...Wasted (Sinthe)

’You’re doing it wrong,’ the snide and somewhat self-assured voice of Sinthe the Destroyer would be the first thing which the Majin would know of his approach or arrival. It was not uncommon for him to chase down this or that power when they took his interest but in this case he had taken a particular care to conceal his own presence being that he so far outclassed the one who’d taken his fleeting fancy. That was the other thing which was radically different, oftentimes he would scour far and wide for a worthy challenger to keep him from succumbing to boredom but in this instance it was because whatever he was sensing he had no conception of what it was. If there was one thing which he hated more than boredom it was most certainly not knowing. In the course of his long, long life he had terrorized the universe entire from one side to the other and seen many a strange and fantastical thing.

At this point gaps in his knowledge were embarrassing as much as anything.

’Internal pressure, not external force,’ yet as much as he was several systems’ worst nightmare he could also choose to be helpful when he was feeling up for it, the… off blue blob… woman… he guessed was lucky to have already taken his interest in that regard. Not merely that, but he highly suspected that Earth was rubbing off on him poorly. Or maybe he was just having a mid-life crisis. ’No matter how powerful you become it’s no good if you just throw your weight into a target, if you master your inner ki flow however…’ The Anubian trailed off, looking one way, then the other as he searched for something to demonstrate his point with, eventually he seemed to settle on the similar if much larger rock pillar behind him and stood up straight from where he’d been leaning on it.

With one hand nonchalantly tucked away behind him he brought the other forward, still looking entirely relaxed in stark contrast of his impromptu understudy’s very proper, very rigid form. Taking a deep breath he let his power slip again, capping it at roughly three or so times that of the… he really needed to ask what she was at some point. Whipping the hand to one side he struck at the pillar with a chopping motion that was more akin to the way someone might bat away a fly. Indeed the edge of his palm seemed to make contact with only the lightest of taps before he started sauntering over to the strange being he found himself with, apparently unconcerned that his little demo had yielded no real fruit.

Wait for it…

Suddenly the spot which he had not really struck very hard at all cracked, it was nothing, just the smallest chip imaginable flinging itself free of the rock surface, leaving a gap and two teeny little hairline cracks where it had been. These cracks though soon grew longer, wider, split and multiplied until the entire rock face was a spider web of such flaws all off-shooting into three or four more at a time. It didn’t take a genius to see what would happen when the linked up. Beaming a warm smile that still somehow held an air of quiet menace as the whole thing came crashing down behind him, Sinthe concluded his lesson and got right down to the reason why he was here. ’Cool stuff like that can happen. Now. What are you exactly and what are you doing on my planet?’

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WC: 598
Thread PL: 111,733
Initial Suppressed: 1
Supressed Pl: 10,000

See this was why he wasn’t normally nice.

To her credit she had proffered the answers as requested but there were ways of doing things which were implicitly hostile and honestly she might have known better how to pick her battles. Majins though, he didn’t recognize the name, although she had also said that was just what the people on Earth would call her, He almost felt sorry for her, having a name imposed on her whole species by the Dirt People. Almost.

Staring the self identified Majin in the face his own expression cycled through a few variations, not quite sure what to make of what just happened. He blinked, raised an eyebrows, smiled as though he were about to laugh, all of this coming with the now familiar overtone of subsumed menace before finally he settled for an honest scowl. If she didn’t want his help that was perfectly fine, but there was no call whatsoever for rudeness. All his long life he had made it a particular tendency of his to destroy the rude… first.

But he had declined of late, yes he had declined, now he heard whispered tales of the Legendary Super Saiyan aplenty and yet not the faintest breath of Sinthe the Destroyer. The universe had forgotten him, the way one does with nightmares, it had rolled over and resumed a blissful respite at least for a time. No more.

Of course she was not to know and so as he straightened up, turning his nose nearly skyward as he stood over her it was already his intent to be merciful. ’Parts of you, yes…’ he trailed off a deep, low rasp of irritation as almost without knowing he let slip his energy again, the bloom of his aura surging up around him as he did, unacknowledged by its owner who had only slightly larger concerns on his mind.

With whip crack speed this time he burst in to motion. Whip crack was in fact a disservice to it, the flailing end of such a thing will look like it were travelling in slow motion compared to how Sinthe now thrust his hand forward, straight as an arrow, rigid as a blade, letting his claws do the work for him as he made to plunge the hand almost up his palm into the ungrateful Majin’s shoulder. From there it would be simple enough to twist and yank free over to one side, taking off the whole arm if he was quick and precise enough which he very much suspected that he was.

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WC:428
New Suppressed PL: 80,000
Basic Melee: 4,000 PL attempting to wrench off an arm

Usually when you dismembered someone there was a satisfying sort of set tearing sound, you could feel the resistance give in your arm and suddenly be free to move again, but in this case that was not quite so. It was soft, as soft as anything might be what with the admitted power gap, but it didn’t feel like gouging muscle fibers it was more like… cookie dough? He’d have to test that.

Before he could however something else noteworthy and potentially disastrous occurred. The arm which he was holding seemed to melt and spread free of his grip, instead unfolding over him like a sheet, or perhaps net would have been more accurate. While this was happening however he didn’t so much as take his eyes of the Majin herself until his line of sight was broken by the enfolding trap in question.

’High speed regeneration…’ he said from under the cowl of flesh-goo that had by now completely enveloped his head. ’Morphable adaptive physiology…’ Though his voice was still that of someone surveying from a much higher plane there was something else in it, was Sinthe actually impressed? Amused? Perhaps only interested? He wasn’t entirely sure himself though at the very least his interest had bumped up a few notches from when he had first sensed the strange power that now surrounded him, suffused into this thing’s flesh. ’I assume this is some sort of feeding mechanism?’ He asked assuming that, since he was technically IN the creature’s body that it would be able to discern what he was saying. He’d seen similar things before, giant mollusks on the Moons of Vitae that would turn out their stomachs to dissolve their prey for want of teeth or indeed any kind of esophagus. Never something quite so elegant as this though, albeit that the obvious solution remained the same.

His hands and arms already covered in the substance, though it hardly seemed to impede him, reached for the centre of his chest and flew outwards as though tearing through the cloth of whatever might have been there if he actually went in for shirts. The result was at first uninspiring, the flesh-goo stretched and the hole which opened up was miniscule to say the least, but if the Majin had been paying any attention (debatable) then she could guess what was going to happen next. It was the same principle as smashing rocks of course, open up a flaw with your physical strength and blow open the fracture with your ki, kind of like a blasting cap now that he thought of it. It didn’t take much for his aura to tear through the fleshy veil around him, staying put this time to scatter and dissolve any parts of it which hung around, save for the last squirming ounce or so that he held in his hand.

’Were you trying to eat me?’ demanded the godling, hallway not even expecting an answer to that question and going about what he meant to do anyway. Bringing the remnants of what had once been the Majin’s arm to his face he sniffed it momentarily before cramming the squirming mass into his jaws, finding that it did indeed have the approximate texture of cookie dough although it didn’t taste nearly as good. And here he had expected blueberries. ’That’s awful,’ he said flatly. ’You’re awful.’ Having swallowed the morse he licked his top lip and surveyed the Majin again, paying particularly close attention to her torn arm. Good as new, he thought with a wicked smile.

’Those strange abilities, I can’t say I’ve ever encountered them in such an efficient and elegant combination before. Are they just a Majin thing or are you something special?’ He really did enjoy meeting new people sometimes, well new peoples anyway, it was nice when he didn’t have to kill them all as well but he was still weighing his options here.

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WC: 656
Blocking the "Absorption" attempt for 4,000PL flavoured as an aura burst.

Though his interest had been piqued it seemed that any interest this creature offered had peaked. Though, it was at least interesting to hear that whoever SHE ate seemed to have some kind of existence within her still. Existence was overrated. Life was where it was at. The two were by no means equal, in point of fact one was exponentially crueler and he would not wish it on his worst enemy. Disappointing.

’Predation is perfectly natural I’ll have you know,’ the Anubian insisted as he took each beam in hand, allowing them to flow and build into his palm as he took hold of the energy, not by any means making it his own, but as good as. Having taken the best of her attack he was left with a ball of pink energy floating calmly above each palm. Gently he brought his hands together, cupping them in front of himself as though cradling water therein. The two orbs intermingled seamlessly, becoming a perfect one which crackled with a pink purplish discharge as it seemed to strain against the ki he used to keep it in thrall to him.

’So you… what? Steal people’s bodies and ram raid their memories while they go on “existing inside you? There’s a word for that you know? Parasitism.’ Giant mollusks at least just killed you and ate you, though he understood the process to be not quite so clean cut, you could be dying still while it was eating you over the course of several months, years even but at least it just killed you. Lo-jacking someone else’s… he didn’t want to say soul exactly but… personhood. In his capacity as a destructive being it was hard not to find such a thing highly offensive.

Just as gently he placed a finger to the base of the energy sphere, freeing up his other hand which he tucked nonchalantly behind him. ’I could wax lyrical now about sword grips and broom handles, but it’s not like you can help yourself right? Right.’ With a quick flick forward of his still raised digit the ball of stolen energy shot back towards its owner, but it was HIS attack now. There was some kind of irony here but he thought it better left unspoken, he just stood by smiling his self assured smile.

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WC: 391
Stamina: 2/3

’Well before you started being rude I was trying to be helpful, doesn’t happen often let me tell you and I’m startin’ to recall exactly why.’ He definitely wasn’t up for teaching, he had decided, helping in general more than likely. Seeing the defeated form of the crestfallen Majin before him only filled him with a deep seated sense of persuasive disgust, a widening pit right down in his guts. Or… actually… maybe he was just getting hungry, he hadn’t eaten in like an hour. A whole hour! Either way he didn’t really have any kindhearted words of encouragement to offer and he definitely wasn’t the kind of person that went in for hair ruffling. So what did he want then?

’I want you to stop looking so sorry for yourself, get up off your ass an throw me another one already.’ Standing above her, his voice still filled with menace he glared down at her sideways as though she weren’t worth his full and undivided attention. ’If you’re any sort of martial artist then even faced with an impassable barricade you should exhaust all of your options before giving up, even then if it proves an impossible task you can use it to grow and learn.’

Lifting the hand nearest to her he snapped his palm up to Liari’s face, only a few inches or so separating them, the soft purplish glow of his aura floated lazily around him, rolling and breaking about itself like something halfway between smoke and water, a soft, constant breeze emanating from where he stood, whipping up dust and rolling pebbles here and there but little more. It was pretty clear there wasn’t going to be an option B, but Sinthe felt like spelling it out anyway.

’Alternatively, you can sit there and I’ll entertain myself by testing the limits of your regenerative properties. Could you survive if I turned you into a bluish smear? If I severed each individual molecule from the next? If I ground even those down to the constituent atoms? I don’t know if you have the same pain response as a carbon based lifeform, but I can’t imagine that it would feel any good.’

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WC: 365
Stamina: 3/3