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’Well before you started being rude I was trying to be helpful, doesn’t happen often let me tell you and I’m startin’ to recall exactly why.’ He definitely wasn’t up for teaching, he had decided, helping in general more than likely. Seeing the defeated form of the crestfallen Majin before him only filled him with a deep seated sense of persuasive disgust, a widening pit right down in his guts. Or… actually… maybe he was just getting hungry, he hadn’t eaten in like an hour. A whole hour! Either way he didn’t really have any kindhearted words of encouragement to offer and he definitely wasn’t the kind of person that went in for hair ruffling. So what did he want then?
’I want you to stop looking so sorry for yourself, get up off your ass an throw me another one already.’ Standing above her, his voice still filled with menace he glared down at her sideways as though she weren’t worth his full and undivided attention. ’If you’re any sort of martial artist then even faced with an impassable barricade you should exhaust all of your options before giving up, even then if it proves an impossible task you can use it to grow and learn.’
Lifting the hand nearest to her he snapped his palm up to Liari’s face, only a few inches or so separating them, the soft purplish glow of his aura floated lazily around him, rolling and breaking about itself like something halfway between smoke and water, a soft, constant breeze emanating from where he stood, whipping up dust and rolling pebbles here and there but little more. It was pretty clear there wasn’t going to be an option B, but Sinthe felt like spelling it out anyway.
’Alternatively, you can sit there and I’ll entertain myself by testing the limits of your regenerative properties. Could you survive if I turned you into a bluish smear? If I severed each individual molecule from the next? If I ground even those down to the constituent atoms? I don’t know if you have the same pain response as a carbon based lifeform, but I can’t imagine that it would feel any good.’WC: 365 Stamina: 3/3
Sinthe’s ears perked up as he lay, basking in the warm morning sun, doing nothing in particular and not particularly planning to either. Today was basking day and he was damned if someone tearing up the southern half of the planet was going to interrupt it, true enough the ki emenating from that direction was interesting but it wasn’t his problem. One for Chris and Co, he figured and had just turned over content to ignore it. This was new though, new and strange, it was ki but it didn’t seem as though it belonged to anyone, like it was just a clump of energy with no real will or drive behind it to speak of. While not unheard of it was much more interesting than the unfolding situation down south being that this ki, being listless to the point that it felt as though there was no mind or soul driving it, also had a strong lilt to it which boring, vainglorious and self-righteous folks would likely describe as ‘intensely evil.’
So it’s a malevolent rock or something, still not my problem.
The Anubian shifted himself around again all the better to ignore the two roughly equidistant clumps of energy, annoyingly still picking up on things here and there, power travelling to and from said, passing between the two, clustering around either or… and then.
Holy hell! What IS that thing!? It’s getting so strong so fast! That’s no malevolent rock! If those idiots around it are feeding off a power like that… Then what?
Funny that, he had caught himself before the thought even occurred to him consciously, plunging it back down into the depths as he sat now in a cross legged huff atop his chosen basking rock. Why would reject one of his own thoughts so strongly? Because if those Saiyan mooks kept on feeding off that power then this rock, this planet rather, the Planet Dirt which he so readily and frequently disparaged… might just disappear.
And still… not my problem…
Cervez and Samael must have been around somewhere, they’d been perfectly willing to bus him around with them before and given the circumstances he doubted that they’d be any less than accomadating.
But…
North and South, from top to bottom, the weak and the strong, the natives to the windblown like him (not that any of them were anything like his fine self,) all of them were fighting to keep this stupid little blue marble tumbling through space, teeming with vibrant life.
But!
He could walk away, it wasn’t his planet after all, as he’d eloquently put it that meant it wasn’t his problem. Chris and Co were up and if he and Jie and the Towerkeeper and the Bedhead and the Kindling Woman were up to snuff then it just might come off. The world might just not end on basking day.
BUT!
He stood, swallowed, tensed his muscles, cleared his mind, took a breath once, twice, third one for luck and then took off North, damnit if these people weren’t having a bad influence on him.
Later…
’Ah, that’ll be our malevolent rock then…’ It transpired as he approached that the malevolent rock had in fact been a malevolent seed which some asshat had decided to drop right in his backyard. Not quite literally, obviously, but when you considered an entire planet to be your personally appropriated stomping grounds backyard was pretty much relative anyway. Taking up position some ways off from the heart of the calamity he didn’t really bother hiding his power, the guard around the tree was too tight for him to be able to execute an effective sneak attack anyway and honestly? Purple cat men kinda stuck out.
Seemed he had arrived just in time to see Chris himself in the pulpit, something that he normally would have been quick to lambaste, lampoon or otherwise lampshade, but he liked the direction that he was taking on this one. Less moralizing, more neck wringing, he could definitely get used to this. When all was said he bobbed up off the ground again and moved forward, cool, collected, refusing to be intimidated by the vast powers all around, head held high and hands clasped at his back as though he were enjoying a casual stroll than a battle for the world entire. He was keenly aware of the ground far beneath his feet as he did so, cracked, cracking still as if sun baked, dying. One thing for sure, that tree had to go. This was not Destruction, this was sickness.
’You say such wonderful things when it comes down to the wire, how glad I am that I came.’ His on and off ally had the right of it as well, for such a battle nothing less than full power was appropriate. Too bad he hadn’t put some more work in, a few less basking days might have been an idea. Ah, well. ’Now, let’s see if we can’t get rid of the shitty, evil topiary and the aphids crawling all over it.’ He smiled, a toothy predatory grin as he looked all up and down the assembled Saiyans, his aura rising up around him in a constant, measured pulse which seemed to throw a glimmer through his eyes at every beat.
Finally after all this time he was back in his element and probably the only one pulling for the defense who was enjoying this.WC: 909 Thread PL: 111,733 75% Power: 1,340,796/1,117,330 +x2 to Offensive PL from Creatures of Destruction Racial
[PT-3] Galactic Ki Sense [PT-2] Ki Suppression [PT-3] Ki Suppression [ST-2] Afterimage [PT-1] Bulking
And now for the fun stuff...
[ST-2] Return to Sender
If the user were able to dodge an energy attack then they may use this technique instead. Seizing hold of the attack the user compresses it into a small energy sphere and flings it back towards the enemy. [Redirects one energy attack (OT-2 equivalent or lower) towards a chosen enemy in the form of an energy sphere]
[VT-1] Special Delivery
If the user is able to completely Block an incoming energy attack they may use this Technique instead. The user seizes hold of the incoming energy, compresses it into an energy sphere and then adds their own ki on top of it before hurling it back to the attack’s source. [Redirect + 25% Damage. Only effective against OT-1 & OT-2 or equivalent.]
[VT-2] Special Delivery II
If the user is able to completely Block an incoming energy attack they may use this Technique instead. The user seizes hold of the incoming energy, compresses it into an energy sphere and then adds their own ki on top of it before hurling it back to the attack’s source. [Redirect + 50% Damage. Only effective against OT-1 & OT-2 or equivalent.]]
Though his interest had been piqued it seemed that any interest this creature offered had peaked. Though, it was at least interesting to hear that whoever SHE ate seemed to have some kind of existence within her still. Existence was overrated. Life was where it was at. The two were by no means equal, in point of fact one was exponentially crueler and he would not wish it on his worst enemy. Disappointing.
’Predation is perfectly natural I’ll have you know,’ the Anubian insisted as he took each beam in hand, allowing them to flow and build into his palm as he took hold of the energy, not by any means making it his own, but as good as. Having taken the best of her attack he was left with a ball of pink energy floating calmly above each palm. Gently he brought his hands together, cupping them in front of himself as though cradling water therein. The two orbs intermingled seamlessly, becoming a perfect one which crackled with a pink purplish discharge as it seemed to strain against the ki he used to keep it in thrall to him.
’So you… what? Steal people’s bodies and ram raid their memories while they go on “existing inside you? There’s a word for that you know? Parasitism.’ Giant mollusks at least just killed you and ate you, though he understood the process to be not quite so clean cut, you could be dying still while it was eating you over the course of several months, years even but at least it just killed you. Lo-jacking someone else’s… he didn’t want to say soul exactly but… personhood. In his capacity as a destructive being it was hard not to find such a thing highly offensive.
Just as gently he placed a finger to the base of the energy sphere, freeing up his other hand which he tucked nonchalantly behind him. ’I could wax lyrical now about sword grips and broom handles, but it’s not like you can help yourself right? Right.’ With a quick flick forward of his still raised digit the ball of stolen energy shot back towards its owner, but it was HIS attack now. There was some kind of irony here but he thought it better left unspoken, he just stood by smiling his self assured smile.WC: 391 Stamina: 2/3
{ST-1 Return to Sender}If the user were able to dodge an energy attack then they may use this technique instead. Seizing hold of the attack the user compresses it into a small energy sphere and flings it back towards the enemy. [Redirects one energy attack (OT-1) back to its source in the form of an energy sphere]
It was with slight amusement that Sinthe watched one of Flare’s entourage attempt to pet the two ‘fluffy’ men that he’d accompanied here although it annoyed him somewhat that these backwoods hicks still mistook them for Zoanthrope earthlings with such startling frequency and insistent ignorance. So with the rather dismissive question of his identity still on the table he decided to breeze right along to the really important part.
’Again, whether you chose to or not the content of my statements would go unaltered, I am either correct or incorrect. If it bothers you, feel free. My name is Sinthe the Destroyer, Cervez and I are not what you people call Zoans, we are… something else. I, for my part, am something older and less patient than anyone alive today would have any conception of.’ Sinthe wasn’t sure how much exactly his companion was comfortable sharing with these people and though he was the elder, in his current state this was definitely Cervez’ show, something which had become quite clear while they were on Namek. ’For now, trust that we have this planet’s interests at heart for reasons of our own and that you’d do well to heed advice offered freely.’ There was something different about the way he spoke now, there was still the perennial smugness there as though he knew very well he were the smartest being in the whole cluster or something, but his rarely observed sincerity it seemed had now surfaced.
A good time for it too, he was not known to be especially patient at the best of times and the fact that these few had decided to centre what seemed to be an increasingly elaborate melodrama around this succession drew a subdued growl from him as he simply stood on and watched it unfold. So he stood there, arms crossed, eyes practically shut as these people tried to decided once and for all who was the martyriest martyr that ever was martyred and only breaking his concentration to ward off an unexpected inconvenience.
’Quit it,’ he ordered Flare’s companion flatly. Not that he was entirely averse to anyone petting his fur so long as they REALY knew what they were doing it carried the implicit risk that this person might be one such and quite honestly he didn’t think that purring in front of these people would strengthen his position any. ’Quit it,’ he repeated, as the strangers’ hand hovered over him again, not having been entirely discouraged by his first insistence.
So he stood and he watched until finally there was something of a lull in the pity party for him to re-insert himself in to the dialogue proper. ’Pardon me,’ he interjected, not really caring if anyone were to actually cede the floor to him or not, he wanted something clarified and he was damn sure going to get it. ’I’m a little less than up on local affairs hereabouts, s’actually why I’ve tried on more than one occasion to meet this world’s Guardian, go figure, right? Who exactly is this person whom you all keep referring to though? The way you talk about him… I’m trying to think up a better word than “dread.”’WC: 537
Usually when you dismembered someone there was a satisfying sort of set tearing sound, you could feel the resistance give in your arm and suddenly be free to move again, but in this case that was not quite so. It was soft, as soft as anything might be what with the admitted power gap, but it didn’t feel like gouging muscle fibers it was more like… cookie dough? He’d have to test that.
Before he could however something else noteworthy and potentially disastrous occurred. The arm which he was holding seemed to melt and spread free of his grip, instead unfolding over him like a sheet, or perhaps net would have been more accurate. While this was happening however he didn’t so much as take his eyes of the Majin herself until his line of sight was broken by the enfolding trap in question.
’High speed regeneration…’ he said from under the cowl of flesh-goo that had by now completely enveloped his head. ’Morphable adaptive physiology…’ Though his voice was still that of someone surveying from a much higher plane there was something else in it, was Sinthe actually impressed? Amused? Perhaps only interested? He wasn’t entirely sure himself though at the very least his interest had bumped up a few notches from when he had first sensed the strange power that now surrounded him, suffused into this thing’s flesh. ’I assume this is some sort of feeding mechanism?’ He asked assuming that, since he was technically IN the creature’s body that it would be able to discern what he was saying. He’d seen similar things before, giant mollusks on the Moons of Vitae that would turn out their stomachs to dissolve their prey for want of teeth or indeed any kind of esophagus. Never something quite so elegant as this though, albeit that the obvious solution remained the same.
His hands and arms already covered in the substance, though it hardly seemed to impede him, reached for the centre of his chest and flew outwards as though tearing through the cloth of whatever might have been there if he actually went in for shirts. The result was at first uninspiring, the flesh-goo stretched and the hole which opened up was miniscule to say the least, but if the Majin had been paying any attention (debatable) then she could guess what was going to happen next. It was the same principle as smashing rocks of course, open up a flaw with your physical strength and blow open the fracture with your ki, kind of like a blasting cap now that he thought of it. It didn’t take much for his aura to tear through the fleshy veil around him, staying put this time to scatter and dissolve any parts of it which hung around, save for the last squirming ounce or so that he held in his hand.
’Were you trying to eat me?’ demanded the godling, hallway not even expecting an answer to that question and going about what he meant to do anyway. Bringing the remnants of what had once been the Majin’s arm to his face he sniffed it momentarily before cramming the squirming mass into his jaws, finding that it did indeed have the approximate texture of cookie dough although it didn’t taste nearly as good. And here he had expected blueberries. ’That’s awful,’ he said flatly. ’You’re awful.’ Having swallowed the morse he licked his top lip and surveyed the Majin again, paying particularly close attention to her torn arm. Good as new, he thought with a wicked smile.
’Those strange abilities, I can’t say I’ve ever encountered them in such an efficient and elegant combination before. Are they just a Majin thing or are you something special?’ He really did enjoy meeting new people sometimes, well new peoples anyway, it was nice when he didn’t have to kill them all as well but he was still weighing his options here.WC: 656 Blocking the "Absorption" attempt for 4,000PL flavoured as an aura burst.
To her credit she had proffered the answers as requested but there were ways of doing things which were implicitly hostile and honestly she might have known better how to pick her battles. Majins though, he didn’t recognize the name, although she had also said that was just what the people on Earth would call her, He almost felt sorry for her, having a name imposed on her whole species by the Dirt People. Almost.
Staring the self identified Majin in the face his own expression cycled through a few variations, not quite sure what to make of what just happened. He blinked, raised an eyebrows, smiled as though he were about to laugh, all of this coming with the now familiar overtone of subsumed menace before finally he settled for an honest scowl. If she didn’t want his help that was perfectly fine, but there was no call whatsoever for rudeness. All his long life he had made it a particular tendency of his to destroy the rude… first.
But he had declined of late, yes he had declined, now he heard whispered tales of the Legendary Super Saiyan aplenty and yet not the faintest breath of Sinthe the Destroyer. The universe had forgotten him, the way one does with nightmares, it had rolled over and resumed a blissful respite at least for a time. No more.
Of course she was not to know and so as he straightened up, turning his nose nearly skyward as he stood over her it was already his intent to be merciful. ’Parts of you, yes…’ he trailed off a deep, low rasp of irritation as almost without knowing he let slip his energy again, the bloom of his aura surging up around him as he did, unacknowledged by its owner who had only slightly larger concerns on his mind.
With whip crack speed this time he burst in to motion. Whip crack was in fact a disservice to it, the flailing end of such a thing will look like it were travelling in slow motion compared to how Sinthe now thrust his hand forward, straight as an arrow, rigid as a blade, letting his claws do the work for him as he made to plunge the hand almost up his palm into the ungrateful Majin’s shoulder. From there it would be simple enough to twist and yank free over to one side, taking off the whole arm if he was quick and precise enough which he very much suspected that he was.WC:428 New Suppressed PL: 80,000 Basic Melee: 4,000 PL attempting to wrench off an arm
’’Ohoho, flattery will get you everywhere, stranger,’ the Anubian chuckled in response of the lone swordsman’s assessment of him. He wasn’t normally one that let empty platitudes go to his head, but after spending so long lamenting his sudden drop in power it did sort of feel good for someone to acknowledge the effort he was putting in working back around to where he’d been. It wasn’t much effort sure but it happened on occasion.
That was a good question though, why was he there? The answer was fairly elementary. In the same way that some people with the ability to sense ki were prone to avoid comparable powers he was prone to rush over and punch them in the face. That escalation suddenly seemed quite a lot more rude, especially since the swordsman seemed so friendly. ’Oh well, you know. I sort of thought I had this planet figured out as well, maybe I’ve not been paying much attention,’ always the most likely cause, =purple]’but sensing little old you all of a sudden got my dander up. Such a foolish pair are we, it’s almost like someone’s playing a joke on us.’
Hopping down from his perch he let gravity do most of the work to get them to a more even footing, only applying the shortest, most innocuous dab of ki to slow his final landing, planting his feet gently but deliberately before he carried on. ’ I mean don’t get me wrong, it IS funny.’ Funny how? One might ask, it was perhaps only with the perspective a consummate outsider that it became truly apparent. This person, whoever they were, did not seem to be native, or wholly native if his senses were anything to go off of and so Sinthe thought that it might have occurred to them as well.
’These people. Earthlings?’ the word still tasted strange, probably because it had dirt in it, Planet Dirt, Dirt People, there was something in there. ’They all seem to be so fragile, ephemeral almost and yet while I’ve been here I’ve hardly had to fly a few miles in any direction to trip over noteworthy fighters.’ Noteworthy if not entirely exemplary, he thought to himself, without realizing he raised a hand, sliding his thumb up and down the scar on his cheek in a broken, idle sort of rhythm as he cupped his chin. ’I had been meaning to ask someone quite honestly but a lot of the other fighters I’ve met seem like they either wouldn’t know or would take exception; but between us offworlders, is this planet I dunno… important?’
Apart from having good food, he added in his head. Probably didn’t need saying, his swordsman had probably tasted it already.WC:456 Jie Shan Lan Dian
’You’re doing it wrong,’ the snide and somewhat self-assured voice of Sinthe the Destroyer would be the first thing which the Majin would know of his approach or arrival. It was not uncommon for him to chase down this or that power when they took his interest but in this case he had taken a particular care to conceal his own presence being that he so far outclassed the one who’d taken his fleeting fancy. That was the other thing which was radically different, oftentimes he would scour far and wide for a worthy challenger to keep him from succumbing to boredom but in this instance it was because whatever he was sensing he had no conception of what it was. If there was one thing which he hated more than boredom it was most certainly not knowing. In the course of his long, long life he had terrorized the universe entire from one side to the other and seen many a strange and fantastical thing.
At this point gaps in his knowledge were embarrassing as much as anything.
’Internal pressure, not external force,’ yet as much as he was several systems’ worst nightmare he could also choose to be helpful when he was feeling up for it, the… off blue blob… woman… he guessed was lucky to have already taken his interest in that regard. Not merely that, but he highly suspected that Earth was rubbing off on him poorly. Or maybe he was just having a mid-life crisis. ’No matter how powerful you become it’s no good if you just throw your weight into a target, if you master your inner ki flow however…’ The Anubian trailed off, looking one way, then the other as he searched for something to demonstrate his point with, eventually he seemed to settle on the similar if much larger rock pillar behind him and stood up straight from where he’d been leaning on it.
With one hand nonchalantly tucked away behind him he brought the other forward, still looking entirely relaxed in stark contrast of his impromptu understudy’s very proper, very rigid form. Taking a deep breath he let his power slip again, capping it at roughly three or so times that of the… he really needed to ask what she was at some point. Whipping the hand to one side he struck at the pillar with a chopping motion that was more akin to the way someone might bat away a fly. Indeed the edge of his palm seemed to make contact with only the lightest of taps before he started sauntering over to the strange being he found himself with, apparently unconcerned that his little demo had yielded no real fruit.
Wait for it…
Suddenly the spot which he had not really struck very hard at all cracked, it was nothing, just the smallest chip imaginable flinging itself free of the rock surface, leaving a gap and two teeny little hairline cracks where it had been. These cracks though soon grew longer, wider, split and multiplied until the entire rock face was a spider web of such flaws all off-shooting into three or four more at a time. It didn’t take a genius to see what would happen when the linked up. Beaming a warm smile that still somehow held an air of quiet menace as the whole thing came crashing down behind him, Sinthe concluded his lesson and got right down to the reason why he was here. ’Cool stuff like that can happen. Now. What are you exactly and what are you doing on my planet?’WC: 598 Thread PL: 111,733 Initial Suppressed: 1 Supressed Pl: 10,000
Sometimes Sinthe assumed that the universe was conspiring against him, probably for having blown up or rendered large swathes of it virtually uninhabitable in his younger, wilder days and it seemed as though his impulsive trip to Namek was to be just such a time. The lungs on that pup, he couldn’t help but think upon hearing his name bellowed across what must have been a good portion of this hokey little sphere. Not the way he usually liked to inspire shock and terror but whatever, he was having an off day. He was sure, however, that had Cervez not called out he’d have twigged pretty easily what the problem was. Considering that he could feel his compatriot hurtling towards him at a speed and power which implied something between mildly miffed and absolutely livid there were a limited number of root causes.
Soon enough indeed Cervez appeared in a blur… no, more a burst of motion, providing him with a much more valid question than the one which Chris had just then posed. Punctuating it with a cheap shot, albeit one which pretty much folded the Anubian in half and dropped him down to one knee, neither made the query more pressing nor less stupid. For that he could have used his words, but once a Saiyan always a dingbat he supposed. Speaking of which.
’Oof… I was hungry. Obviously.’ Despite the fact that he still couldn’t quite get back up yet there was still the usual undercurrent of haughtiness in his words and to be fair, it was the simplest and most obvious explanation. Well if they were insistent on asking him idiotic questions interspaced by violence then he certainly wasn’t going to start being accommodating.
’He’s weird,’ Sinthe clarified on behalf of Chris, standing up as he did so. ’And ungrateful and rude, but he’s good to have around. On occasion.’ Most people would stop digging when they reached rock bottom, Sinthe, as he normally did, broke out a pickaxe. Turning his nose up he sneered and croosed his arms as he carried on. ’Chris here and I were just catching up, but apparently he takes issue with how I choose to spend my time outside of aiding his asinine heroism.’ WC: 377 Received 80,000 Dmg ;-; ChrisCervez @rukia
There was a certain nervous tension in the air as Sinthe lay sprawled out in the sun beneath the eaves of his erstwhile companion’s rather tastefully appointed School. A certain anxious buzzing permeated the air as if it itself knew that something great was soon to be afoot. Or it might have just been a sugar rush. He had no notion of what kind of teacher his fellow Anubian was or would be, but he had to admit that he was a wholly exceptional host. Just as soon as Sinthe could clear out this fridge or that pantry Samael would fill it right back up again. It was having discovered yet another promptly replenished stock that he happened to hear his companion in Destruction heading out… well deaf men on the other side of the planet probably heard as well.
Kami? So there was one? And they even seemed to have an appointment. Yippee.
Not wanting to go bounding after him like Samael, Sinthe loitered a while longer before finally rising from his basking spot. The trail was easy enough to pick up, he was familiar enough with the powers he was following that they might as well have left him a trail of gumdrops or… actually that sounded pretty good. He’d need to have a word with the Demon Dog.
Alighting the Lookout not long after them he found it in a state of considerably more bustle than he had last time, but it seemed alas as though it would prove to be no more useful since the debate unfolding seemed to be regarding the selection of a new Guardian. Hanging back a while longer Sinthe chugged the remains of his last soda before, for want of anything better to do with it, tossing it over his shoulder and flicking it over the edge with his tail. And just in time as well, he’d found an opportune moment to cut in it seemed.
’Voting has nothing to do with it,’ Sinthe asserted as he approached, he didn’t know about Earth so much, but Gods were sort of his whole wheelhouse and Guardians fell under that umbrella as well. So even though he might have been dwarfed on all sides by powers which readily outstripped him he spoke with poise and conviction since, as far as he knew, he was the only one present who had any notion of what he was talking about. It probably helped to have Cervez and his puppy on hand as well, but that was a whole other thing. ’You are either worthy of the throne of Kami or you are not.’ The ultimatum was simple enough and yet it held a level of moral complexity which was not at first apparent, such was ever the way with the Upper Worlds and all of those beholden to them, something he himself had chaffed against for centuries.
’Men like yourself,’ he addressed Chris directly now, though only offering him a sideways glance as he did, not knowing how any of the others might react to his strange and sudden appearance. ’Men who cloak themselves in the sackcloth of justice are seldom the most dependable given power, for my part I always wonder what it is that they seek to hide.’ Though his words were indeed harsh there was no overt sense of chastisement in them, he could not fault someone for being the way they were, unfettered freedom was sort of his thing, in that same spirit he only spoke as he saw things. As a resident of Earth albeit a short-lived and likely temporary one he could do nothing less on its behalf. ’I rarely need to wait long for it to show through in… let us say “ugly” ways. But that leaves us with you.’
Finally his eyes fell squarely on the nub of the issue, the sticking point of why they all were here no matter the individual tracks which had carried them hither, Jie Shan. ’I know you to be strong, but strength is not enough. It is never enough. In all honesty can you dedicate yourself unfailingly to this world? To the exclusion and likely the detriment of all others until the end of your days?’ He smiled of all things, as though he knew already the answer… perhaps he did, perhaps he just enjoyed the sound of his own voice. ’Or can you not?’
Sinthe was bored, not an altogether peculiar state of affairs to be sure, but that was the honest truth and planet busting was a lot like takeout. It was nice at the time but you only ever wanted something else an hour or so later. Namek had that unburdened tranquility thing going on which could go whistle as far as he was concerned, but by contrast Earth was a place of peaks and valleys. Literally and figuratively as the case may be, well, he didn’t notice that so much as he did all the stupid looking dome houses but in regards to activity he was still on the money. Ina way it seemed to him to be far more annoying, not only did it mean that he awaited the next uptick of activity which might peak his interest with some measure of anxious glee but by the same token he kind of resented that this stuffy little backwater had the sheer gall to be so enthralling only intermittently.
That he had taken to its food so readily and that he had no better place to be were chief amongst the reasons he’d not tabled the idea of helping this world along its way as well. Besides which Cervez seemed fairly fond of it as well and that wasn’t a conversation he had the patience for right now, they were getting along surprisingly well considering he’d expected they would be like… well like cats and dogs as a matter of fact.
Upon getting back he’d hardly spent an hour in his own place before he decided that was his breaking point, he needed to be doing something, preferably to someone he didn’t like. In aid of this aim he’d decided to take yet another a whistle-stop tour of Earth since it only ever seemed to be that he ran in to anything truly interesting when he was doing nothing of particular interest.
And as if on cue something flashed bright along the periphery of his senses, bringing him to a sudden and complete stop. It had become common now for him to encounter powers that were a league above his own but he thought that he’d about got a handle on the ones on Earth even if he’d only sensed some of them from a ways off. Apparently not, apparently there was this… whatever it was hiding under his nose all the time. Most people would have taken the time out to consider whether or not barreling headfirst into someone they more or less knew to be their superior but Sinthe had never in his life felt over burdened by wisdom. How was anyone supposed to have any fun if they thought through the consequences of their actions?
’Now that’s impressive,’ it would seem as though even when he was being honest Sinthe couldn’t really find it in himself to purge all note of condescension from his voice. It probably didn’t help that he stood now above the lone swordsman atop a spire of rock, leaning forward on one knee like he was all that. ’And here I thought I’d turn over every rock of significance on this here dustball.’
Sinthe’s head whipped round at the sound of a familiar voice thankfully not actually in his head this time. While it was incredibly infuriating that Chris had managed to get the drop on him it wasn’t like he had a malicious bone in his body. Much as the Anubian was irked by it none of that reached his face, instead he smiled. ’You still have no manners I see, but by my count you owe me a bit more than just a pudding cup, I’m guessing that your fight went pretty well since all of your pieces are still attached. You’ll have to tell me what you needed it for some time.’ He had gotten a rough idea that Chris had wanted his energy for some attack or another but he’d never actually encountered any such technique and for him that was saying something. Weird stuff just sort of seemed to congregate around him despite his slightly more than standoffish demeanor.
’Oh you know,’ he began, standing and strolling over to the edge of his vantage, not really giving Chris much regard even as he addressed him. He didn’t see that he should if he wasn’t going to title him properly, even if he were quite interesting. ’Met another one of me, went to space, found a Demon, killed a planet, got hungry, got bored, came here. Same old, really. Not even really training hard, more like hardly training.’ He stooped, craning his neck and cocking his head at something barely there in his perceptions as he carried on more with himself than he was even talking to Chris at this point.
’Kind of what I’ve always done. Never really intend to end up somewhere in particular, but I always seem to end up exactly where I’d be most effective. Even that planet just sort of fell in to my lap. It’s a very liberating way to live, you should try it some time.’ Squinting a little he had established to his satisfaction that he wasn’t imagining things and that there actually was a… thing there that he was sensing, leading him to relate as much to his impromptu companion. ’As for this plateau, I think I’m here cause of that.’ He’d point in the rough direction of whatever it was that he’d picked up on, far too small to be any of the Saiyans and he would imagine also too small to be any of the Namekians if indeed their reputation was borne out by their reality.
It seemed like there was a third party here which he highly suspected, like he had, had come unbidden. WC: 441
Sinthe was rather looking forward to this. The ship’s data files didn’t have much in the way of information on the natives, but what it did have had certainly piqued his curiosity, not because they were apparently green agendered slug people, although the idea that something like that had evolved to such a stage was kind of amusing. No, what interested him was that they were known to be almost on a par with the average Saiyan in terms of power and from what he’d read he’d inferred that their way of fighting was a touch more… elegant we’ll say.
Not that there was anything really wrong with brute force, he loved brute force, brute force and he went together like giant carnivorous birds of a feather, but there was certainly something to be said for finesse and poise. Though he wasn’t looking for it anymore than he normally was (and he normally WAS) but if a situation happened to develop he’d greatly relish the chance to observe the martial tradition of a race mostly unknown to him. Yes indeed this trip was panning out like a dream. That is until he felt the telltale presence of something else. Something familiar as it was persistently irritating.
’Noooo…’ Barely more than a whisper in protest of what he was feeling, suddenly stronger now that he was focussing on it and now that he was focussing on it he found that curiosity had gotten the better of him and that he was drifting towards its source. ’No, no, no.’
Alighting one of Namek’s many picturesque plateaus, though he was presently far too annoyed to take particular notice of the natural beauty around him, he found the root of his irritation and wouldn’t you just know that it was one of the most prominent repeat offenders. Several of them in fact as it seemed he was looking down on what constituted a Saiyan colony. ’Oh what the actual… ever loving… f--’
Some way’s away from the currently very un-amused Anubian two of the annoyingly well travelled species were busying themselves with the continued construction of new living quarters for their diaspora. Whereas for any other race this might necessitate the use of several tones of construction equipment and expending months of backbreaking labour for the two of them the natural vigor of their race meant that shifting girders and such was mere child’s play.
‘Hey, do you hear that?’ The younger of the two craned his neck to one side, awkwardly and only just keeping hold of the girder in question. He could have sworn that… was someone… cussing out the sky?
‘All I hear is a whiney little puissant not keeping his end up,’ the older Saiyan replied, shifting to take the brunt of the weight now thrust upon him, although yeah he could hear that there were priorities here. Besides somebody had probably just hammered their thumb or something equally petty. Fate would have it that the old Saiyan would never know how right he was.
’—UUUUUCK!?’ Slumping forward the Anubian clutched his knees as his chest heaved, that was how done he was with Saiyans for the moment and yet here they were, tenacious, perennial… hairy? ’Just once,’ he said to himself as he flopped down to sit cross legged atop the overlook. ’Y’know just once, I’d like it to not be Demons or Saiyans… or both.’ Now most people would be interested to know why there were a gaggle of Saiyans on another species’ homeworld but right in the moment he was not one of them.
Actually what WAS the collective noun for Saiyans? A troop? A glory? A murder? Probably that last one
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