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’Sinthe,’ he answered Carmel’s question simply, not electing to add any proper greeting, but being sure to clarify. ’Lord Sinthe, actually.’ For now at least he thought that he’d confine himself to short, simple answers. Both of these two seemed to be a bit chatty for his liking and he wasn’t about to feed the fire any more than he already had. It was disappointing enough that he’d managed to arrive when the Kami was conspicuously absent. Either something else was going on or there was no due diligence in the duty these days.
’Some say she's a demon. Some say she's an angel. Some say she's actually a god... I don't know...’
’Hmph!’ Sinthe snorted rather loud and indignantly at the very notion when had godhood become so de-valued, he wondered. As affronted as he was by the assertion he waited until Cleo had finished until he said anything more. Good thing she had finished about there too because he could contain himself no longer.
’Wah, wah, wah. “God didn’t sweep down from the heavens to solve all of my problems.” You people are so fickle it’s unbelievable. You blaspheme against your Kami and it never once occurs to you they might choose to rescind their protection? Gimme a break with this.’ He sounded dismissive as usual, but was actually quite legitimately annoyed. He’d met all manner of Kami across the stars and over his long years but whether they were hands on, hands off, or even actively despotic it never ceased to amaze him just how readily mortals refused to see how good they had things. After all without a Kami to watch over their world it was all down to the whims of the universe at large and that wasn’t a wager that anyone was going to win out of. Well, not anyone mortal anyway.
’Ugh, what a bother,’ he sighed, stretching out before finally slumping over on one side, supporting his head with one arm as he offered his cup lazily to Carmel, choosing not to respond to her disputing Earth’s status as a backwater. Either she was being glib or the turn of phrase had gone over her head and she was more of a bumpkin than he’d figured. He didn’t really have patience for either. ’Well being that neither of you have anything useful to contribute then while we wait the least you could do is put that parlour trick to work for me as well.’ Oh yeah, like he was gonna pour his own tea like some kind of peasant!
’And you,’ he turned his attention to Cleo, figuring she ought to do some kind of penance as well if she was here for the Kami’s help. ’You can scratch behind my ears for me, it helps me relax you see. I’m all tensed up after the climb.’ WC: 475
What the hell’s a Goku? Was the first thing which went through Sinthe’s head upon meeting the stranger on her way back up from what he guessed must have been the library, but he quickly reprimanded himself for getting distracted. It probably wasn’t that important anyway. Much more important was this person before him, this person who didn’t exactly meet his expectation of what a Kami might be. Oh sure they came in all shapes and sizes, that was only natural considering that they were more often than not picked out of the race which they were meant to shepherd. They usually went in for the whole flowing robes thing and usually the staff thing as well. Personally Sinthe chalked it up to a long running contagious case of Whis envy but that was a whole other conversation right there.
When it rained it poured seemed to be the way this was going and no sooner had he opened his mouth to utter a reply they were both being hailed by another newcomer, this one looking decidedly more furry and a like more… Kami-esque? That garment of hers didn’t exactly flow, but it had the length and a certain air of occasion to it. Also the ears, they did like to take on the weird ones (not that he was in any position to talk) and what he had gathered in his brief time here were called Zoanthropes did seem to be a bit less abundant than their more boring Earthling brethren.
This one though didn’t FEEL like a Kami, or if she was the standard had declined somewhat while he was away. Perfectly possible that she was suppressing her power somewhat, but on her own Lookout? Nah. Then there was the way she spoke, as though she was just passing by, or through, or over. Something told him this was a less than regular juncture for her.
Honestly a little bewildered he decided that it was best to go with his gut. ’Tea sounds wonderful after that long climb,’ he agreed, turning to the Human with a smile which was about as sweet as it was fleeting. ’Just be warned, if it’s bad I might have to obliterate this entire place and the two of you along with it.’ His good deeds apparently dispensed for this century it was kind of nice to be getting back on proper form.
Setting himself down the Anubian crossed his legs and curled his tail around to rest in his lap along with his likewise idle hands, he glanced from each to the other of his new drinking companions. Nope, probably not one of these two, but better to make sure even if they hadn’t seen him for what he was. Not all Kami had to deal with his kind, remarkably few that lived beyond the first encounter in fact and it was conceivable that if either of them were the one he was looking for then they might just be inexperienced. That would certainly explain how chirpy they both were.
Lifting a hand he scratched the fur of his chin lazily and turning to the Zoan just straight up asked. ’Neither of you would happen to be Kami of this… charming little backwater, would you?’ WC: 543
See, it was only right at the very end that he realized…
The answer was purpose, the answer was always purpose. Whether that meant in the grand scheme of destiny that this thing or that was meant to happen, was ordained by some higher power (and considering all the higher powers he’d known he’d dispute that right down to the wire) or whether it was just something to do on the way to the inevitable end. Those people that he’d saved quite by accident had reminded him of that. Probably not in the way you’re thinking though.
There was this long running theory, sort of a myth in its own right that a long, long time ago perhaps millions of years before even Sinthe had been born that there were no such things as Gods of Destruction. No such thing as Anubians even. The story went that when the suffering of a certain people became intolerable their repeated prayers for death coalesced in the form of the first Destroyer God who in turn granted them the resolution of a swift and merciful end. Whether it was true or not, or whether Sinthe even believed such a thing he wasn’t entirely sure but that was the great thing about myths. Ultimately neither actually mattered. To grow old and begin the long decline into entropy, decay and final cataclysmic collapse was a cruelty not solely borne on the shoulders of individual mortals but also on their civilizations, the edifices of their power, even their vast achievements of the mind and arts. All would ultimately vanish. Far better that they should wink mercifully out of existence at the height of their greatness than even begin the slide into degeneration.
So he was climbing this massive tower to reach the domain of Kami and doing it one-handed to boot because of a bedtime story? No. The story wasn’t the point. The point was purpose. You were your actions, your life was their sum, your world or in other words your universe was very much defined by the impression you left on them or the scope with which you chose to observe. You fought, you killed, you died because it was your place and time to do so, not because someone else said so, but because you had accumulated the long line of choices up to that point. For a purpose, your purpose. Not one that was imposed on you. Sinthe had crisscrossed this parochial little blue green marble more times now than he cared to consider always looking for something or other, neglecting the very purpose which had brought him here in the first place.
What was a God of Destruction up until he became a God of Destruction? He wasn’t especially sure that he wanted the answer to that. Now hanging some ways below the lip of what this planet’s people called the Lookout he kind of felt like he should concentrate anyway. Who designed this thing? Why did it bulge so much at the top? Eh, like he really cared. Now that he’d grasped his final handhold and was hanging quite precariously over the side, his legs dangling in the empty air there were no questions left. Only purpose.
With one mighty heave of his arm Sinthe pulled himself up and over the edge, hopping up to land crouched, poised and ready to receive whatever… nothing. There was nothing here. There was no one here. It was all just, ugh. ’Well congratulation Earth,’ he thought aloud as he swept his eyes over the few squat buildings before him. ’You even managed to make the realm of Gods boring. Ten for consistency if nothing else.’ Of course if he wanted to attract anyone’s attention all he’d need do was flare up his not inconsiderable but still quite lacking ki. It was interesting to him that he chose not to, instead he took to walking the great square slabs that made up the platform’s surface, observing carefully the minutiae of this utter peaceful place at the top of the world.
Boring yeah, but it was actually kinda nice. WC: 684 Thread PL: 46,715 Heavy Weights {75%}: 11,678 [ST-1] Ki Supression active
‘What, you think you’re tough or somethin’ powder-puff?’ Questions, questions, oh so many questions.
’I don’t like to fly in the face of popular opinion,’ Sinthe said smiling. He guessed the man, well the gangster, was referring to what he figured was an ironic dusty pink hoodie he happened to be wearing which urged passersby to ask him about his feminist agenda. Apparently it had belonged to one of Shinko’s old boyfriends. ’By the way, which arm is it you favour?’
‘You—what’re you on fuzzball!?’
The immaculately dressed man lunged for him, hurling the table out of the way as he did so and consigning Sinthe’s latte to soak into the pavement. Well he certainly couldn’t let that pass. Seizing hold of the man’s fist mid swing Sinthe stopped his momentum dead and this seemed to give the street tough pause for thought. ’I only ask because I was wondering how best I might disarm you.’
‘But I don’t have a—ARGH!’
It’s probably better that this next part goes unrecorded. In the meantime though there are those quite pressing questions that need answering. Like how does an entity whose been wearing the same style of clothing for probably longer than most fashions have existed on Earth end up sitting in an East City coffee shop wearing sweatpants and an ironic pink hoodie? Easy, for the sake of faith. He did have pretentions to being a God after all. Probably better we start at the beginning though.
’Watch where you’re going you stupid—oh?’ Sinthe relented in his anger, looking down on the poor mortal creature who had run into him and noticing what was cradled in her arms. Feeling guilty for lambasting this Earthling mother in the first place he stooped to pull her up and then began helping her pick up whatever she’d dropped. His arms were still full of her scattered possessions when the gaggle of suited and bespeckled thugs caught up. As if instinctually the woman darted behind him, all but shielding herself from their sight.
’Uhuh, starting to see why you were in such a hurry. And what can I do for you four fine gentlemen?’ The lot of them stared out from under their tinted glasses with a contempt that was fully apparent to him. Two of them he could see were obviously not from Earth, one was an Apel (how the hell were THEY not extinct yet, he added a note to his mental checklist) while the other he was unable to place.
‘It’s one of those Zoan freaks!’
’Now that’s not nice… also inaccurate.’
‘What’s it to you Puss in Boots?’
’Oh right, I get it… cause I’m… yeah…’
Apparently having taken this discourse as far as they were willing to each of them withdrew a hand from their pocket, sporting some kind of technological gauntlet thing which looked only passingly familiar to the Anubian. If he didn’t suspected what they were already it would have become more than clear when the thugs leveled their barrels (they looked more like mouths, like you get on filtration feeders he thought) towards him. ’Okay and that is just all kinds of stupid.’
This part went about as well as you can imagine.
‘Now you see,’ Sinthe began to explain, ‘this is why you don’t wear a necktie to a fight. Because if you lose then some sick sonuvabitch, namely myself, is gonna use it to choke the life out of you until you answer his questions.’ He watched with probably more satisfaction than was strictly healthy as the Apel’s eyes bulged out of its skull (more than usual that is) before he let up.
‘What!? What questions!?’ As if in answer Sinthe took hold of his head and slammed it into the sidewalk forcefully enough that it cracked open. The sidewalk that is, although.
’I’m the one asking here lizard features and if you answer quickly… well it won’t hurt your chances of living. Understand?’
‘Agh, yes!’
’Good, now. Who sent you?’
‘K-Kariya, his name’s Kariya! He’s our boss!’
’There’s a good lad, now what does this Kariya want with a mother and baby exactly?’ The prone gangster did not at first answer, leading Sinthe to pull up again on his tie, cutting off his airway before giving him another chance.
‘I dunno! I dunno why he wants the kid!’
’Uhm… excuse me sir, but I think I might be able to answer that.’ Sinthe had honestly thought that the woman would have bolted about halfway through the short lived but brutal fight that had seen them arrive at this juncture. Yet here she was still clutching the kid to her chest as though she were afraid that someone were going to come and sweep him away at any—oh. ’You see, uhm, Kariya is this boy’s…’ Sinthe focused his senses on the child, he was half Earthling sure, but his energy felt different, for starters it already felt BIGGER than what it ought have been but he even smelt different. Best guess this Kariya wasn’t from around here either.
’Ah, well then that explains it. Fat lot of good you were.’ To punctuate the point he rapped his knuckles against the alien’s skull, inciting a small yelp of pain from the unfortunate creature as he continued to sit atop him. ’Not really one to involve myself in domestic disputes, but it doesn’t appear your husband…’ The girl didn’t respond but from the look on her face that was a statement that needed modifying. ’Boyfriend… well, your baby-daddy doesn’t seem to be playing at all fair. Alright, up with you now.’ Heaving the Apel up to his feet Sinthe shoved him away before raising a hand ready to finish him off.
‘W-wait! You said if I talked you’d let me live’
’No, I said if you talked it wouldn’t hurt your chances. I never said that those chances were any good.’ Engulfing the now screaming thug with a burst of ki, it didn’t take Sinthe long to render him down to nothing more than a pile of ash and a few smoking fragments of what used to be a pretty nice suit. ’I hate when people don’t listen,’ he sighed as he turned back towards the unfortunate mother. Strange. Even after seeing all of that she didn’t so much as shy away from him. Maybe she was in shock. ’I’m Sinthe by the way, most people call me Lord Sinthe or else Sinthe the Deswtroyer… or some other more colorful titles. What about you?’
‘Oh, uhm, I’m Shinko and this,’ she shifted her body to better allow the Anubian to see the child in her arms. Nothing really jumped out at him other than the healthy shock of bright orange hair. Just looking at him would hardly betray the truth that he was anything but human, though it was quite strange even considering that was the case that he’d slept through all that ruckus. Only now did he start to stir in his agitated mother’s arms and open his deep green eyes to the cat-like creature before him. ‘This is Keisuke.’
Initially confused the babe cocked his head at Sinthe, he could sense that the child was instinctually trying to feel him out, assessing him in a broad sense, not in the way a veteran fighter would. Still, it was impressive that he had that kind of sense at all. The Anubian smiled, eliciting a contented giggle from the boy before he closed his eyes again and turned back to nuzzle into his mother’s warmth. ’Cute kid,’ he summarized.
‘Well, he has his father’s eyes.’
’I think he looks more like you than this, Kariya, was it?’
‘Yes. Oh and thank you. Thank you for your help but I- I’m afraid I don’t have any money.’
Sinthe chuckled. ’Heh, as if I’d do a single mother out of her hard earned, no, I was happy to help.’ He began to turn away, meaning for that to be the end of things, just another pit stop on his path to… to wherever he was going, but Shinko gave him pause.
‘I can sew though. Forgive me, but your clothes...’
Sinthe looked down at himself. A few tears and a bit of trail dust weren’t really all that much of a problem, but he guessed that whatever mix of blood and baby formula was now on his mantle wouldn’t be quite so easy to shift. That and he’d always been terrible at sewing. I need to get a guy for that.
A few hours later and the softly twinkling stars found the wannabe God of Destruction in that same ironic hoodie sitting on the fire escape just outside of Shinko’s window. She had already put the boy down for the night and Sinthe could hear his soft but steady breathing clearly from the other side of the room. Shinko sat beside him on the window ledge, having scrubbed the dirt blood and assorted other fluids from his garments (you’d be surprised what came out of the skull of a sentient being) she now busied herself sewing up the various small tears they had sustained these past few weeks. Sinthe still wore the under-harness to which his training weights were attached, the heft of them feeling strangely reassuring in these odd garments. The belt didn’t quite go, but he wore it anyway for just the same reason.
’So your parents named you “faith,” there a story behind that?’
‘Not like you’re thinking.’ The bluntness of her initial tone made Sinthe think he’d probably better not pull on that thread, an unusual thought for a cat person to have, but Shinko seemed like she was about ready to open up anyway. Nerves probably. Rough day. ‘My mother and father were childhood sweethearts, of a kind anyway. When she told father that she was with child he… all of a sudden he decided that he absolutely HAD to dedicate himself to the monastic life. I used to send him letters, but I’ve never actually met him.’
’Wait so then your mother named you out of spite?’
‘Not exactly. The name Shinko was meant to admonish him. Since he had dedicated his life to the pursuit of faith. Although when you say it like that it does sound a tad spiteful.’ The silence which followed was only broken when Sinthe turned the conversation to something else. The elephant in the room as it were, slumbering just across the room.
’So uh, Keisuke. And Kariya.’ Wow, don’t make it awkward or anything.
‘Ah yes, you must have been wondering for a while now. I suppose I was foolish at first, but I mean when a man drops out of the sky what’s a young girl to think? But he was different then, kinder, gentle. It was only after we moved to the city he started to change. He was always saying those things he did… that those awful things were for the both of us, so we could be safe and happy and together. I had my reservations even then, but when Keisuke was born… I saw the look in his eyes and I couldn’t see any of MY Kariya anymore. Hah, boy drops out of the heavens, should’ve known, it’s never that easy.’
Oh Sinthe knew that tone a little too well. Shinko wanted to make out that she was alright, that she didn’t mind or just didn’t care, but deflecting the issue with humour wouldn’t do any good. ’I—sorry I asked.’ Wuss. The conversation petered out after that, Shinko offered him the coach for the night but he explained that he didn’t sleep. Not like they did anyway. He had neither the time nor the inclination for a fifty years power nap just now. Hell, he wondered if he’d ever want to sleep again after that mess. So instead he sat out the night on the fire escape, watching anyone who passed by with ruthless scrutiny.
Come morning his garments weren’t quite repaired and so Shinko offered to take him for breakfast.
And that was how he ended up here. Sweatpants, ironic pink hoodie, significantly more garish looking jewelry now that he was out of his regular gear come to think of it. He didn’t really care about that one. ’Now,’ he said, clutching the severed hand as though shaking it whilst balancing the remainder of the arm over one shoulder, ’unless you would LIKE me to beat you to death with the wet end, I would suggest you scurry along back to your boss and—WILL YOU STOP SCREAMING!’ The man lying at his feet fell suddenly, deathly silent as he fellows made to drag him back to their car. ’Thank you, where was I? Oh yeah, I suggest you scurry along back to your boss and—‘ Sinthe was cut off again as another black estate car swept into view down the street. That wasn’t what stopped him though, more the realization that he could feel what was in it. Waiting for it to pull up he tossed the errant limb aside, not feeling as though he could fool around quite so much anymore. ’Ugh, people all day today. And you must be Kariya. Guessing you’re not here to take this to mediation huh?’
The figure which stepped out of the car was broad enough that he could only slip out sideways, as a matter of fact it’d probably be a fair assessment that he was twice as broad as Sinthe himself and he was all solid muscle. Solid greenish muscle. A Heran, but wearing an Earth tailored suit. Explained the name as well, apparently this Kariya had gone full native. ’I prefer significantly more direct methods.’ Master of understatement.
’Uhuh. How’s that be going for you?’ Neither of them really needed an answer to that one. The evidence was blisteringly apparent. And gross.
Kariya began to disrobe for battle, first passing off his jacket to a subordinate and then beginning to fiddle with his cufflinks. Jackass. Not wanting to wait Sinthe burst forwards, striking out with his claws like a lance aimed at the Heran’s gut. To his astonishment he struck home, was allowed to strike home rather and dig into his opponent’s abdomen. And the funny thing was that he didn’t seem so bothered about it. In fact it seemed like the wound had been a lot more shallow than Sinthe had—aw damnit all.
The Heran’s massive fist came rocketing into the side of Sinthe’s skull like a hammer to an anvil. Before he knew quite what had happened he was flying down the street like he’d just been shot from a gun barrel, then he was smashing in to a building, then he was under what used to be a building. Ow. Kariya menwhile was reveling in the congratulations of his men and closing in upon his runaway fiancé. As you might expect from someone surrounded by enemies and clutching a babe in arm she didn’t take all that much convincing and by the time Sinthe had worked his way back in to the daylight everyone else had already gone. This here planet kept on surprising him. Screw this planet.
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’Don’t you get it yet Shinko? I did this for you, for both of you. So we could have the life together that we all deserve.’
Shinko was many things, daughter, mother, seamstress to the demi-gods. She was not however someone who could look upon this scene of pronounced sentient suffering and in any way pretend that it was a good thing. The elaborately decorated manor house above them, the prison which she had sprang herself from along with her baby boy, to think that she’d never know it was built atop this. Her eyes widened as she looked out across rows and rows of cells stacked like shipping containers, each barred front providing a teasing glimpse of the creature within. That was the worst part. Looking at the hands stretching, clawing, grasping for something, looking to reach out to anything in this pit of despair. But there was nothing now, not even for her.
When she had been here before she had prayed, actually prayed for the first time in her entire life for something to come save her, to take her away, to make it so she didn’t have to be here anymore. Eventually when her son was born she’d decided to become her own savior and just made a run for it, but now with Sinthe gone she had no choice but to return, to stay, to be imprisoned in the cage just above this one. Or so she thought. ’Kariya, this—this is awful.’
’Awful? AWFUL!? This is business! With this level of turnover we can have anything we want, go anywhere we want! And not just us! This is all for our son and his sons, and their sons after that! A whole dynasty which will reign in glory on this world forever!’ Still nestled snugly in Shinko’s arms Keisuke stirred and began to wail, shrill and sad in this place that had seen it all before. His cries bounced off the uncaring walls, reaching no one and nothing which could help. Except one thing. 'Oh, look, he wants his daddy. Give him here Shinko, let me see him.’
‘No..’ The word first came as a whisper, then a shout as she withdrew from his merest touch. ‘NO!’
’Shinko, I don’t want to have to take him from you.’ Lucky for her, probably lucky for both of them in the long run really that he wouldn’t get that chance. Because just then the whole room began to vibrate, vibrate wasn’t quite the right word, shake was more like it and this shaking would only abate when through the ceiling crashed none other than Sinthe the Destroyer spinning like a big purple and pink drill bit before he came to land gently behind Kariya.
‘SINTHE!’ Shinko cried out in a mix of astonishment and relief. Been a long time since someone said his name like that.
’The one and only! By all means, point a gun at me if it helps you relax!’ Not theatrical at all, definitely not showing off now. Still the assembled goons were more than happy to oblige until their boss waved them off.
’You!? You’re dead! You died! I KILLED YOU!’
’Nah, but if it’s any consolation that building that you dropped on me really stung for about a half hour.’ Sinthe rolled his shoulder to illustrate. ’Actually I’m still a little bit stiff. Could you do my back this time?’
Kariya growled, tearing free of his upper garments, not about to let Sinthe get the better of him this time. The Anubian smiled, dipping in to a ready stance as the Heran charged at him. As his massive fist closed the distance Kariya must have felt that he had struck home once again, he was less than a foot away, less than six inches, less than a single inch. But then his target was gone. ’Slow,’ was the only thing Sinthe had to say. Appearing behind his opponent he ducked low, sweeping his leg back to take the Heran’s feet from under him, standing back to his full height as the opponent’s body came horizontal to him. With one mighty punch he slammed Kariya into the ground, splintering the building’s foundation with a spiderweb of cracks and very nearly folding the man himself in half. ’Not too bright either.’
Turning towards the thugs now holding Shinko, Sinthe narrowed his eyes, they immediately let go and began to back away as he advanced. But, did one of them just smile? ’Oh right,’ he said, remembering his first encounter with Kariya now more clearly. ’That massive bulk of yours acts like a natural suit of armor doesn’t it? All that probably only felt like a love tap didn’t it?’
’Exactly,’ Kariya growled from behind him, towering over Sinthe like some great looming shadow, raising his hands to the sky in order to smash down on him. You can guess how that went. Crouching now astride the behemoth’s shoulders Sinthe drew up his hand, pointing his claws down towards the back of Kariya’s neck like a dagger.
’So if I struck somewhere like here that has none, what do you think would happen?’ The faint light of the sub-basement glinted gently on the tip of his natural weapons as though they were forged steel. He didn’t drop them though, instead he hopped down back in front of the big hulk, figuring he might as well give him one last chance. One last chance that he squandered completely by choosing to lunge at him again. Seriously. Herans. Not missing a beat Sinthe simply raised up a single finger, shooting a compressed beam of ki through the aggressor’s chest before smashing him back down to the ground with a lariat as he passed. ’Or, you know, that.’
Waltzing over he pulled Kariya up into a sitting posture by the roots of his hair and held him there. ’Agh, damnit… just go ahead and finish me off already.’
’Oho-ho, I don’t think so. That’s your way of doing things and I’m nowhere near that merciful. See those boys of yours over there? The one’s stood behind Shinko, the one’s shitting themselves at the mere notion I might take one more step towards them? Yeah, them. I want you to tell them to retreat—no, why don’t you tell ‘em to run away? Those exact words.’
The Heran growled and quaked in his grasp, he knew that he had been beaten soundly but it was not in his people’s nature to ever withdraw from combat. Sometimes they were more Saiyan than Saiyans were in that respect, but Kariya here was quite out of options. ’You! You guys!’ Sinthe tensed as the Heran hailed his assorted minions, he tightened his grip just in case the big lug felt like doing something stupid. ’Run away…
’Say again? I don’t think they heard you?’
’RUN AWAY!’
The mooks didn’t need telling twice, up and scattered like leaves in the wind just leaving the three of them. Well it was four of them if you counted Keisuke. ’Atta boy,’ Sinthe commended his making the smart decision as he released Kariya, letting him slump back down to the floor. ’Now do yourself a big favour. Get off my planet. The sudden silence of the sub-basement seemed filled by the echo of Sinthe’s low tones, even Keisuke seemed to know to stay quiet now. ’Sorry,’ he chuckled, his tone changing immediately as he turned his attention again to Shinko and Keisuke while keeping one eye on the fleeing thugs, ’I think that I ruined these clothes you lent me.’
The Earthling woman didn’t reply at first, merely leapt at him, clasping one shuddering arm around his neck as she placed her tear streaked face to his chest. ‘I thought—I—that we…’
’Well this is… uh, this doesn’t usually—I’m not… shush now. It’s over.’ Between the two of them, now apparently much more content, Keisuke giggled. Yeah, right back at you kid.
Sinthe had told one rather obvious lie and that was that the whole thing was over. It wasn’t. After the small fry had all fled and after Kariya had literally dragged his sorry ass away and after Shinko had finally calmed down somewhere there was still the problem of hundreds of assorted aliens imprisoned beneath an elegant townhouse on the outskirts of East City. A problem easily solved by finding the killswitch for all the secure doors… it only took about two hours. When they did find it though, well it was peculiar.
Instead of being angry at their captors, instead of being anxious to be in the sun again, they were all grateful. To Sinthe. Which for reasons that ought to be obvious was weird. They crowded round just to be near him, just to lay their hands on him, to say thank you or merely just to look into the eyes of their savior. Sinthe the Savior? Couldn’t see that one catching on. Up above and a great deal of time later it was just him and Shinko again. And Keisuke of course. The three who’d kicked this whole mess off. ’Yeah? You liked that huh, Keisuke? You liked seeing Sinthe work over the silly man, hm?’
The youngster gave a confused babble which he took to be an affirmative as he held the boy gently, ever so gently in his arms and looked up at the darkening sky. ’He likes you.’
’Hah. He doesn’t know me yet.’
’No but I do. You could have walked away right when we first met, or when they came for me again, or when Kariya—I can’t believe I’m saying it—when Kariya dropped a building on you. Yet here you are. Why did you stay?’ Now THERE was a question worthy of asking a God.
’Deadbeat dads,’ Sinthe answered as he handed the baby back to his mother, ’never had any patience for them.’ Turning his head Sinthe noticed the glare of red lights on the horizon and the telltale wail of sirens approaching. Really didn’t want to have to deal with provincial planetary authorities. Lifting off he had only a few parting words for his two impromptu companions. ’And it might just be that sometimes faith is rewarded.’ Corny as all hell, but you had to be in on the joke to really get it. No point being a demi-god if you couldn’t occasionally be preachy. ’Oh and hey, if little Keisuke ever starts to get fighty himself, send him my way. Sure I’ll be able to find something a little more constructive than this mess.’
See, it was only right at the end that he realized… WC: 4,314 Heavy Weights {75%}: On Thread PL: 35,632
It was times like these that Sinthe usually chose to reflect on his past mistakes, for anyone else it might be somewhat inconvenient but for the Anubian danger ever provided him with a healthy dose of clarity. With their lives being so long and their memories…. Eh well not quite so long it was useful watch the world around oneself shrink to the bare essentials. Not that he would ever willingly put himself in foolish peril, that was more a Saiyan or Heran thing, no, all he needed was the rush. He’d rediscovered that sense of otherness, of oneness only briefly while he had been on this backwater world. The Earthlings apparently referred to it as ‘Martial Zen,’ but Sinthe had always thought of it by another more pragmatic name.
The Edge.
Which, considering his current situation, was rather appropriate.
So, why does an old as all hell demi-god decide to climb a Kami’s tower when he’s perfectly capable of flying? Eh, lots of reasons. If his intention were to attack the place, as ever he wasn’t entirely sure that wasn’t his intention, he might say that he was maintaining the element of surprise by damping his ki. If he were here to train and he had been taught that there was worthwhile training in almost any given thing, he might say that it was a good warmup. In actual fact he was most inclined to say ‘because it was there.’ Which did absolutely squat to explain why the hell he insisted on doing it one handed, With his off-hand!
One thing was for sure, he was getting his money’s worth out of these weights he’d bought. Though he’d been annoyed for a while that Negi’s seemed to be of a substantially higher quality than his and had likewise hoped for some time now that the assorted space knick knacks he’d used to barter for them in lieu of having any proper Earthen currency were a great deal more irradiated than he had originally suspected they might be, he was in the process of healing and growing. Not his go-to move but with any luck he wouldn’t be around long enough to make anything of the petty grudge against a mere mortal shopkeep. Woe to eclectic ephemera peddlers all around the globe if he were.
Now, where were we? His interior monologue was quite a bit calmer than one might expect as he pushed himself further up the edifice, making the short but perilous leap to his next handhold before pausing to set his balance again as he searched for the next yet. Ah yes, it was about here.
People always ask stupid things of the Gods, things like ‘what am I? What is life? What is the universe?’ They go to their graves never knowing the truth of these things, such is their fate. Well, it wasn’t as though Sinthe had done very much better. He was an Anubian, it was unfair, it was pretty big but only when you were standing inside of it. Like a supermarket. With stars. He’d been given an ever so interesting window in to how the other half lived not so long ago and more than what had followed it was that which had brought him up here. Hopping up and across to the next grip he’d spied, the Anubian nearly lost his balance and plummeted off down to the ground. Not like it would be a problem, but he was adamant that if he was doing this he was gonna do it right. No checkpoints.
There were other questions of course, ‘why do we fight? Why do we kill? Why are we overthrown?’ Sinthe the Destroyer, Sinthe the Scourge, the Annihilator, the Absolute End (pick one) had had plenty of time to ponder those questions. He had seen them framed without words almost every day since… since… Well it had been a long time by any standards. But for all that he had seen the same repeated over and over almost verbatim he had no concrete answers. Those people, they went to their graves not knowing… thus was their happiness. He could speculate of course. Whatever it was it was there from the very beginning but for his part his early fights had been little more than play. He remembered how he laughed and clapped with joy when spiralled columns and vaulted ceilings had come crashing down. Fighting was fun. For at least a while.
Until it wasn’t. That was a bad day. A bad day in amongst far gone days that he could now barely recall. Why do we kill? He had found no answers, no resolution. He remembered now only the shadow which hung over his enemy now lost to the world of the dead. No use to him anymore. It was not just the shadow though, there was a name that went with it.
’Lagerus,’ now alone in the most complete sense he growled the name after the manner of a curse. Leaping again he missed his next handhold, so blinded by long boiling rage was he. Flexing his hand he dug his claws deep into the rock of the tower, slowing and finally stopping his descent. No checkpoints. Still seething he recalled the time after, the numbness. He remembered a lonely grave upon a dead world, a bleak monument standing beneath the faint light of an expanding star. He hadn’t been back in a long time, he thought that it must be gone by now. Good. He didn’t want to ever have to see it again anyway.
But that left one question still. He wasn’t sure. It was possible that one, whoever one was, was only ultimately overthrown by time or fate or force or whatever to make way for the next in a long line of beings heading down into the common dark of all their deaths. He hoped that wasn’t the case. The Edge was not always kind and very often it cut deep.
These things too he had seen tested again and it was not so long after, they too had brought him here up through the clouds to the realm of these Earthly Gods that had thus far evaded him. Between faith, force, screaming children, Heran smugglers A LOT of broken limbs and more blood than was probably strictly necessary he’d resolved that it was time he made his presence known. He’d finally remembered what he was here for. WC: 1,075 Heavy Weights {75%}: On Thread PL: 35,632
Your ticket number is: 1. This is your position in the Martial Arts Tournament! If this number matches that of a previous entrants, a member of staff will roll your ticket at the end of the registration process. Good luck!
Character: Sinthe Role: Fighting Power Level: 46,715 *locked* Level: 2 Current Planet:Dirt Earth Travel: Already on Earth, like he'd pass up the chance. Ticket #: 1
Last Edit: Feb 1, 2017 13:39:53 GMT -5 by King of All
[VT-1] Wave of Abolishment Building on the foundation of the Wave of Destruction, the Wave of Abolishment is another close range energy wave fired either into an opponent’s face or chest. Typically some shade of purple it is much more translucent than its parent technique, allowing onlookers to watch the target be pulverized into nothing more than their constituent atoms. [25% Damage If this technique would inflict lethal damage the user rolls a D20, if the result is a 5, 10, 15, 20 or 1 then the opponent will be vaporized instead. For any other number damage is inflicted as normal.]
[OT-2] Eradicator Beam A much stronger version of the Destroyer Beam performed in the exact same fashion. [50% Damage]
[OT-3] Annihilator Beam The final evolution of the Destroyer Beam. Though much broader than its counterparts (being about twice the width of the user’s finger) it is performed in the same manner. Whilst the other two attacks are meant to be used against specific enemies the Annihilator Beam was intended to bore down to a planet’s molten core and detonate it. [100% Damage]
[ST-2] Planetary Ki Sense The ability to perceive and seek out ki signatures that exist on the same planet as the user. Provides a more precise idea of detected PL. [Planet wide ki sense]
[ST-1] Afterimage Using high speed movement the user is able to dodge up to 100% of their PL, leaving an image of themselves behind briefly. [100% PL Dodge]
[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 (about the size of their own head) and flings it back towards the enemy. [Redirects one energy attack back to its source in the form of an energy sphere]
[li][OT-2] Eradicator Beam[/li] A much stronger version of the Destroyer Beam performed in the exact same fashion. [50% Damage]
[li][OT-3] Annihilator Beam[/li] The final evolution of the Destroyer Beam. Though much broader than its counterparts (being about twice the width of the user’s finger) it is performed in the same manner. Whilst the other two attacks are meant to be used against specific enemies the Annihilator Beam was intended to bore down to a planet’s molten core and detonate it. [100% Damage]
[li][OT-1] Wave of Destruction[/li] A short range energy wave in which the user holds out one hand towards the target’s face or chest before bombarding them with their ki. [25% Damage]
[li][OT-2] Super Explosive Wave[/li] Clicky The user expels ki from their entire body in order to throw back any enemies in their vicinity. [50% Damage]
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Support Tiers
[PT-1] Flight
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[li][PT-1] Ki Sense[/li] The user is able to sense ki so long as their target is in the same region as they are.
[li][PT-2] Planetary Ki Sense[/li] The ability to perceive and seek out ki signatures that exist on the same planet as the user. Provides a more precise idea of detected PL. [Planet wide ki sense]
[li][ST-1] Afterimage[/li] Using high speed movement the user is able to dodge up to 100% of their PL, leaving an image of themselves behind briefly. [100% PL Dodge]
[li][PT-1] Ki Suppression[/li] Allows the user to conceal their ki as long as no techniques are used.
[li][ST-1] Return to Sender[/li] 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]
Name: Sinthe Age: Circa 8,000 Gender: Male Race: Anubian Full SheetSinthe the Destroyer
Hedonist | Sealed Badass in a Can | Asshole
You would think an old as dirt demi-deity like this one would have more patience and you would be totallywrong. Brash, violent and somewhat pompous in his demeanor, Sinthe has been dropped into a universe which he no longer really understands and seems to no longer have any need of him. Having lost the might which he considered to be his definitive attribute he regularly struggles to identify or even empathize with the world around him and almost single-mindedly pursues the recovery of his strength seemingly lacking in any wider agenda.
Trivia:
-Like most of his race Sinthe is something of a gourmand, though not exclusively his palette tends toward the bitter or sour. -The gold scale belt he wears apparently belonged to the Super Saiyan he fought before being sealed away. -When excited Sinthe has a habit of running his finger or thumb over the scar on his left cheek, though he seems to be unaware of the tendency himself. -Supposedly in his youth a tired and grumpy Sinthe once gorged himself on the fruit of a Kaiju tree before taking a nap underneath it. This made future relations with the Kaioshin somewhat… awkward. -Perhaps most interesting of all, Sinthe tends to give different people very inconsistent versions of his own history when asked. Whether this is part of a long con or simply a tongue in cheek way of telling people to respect his privacy is unclear.
There were still things that Sinthe wanted to say, that if Negi really wanted to fight like that then he’d have to put on an incredible amount of power, he’d have to become so powerful that no one would ever be able to hurt him. He’d learn, eventually he would learn. That little bit of jewelry would no doubt help, indeed if he were to come up against any ‘walls’ which Sinthe had known. If indeed any were still around he would likely shatter his fists trying to break through them. Well, it wasn’t as though Sinthe had any room to talk about that kind of thing anyway.
’You’re of course most welcome,’ was his only answer and apparently he meant it with not a shred of irony. He might have stretched the Saiyan to his physical breaking point and utterly infuriated him, but he liked to think that in the long run even though Negi wouldn’t thank him he might be at least grateful. Even if he wasn’t this outcome would be far and a ways more interesting than the alternative. Much as Anubians only existed to trim and prune the universe they were largely left to their own devices in how they accomplished this. To have to destroy such a person, who had not yet begun to properly tap the wellspring of their potential, it would be a great shame. Of course he wasn’t an ordained God of Destruction, but he liked to think that they all shared that responsibility.
’I’ll be looking forward to it immensely,’ he said to himself, incredibly satisfied with what had transpired. His satisfaction even managed to persist a few moments before he realized that in all their hellraising he’d forgotten to ask where he was and how he was supposed to get out of there.
’Stop it,’ he ordered bluntly as he watched the Saiyan rise up to his feet again, wanting to continue in spite of his own body. For Anubians their purpose was their purpose and Sinthe believed that like him none of the others took particular pleasure in beating on an opponent that was already done with. ’What’s with that look?’ As Negi cursed and glared up at him he could not help but let a genuine note of anger seep in to his voice. ’You wanted to see me at one-hundred percent didn’t you? Now you want me to stop because you’re losing this badly?’
Looking at him though, so adamant that he would win, no, adamant that he could win despite being ignorant of how outclassed he was, Sinthe began to remember. Relenting from his mounting frustration he sighed again. Of course he was not to blame, Sinthe concluded as he began to float down, touching down a few scant paces from his beleaguered opponent.
’We are perhaps not so grossly different as I had first suspected. Negi, I’ll be totally honest with you, I don’t ever want to have to be weak. In other words I want to be “strong,”’ he put a strange emphasis on the word, as though it were foreign. The truth was of course that their definitions of actual strength were so far divorced from one another that in the manner Sinthe used it the word might as well have been. ’However,’ he continued, turning his face up towards the skies, a look of profound contemplation… or was it simply longing that was spreading across his face? For a moment he faltered. ’However I know for an ironclad fact that even at my absolute peak there were fighters in this universe many, many dozens of times stronger than myself.’
He was thinking of one person in particular, but hadn’t the mental fortitude to even begin to utter that name as he was now.
’Whether that prospect excites or terrifies you, you must never forget this feeling. The humiliation of being utterly defeated, the pain of being so easily brushed aside. For creatures such as we there can be no greater source of strength to draw upon.’ Although that being said he had needed to push up to his limits as they stood in order to overcome this one. Raising his left arm slid off the elaborate torque he wore and winged it at Negi like a discus. Whether he was in good enough shap to catch it or not that would be his prize for a battle well fought.
’I can have another one of these made any time, so long as I have the other. But if certain people were to recognize them, then some interesting things might happen to you. Consider it a heavenly boon for your being so stubborn.’
New Thread: Unless I can 'double up' on one of these other ones I'll forgo this one just for now. 3 Active Threads: Bish: Link Bash: Link Bosh: Link (Gonna need some Rumia to make this one properly active but... yes?) Previous Activity check:Link
~Rewarded by komatsu Better edit this in like a purple fluffy ninja while no one's looking:
So I think now that it's been so strongly incentivised we're at a level of advertising where we're getting a consistent flow of hopefuls and prospects. As has been the point made by many we need more interactions and we're now starting to get them. The issue that I have is that alot of these threads cropping up are meet and greet (and fisticuffs) ones. Now that's not a problem in and of itself that's in fact what SHOULD be happening.
Personally I think what the latest wave of members, not least meh fine self, would benefit from is a 'Rookies' Saga. Something which maybe locks off over a certain level, because there's not much between us but if we even show our faces in a regular Saga we are exceedingly likely to lose them. I know we have cool players here that generally don't do that kind of thing just cause they can, but it gets to a point where its narratively nonsensical to leave Character X alive even if they happen to be much weaker than you. I dunno exactly what kind of form this Saga would take Beetroo had tabled the idea of a World Martial Arts Tournament (which might make sense since the big guns of Earth are either preparing to fight or actually fighting Caesar) but if we did something else then the real challenge would be to tailor an appropriate threat to a certain range of power and contrive a means to keep it contained. )Maybe space... abduction... or something? Like a Secret Wars kinda thing?)
Whatever we do this will no doubt get characters interacting in much more meaningful ways and also allow members newer than say me or Beet or Piyano or whoever to get to grips with our systems without that much fear of being pounded into the dirt. We could also incentivise more small scale character driven Sagas, I might well have something in this vein but it's sort of up in the air for now and I'm sure others would be willing to step up if they were likely to be rewarded well for the risk. Likewise this gets peeps used to crafting and competing in Sagas.
Okay, now that I've got that out of my bunged up brainbox feel free to continue.
Last Edit: Jan 23, 2017 23:17:48 GMT -5 by King of All
Glancing back to the newcomer the Anubian was met with another rather pleasant surprise. Bursting at the seams this planet was it seemed.
Saiyans… Sinthe thought to himself with much less enthusiasm than he had afforded his previous meeting with Negi. Not that it wasn’t interesting to have met another so soon after, but unless she was severely limiting her power output it didn’t seem as though she would be any fun at all. Of course if there were no question of strength between them it meant that he might be able to have a meaningful conversation with this one..
’It had occurred,’ he admitted, now turning fully to face her. ’It’s sort of my thing—was my thing. Not so much nowadays, but this planet infuriates me.’
He took the opportunity to sweep his eyes one way, then the other, making doubly sure that they were alone, he knew from experience that even the weaker amongst the Saiyan race could grow to be exceedingly brave in numbers and the coincidence of meeting this woman so soon after that whole mess with Negi had occurred to him. Neither his eyes nor his sense for ki caught hold of anything though and so he was content to accept it for what it was.
His eyes turned then to the woman herself and to say that his eyes didn’t… linger would be untrue, but he met here gaze quickly enough and she did not seem openly hostile at least.
’I imagine that it’s much the same way for you.’ Letting slip that he knew full well she wasn’t from around here would allow him to skip over three or four steps of the conversation, not that he wasn’t keen to talk, just that there were particular things he’d like to discuss. What he had here was a rare opportunity to converse with a Saiyan without pretense, maybe he could finally find out what was going on with them on this world. WC: 329
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