Hey everyone and welcome to the new look for Dragonball Universe's U6 forum! We're going to freshen things up for everyone and hope to bring a new light to the forum and the brand new lore.
We are now known as SUPER Dragonball Universe in an attempt to reflect our shift from Universe 7 to Universe 6.
Events
Universe 6 Event: Galactic World Tournament
Updates
29/06/18 We have an updated Beginner's Guide for New Members! Please browse through it to get a feel for our systems before diving in! It is here. 22/04/19 Brand new site skin, what what!!
Hasenya visibly winced and let out a grumble. Leave it to somebody against the practice to fail miserably at it. The white-haired hybrid shook her head and shoved her hands into her pockets and stood up straight. "It wasn't any of your business from the start, anyway. She's gonna be an issue in the future, and I either need to completely get rid of or subdue her. If I were able to tell the truth, I would have gladly done so." She tried to calmly and briefly explain, but there wasn't any hiding the irritation in her tone. Hasenya was not a patient girl, but she did at least try to make the effort of keeping things civil. If she wanted to keep having fights in the middle of the woods, she would go find a crazed Majin to pick on again. "So I would prefer it if we let that subject die, and get back to the more fun and happy things." She then added with a little more spite in her tone, getting huffy and crossing her arms as she sat back down and looked away from Lamashtu.
Hell, she could've gotten in trouble just for hanging around the woman if her cousin caught wind of it, but she could at least let herself be at liberty to take some risks. Things were no fun even when she was pushing at her boundaries. "I want to eat, rest, and talk idly with the second most sane person I've met since I got back here. If that's okay with you." She glared at the Earthling as she ended her sentence, clearly displeased with having been caught in the middle of her good intended lie.
"Don't you fuckin' sass me now, beanpole. S'not my fault you're apparently incapable of keepin' your own story straight."
The scarred woman snorted and shook her head. She turned and waved her hand dismissively, then kneels down and starts to work on the stripped hide she's gathered thus far, using her knife to gently scrape away the accumulated gory bits of flesh remaining. It's grisly, slow work, but even if she doesn't end up using all of the hide, there are those in rural parts of the country who will be more than happy to buy it off of her. Plus, the monotony of the task allows her brain to begin connecting the dots. An exhausted spirit, encased in a sword. Family that's not family, being hunted down. 'She's gonna be an issue'. Lamashta hummed.
"I've got my own problems to sort through, Hasenya. My own goals to see finished. You seem a nice enough sort, though, so I'll let you keep your secrets." She stood up and stepped over the hide, back to the half-skinned corpse, and starts carving out a sizeable hunk of the flesh to roast over the now-roaring fire. "Goodness knows you're barely able to. I'll even be nice..."
She pauses, and turns to Hasenya. This time, her grin is definitely a little sinister, and blood streaks and smears across her cheek.
"...and not ask how far back you came."
Total Post WC: 234 Total Thread WC: 2,760
Last Edit: Apr 28, 2018 1:38:00 GMT -5 by lamashtu
"I'll sass you if I want. You're not my mother." Hasenya grumbled, turning her gaze away from the angry witch-hobbit again. She simply sat there, mumbling and grumbling to herself feeling a little more than just shaken up from the conversation thus far. It wasn't until Lamashtu made that final, key remark that she sprang to her feet and brought one hand back behind her head. In a set of practice motions, she was standing armed with her blades tip pointed towards the Earthling. She had been feeling anxious around this woman from the very start, and now she had a good idea why. "You're working with them, aren't you? Those blasted fucking Kai that don't do anything but make my life even more shit. It's about time one of you bastards showed up in person so I can finally give you some proper payback." Some might have freaked out then and called Hasenya a madwoman, but others would know better. Hasenya might look young, but she was old beyond her years and had been dragged through mountains of steaming shit that no one her age should be put through. She was paranoid, afraid, and lacking in any kind of friends. If things had been different, she might have been able to laugh it all off, or maybe make a smart little comeback. But Hasenya knew the potential price for such carelessness, and if this strange woman were working with the forces that would certainly oppose her for breaking several laws of nature she would respond swiftly and without mercy.
Of course, she still had some semblance of an ability to reason in her despite all the paranoia and anxiety, so 'without mercy' was a bit of an overestimate. That would imply she would have already struck out, trying to cut the Earthling down. Instead, she just stood there with a wild look in her eye and a hand wrapped tightly around the handle of Excalibur. "Might even be a demon.. One of her creations, am I wrong? Excalibur doesn't prejudice between the divine and the unholy, she'll cut you down just as easily."
"Wh--Wait, you were serious-?!" Time travel? Actual, quantifiable time travel? However improbable it seemed, Lamashtu wasn't about to discount anything. Not with the experience she's had with the weirdness you can find right here on her home planet. Still-
Whatever reaction that Lamashtu might have been expecting, this burst of fiery hostility certainly wasn't it. Her eyebrows rose, and the grin dropped from her face. Her gaze was drawn to the sword in Hasenya's grip, and she had definitely noticed the ease with which she handled it. Her little veiled accusation had a little bit more of an effect than she'd wanted. Welp. Time to see if she can manage to get the crazy apparent time-traveler to chill out and not try to carve her into tiny little scarred bits of human. Way to go, genius. Just had to make light of it, didn't you?
"Easy there, now, beanpole. I'm not working for anyone but my own damn self." The Earthling's motions were deliberately slow, with both of her hands visible. She'd dropped the knife almost as soon as Hasenya had drawn her sword. She carefully spread her hands wide, palms-out. "So calm down a bit and maybe put that big fuckin' butterkn--"
Okay, mental note, smart girl. Don't fuckin' mock the sentient sword, she winced as a fresh burst of irritation and anger hit her from the spirit.
"There's no reason we can't keep talkin', right? No reason to get violent. I dunno who's after you or what the fuck a Kai is, but I sure as fuck am not one, and I'm not workin' for one, either. And in case th' little episode earlier wasn't enough of an indication, I've no love for demons either." Just keep talking, Lamashtu. Show that you're not a threat, show that you've no interest in trading blows. She wasn't terribly keen on having some new scars added to her already impressive collection. "So what do you say we take a minute, breathe, and get that food started, yeah? Then we can sit and eat, and if you want, we can both go our separate ways and forget we ever met each other. C'mon now."
Hasenya shared in her swords irritation, not one to simply sit for someone daring to insult her blade. They weren't exactly empathetically linked, as made obvious by her inability to feel the faint emotions Excalibur gave off. But more often than not unless it was a situation where Hasenya's stubbornness might get her killed she and her sword could agree on most things. One of these things obviously being that she wasn't any simple 'butterknife'. "Lots of things are after me. Witch-hobbit, forest midget people wouldn't surprise me. Though I was at least ninety percent sure that only demons ever sent the curvy ones to throw me off. Effective when I was a teen, but I think I've got a reign on those damned hormones after torching the shit out of myself." Hasenya growled, taking a shaky breath with her grip growing ever tighter on the hilt of her blade in a brief moment of hesitation before she would lower the weapon. She wasn't about to sheathe it on her back and leave herself open for even just the slightest of moments, but she could give Lamashtu the benefit of the doubt.
The hybrid carefully sat back down, visibly shaking and fidgeting slightly, clearly still on edge despite the amount of self control she was trying to show. She kept Excalibur in the grass beside her and hugged her knees to her chest, staring wide-eyed at Lamashtu. Hasenya wasn't crazy or nothing, at least not as crazy as somebody like her father or an actual insane individual. She was just paranoid and scared, like anybody would be when placed in her exact situation with no friends and no family. Lamashtu might know a thing or two about isolation like that. "Yeah, food.." Hasenya muttered, resting her chin against her legs and shifting uncomfortably.
Once she was sure that the strange woman wasn't going to immediately strike her down the moment she turned her back, the Earthling let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. This wasn't the way today was supposed to go! It was supposed to be an easy day. Catch lunch, train until nightfall, make camp, and relax. That went out the window at the beginning of her chase, and she supposed that having an armed and crazy woman join her for her (hours-late) repast was just par for the course at this point.
"There now. Better. Just. Deep breaths, okay? Godsblood, kid, it was half a joke to begin with. Fuck me." She laughed a little, incredulously, and finished preparing the 'roast' for cooking. Since she'd dropped the knife, she just tore the remainder our rather than cut it. She slid it onto the makeshift spit she'd assembled over the firepit and started to turn the meat.
She knelt by the fire quietly for a few moments, before the quiet got to her; even when alone, the scarred woman would talk to herself. Being alone was terrifying, at times. Isolation could break down the strongest hearts. Talking to herself... It kept her sane. Was she just gonna sit here in total silence while she actually had a conversation partner? Fat chance. Let's see.
"So... Curvy ones, huh?" She gave Hasenya a rather broad grin. "Short little scarred wildling with one eye, covered in dinosaur blood. Really? That's your type? You thought I was trying to distract or seduce you?"
She laughed, a full-body and rich laugh, before using a fingertip to trace a line of that dino blood from her cheek, down across her neck with a sort of pseudo-sensuality. Her eyes half-lidded, and her voice lowered an octave.
"...I wasn't. But is it working~?" She all but purred.
"I-.. No! What?" Hasenya's cheeks went redder than her eyes and she damn near fell backwards, completely taken aback by Lamashtu's words. She cleared her throat and forced herself to sit up straight. "I-I don't.. have a type. That's ridiculous, there's no time for it." She let out a shaky huff, really trying her best to maintain her composure under the onslaught of such effective teasing. The only woman who had gotten close to teasing her like that was her own cousin, and for obvious reasons aside from being family, it never once got the nervous reactions and head-fuzzying flusteredness out of Hasenya that the Earthling had just then. The Elemi took a great big deep breath and then pursed her lips, folding her arms over her chest and staring down at her lap.
She sat there for a brief moment, squirming and grumbling like an energetic child put into time-out. Right about now she was wishing that Tomina had helped her practice her mental blocks, because then she might have been able to block off all these feelings and thoughts she really wasn't a fan of. "J-Just had to fuckin'.. do that thing with the blood, and mention curves.." Hasenya grumbled, her cheeks puffing up slightly before she buried her reddened face in her knees again. "I don't wanna answer that question.." The white haired hybrid then added on, slightly muffled by her clothes, which was one hundred percent on purpose.
Hasenya was unquestionably more of a fan of women, that was a question that didn't take too many years into her young adulthood to answer with absolute certainty. But when one of the only women you come into contact with is a relative, and then you find yourself in a situation like hers where she's then flustered on top of feeling incredibly anxious, you get one big shy and anxious puddle of Hasenya goop.
The Earthling couldn't help it. Between the flustered mumbling and the anxious fidgeting, Lamashtu just lost it. It started as a quiet cackle, but soon she was bent at the waist, with her hands on her knees, belly-laughing with tears streaming down her cheeks. It was all just so absurd. That was all it took? Too precious. Gods above.
"You... You are adorable. How have you managed to survive this long? One look and you're stuttering and sputtering, girl, like a virgin on his wedding night." She finally manages to get her giggles under control, returning her focus to the sizzling spit of meat. It was starting to smell somewhat appetizing, the scent of it permeating the clearing. She divided her attention three ways; the meal, the girl, and their surroundings. The smell would likely attract other predators in the area, though if she was lucky the massive remains would deter them. If not, well, she still had her spear. "And don't be ridiculous. By not answering, you've already confirmed it. Your cute little blush and incoherence saw to that."
Taking a small rag from her pack, she carefully cleans her face of both blood and tears, still unable to wipe the smile from her face. Ah, goodness, she needed that. She put the cloth back, then reached out to pluck a piece of the roast and nibble it. Ah. Still a little on the inside. She wouldn't mind, really, but what about Hasenya? She actually froze mid-motion as she recalled the expression on her face when Lamashtu had done that little trick with the blood smear.
Okay. Hasenya probably wouldn't mind a little bit of a rare slice. She knelt and pulled her backpack from her back and began rummaging inside, pulling out her mess kit. Since it was made for one, she'd have to use the bowl for one of them and the plate for the other, but that was fine. Cleanup wasn't an issue, with the stream nearby. She carved a generous chunk of the slightly-charred dinosaur meat onto the plate and walked over, setting it down in front of the still-blushing girl, with the fork. The bowl, she took for herself, no utensils needed. She was used to roughing it.
"There," she muttered with a quiet laugh. "When you can manage to look up again, the food's ready. It's very plain, and slightly gamey, but there's plenty of it, and it'll fill you up."
Total Post WC: 408 Total Thread WC: 3,168
Last Edit: Apr 28, 2018 21:41:51 GMT -5 by lamashtu
Hasenya hugged her knees and grumbled loudly, rocking herself slightly with her brow furrowed and her lips pressed into a tight line trying her absolute best to be irritated. Which she was, but she was more so flustered. Little embers played at the ends of her hairs, a sign of strong emotion in most fire Elemi like her. Said strong emotion had to be obvious, given how much Lamashtu was going at it to make the poor girl fidget and writhe. "I am not adorable and my blush is not cute. I'm not experienced with talking to anybody like this, especially girls, so fuckin'.. Have a little mercy." She grumbled, blowing some of her hair out of her eyes, inadvertently creating a small gout of flame with the lingering embers. Might not have had the same effect with any normal fire, but given how she was being talked to right now, her cheeks weren't the only thing taking the heat up a notch.
"Didn't confirm nothin'." The Elemi huffed, reaching forward to grab the fork she had been given and then to aggressively stab at her meal with it. She took one huge bite and went to town chewing. Hasenya wasn't exactly voracious, but she was most definitely hungry. The way she dug in and almost didn't even pause to take a breath, she must have been starving. Being so skinny and pale, there were probably a handful more issues wrong with her body than just undernourishment, but with just how fucked up her physiology was she wasn't likely to die from any of these things any time soon. Stuffing her face like a woman possessed was a damned good excuse to make sure she didn't embarrass herself any further by giving Lamashtu ammo to make her want to squeal with, though.
"If your first reaction to light teasing is to draw a sword on them, I can't fuckin' imagine why that is." With that final bit of snark, the shorter woman begins to consume the meal in front of her. She's not quite as aggressive with it as Hasenya is, but she has gone most of the day without food now, so she ends up finishing the bowl and returning for seconds quickly.
"I'm probably going to slice the rest of this up into strips to dry into jerky. I think I saw some peppercorn fruits in the forest a ways back. That'll take me most of the rest of the afternoon, but it'll make it so I don't have to hunt at all for a week at the very least. And after that, I intend to go to the stream to the west and wash all of this blood and sweat and grime off of me."
She wasn't really expecting the girl to answer; it was her habit, to speak aloud about her plans for the day. It helped keep her on track, when her mind threatened to wander back to dark places. She needed to remember, yes, always remember, but to dwell on it to the exclusion of all else wasn't productive.
"You're welcome to hang around a bit longer if you'd like. You look like you could use a bit more conversation. You looked almost as wild as I did. The food seems to have helped, but you could probably use another couple dozen meals like it. Beanpole." The insult was almost affectionate. Almost.
She wasn't about to admit it, but Lamashtu had only gained the girls attention again at 'blood and sweat'. She was far too engrossed into eating her food, wolfing it down like it was the best thing she had eaten all week. In response, she blinked twice and then nodded her head. She had only caught half of what the witch-hobbit said, but it was much easier to just roll with it, nod her head, and keep eating as much as her empty stomach could hold. "I have absolutely nothing better to be doing.. Well, nothing I feel like stressing over right now. I need a damned break before I go actually cutting somebody up without a good reason. I'm running myself ragged, I swear." The Elemi grumbled and then sighed, putting her plate down and placing a hand on her gut before leaning back with her other arm as support. "Have fun with your weird dino jerky and bathing in streams, 'm gonna.. I dunno, bitch and whine a little more."
Hasenya let out another deep sigh and then laid back completely, one hand still slowly rubbing her stomach and the other one resting behind her head as a support. "Maybe be a lazy ass and nap. We'll see." She was calm, now. For the most part. No longer shaking intrusive thoughts out of her should be pure mind.
Lamashtu actually snorted at the vague response she was given. She didn't really expect anything less. Nothing to do but keep going, she guessed. Belly full and fire doused, the blood-spattered warrior-woman retrieved her knife and wiped it clean. She started to cut long, thin strips from the remains of their lunch-time catch, draping them across what was left of the tail for the moment. She could put together a makeshift rack for it to dry on later.
She worked non-stop, occasionally stealing a glance at Hasenya while she napped in the mid-afternoon sun. She really was an adorably innocent little thing, but the way she handled Excalibur and her reaction to the comment about her potential time-traveling definitely hinted at both training, and some underlying issues. This woman she hunted must be some bad news. Maybe Lamashtu should.. stick with her, for now? She wasn't sure she wanted to get involved.
She did have her own quest. But it was... very much long-term. She could spare the time, realistically, to accompany Hasenya on her journey. Hmm. We'll see.
"I'll ask her when she wakes up," the tanned woman muttered quietly to herself, uncharacteristically unsure about the idea.
Total Post WC: 198 Total Thread WC: 3,632 Reward Requested: PL
Last Edit: Apr 29, 2018 1:24:32 GMT -5 by lamashtu
Super Dragonball Universe is the original work of Komatsu and Nasu. Any and all content is copyrighted to Super Dragonball Universe.
Copying, altering, or stealing any of the site's content is prohibited.
All of Dragonball Universe's characters are the original work of their owners may not be replicated or stolen.
All images and graphics belong to their rightful owners and Super Dragonball Universe does not claim to own any of them.
The skin was created by TIMELAPSE OF ADOXOGRAPHYv2.