Post by Carva on Mar 6, 2017 14:35:55 GMT -5
Thread PL: 19,318
Aphradite PL: 10,000
X10 Gravity Bonus for Both(Me and Gib)
Mansion Bonus for Carva
Tick tock, tick tock...
The old grandfather clock was ticking in the den of the mansion now known as Carva Manor. Our anti hero has just woken up from a short nap following a lot of cleaning and such. He bought this house from an old miner who'd bought it from a Lord after many years of hard work for the very same man he bought it from.
Naturally, the house needed to be cleaned, and with his obsessive compulsive disorder in tow, Carva would help Aphradite with the cleaning. One this about the Saiya-Jin warrior, a redeeming quality one would say, was his cleanliness. Cleanliness was godliness, or so they say.
He sat up on the couch, hand behind his head as he scratched the nape of his neck. His tail swishing about behind him, The Black Lion stood up and moved down the hallway with eyes wide open now. His nostrils would be met with the heavenly smell of coffee and bacon, and his ears would be greeted with a soft, angelic singing.
As he passed through the door of the kitchen would see Aphradite there, flipping pancakes in a pan and singing joyfully. Carva narrowed his eyes, looking between the clock on the wall and his Heran friend. Finally, he spoke. "What in the nine hells are you doing?"
Now most Saiya-jins love food and Carva is no different. Bit Carva was also a big fan of logic, and as he looked at the clock it said six o three....pee em.
Aphradite placed the pancakes on two plates on the table and smiled brilliantly at Carva, bouncing over to him excitedly. "I'm makin' breakfast, Mista C!"
The stoic Saiya-jin deadpanned. "It's six in the evening, woman. It's not time for breakfast." He would snap, walking over to a chair and sitting down.
While it may very well have been true that Carva was irritable toward any and all those he socialized with, Aphradite remained optimistic in her relationship with the hard hearted saiya-jin. She, like he, believed that killing and destruction was his nature. She would stare of into space and finish making the plates. "I was just tryna make sure my man's fed!" She'd say, placing his plate before him and pinching his cheek. "Afta all, ya need ya energy for ton-"
Carva would suddenly stop his concubine in mid sentence. He'd felt something. It was foreign, and it was on his property, and like any alpha male he just couldn't let that be. He put a finger to his lips. "Shhhh...do you hear that? Feel it? Something isn't right here. It feels like we've got an intruder, and on my property!"
"Our prop-"
"-silence, woman!" He never called her by name. Very rarely he did, but right now his Saiya-Jin senses were tingling. Suddenly, his eyes would move toward the window over the sink and he'd move over to it. As he looked out, he'd look out and there he'd behold a sight he'd never seen before.
Outside, there was a purple humanoid creature, with a dorsal on it's head. A majin. So what the hell was this creature doing in his yard?!
Pwc: 550
Twc: 550
@gibidi
Aphradite PL: 10,000
X10 Gravity Bonus for Both(Me and Gib)
Mansion Bonus for Carva
Tick tock, tick tock...
The old grandfather clock was ticking in the den of the mansion now known as Carva Manor. Our anti hero has just woken up from a short nap following a lot of cleaning and such. He bought this house from an old miner who'd bought it from a Lord after many years of hard work for the very same man he bought it from.
Naturally, the house needed to be cleaned, and with his obsessive compulsive disorder in tow, Carva would help Aphradite with the cleaning. One this about the Saiya-Jin warrior, a redeeming quality one would say, was his cleanliness. Cleanliness was godliness, or so they say.
He sat up on the couch, hand behind his head as he scratched the nape of his neck. His tail swishing about behind him, The Black Lion stood up and moved down the hallway with eyes wide open now. His nostrils would be met with the heavenly smell of coffee and bacon, and his ears would be greeted with a soft, angelic singing.
As he passed through the door of the kitchen would see Aphradite there, flipping pancakes in a pan and singing joyfully. Carva narrowed his eyes, looking between the clock on the wall and his Heran friend. Finally, he spoke. "What in the nine hells are you doing?"
Now most Saiya-jins love food and Carva is no different. Bit Carva was also a big fan of logic, and as he looked at the clock it said six o three....pee em.
Aphradite placed the pancakes on two plates on the table and smiled brilliantly at Carva, bouncing over to him excitedly. "I'm makin' breakfast, Mista C!"
The stoic Saiya-jin deadpanned. "It's six in the evening, woman. It's not time for breakfast." He would snap, walking over to a chair and sitting down.
While it may very well have been true that Carva was irritable toward any and all those he socialized with, Aphradite remained optimistic in her relationship with the hard hearted saiya-jin. She, like he, believed that killing and destruction was his nature. She would stare of into space and finish making the plates. "I was just tryna make sure my man's fed!" She'd say, placing his plate before him and pinching his cheek. "Afta all, ya need ya energy for ton-"
Carva would suddenly stop his concubine in mid sentence. He'd felt something. It was foreign, and it was on his property, and like any alpha male he just couldn't let that be. He put a finger to his lips. "Shhhh...do you hear that? Feel it? Something isn't right here. It feels like we've got an intruder, and on my property!"
"Our prop-"
"-silence, woman!" He never called her by name. Very rarely he did, but right now his Saiya-Jin senses were tingling. Suddenly, his eyes would move toward the window over the sink and he'd move over to it. As he looked out, he'd look out and there he'd behold a sight he'd never seen before.
Outside, there was a purple humanoid creature, with a dorsal on it's head. A majin. So what the hell was this creature doing in his yard?!
Pwc: 550
Twc: 550
@gibidi
