kept moving from the jets, and this seat vibrated along with its movements.
Content and at ease, she blinked her eyes, finding that the younger girl was staring. No question had came after noticing they both had their eyes open however, and no other movement from her either. Though she did notice the girl's arms were now crossed.
"I'll be taking the money and buying food with the Majin. Not enough meat, that hunting can't give."
Indirect as ever, her servant had gone and spoken to her like there wasn't a choice in the matter. But they were things that she couldn't really complain about, wanting the girl to restock what she ate herself, anyway. The Saiyan had went on and continued speaking, though she likely wasn't even waiting for a response anyway. Just wanted this whole thing to be said and done.
"I'll also buy better entertainment. All the ones here are too easy."
That wasn't how the girl seemed to feel the other day. But that was also an issue, which she felt had implied meant there was a chance she wouldn't be asked for help as much. There wasn't much else she really had a problem with either. It seemed that what she wanted to talk with to the girl, was being resolved by itself, but it was a lot different than just fighting it out, and getting the girl to listen that way. She wanted more from the girl, which she didn't already get from the Majin.
"Do as you wish for these matters. Though I suggest that you finish up your leisure here, as you've had time enough."
It wasn't an outright request, but what she said should have been indication she was telling the girl to go train. A place that she would head after changing into more suitable wear. The Saiyan only gave a smirk, which was meant more to mock than amusement. Nothing out of place for the girl, and she didn't expect anything less from her. They had both gotten out of the jacuzzi nearly the same time, though the girl had left first, leaving her to drain and turn the machine off.
She was wet from head to toe, but her head was clear, and that was what mattered the most.
WC: 2583
Since coming back from the Southern Islands, she had hardly even settled back into her more personal life. The fault of that was not stress from having to catch up to the work she missed, but rather how her latest ally had settled herself into living at the mansion. Her presence around here, was plenty different from the one her Majin servant exerted, when she had moved in.
Sayako had only a few belongings, which were separated into two different luggages, and promptly taken upstairs to the girl's choice of room, after being given a tour of the mansion. She hadn't seen the girl until that afternoon, when she decided to continue having her body adjust to ten times earth's gravity. But Maiz was different. Though it was too early to say if she was pleased about that.
The Saiyan had came with only two belongings, which she had yet to explore for herself. Her first had been an eye piece which was explained to be a scouter, and from her recollection of their encounter, clearly was able to identify level of strength.
But such a thing couldn't have been as flawless as it sounded. There had to be a limit to the device, which measurements she didn't understand. How could a device that read energy, determine just how much strength she really had? Something to keep in mind later.
While the other belonging, had clearly been a space pod. It was old, and clearly built for only one to travel in, but stuffed inside had also been where the girl had kept the rest of her clothing. Helping her servant pack it away properly into one of the rooms on the lower floor, which was the nearest to the living room, she had noticed a lack of wear that she was used to wearing herself.
Though she wasn't going to force the girl to wear them around the house, it certainly wasn't appropriate enough to wear beyond the mansion. The girl's space armor alone, she could already see her servant outgrowing the body suit she wore along with it.
Fortunately, other than a few indirect comments to her complains, the Saiyan had begrudgingly seemed to accept the changes for the most part. Though these efforts likely wouldn't have gone as smoothly, without her subtly asking for the Majin's help.
With those two entertaining each other, it should have been time she had with continuing her work, and finishing it before the coming weekend, if not for her younger servant's presence. A couple of hours could be saved with those two training, but at their leisure, she found that the other girl would entertain herself with their game system, or feed her immense appetite.
The former had consistently involved her being indirectly asked for help, which although seemed to have meant to be a challenge of sorts, it just wasn't a thing she was interested in. Yet, time was spent on it anyway, knowing it would keep the girl busy awhile.
But the latter had been a mistake, being unaware of just how much her servant was actually unable to eat. The wrappers and discarded cans lying all over the place, had also led to time being focused on showing the girl how to properly dispose and clean of what she ate. Apparently, the Saiyan was used to making other humans do such work for her, and hadn't done any washing outside what she wore.
Simply looking down on the girl and saying she would clean up her mess, had avoided that situation turning into an argument she had no time to get into. These events had expanded over the course of several days, and likely wouldn't end anytime soon.
However, she was far from viewing it as something that she would need to adjust to. This was her mansion, and those two were her servants. That fact wasn't something that would ever change. It was them who should plan around what she liked.
What work she was able to get done, was only about 40%, compared to the 55% it had been, back when the Majin had first settled in. Frequent breaks were needed if she wanted to think clearly with some of these problems, and that was her intention now.
Setting what sheets she had been holding down, she left her desk, and headed over to the walk-in closet. The jacuzzi, nice as it was, was a use that she felt was rewarding after some heavy effort on her part. A typical session in the gravity room, wasn't one of those. As such, it had only been used a number of times, of which had been recorded on a clipboard right outside the room's walls.
From what she could remember, the last she had used it, was right after using the gravity room as an outlet, for her failure in recruiting that stupid cat. It was now hardly a bother for her, but she could still imagine the level it had been, thinking back.
The lights of the closet were switched on, her eyes scanning over just how spacious it was, compared to the one back at her old house. What clothing she had for each of the seasons, had only fit a certain portion. Her cousin would certainly be proud.
Despite her being supportive of her change, the girl had yet been able to do more than give a housewarming gift. Though it was only because a topic of a real house visit, was due to her not wanting any of those she knew, to be acquainted with her servants.
Not until she had properly trained them at least. It was difficult getting those she knew to even agree to that notion, but with how often she started being away from school, it was certainly an understandable one. Still, it was a visit she was looking forward to.
Among the selection of swimsuits she had near the back, a pink one with white dots, and a more floral rim, was what she had chosen. Just the right modesty, but enough appeal to it with its floral pattern, to really keep it from being hideous.
What mattered the most however, was that it was comfortable enough for her to wear between these periods of rest. Though it was only really just a portion of what she would do with more time. Private moments where she was the most vulnerable. The most human.
Taking the piece with her to change into later, she had went for a shower first, thoughts shifting to how she was going to get the girl to act on her schedule. She already had in mind of fighting the girl again, only this time instead of an offer, asserting what she wanted. Her body was still adjusting to ten times earth's gravity, while her two servants still fell below her own level.
Such a fight would be a lot better than their first encounter. It was going to be satisfying as well, just knowing the girl would have to work nearly double the effort to move around, compared to her own. The mansion was relatively quiet, with there being only two other inhabitants, whose schedules that while she didn't know, wouldn't likely differ too much from what she already seen.
Her latest servant would likely be in the living room right about now. There was a game the Saiyan was one, which from what she could recall, was a relatively long game. Not easy enough to be bored of, and not difficult enough to really come annoy her either.
She was hoping, at least. Leaving her room wearing the swimsuit, her walking was the only audible thing around, up until she had to pass the Majin's room, which was closed like always. Although it was clear from the TV she heard, as she had gone and passed by, that the girl was in there. Not the grunting of a workout, but the quietness that showed that she was at leisure.
Peace which she would taste for herself for a good hour. Standing outside of the room with the jacuzzi, a room which was at the end of a hall, rather than being aside another, her eyes scanned over the clipboard. The most recent sheet was always on the top, while the older ones were placed on the bottom. So many of the entries had listed her pink-fleshed servant's signature.
Whether the Majin wanted to admit it or not, it seemed that she had been the unlikely one to use this place, more than she did. Although the timing was pretty cautious, being periods of time where she would usually be at school, or well into the night.
Since the younger Saiyan started living here, and was introduced to this room, there were similar periods. The girl's signature however, was pretty sloppy and big, but this was just another thing in life her servant saw as troublesome, so it wasn't a surprise.
Shifting the pen down to where an empty spot should have been however, in it's place was already the other girl's signature. A new development that should have left her annoyed, but she was going to use it as an opportunity for change instead. If it didn't work, there was always fighting to fall back on. She just wanted to stop having to check on the girl, and fix any issues revolving her.
The room was entered after a knock, filling her ears with the sound of the jets, which erupted underneath the one using it, and inducing what she knew would be a pleasurable massage. Her youngest servant actually was in here, and thankfully seeming to continue practicing the use of wearing a swimsuit. Though she could see the girl's point, it had been strange to hear the idea was unusual.
She wasn't acknowledge as she walked in, reminding her that while the girl might have thought that she was superior, she wasn't one for conversation. Joining the Saiyan on her opposite side, the water being quick to introduce warmth to her body, as she slid down enough to submerge her neck, she couldn't help but look at the other girl. For a moment, she questioned if the girl was asleep.
Her eyes were closed after all, and for someone who was younger than her, she likely worked more than any earthling who was her age. The lack of slow breathing however, made her rule out that thought. Still, rare to see such peace coming from the girl.
Even when playing video games, the Saiyan wasn't one to shy away from showing she was frustrated, often grunting, or obviously trying her hardest to tap away at the buttons. A thought she took to ease herself, as this whole break, for the most part, seemed to go right in her favor. What she had to say to the girl, she could do so here, after some decent time had gone and passed.
As a Vampire, her body didn't just rapidly adjust to the temperatures in here. It was desensitized when it came to most conditions, and in most cases, needed a build up. But what little she was able to feel, she had grabbed onto it, just waiting until it had reached out to the rest of her body. She might not have been alone in here, but solitary wasn't necessary to go back to those points in her life where she could feel human again. Just for something like comfort and this kind of leisure at her reach.
So much had changed since she had become a Vampire, and the massage that these jets gave, worked on parts of her body, which had seen much use since starting the life of a supernatural. No longer could she truly listen to or read about another sighting, and just hope that as interesting as it was, that it wouldn't reach her neighborhood. She could now take out whatever it was.
No longer was she restrained to only the interests that her city had, unable to explore beyond a trip that most, would only ever dream of being able to achieve. It took several days at most, depending on where it was, to get to a city past this one.
Time which was saved and could be put to better use elsewhere. She could make a difference that many were either too afraid, or couldn't do without the power she had. It took work, and effort, but it was something she knew that she could achieve.
Not everyone was able to say the same about their decisions. Which was why no matter how she felt about pushing away this human side of her, it had to be done. Who she was before, was nothing compared to the being she was now. More capable than most she knew.
With these thoughts going through her mind, and her body fully adjusting to the warmth the other girl felt, the toll the events from the last few days had placed on her, was being forgotten with each passing second. Her muscles were relaxed, but not to the point where her limbs went numb, as the blood flow was kept moving from the jets, and this seat vibrated along with its movements.
Content and at ease, she blinked her eyes, finding that the younger girl was staring. No question had came after noticing they both had their eyes open however, and no other movement from her either. Though she did notice the girl's arms were now crossed.
"I'll be taking the money and buying food with the Majin. Not enough meat, that hunting can't give."
Indirect as ever, her servant had gone and spoken to her like there wasn't a choice in the matter. But they were things that she couldn't really complain about, wanting the girl to restock what she ate herself, anyway. The Saiyan had went on and continued speaking, though she likely wasn't even waiting for a response anyway. Just wanted this whole thing to be said and done.
"I'll also buy better entertainment. All the ones here are too easy."
That wasn't how the girl seemed to feel the other day. But that was also an issue, which she felt had implied meant there was a chance she wouldn't be asked for help as much. There wasn't much else she really had a problem with either. It seemed that what she wanted to talk with to the girl, was being resolved by itself, but it was a lot different than just fighting it out, and getting the girl to listen that way. She wanted more from the girl, which she didn't already get from the Majin.
"Do as you wish for these matters. Though I suggest that you finish up your leisure here, as you've had time enough."
It wasn't an outright request, but what she said should have been indication she was telling the girl to go train. A place that she would head after changing into more suitable wear. The Saiyan only gave a smirk, which was meant more to mock than amusement. Nothing out of place for the girl, and she didn't expect anything less from her. They had both gotten out of the jacuzzi nearly the same time, though the girl had left first, leaving her to drain and turn the machine off.
She was wet from head to toe, but her head was clear, and that was what mattered the most.
WC: 2583