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The blast came up on Sinthe far faster than he would have expected, momentarily struck with panic he found himself without an easy option that allowed him to get away and so instead he crossed his arms over his chest and face to absorb the brunt of the impact. Raising a knee to further obstruct his abdomen he strained against the sheer force of the attack which streamed towards him. It took everything that he had but little by agonizing little he was able to start shifting its trajectory. Gritting his teeth he redoubled his efforts , edging closer and closer to a more favorable position before finally thrusting his free leg upwards, slamming the attack with whatever physical force he was able to muster and diverting it straight up out of the planet’s atmosphere.
The fur on his arms singed and smoking still he ricocheted away from the deflected attack, looking as though he was about to crash headlong into the ground before catching himself and smoothly floating back up towards Negi.
’You son of a bitch, I actually almost died.’ Sinthe said with the ghost of a chuckle in his tone. Finally it seemed that he was starting to enjoy himself. Unfortunately for him it seemed as though Negi was not about to let the point rest any time soon. That being the case he supposed that the best answer was to just give him what he wanted so that he could start regretting it already.
’Very well,’ he suddenly chimed into the protracted silence, raising his voice with authority. As he spoke next though it dropped into a low, snarling, more predatory tone. ’But don’t say that I never warned you. The Power of Destruction… is real scary…’
Raising his arms Sinthe lifted the mantle from his shoulders, turning it inside out as it passed over his head to reveal the small but dense weighted blocks attached to its underside. From such a height they were enough to crack the ground where they fell, but he wasn’t done yet. With a pronounced click he uncoupled the elaborate clasp of his ornate belt and likewise its underside was chocked with even spaced oblong it thudded into the ground just the same as the mantle had and it became clear then just how much the Anubian’s power had grown.
’As I said, this body can’t handle my full power right now. This is about 25% percent of my full strength… and this…!’ Suddenly tensing he began to raise his power even further, growling fiercely as he was enveloped in a soft purplish glow. He really was starting to feel more like his old self, this power that shook the ground below, that caused it to crack and small splinters of rock to break away, which seemed to thicken the very air around him, this repressive force was very him.
With the glow suddenly abating Sinthe returned to a much more relaxed posture, clasping his hands behind him, but he seemed to stand taller, project an image, an impression of himself than was greater than what was actually physically there. It was as though he’d stepped out of himself a new man, with the same basic features but being much, much more dangerous and with that fact being fully apparent to anyone that cared to look.
’This is about three quarters of my total strength, which is more or less my upper limit for now.’ The cat-like demi-god took a deep breath and heaved a heavy sigh. The next second he was gone. His claw met lightly with Negi’s back gently, but firmly enough that he would certainly feel it. ’Once more,’ he insisted, referring of course to his earlier question which Negi had thus far refused to answer with anything but bolshie bravado. ’With gusto.’ There was a bright flash from the tip of his claw as he discharged another attack, but this was focused, concentrated, almost surgical in its intent in fact. That intent was to fire a beam straight through Negi, disabling him or at least inflicting enough sheer pain that he was no longer able to fight but he made a point of trying to avoid his opponents vitals.
Normally Sinthe didn’t like to have to do things in such a way, but Negi seemed stubborn enough that he would be exceedingly difficult to put down with a decisive knockout blow. Besides which he was interesting enough that Sinthe wanted him to stay conscious at least a little longer, in fact more than anything he wanted to hear him say it he wanted to hear from the Saiyans own mouth in his own words an honest estimation of himself or of how they compared, both ideally. He had never liked lies or false confidence.
More than anything else he abhorred the arrogance of narrow minded mortals. WC: 816 Removing MWC: 91,500 Trans - 75% Power {x10}: 183,000 Firing [OT-1] Destroyer Beam {25%}: 45,750
’ Sweet merciful Omni-King! What is it with this Gods forsaken planet!’
As anyone close enough to hear might have imagined, Sinthe was in some measure of distress. And if they hadn’t guessed that from his voice then they would have guessed it by all the nice looking natural rock formations he’d reduced to rubble trying to leave road markers for himself. Here as well as on a couple of the other continents (he assumed, he wasn’t sure and honestly wandering around a giant nondescript Pangaea would kind of explain this whole problem) he’d leveled one or two to let himself know he’d been there before as he searched for the surprisingly elusive Satan City. Because obviously the only one with a proper name on this miserable planet had to be about as well sign posted as ‘that place’ that Whis used.
And now he was running out of geography to destroy.
’I swear if I come across another identikit flat pack city or sarcastic road sign I’m gonna insert it into whoever put it there in the first place!’ His rant completed he slumped forward, panting for breath as he did. Seemed as though his murder rage had significantly shrunk in scope along with his power, which was kind of amusing to him even in the midst of it. At any other point in his long life he would have blown up any planet that annoyed him this much, waited a couple of thousand years for it to form and asteroid belt around its parent star and then come back blow that up as well.
Not a spiteful being by any stretch of the imagination then.
And to top it off he was STILL talking to himself!
Looking over his handiwork, what had once been a field of towering rock pillars but was now reduced to so much gravel the Anubian wondered whether anyone would come this far out to even realize what had happened and if so how long it would be until the space was cleared for a further identikit city. In some respects, the ready availability of training gear being a major one, he could get used to this world but quite honestly their aesthetic taste left much to be desired. Where was the soul of it all? Domes and bubbles and bubbles with protruding domes… sometimes stilted on ridiculous towers, if he never had to see any of it again after getting out of here it would be too soon. These people were damned lucky that they at least knew how to cook.
The sudden silence made him antsy, he never really liked it unless he was trying to get some shuteye and the contrast of his previous outburst made it all the worse. For want of any other sound he idly kicked a pebble off his vantage point, one of the few formations not raized to ground level and listened to its sharp clacking as it feel and slid between the desolated rubble below before finally coming to rest somewhere near its bottom.
’I’m beginning to think I have an anger management problem,’ he said aloud to no one in particular. WC: 527 Thread PL: 18,300 50% Weights: 9,150
Sinthe smirked at the Saityan’s weak rationalization, he wondered whether Saiyan women were allowed to dodge but kept that little gem to himself. He’d probably annoyed his opponent enough already, actually it transpired that he’d annoyed this Negi plenty since he felt his power rise even more sharply than his own had. ’What’s this?’ he asked, idly picking at something in his earlobe before flicking it away off his little finger. ’Saiyans train with weighted clothing now? Perhaps your people aren’t quite so foolhardy as I thought.’ Indeed, Saiyans in his time had been unable to increase their power much beyond its inborn limitations, with one obvious exception. He found himself wondering now just how far off Negi was.
Neglecting to remove his own weights since his opponent was unaware of them, Sinthe instead powered up again to what would normally be a quarter of his total strength. ’Sorry about this, but certain… circumstances mean that I can’t go all out just now and besides if I did neither of us would be able to enjoy this fight, but I can afford to show you a little more. This would be about… hm… twelve? Twelve and a half-percent or thereabouts.’
Sinthe felt clearly now that they were on an almost even keel, he certainly had the advantage but their powers were now closer than they had been throughout the entire fight up to that point. He could count on Negi to make the first move, the Saiyan had been so kind as to wait for him to power up perhaps in hopes of seeing his enemy’s full strength as he’d requested. There was no need for that. At the same time though he was easy to taunt, easy to trick, he talked a big game and those sorts were always the easiest to provoke. As Sinthe could rely on him to make the first move, so too would he wait for him to make the first mistake.
Floating back from where Negi stood he made a show of leaning backwards still as though he were at rest, resting his head in the palm of his hand while going so far as to beckon his opponent forth with the other. All this in an effort to make Negi think he was still taking him lightly, but he was still only making a show of it. As a matter of fact he was poised and ready to move at any moment, specifically the moment in which Negi chose to attack and would leave himself open to such.
Saiyans, he thought again as he heard Negi’s pronouncement of his own power, Saiyans never change.
Sinthe was for the first time in this battle rather taken aback at the fact the Saiyan more or less just stood there and took his assault head on. Not that he was able to take the brunt of it, rather that he did so. In contrast Sinthe was willing to display just how much of a gap that there was between them and rather than block the incoming barrage of fists he chose instead to weave about them. It was in actuality a great deal more difficult than he made it look and more than once he felt the telltale brush of the Saiyan’s arm against his fur. He was not usually one for evasion by a literal hair’s breadth, most of the time he’d always been able to move and attack before an enemy noticed he was gone, but now it wasn’t something which he could accomplish as easily as all that.
’Still… in… point of fact… a… God,’ he replied with a great deal of aplumb as he continued to dance around the attacks. It was tempting to punctuate his point by performing a counter of his own, smashing an attack right down the opponent’s centre line, but he wasn’t that eager for this fight to end. He felt as though this Saiyan could do much better, though of course if he were to be disappointed… well they’d get round to that.
The Anubian was rather rudely jarred out of his thoughts when his opponent aimed one final attack right for his solar plexus, now when he was turning back to face him it would be more of a pain to dodge so instead he opted to block, putting up both hands one over the otherto cushion the impact which he then allowed to shove him back out of range. His left hand, which had taken the impact at the fore, quivered gently as he lowered it back to his side. He smiled again, but this was not quite so churlish as before, this was wild, predatory, fierce and someone anxious for more.
’Interesting. And I suppose that you think it brave to… what? To stand there and allow someone to beat you to death? Or, is it that you honestly couldn’t have dodged those attacks just now?’ Sinthe had to ask because honestly he couldn’t fathom it out at first. The Saiyan had proven himself fast enough to keep up with him at least a little in blocking his attacks. Even if he hadn’t really given his opponent any great room to launch a counterattack from, the opposing warrior had chosen to stand face to face with him rather than to withdraw to a range at which he might be able to launch more effective attacks.
’I don’t believe that I ever caught your name Saiyan,’ To be fair though Sinthe was not really one to remember anyone’s name (any mortal’s name anyway) unless they were exceedingly important, or if they’d piqued his interest. The mere fact of finding Saiyans on this Earth was worthy of attention and even if he weren’t entirely satisfied this one was certainly approaching that bar. Continuing on without leaving room for a reply, Sinthe decided to let his opponent know just what he’d gotten himself in for before they carried on. ’If you’ll tell me and even if you wont, allow me to tell you something good in recompense.’ Raising up off the ground he began to hover above his opponent, leaning to one side and resting his head on one arm as though reclining.
’This power of mine, right now it’s about… mm, five, five? Yes, that seems about right. Five percent of my complete strength. That being the case I’ll ask you again, from one warrior to another, about how strong would you say you are?’
WC:538 Dodging the majority of Negi's strikes, blocking the last one. (I approve of this theme)
Sinthe was not at all surprised by the Saiyan’s reaction time, nor that his guard was able to withstand his attack. Nevertheless he pushed against it with what might he was able to muster, testing the resistance before they broke away from one another. Standing straight again he did not follow up on his attack, instead finding it far more entertaining to listen to the Saiyan run at the mouth. He gave a reserved chuckle, barely more than a breath itself at what the man had to say.
’You said Kings specifically,’ Sinthe repeated the word, ignoring the taunting and sounding genuinely amused. ’Saiyans don’t worship any gods of their own do they, I trust that if nothing else this at least has yet to change.’ In the Saiyan psyche there was simply no room for a supreme being, he’d observed, Whether individual or collective their ego simply would not allow for an existence greater than their own and to a certain extent he had a begrudging respect for that. Being who and what he was however, it was not a transgression which he was so easily able to overlook. He surmised from the Saiyan’s attitude that he was able to somehow intuit Sinthe’s level of strength. Whether this was through sensing was not clear but he made a point of looking more closely at the odd device his opponent wore on his face.
How very novel, he thought. But if that’s the case… Sinthe decided that he might as well test his theory then and there. He was much more comfortable in his body now and could raise his power almost instantaneously, which made this next part a great deal more fun for him.
’Let’s see how you fare,’ he began, tensing to take off after his opponent again. ’At this level of speed.’ His power spiking all of a sudden, the Anubian pushed off his back foot, splintering the ground where it had rested. This time he had closed the distance in a matter of nano-seconds and rather than throw one single blow at his opponent he elected instead to launch a barrage of blows against him. These were neither regular nor continuous but occasionally halting staccato sequences meant to disturb his opponent’s rhythm and keep him backing up on the defensive as much as damage him. Again he didn’t expect to inflict much harm unless his increased physicality had taken his opponent completely by surprise, this was justa setup for something else.
All of a sudden in the drew back his left fist as though winding up for a final strike, but this too was a feint, it was too slow, too linear again and he expected that the opponent would see it, he WANTED the opponent to have seen it. Rather than follow through with the attack he suddenly weaved the other way, raising his other hand, palm open to point it squarely at the Saiyan’s midsection. There was but the faintest of glow around his hand before he let rip with a torrent of ki, nothing like his full power but still a far cry from what he had been throwing out thus far. His attack blazing bright purple engulfed the area directly in front of it and anything unlucky enough to be caught there. WC:550 Trans - Ten Percent Power {x3}: 27,450 Launching basic melees again for 5% {1,372} Using secondary action for [OT-1] Wave of Destruction {25%}: 6,862
The Anubian nodded an affirmative to his impromptu opponents assessment of his age, strictly speaking it wasn’t true but he was certainly somewhere up there. He had lived already much, much longer than this man could ever hope for without some sort of divine provenance.
’Oh, I wonder~’ Sinthe practically purred the words as a response to the Saiyans declaration. Why did they always say that? Every. Single. Time. Perhaps they actually believed it. Sad, so very sad really. His tail swished back and forth slowly, disturbing the powdery snow beneath his feet as it did. How many, many times had he heard this? Why after all of this time did it never once fail to get his dander up?
Saiyans… he thought with some measure of melancholy, seems as though they never change after all.
’How strong… am I?’ The ancient creature actually seemed as though he was quite taken aback by the “inquiry” of sorts. He had expected about as much, but in spite of that he hadn’t really thought about an answer all that much. With a grumble he scratched the underside of his chin contemplatively with one claw. About how strong was he now? Not very he imagined. He had grown so used to thinking of himself as belonging to a different world to the mortal fighters he encountered, a whole other strata that the vast majority of opponents could never hope to reach. Clearly this was not the case anymore.
When it came down to it he felt that he couldn’t really judge with any degree of accuracy.
’That would be “Lord” Sinthe unless your people have completely forgotten their manners. As for my power. It’s hard for me to really gauge,’ he finally admitted. Giving a pause he licked the back of one hand and idly smoothed over the fur of his forehead, looking very much the overgrown housecat as he did so. ’Sufficed to say, as of right now anyway, I’m weak enough that you might survive.’ Menacingly he began to move forward, each step as slow and deliberate as the last, with no hurry whatsoever he closed the distance between them and stared down the Saiyan face to face.
He stood there for just a moment, smiling a smile of utmost contempt that might have on its own given his opponent cause to attack had he not chosen to do so first. In a sudden burst of movement Sinthe thrust forward straight for the Saiyain’s centre with a closed fist, throwing all his weight behind it as he did so. It was a throwaway, a basic linear attack to see whether or not the Saiyan was all talk. Or just mostly.
The power’s source was quite a bit more standoffish than Sinthe had at first expected. He supposed being as powerful as he was cultivated an attitude of readiness (or maybe that was the other way round) which clashed with the mostly more polite populace of this world. Having concluded this Sinthe did not approach him immediately, choosing to linger for a moment at the distance they’d first established.
’I’m… between places,’ he replied, somewhat annoyed as he remembered his encounter with the worst road sign ever but still not wanting to admit it. He turned his head aside and grumbled at the thought but quickly brought his attention back to the man in front of him. If his power weren’t enough to stoke the suspicion that he weren’t from around these parts then there were other factors. The armour was vaguely familiar to him being not dissimilar to that worn by the unlucky creature he’d uh, commandeered his ride off. The similarities ended there of course but there were certain other things which he recognized. That hair, those eyes, the tail of course was a dead giveaway. So there WERE other Saiyans to be found on this planet just as Rukia had let on.
’But you chose, pardon me, choose to live on this backwater. Being that Saiyans are inclined to seek out conflict this world may be more interesting than I first gave it credit for.’ Of course there were exceptions in all cases, he had known some to want to live in peace as other races did and even if that weren’t the case in his time at least the reputation of the Saiyans as fearless warriors hadn’t exactly held up to closer scrutiny. Now there was an idea.
’You know the Saiyans of my era were talked up to be a much greater threat than they actually were.' Most of them at any rate. 'I don’t mean to be rude or anything but from one warrior to another, about how strong would you say you are?’
Sinthe is always available for funsies. Right now he's on a roundabout mission to contact the Kais and figure out how the hell long he's been gone but between a terrible sense of direction, forgetfulness and a catlike tendency to get distracted by the smallest thing he's proven pretty bad at it. If you're on Earth and you feel like being talked down to you could do worse... I guess?
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’So, East City is to the west, West City is to the South, South City is to the west and North City is… also to the south… the hell am I?’ The illustrious Anubian’s intuitive sense of direction appeared to have failed him again. And he had gotten off to such a good start as well. The weights appeared to be doing their job and he actually felt pretty good now that he’d had something resembling a proper workout, his drowsiness had almost completely receded and he felt as though he was properly back in control of his body. Now only if he hadn’t chosen to start ‘exercising’ in completely the wrong direction he might have been ready to mark this up as a good day all in all.
Taking a second to sweep his leg through its support ‘decapitating’ the world’s least helpful roadsign Sinthe turned aside in search of someone who could point him to Satan City, to his meet up with the Kaioshin’s… emissary or whatever she was and more importantly to the restaurant she’d given rave reviews. He really wished that his ability to perceive ki hadn’t taken such a substantial drop while he was asleep. It would be so much simpler if he could just search for her energy, but his senses now only extended over a pitiable portion of the pitiable planet he’d found himself on.
There were outliers of course and though in bygone days he might not have deigned to take notice of even them, now that he was more on the level with such people he found himself becoming more and more readily intrigued whenever he should happen across one. Perhaps that was why instead of keeping his eyes peeled for someone who could send him on his way he rather found himself following the telltale flare of one such being’s ki.
He supposed it made sense, these harsher regions towards the poles of the generally very temperate planet might have been testing for even him were his body not intuitively capable of surviving the cold of the endless vacuum. For a mortal being it would be quite trying to even make it out to such a place, especially if they were unable to fly, let alone to live or train in such an environment. Hardy places for hardy people. Perhaps, he thought, he should have come up here sooner than he had. His stay might have been quite a lot more enlightening as to the quality of warriors hereabouts if he had.
’So,’ he began as he touched down in the vicinity of the energy which had drawn him hence. ’What brings a fighter like you down to a backwoods dustball like this?’
Having gotten sidetracked again, well having gotten sidetracked from his sidetrack in point of fact, Sinthe was a lot later arriving in Satan City than he had intended. He was fairly sure that this was where the Kaioshin’s girl had asked to meet up with him. Despite numerous setbacks and tangential excursions it had been a great deal easier to find since it at least had a proper name. Who the hell actually called a city just North City anyway? And what was it when you were North of it? And what was it called before it was a city? Just North? Earth’s culture was preposterous in the extreme sometimes but at the very least he’d stumbled upon one or two redeeming features along the way. He was fairly certain he was gonna give this place a pass when he was back in shape. Although there was of course no real need to let anyone else know that.
After wandering this way and that around the streets for some time (more than he was readily willing to admit to) the Anubian chanced to see the selfsame restaurant which he had been directed to. His mouth moistened at the prospect of the exotic cornucopia soon to be had and he made no secret of literally licking his lips in anticipation. That was until someone, some rude as sin Earthling, stepped into his path just as he had entered. He’d killed for less. Hell, he’d done much worse for much less. He fondly remembered the planet he obliterated for having the sheer gall to give him a pillow that was too soft. Some races just didn’t appreciate proper lumbar support.
“Excuse me Mr… uh, sir, but do you have a reservation?”
’Rude,’ Sinthe merely replied with what he had been thinking.
“Mr… Rude?”
Sinthe rolled his eyes and heaved a little sigh of exasperation. That he would fall so far as to be treated this way. It didn’t anger him exactly, frustration was more the word but it was still enough to raise the fur on the back of his neck. Seizing a firm grip of the man’s face with only one hand the ancient Anubian hefted him effortlessly off the floor and held him aloft. ’I make a special point of only destroying those who are rude.’ Well he did… mostly. ’ Mortals like yourself should learn to respect divine grace whenever it’s in amongst you.’
“P-please… please sir, I have a wife, a… a family”
’I appreciate the offer but it’s more a matter of quality than of quantity,’ Sinthe replied to the fervent plea, clearly misunderstanding the meaning of it. He more than likely would have proceeded to crush the life out of the unlucky maitre d or straight up turned his bones to ash then and there had he not struck upon something more interesting. Or, perhaps more importantly, he had been standing in there long enough to smell what was wafting out of the kitchens. Without so much as a second glance he dropped the now quivering, petrified man to the ground and strode in to the resaraunt proper. ’I expect my bill to be comped,’ he said matter of factly. Heh, seemed as though he would be getting lunch after all.
A great number of the patrons suddenly seemed eager to clear out as he passed. He couldn’t imagine why seeing as how whatever was on smelled so good. So ravenous in fact was it making him that by the time he came upon the Kaioshin’s girl he’d scrounged a turkey leg from one of the discarded plates.
’Okay I concede, this place is actually pretty good but the service is awful. Although I can’t say I’d hold the rest of the planet to a much higher standard.’ For a second he looked at her, perplexed before tipping his head back and tapping a finger against his forehead as if to jog his memory with force. ’No, don’t tell me, Chrysalis? Chrysanthemum? Chrysten? Kirsten?’ In the end he just gave up.
’Mortal names are such a pain,’ he said dejectedly as he slumped in to the seat opposite. ’They’re all so long and virtually nonsensical. Say, what was yours again Kaioshin-girl?’ WC:705 PL: 18,300 50% Weights: 9,150 Tag @mizuna
There was one thing Sinthe could say for this planet, they sure had embraced consumerism with both arms. Anywhere else he might have had to go out into the sticks to find decent training weights, out with the masters and the ascetics or maybe even have to have commissioned something himself. The fact that he could walk in to what looked like a franchise outlet and buy training weights of this quality quite honestly turned his head. Of course there was the problem of this world having standardized currency of which he had none, add to this the fact that he had no patience for bargaining and you had the perfect storm in the perfect teacup. Eventually the bill came to one exploded mannequin and a few trinkets of alien metallurgy which may or may not have been slightly radioactive, but in the end he got what he came for. This Planet Dirt was starting to grow on him it seemed. No matter, it was time to get underway. Lifting off from the ground he was noticeably slower than usual and it was indeed quite the slog to get all the way outside the city before finally touching down on some open ground.
He ought to have been heading to Satan City, wherever that was to meet up with the Kaioshin’s girl, Christine or Christianna or something. The impetus was doubly insistent considering that there was an offer of food on the table, probably free food as well because he was damned if he was paying for anything. Recent events though had punctuated just how much his powers had declined and now to find that there were in fact Saiyans on this planet as the cat-girl he’d met had inferred. Well that meant he’d better get a start on already.
The Anubian looked around inquisitively, though he’d seen no one and nothing of much significance from the air he was rather keen on not being interrupted. Quite apart from his substantial drop in power these last years his muscles had grown sluggish and languorous in protracted rest so to get back in fighting trim he’d have to put a good deal of work in. Hence the weights of course. His tall ears twitched as they were tousled by the soft breeze, still keenly listening for any living thing which might impede him in his exercise.
Satisfied that he had found a suitably isolated retreat he tipped his head back, breathing deeply as he closed his eyes. For moments he just stood there, listening to the steady sound of his own heart beating, a dependable metronome. He felt the blood in his veins, the gentl wind rippling through his fur as it began to bristle in anticipation.
And then he was gone.
The Anubian rushed forward, striking out with his palm, following up with a clenched fist in time with his next heartbeat. With the next came a kick, an elbow, a roundhouse, no particular form, no particular kata, all that mattered for the moment was the feeling. The flow from one attack in to the next and the yearning in his now waking body for more. So as his heart began to speed so too did his routine through a punch combo into a flurry of kicks rounded off with a heel drop which split the ground in a spectacular plume of dust. Again, he was gone before it had even reached its peak. This was the feeling, this was the flow, this was what being awake was meant to feel like.
If he had considered before that he might still be confined, might only be having a pleasant dream of liberation, of renewal, he now felt all the more sure in his perception of reality. For a fighter’s ears and eyes to lie to them was no unusual thing, there was many a technique and many a con artist about the universe meant to do just that. The body though. That was a much more reliable barometer to go by, he’d been away so long now that he’d almost forgotten what living felt like, but the flow, the exertion, the giddiness which came with each and every strike. This was it.
Not long after he came to rest, panting softly with the sudden exertion of what was little more than play fighting, especially for one such as he, but it looked as though his body was coming around to the idea of a more serious workout all the same. ’Maybe… whew, I put on a little too much for a first attempt. Heh, but now that I’ve gotten used to it anything less would be a waste of my time.’ There he went again talking to himself, maybe he ought to go off and find someone else to play fight with. He smiled menacingly at the thought. First things first, he had an appointment to keep.
Alright, time to see a girl about a duck. Pushing off again he neglected the use of his flight, instead taking great powerful leaps in this direction or that since if he was going to go cross-country he might as well make a workout out of it, a workout he would likely ruin by piling a metric ton of calories on it as soon as he got where he was headed, but it was hardly his fault a deity’s herald wanted to buy him dinner. And so off he went, surging headlong in to the promised exquisite cuisine as others did into a final climactic battle. If nothing else it was likely to be just as gory.
WC: 934 Medium Weights: On PL: 12,844 Weighted PL: 6,422
It honestly surprised him that she’d be so short with him all of a sudden. As she said they weren’t really at all obliged to one another’s company, though he enjoyed just being able to talk again. Talk to someone other than himself that is. Perhaps he had been a touch too forward with his promise of reward but it was something that he prided himself on, as assuredly as he did the promise that came on its heels. That more than anything was what likely put her off, but if she couldn’t take playful ribbing at the threat of destruction then she was quite obviously no fun at all.
’Well then off you go and should we meet again, don’t think I’ll forget my promise.
Sinthe kept both eyes on Rukia’s retreating back, pondering on whether or not he was actually annoyed enough to start something or not. That would be rude he decided, having just touched down it simply wouldn’t be proper to start blowing things up pell-mell before he’d been properly provoked. That’d gotten him in trouble before. Instead he just stood and watched until the Earth girl and her feline… friend… captive had disappeared entirely from his sight. He guessed that his next move should be to this so-called West City that she’d spoken of but he then realized that he had nothing to help orient himself.
Well this was embarrassing.
It was upon that realization that his stomach made the most unholy of noises, drawing his attention to the fact that he hadn’t actually eaten in over a millennia. Okay, so THAT was his first move then. Focusing his senses onto the nearest cluster of ki signatures he resumed his leisurely stroll at a somewhat more brisk pace. ’Stupid cat… remind me how hungry I am… shoulda eaten him instead.’
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Sinthe huffed at the idea that this young lady wasn’t pretending. Quite frankly it was all he could do to not chuckle. She didn’t carry herself as one who was without power and so the idea that she was no stronger than the regular inhabitants of this planet didn’t hold much water. Granted it could be that she was just naturally confident, or was just a big enough idiot that she thought she had things under control and of course the three things were by no means mutually exclusive.
It might have annoyed him quite a bit more that she persisted in the charade if only for the fact that it was now a novelty to be able to hold conversation with someone else. It was almost sad when he thought of it like that. It wasn’t only that though, he noticeably perked up when he’d gleaned what information he had wanted. He didn’t know what a Korin was but climbing a tower might give him the workout he needed to finally shake off just how sluggish he’d felt since waking up.
He briefly cast a disapproving eye upon the little cat as he felt the first stirrings of a power from it… though they were shortlived. Actually he was pretty hungry himself come to think of it. He tilted his head at the creature, looking somehow both disappointed and amused before returning his attention to the young woman who’d been his main focus.
’A tower is it? How quaint.’ Sinthe had seen it all before of course, the mighty even if they were supposedly the great and the good did tend to cling to the symbols of power. Crowns, staves, towers and all manner of other affectations, though they all seemed to have this weird thing about height. For all his love of fine adornments the Anubian knew that power was not a bauble of status but something that you carried with you. A God of Destruction was his own crown, his own staff, his own tower. Only most peop0le did not have the wit to see it at first. All the same they learned quickly.
’But here you have me at something of a disadvantage, I’ve told you all about me and I still don’t know a thing about you. Besides your being a terrible actress.’ He smiled again, that contemptuous self-aggrandizing smile which seemed to suggest that everything which transpired did so neatly in the palm of his hand. ’Unlike the rest of my kind, I rather like to reward good service where it’s given freely. Let it never be said that Lord Sinthe doesn’t know how to repay a favour.’ Wow it felt weird introducing himself, he usually had a guy for that. Maybe he could get one while he was here on Earth.
‘That is if you are being truthful.’ The implication was fairly clear as to what might transpire if she wasn’t and he found his way back to her, he knew full well from many, many years of making such inferences that he needn’t give voice to it.
Indeed it was the simple things, just being able to wag his tongue a little now, to think that it would be so pleasing.
Sinthe glanced up to find a blue… thing suddenly bearing down upon him. Unconcerned he made no move as it sought shelter behind him from the young woman who had apparently accosted it all the way out here. He growled in the back of his throat at being used as a shield but whatever it was he’d dropped in on it was hardly worth being properly aggravated over. ’You’re a liar!’ Well whatever it was it didn’t lack at all for energy and with the way he’d just been addressed he had half a mind to come down on his side of whatever the hell was going on.
’Isn’t she just though? You can stop hiding your ki, I’m not a tourist, just passing through as it were.’ Lucky thing that or he might have taken a much more professional interest of sorts in this planet. Though it was quite interesting to hear that there were Saiyans and Majins this far out in the boonies, they generally weren’t great at what you’d call integration and from the sounds of things they hadn’t improved much on that front. Their persisting presence therefore said something to the quality of the planet’s fighters. Nothing good at that.
’Hm, you honestly don’t recognize me at all, do you? Either I’m further into the backwoods end of the galaxy than I thought or else…’ Or else he had been asleep for much, much longer than he had at first thought, that his attire wouldn’t be seen for what it was either could be the case. He didn’t really like the idea, one way or another it would make getting in touch with the Kaioshin a pain in the ass. If the universe had forgotten even its Anubian gods then they might not even deign to see him, particularly the way he was now. He could do naught but try though and he might as well avail himself of the resources at hand. Shrugging off his prior line of thought he approached the young woman, slowly but with an outward appearance of almost contemptuous ease.
’Very well. Not royalty exactly, my people call ourselves Anubian although if you knew us AT ALL it would far more likely be under our colloquial title; Gods of Destruction. I myself have taken what you might call a sabbatical.’
Glancing down he idly kicked the ground with the toe of his boot as though it were to punctuate his next point. ’As for the welfare of this planet, I’m still weighing my options. Though you might just make up for this… reception by directing me toward your Kami.’
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