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She had allowed the world to blur around her, far longer than she normally would have, voices kept muffled from her perspective, but still understandable. Time both sped by or slowed down in her eyes, when being surrounded by the comfort her kin could provide her, or being around those she could care less for.
Anything and everything that didn't involve Vampires, or a display of humiliation, were nothing but little grievances she wished not to deal with. There were questions about her being distant, though she had always answered that she wasn't ready to discuss it. They should have been well aware what happened with her, would take some time to fully process. Understood that pressing her to talk, wasn't something that would wind up ending too well for them.
It felt like she had all the time in the world, and yet also not enough, writing away at what she could recall seeing on that day, before that lingering connection could fully disappear. There were so many short hand and keywords she hoped to be able to piece together for herself, making use of for later.
Not everything she wrote down was as pleasant as she had wished. It pained her greatly, having to capture the details of perversions, just to be able to jog her memory on what their faces looked like. She wasn't an artist, nor a particularly good writer, but she excelled at providing explanations.
That bit of happiness however, wasn't enough to bury the feelings of her own body, succumbing to these visions, and filling her with an intense heat. It was almost like a burning sensation, only her mind kept trying to go blank, and her breathing easily growing heavy. The control of the powers within her, slipped away here and there, only for a moment or two, before she was able to put things back into order again. Continue on with her work.
Pages and pages of notes were made, not entirely decipherable, but the important details were there. Things like how fusion worked, that the afterlife was real and could be cheated, and just who to keep an eye out for. All things that could progress her plan, yet also made her wonder if there was a point in doing so. Those who were meant to be dead, didn't stay so, and while she could guess why, she didn't have an explanation for their own actions.
To toy with the universe, and simply resurrect as if they had never left. The realization about how much the afterlife didn't really have, and all of the struggles those alive faced, really didn't mean much in the end. Their legacy would be imprinted and left behind for however long society chose to embrace it, before being replaced. For her to continue doing what she did, meant having to accept that there was no endless rewards or comfort after death.
She would merely continue to work and live, as she had done while here in the mortal realm. It was just so much to take in and process. Knowledge was supposed to be a path to power, but all of this seemed redundant in the end. It might have been true she could have chose to forget all of this, and that she had practically signed a contract, choosing to remember, but this was just an obstacle to overcome. A crisis to bury away like the rest.
The pacing she had done around the mansion, she was well aware in a corner of her mind, just how much it bothered some of her latest allies. One of her daughters in a technical sense, Amalga, approaching her when the Bio-Android turned Vampire had saw it fit. Never speaking as much as it had, since being punished for it, which she could tell was only temporary. Even so, she could feel her creation just around some corner, silently watching.
Her two Androids acted similarly with concern, offering a listening ear, in a way that was fresh compared to those who had been around longer. But they were silently denied like the rest of them. The only person she wished to speak to, but had pushed off doing so, was one of the borrowed Saiyans from Namek.
The kind of animosity the red-head had for her, one had to be beyond oblivious, not to have spot. But this whole ambassador thing, and what she had gone through, made her wonder just where their standing was now. She and her 'mate' were allowed the option of Maiz's room, or one of the spare ones.
Was able to see the normalcy that could come from the lack of traveling, she had personally did. Be reminded of how many allies she had living in the mansion in the first place, which had seen renovations since her days as a fledgling, in order to accommodate the number of people working under her.
There was nearly always laughter and life around, while everyone carried out their usual tasks. The humans under her being the ones working to greet, cook, and clean, what messes were around. They could go by their leisure as much as they had wished, so long as the task was finished by the end of the day.
The more alien beings, like the Supidoan or Kold Demon, made use of the Colosseum right outside the mansion, or patrolled around the vicinity. What power they gave off, never even had her bat an eye. The self-proclaimed guardians of the planet, had never really disallowed such things, and so long as the ground didn't split, she didn't see a problem with it. They should have knew how to control their own strength, and take hits if need be.
Her creations merely chatted amongst themselves and others, learning proper behavior and growing in intelligence. While the rest of her kin went exploring beyond, helping cull away the Vampires who weren't of use, and finding new recruits. The only ones kept close to her, and didn't have much of an assigned task besides the Androids, would have been the Majin who sought refuge from her, along with her two Namek ambassadors themselves.
No matter how she looked at things, it never failed to amaze her how she could have all these allies, who would willingly vouch that she meant well on their own doing, yet still found herself accused of being out to kill. As if there was nothing that had previously prompted her into doing so in the first place.
She might have considered a lot of destruction to be normal, and wouldn't bat an eye at having to kill, but that was the ways of culture. What was right and wrong in her eyes, shouldn't have been a concern to others in the first place. It was her business, and choosing to pry could lead to misfortune.
As guests, the two Namek Saiyans were meant to be catered how they wished, and she did what she could to personally offer it. But the incident caused her to ignore them like the rest, which she doubted had much of an impact. There were plenty of people around available to guide them to what they needed in any of her absence, and walking over there now, a nearly empty flask of blood in hand, serving to remind her of what her intentions were in the first place.
For the first time in what felt like a long while, she allowed the world to return to normal, her senses no longer ignoring her surroundings, but fully embracing it. Things still didn't feel 'right' to her, and while she wouldn't call it performance issues, it was the closest explanation to one.
"I'm requesting an audience if you can spare the time."
With a knock on the door, and voicing what she wanted, she couldn't help but think back to how much she had really grouped these two with the others, since their arrival. Any announcements she had to make, was likely to involve them in some way, and never really addressing what she needed, without one of the others also being mentioned. It wasn't as direct as when she had first met the red-head, but it would be a mistake to even still hold that kind of tone.
The girl was the one she had wanted to actually speak to, alone. Though whether or not they wanted to be together, it wouldn't change anything. She knew where she wanted to go, and the kind of things that she wanted to say, in order to leave this incident behind her, until it somehow surfaced again.
And just like any other day since becoming a Matriarch, her eyes remained brown.
To be honest, Satsu didn’t spend much time inside the room they had been assigned, she was out and about every day when the mansion seemed to be just a tad less active. She wasn’t doing anything per se, simply monitoring the area, learning it’s in and outs, figuring out what it was their host did. She was surprised by a lot of the information she discovered, though none of it was damning, which was definitely a good thing.
Yasai however did the opposite, when Satsu was out exploring he was holding the fort within their room. The night time was when Yasai would normally emerge, taking over for Satsu and exploring in a much more obvious way. He would speak to many of those that lived here, making friends where he could and learning that way. Satsu however kept to herself, using her abilities as a scout to get around undetected.
That night, Satsu and Yasai were taking a bit longer than normal passing information off to one another, showing each other what it was they had learned about the Earthlings, Vampires and various other races that were here. That was when Rukia gave a knock at the door, asking for an audience with them.
Satsu got up to her feet first, motioning for Yasai to stay put on one of the beds before making her way to the door. She would carefully open it, soon finding herself face to face with Vampire that had called in for them.
“Miss Rukia, do you need me for something?” Satsu would ask politely, the look on her face remaining completely neutral as she looked to the other woman. Both of them were rather short, so it wasn’t as if one imposed over the other in that department.
There were so many things on her mind she wished to discuss.
Each second that passed, waiting for an answer, only made it more opportune for glimpses of her mind to show up. The nearly empty flask in her hand, didn't fail to surface back in her mind since she had last drank it, only half an hour before, which felt more like forever from her instincts.
Addiction to something like blood, wasn't anything she had an issue with, since she had first become a Countess, her body having realized it would never be fully content. For such an issue to feel like it was persisting now as a Matriarch, and so close to becoming a Antediluvian, meant things were going wrong.
The lack of control she was feeling made her feel so much more inexperienced, yet she could tell the end of it all was in her reach. There just needed to be some kind of push to get her there. As one of the two soldiers from Namek sent here, but also one she had an unspoken conflict with, the push she was looking for could easily come from the red-headed Saiyan. They were already better acquainted just as well, making what she wanted much easier.
It felt like such a godsend, finally hearing a response as the door opened, and the face of the person she was expecting. Need implied so little of what she had wanted, though at the same time, wasn't incorrect. She had noticed of course, just how carefully the Saiyan had chosen to open the door.
While brief, she had been reminded of the perversions she was forced to witness and feel, causing her to turn away from the girl, and face the hall which would lead towards the entrance. There was a feeling of weightlessness in the pit of her stomach, her face feeling hot, although she was aware being undead made that only true from her own perspective. It was ridiculous to be shaken up from something so small, yet the presence of it all felt so real to her.
"I wanted to talk about certain things. Matters of the heart that have left me unable to move on to where things should be."
The more she thought about it, listening to her concerns out loud, as glimpses of what she tried to bury flashing through her mind, the more she knew she couldn't ask the same for the others around here. Her bio-android was too much of a dependent child to really understand the kind of things she was going through. More than likely, she would have ended up punishing her own creation from impatience, and delaying what should have been a smooth path to power.
Her two Androids with the likeness of those she knew, were still too artificial in some responses, and needed to develop more. The hall monitor and their mutual friend often made too much light of things, while the Majin who had came to her to seek refuge, was as docile and naive as many of those in East City. The two primarily cooking or cleaning the food, could hardly be away from each other, while the Kold Demon and Supidoan had clouded minds.
Even her cousin, or any of the other Vampires, would have failed to give her what she was looking for. It was more than just a conversation. One of the things the red-head had, that the others just lacked, was actually having a place within the Alliance serving to be one of the issues dwelling on her mind.
It might have been true her mate had that role just as well, although what memories she had on Namek, before deciding not to step onto the planet excluding specific emergencies, the last thing she had wanted was a walk with another male. Not when her troubles had stemmed from one in the first place.
"It's nothing I can ask of anyone else here. The specifics of it alone, perturbs me in a way that I feel ill, and requires the touch of someone like yourself, who is unaffiliated with my own forces. Knowing you also tend to wander out more, might I ask if we take a short walk outside away from here?"
Their height were similar, and would likely remain as such if her temper could be helped, knowing the transformation of hers, so often found itself to be unnecessary these days. The influence upon her from being a Matriarch alone, was enough to have the kind of impact on her life that felt to be a punishment.
Post by King of All on Dec 10, 2017 20:53:23 GMT -5
The words that came out of Rukia's mouth surprised her whenever she explained just what it was that she wanted. She wanted to talk about 'matters of the heart' ? Did that mean she was having some kind of love issues? Satsu was hardly the most qualified to be advising anyone on that... really the only reason she was with Yasai at all was because he had been so insistent and really showed her what it meant to be with someone.
The girl looked completely baffled as she looked back towards Yasai who only just snickered towards the red head before he would jsut wave his hand and lay back in bed with a flop, bringing his legs up onto the bed with his hands reaching above him as if he had suddenly collapsed under some sleeping spell. Satsu couldn't help but roll her eyes at the man before turning back to face Rukia once more, stepping out and closing the door behind her. Rukia continued to explain that she wanted to talk to her away from Yasai and she nodded gently.
"Of course, I don't mind though I might not be the most... knowledgeable. I barely understand my own customs let alone Earthling one's... uhm... and sorry about snooping, I just don't know much about Earth..." She admitted rather monotonously as she would let Rukia take the lead and follow along next to her silently. Wild thoughts and scenarios began running through her head in regards to the discussion that would be taking place, wondering just how helpful she could be in the end... unless Rukia was going to send her after this guy? Then in that case she could most likely oblidge.
It might not have been the most appropriate to describe her situation, yet there was truth to it. Her mind was unable to move on, as if she was still under his influence, rather than on the verge of ascension. It disturbed her, not being right enough to move onto other matters. To lose control.
For her to be so influenced that a few mere thoughts of what the Saiyan might have been doing, or wish to get up to, was no good at all. That baffled look, was unsurprising, and more of a reminder on just how lost she was feeling right now. She was so close to just escaping from it all, it was just unfair to be stalled.
The red-head finished her exchange with her partner, closing the door shut, before following after her, voicing the lack of knowledge she believed she had on this matter. But this was under the assumption she was even dealing with a mortal, and not someone who was much more. She’d feel insulted if she could just recall the emotions, but there was just nothing there to grasp on. Only more glimpses into her mind of her concerns.
”It’s not exactly what you might think. I’m not one to be charmed by anyone who think themselves to be suitors. This is more of an obstacle to my becoming an Antediluvian.”
There were so many different opinions on how the mansion was. She had those around who would consider the several hallways there were, to be something which made it to be much larger than it truly was. Others simply noted it to be homely. No matter the size of the interior however, the importance lied in comfort, which could only be achieved through the efforts of those residing here. Passing through, she saw Mayu, the pig-tailed red-head, cleaning.
The task wasn’t merely the girl’s alone, though more often than not, she would do so after having attend things in the kitchen. There was a bit of a glance walking by, that shy smile not being out of the ordinary, and the only acknowledgment of a greeting came in the form of a wave, while holding a spritz bottle. Unsurprisingly as they made their way to the front doors, her Bio-Android had stood in the corner, watching with its natural glowing red eyes, as if some statue.
There was the slightest of twitches, easily missable, but her creation had remained unmoving. Even that hadn’t been an unusual sight around here, the cause of which was the bio’s own concern for her. It left a tinge of pain in where her heart should have beated, but that had easily gone away, as they made their way outside of the mansion. The grip she had on her blood flask became more noticeable, but many things were, not being where her body wished.
It was blurry, as if she was moving fast, though she knew it was merely her senses dulling away what she didn’t consider important. For the moment, they had a bit away from the mansion, outside to where the colosseum was, the flask in her hand being lightly shook around, as she stared at the Saiyan.
”The power of an Antediluvian. If the more experienced of my kin are to be believed, would be on the scale of your people’s Super Saiyan 3. Though, I’m sure you’ve noticed my forms are less destructive. Even so, according to legends of my kin, it’s impressive enough for me to be viewed as a goddess.”
It might have been some time since she had visited those beneath her hierarchy personally, but encountering the leader from her past within the last few weeks, was enough affirmation to what she could simply find out through folklore about her kind, which held enough truth to have credit towards.
The reach of gaining such a power, continuing to think of it now, brought a flood of warmth in her heart, reminiscent of what it felt like to access her forms. Though the talk of godhood, she wished to see any expression the red-head might have had, some kind of familiarity without an outright answer.
The flask she held in her hand, she continued to swish, managed to form a smile, as the sound had hit her ears, and the image of its contents filling her mind, rather than the troubles she had. A moment that was always going to be fleeting, so long as she couldn’t get a grasp on her own behavior.
”Whether or not you can guess who I’m on the verge of alluding to, I’d like to carry on and mention, just what such a role would mean for me down the line. The kind of paths and opportunities it can open up.”
She started to walk again, the slightest of a nudge given to the Saiyan, as the side of her hand brushed against the girl as a gesture to follow along. There was a certain and unintentional semblance coursing through her, of those perversions she was forced to endure, as she did, but it slipped away quickly.
Something meant to be playful, getting such a reaction from her. Just how much did he leave behind on her, when he allowed the gift of knowledge? It was an answer she didn’t truly wish to hear, as she had her mind focus back on the matter at hand. Her role as an Antediluvian would change things for sure.
No longer would she be concerned for humanity, though she would continue to uphold all of the business she had already created for herself nonetheless. There was also the need for a planet she’d be able to put to fruition with that kind of power, and it was only tickling some nerves that stopped it.
”As one of the Matriarchs of my kind, I desire the other Vampires to be protected, beyond them targeting themselves, as traditional of my kin to cull those who would be a vulnerability. Perhaps even a sickness, as they’ve shown from the time given to them, they are unable to adapt and learn. Like a child without a proper cognitive function, or ability to think for themselves, as you might have seen from Amalga.”
The Bio-Android who had been merely standing in the doorway, was always going on about being concerned for her. As if she really needed the protection. Too much dependency was a bane to the hierarchy, and fixing it meant ending their lives before it could spread. Though there was also pleasure to it.
”To become an Antediluvian and reach what they would consider to be godhood, means I’ll carry the power to bring forth my other desires. You’ve heard by now from the others how badly I wish the earth dragonballs weren’t inert, haven’t you?”
It was one of the things they were supposed to have brought to conversation at one point, beyond revealing how much of a business person she truly was, with the kind of documents she had filed away. Ayumi, the brunette who considered herself a hall monitor, would have been the most likely to bring it up.
”I have plans to procure a planet for my kin, and bring them out of hiding, which task would be made easier, through the magic of such artifacts. Such a move would require special accommodations, like the existence of an endless river of blood, that’ll keep them from simply feeding on animals for what we need.
However, I doubt this planet will ever find a Namekian who could bring the artifacts back to life anytime soon, which brings me to the first of my troubles. Toru had said before leaving Namek, that it was possible to purchase a planet. How much truth did his words hold, as it would be simple to just conquer a planet just as well.”
Suddenly stopping their walk through the forest of where the mansion had lied, she had cupped the girl’s face for a brief moment, leaving a touch of coldness from what warmth was left, from her lack of blood drinking. She wasn’t going to take a sip from her flask, just yet. It did too much to her.
”Tell me, do you still believe in the idea my desires, beyond business, is anything more than the maternal instincts I’m forced to possess by my transformations?”
Post by King of All on Dec 13, 2017 21:47:47 GMT -5
As the two left Satsu's assigned room, Rukia already began to discuss what it was that was bothering her. Thankfully it wasn't what Satsu had been expecting at all! She just had doubts or something about becoming an Antedeluvian. What the heck was that anyways? She had never heard the term before, not even while snooping around the mansion. She could only guess that it was a higher rank in the Vampire's hierarchy. If that was the case, then she could definitely understand how intimidating something like that could be... She'd never been put in such a situation herself, but she dreaded the day she might be put in charge of something...
It looked like she was wrong however, as Rukia further explained that this antedeluvian could be compared to the Super Saiyan 3 transformation. She looked at Rukia with the slightest of lifts to her eyebrows as the surprise of just how strong Rukia was actually hit the girl. She never planned to get on her bad side in the first place, but now she'd definitely make sure that she didn't. She could just barely control her Super Wuxjing powers... Her transformations where even more subtle than Rukia's as they centered around her eyes only...
She didn't say anything as the two walked, instead choosing to remain silent as she listened to Rukia's full story, taking in every little bit and processing it as best she could with what knowledge she had of Rukia and the race of Vampires. It was... interesting to hear her talk so openly about what she wanted, especially when it came around to the Dragonballs, she even specifically stated that she was only interested in the Earthlings Dragonballs..
"Honestly, miss Rukia, it just sounds to me like you are being a good leader." She said softly, her tone still just as monotone as ever, though you could pick up traces of the interest that any other person might have displayed in this moment. Satsu was always very quiet and cautious and normally didn't speak much... but by listening to Rukia's story, it looked like she would need to respond to it in kind, which meant she would have to speak quite a bit.
"A great leader. You want your people to be safe, and I think anyone can respect that. But... I don't even know if just any Namekian can make Dragonballs if they came here to Earth. Maybe you could talk to the Overseer and the Guru about using the one's on Namek in a year after Overseer Komatsu uses them to bring our people back?" She offered in the sincerest tone that she could muster. She would look over to Rukia and offer the faintest of smiles to her. Honestly her plan sounded solid to her... She was really doing all of this for her people, and with her final question asking her if she was acting maternal, Satsu actually chuckled softly and nodded her head.
Choosing not to continue on the path of power, would be possibly dying by the hands of someone even greater, or being cast aside when it comes importance. She had come too far to really just forget about the burdens she chose to take, and even if she tried, her body would have kept her unsettled.
No, avoiding what was so close, wasn't her intentions. She was willing to accept the role that came with being revered as a god by her people, but it was her encounter with that man, acting as some kind of mental block, keeping her from achieving what she wished. She couldn't yet find herself at peace.
With the kind of knowledge he had shared with her, that much was unsurprising. Anyone else in her position would have likely just chosen to forget or suppress it all, instead of writing off keywords to recall it, before the information had disappeared in its entirety. It was a maddening thing to keep to herself, and unsure of just where to go with it, or if what she had in mind was even sensible to pursue. Though it'll become clear to her soon enough.
For the most part, the red-head she had chosen to accompany her for this discussion, had been mostly silent, other than the most subtle of actions. But that was perhaps the thing she needed the most right now, differing in just being alone herself, through the kind of neutrality the Saiyan possessed.
"And yet, I still can't imagine my motives not being questioned by others of similar power."
The girl's remark had came off in that usual tone of hers, though the words themselves, had seemed to mean well enough. It was difficult sometimes, carrying out and saying the things she did, while wondering if anyone else could see the purpose behind it. Like how she was falsely accused on Namek, about actually laying a hand on that lesser male Saiyan, when all she was doing was giving a warning, and wishing to have an audience for the bout she had wanted.
Admittedly, the approach to it could have gone smoother, but it was a difficult time, knowing the earth was attacked while she had been on Namek. How she could have lost the allies she considered to be her assets, and forced to go recruit people and train them to learn her ways. But this was before gaining enough of that man's knowledge. Things were different now, and her plans wouldn't be so easily delayed or fragile, by something out of her control.
The biggest issue with what happened on Namek in the first place, was a Saiyan butting his nose in where it didn't belong, then trying to immediately leave because of the surrounding power. It was like deciding to stand between two threats fighting, and then flying off. What was the purpose of doing so?
That was the thing that annoyed her then, which was a good prelude if anything, to where she was leading towards. The red-head's suggestion was a simple one, but nothing she hadn't already considered. The biggest issue was her own perceived and expected mistrust of the kind of power she held for herself. Not to mention the certain blonde swordsman, who she knew wouldn't have at all approved of the idea. Besides, it wasn't the only wish she had in mind anyway.
"I've considered it before, but mistrust seems all too common, specifically, from the swordsman Cambia. She might be related to Koma, but that doesn't stop out mutual dislike of each other. Even the idea I carry the will and hopes of those within the mansion, couldn't stop her from fearing this voice."
Though she didn't know about the once a year limit, it made sense enough that something which could grant power, needed time to charge it. Once again, an opportunity was brought up, allowing her to discuss the blonde's grief imposing onto her. A chance she hadn't received since leaving Namek with these two.
It came rather easily, speaking in her best regal, yet playful voice, near the end of the explanation. The tone was so reminiscent of those who had a habit of saying 'my my', or hold the kind of spirit that a succubus would have held when talking. Truly a place she had struck a clear nerve, with the girl.
"I assume it must remind her of someone she truly hates, if her attitude is to be a reflection."
She only guess it had to do something with family. Childhood was usually what had people ending up troubled. Toru had kept on trying to assure the blonde would change, but that was expecting for a Saiyan to understand the comprehension they could only gain from being earth-related hybrids. And even then, it wasn't something that was really a guarantee, if that lesser Saiyan male was to be any indication. He clearly hadn't been associated with the Alliance.
The idea of reviving their own people, wasn't anything surprising. It was the most typical route when it came to wishes, and to try and stop such a thing, would only mean the Saiyans were likely to stay on Namek indefinitely. The only consequence she saw from it, was how visited the planet had become.
What bit of laughter had came from the red-head, made it clear just how different their perspectives might have been, for the conversation going on at hand. Nothing she said, even with her explanation of what the blonde swordsman seemed to fear, had been meant with a lighter tone than was necessary.
Her mind felt nothing but troubled, and expression mildly tired than anything else. As if she was carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders, and the Saiyan was somehow her salvation. Uncapping the flask she had been carrying, and deciding to stop at the bark of a tree, it was a good a time as any to down the contents. May another chance to get such an enriching taste of blood, wouldn't be something merely given to her as any gift meant to charm her.
The flask was left empty, and she tossed it to the side, shooting it into nonexistent pieces after, her back pressed against the bark when she was done. What was left of her troubles had came from that flask, and she could feel the temptation of turning away from her brown eyes, for crimson red ones.
"That flask is part of what started my troubles, the owner of its blood possibly leaving me exhausted in ways I didn't wish, that no one else ever did."
Though the feeling was pushed back, while she went and mustered an explanation of what she had done. The pace of her breathing started to quicken from thinking about it, looking back at the red-head, and what role she also was meant to have carried in all of this, beyond just their discussion now.
"It should be evident now just how often I really have to use the full extent of my power, and how my transformations have become more like subtle flares requiring assistance. Do you recall how some time ago, this had came into play?"
She hadn't bothered even exploring what had went on while she was 'stuck' in that village of illusions, when she had gotten away and back towards the mansion. Her interest had been fully on jotting down keywords of what she could remember. Even so, it had been the red-head or her mate's obligation to fill in the kind of role Maiz had usually carried out, only interfering when she had access the power of a Matriarch. Although that had never came.
The highest she had gotten had been the powers of a Countess, but the process of doing so, even now, was something she felt didn't sit right with her. As if the power didn't truly belong to her, like it was supposed to have felt. Becoming an Antediluvian, was supposed to alleviate that. She was sure of it. Whatever hold was on her, the blood magic within her body would rid of it. She would be able to find the peace of mind that she had lost.
"The incident in the first place, began upon my decision of choosing to follow a source of power, and being led to a village with attacking apparitions, meant to guilt those who enter with false delusions. Nothing which had been difficult to get through, and I winded up chancing upon both a blonde near my age, along with a certain blue-haired child. He was of course, more than he seemed to be, though I hadn't imagine on the level I had seen."
The more she had led her way into talking about what happened, the more she found herself pushing away from the bark of the tree, and started gesturing. Her breathing had slowed some, becoming more deep than anything. They still weren't memories she would say were pleasant, and more bloody than anything.
"His intellect was confident, though not in a way that it completely dismissed what was essential, even if he did so often mumble of his own superiority. His power just as well, exceeded even my best. I had hoped to learn more about the blonde, but she had been scared off, and we were left alone. Then the decision had came, that winded up leaving me trouble in the end, and has me questioning if it was something to see as regrettable."
Knowledge like what that man had shown, didn't come without consequence. She could have easily died if not for her confidence she would have been able to take a hit. Though what she had seen had proven it wouldn't have likely gone well if he had fought her, and she'd still feel lingering soreness, even if she had used a medical tank to heal herself. That was the kind of power that man had, which she was just so close to obtaining for herself.
"The boy turned out to be this Caesar your Alliance seemed to fear so much for, and I had allowed him to tell me something he had swore your Overseer had kept hidden. Betrayal on some level would have hardly been surprising, as it was truly just nature that allows such decisions, but I got much more than I had asked for. He brought us to a reality marble, a world that had practically been his mind, where he shared his memories with me.
I was forced to feel empathy, anger, and many other things I had learned to move past on myself, as I had no option but to watch his life play out. What was meant to be me breaking down and losing myself, I instead worked on recalling what I could of my own hardships, matching it against his. They were all fleeting and nothing more than glimpses under his control, but it had more or less succeeded, seeing as how I'm still feeling troubled all of it now.
The memories that were meant to invoke empathy, came off more as an annoyance, and my body was left feeling like I wasn't in control, hot and explored in ways I would have never allowed. Out of everything I had learned and seen in that head of his, the perversions he had experience with, I feel the most disgust for. How any of the women I've seen, could have fallen for him, and decided to bear his children, I still can't grasp. Unwilling to.
In the end, he departed saying he desired me, saying I could pray and he would show, leaving me feeling weak and without control over my own transformations. It's continued to persist ever since, as if he has some kind of lingering presence, that I believe can be purged once I become an Antediluvian. He tried so hard to charm me, and I knew from the connection he had bestowed he could have just forced it."
The way the memories had all came forth, and her own feelings on the matter back then, along with after she had been able to process it all, there was no hiding it in her tone or gestures. She had only moved closer to the red-head just as well, her face feeling hot as she tried to take the girl's own hand in hers. If there was one thing that man had left with her beyond knowledge, it would have been a certain carnal desire that differed upon feeding on blood.
A mindset, that upon looking at the Saiyan, she came to realize just what could have easily have happened, if she had chosen to end the girl's life. The consequence that come from it would have been the rage of her mate, but what was the power of a Saiyan, to someone so close to reaching godhood?
She could tell her breathing had quickened again, though she wasn't even done speaking yet either. She was close, but there was a little bit more on her mind, before she could feel some kind of satisfaction. What was already going on, was more than she had ever felt in the last couple of weeks.
"But that still remains to be the least of my troubles. The kind of things he shown me, as much as I had disliked being forced to empathized, did have its merits in what I've learned. I saw the concept of fusion, learned the existence of Kais and how they seemed to have the opposite relationship to Anubians. I know that there's an afterlife, and that death is something that could be cheated. How it was practically just a planet, which didn't simply allow endlessly materializing one's own desires, and thus more of a second life, rather than something that's eternal comfort and rest.
Ir progresses certain plans I have, knowing death doesn't truly hold consequences, and the kind of confidence the others could possess with this knowledge. Nothing that would be easy to cheat, and I imagine Toru or your Overseer, would wind up marking it off as lives not being something to take lightly. I truly don't blame anyone with such an opinion, but with someone who normally carries the kind of ambition that I possess, it's disheartening to learn what lies in the afterlife, isn't what I had envisioned. So I desire pursuing what I'm already in the progress of, before even considering what happens in Hell to me."
She had practically been done explaining what she had wished, and while the things she felt from doing so was astounding, there still remained to be the girl's opinion on it all. If the red-head managed to keep from being like certain others, then she could find comfort in having the girl's agreement.
"The thing I wish to ask of you most, is your blessing. That even knowing while I see death differently, the knowledge of it, is more something I wish to turn into empowerment than grief."
The Saiyan wouldn't learn how green she truly was with envy, she didn't have to deal with these kind of conclusions.
Post by King of All on Dec 28, 2017 21:42:40 GMT -5
"hmm" Satsu brought one hand up to her chin in thought as she walked alongside Rukia, listening to her speak about how approaching Komatsu might create distrust. It was true that they were at a point where trust was difficult to earn from them due to everything that was going on... but did that really mean that Komatsu wouldn't help? She wasn't so sure, but then again... the Overseer was... different. Komatsu might be a 19 year old man now, but she felt that in mind he was still much younger... He had been through a lot when he was imprisoned with the Empire, that she had no doubt of, but there was a lot still for him to learn when it came to being a leader.
"Talking couldn't hurt though... I mean, Cambia isn't the one you have to go through, and really Komatsu isn't either. If you have the Guru's blessing to use the Dragonballs then that's all that really matters in the end I think..." She would say softly, mumbling more to herself than the other girl as she thought things over. In essence, she was a scout, it was her job to notice and rationalize everything and come to a solid conclusion, and that's just what her mind was trying to do now about this whole Dragonball business. After-all, not everyone who tried to use the Dragonballs was after something selfish. It didn't sound like Miss Rukia was.
The more she kept talking though, the tighter Satsu's lips became. She had met up with Caesar?! He had gotten into her head and forced her to see the most intimate parts about him. Just his name caused her eyes to narrow, but she did nothing as she simply continued to walk. Rukia however would be able to sense a sudden, focused spike of power that would strangely be focused around the red heads eyes.
"I hope you understand why Cambia... why all of us get so upset at the mere mention of his name... He took... everything from us, without provocation. He took our friends, our family, and our home. I've never been a fan of the Empire... but what he did to them as well, to our people is unforgivable. I lost my little sister on Natto, Mia, when he destroyed it..." Her voice was suddenly sharp, though still a low mumble as it always was. She could relate to Cambia's fear of Caesar, to her fear of someone like him rising again, but unlike her she didn't think that Rukia was that kind of person at all... still, this conversation was bringing her blood to a boil to think of what he had done.
Why was it that Caesar wanted miss Rukia to feel anything for him at all? Why was he reaching out to a complete stranger? Unless... Rukia wasn't a stranger to him? She didn't know of any prior connections to him, nor did any really make sense but... she supposed it could always be possible? Her mind would race with thoughts after that of how the two might know one another, but nothing stood out to her, and therefore she just listened.
"I've never died, so I don't know anything about that stuff... but it's hard to believe that death really doesn't mean anything. What's the point then of being careful in life? I don't really understand it as well as the Overseer and Councillor Toru... but... if Death isn't the be all end all we thought it was then... why not turn it into a strength? I don't see anything wrong with that. I mean... it puts a few things in perspective really, when it comes to a saiyan line of thinking but... I don't think you're wrong." Satsu would finally admit, looking over to Rukia as if to confirm her point. Her eyes had transformed into bright blue slits at this point as she looked at the girl. It was completely different than anything Rukia would have seen before from a saiyan, as Satsu was more dominant with her Wuxjings blood.
Views of which would make it rather difficult to allow others into plans of their own design. This whole revival that Koma had wanted for the rest of the Saiyans, was only going to just be one of many wishes he probably had plans to make, even if the cause on bringing his people back, would already be made.
What other wishes he might have wanted, were part of the reason why she had kept the Saiyan and Majin on that planet. If he wanted to make even more and expect to keep being allowed such greed every year until he got what he wanted, then she was more than thankful she didn't play for just one side.
It was that kind of mindset she detested, and wished she could do something about, but had to rely on other people for, to avoid being lumped into some stupid alignment. Those things already had their own biases to what people already thought, and she refused to be in any part of that.
What the red-head said, did have some points, knowing the Overseer was going to be dependent on the Guru starting the ritual. It was the main reason she disliked the planet's artifacts, compared to the ones she knew existed here on earth, but were still unusable, from the numerous times she had checked.
But there were factors here that the girl just wasn't seeing, and it made her breathing paced, going over the stuff in her head. Thinking back to Cambia first, specifically, there was that kid of hers that felt like had been a toddler for years, according to the tinges of recognition with toying at the idea.
It felt right enough for it to likely be true, and not something she had imagined up, though she couldn't picture the face that easily. Only knew just enough from inferring, and her own opinions on the swordsman, that even the hybrid was allowed to interfere with things, if she had really wanted to.
Koma was easier to still doubt wouldn't have any interference, knowing the gap in their power. Even if she had bit him to try catching up, it still wouldn't be enough. She would have to taste the blood of multiple beings for that, but there was no one of real interest, and it was easier to do sparingly anyway.
So far, she had used it as an insult, and to claim victory when getting someone to concede to her. It was more fitting to continue that, than to keep on using it on just about anybody. It wasn't for any common man, just like how she didn't go around siring people, and turning them into her own kin.
"You're forgetting that when it comes to wishes, especially from a man who had lost his people, there are more wishes to be had. Can the Guru really keep those two from challenging for the artifacts? Cambia's the type to gather them for her kid to play with, and revival surely can't be the only thing the Overseer would want. I at least use contracts to record what I will or won't do, but it can still be accused by others to just be paper."
Still, the more they talked about it, and the possibility that what she was theorizing was accurate, the more she wondered if the girl was really right about this. Gaining immunity with the Guru's blessing would make the blonde eat her own words for even trying. The fact that she was a mother and still going around tossing a sword instead of settling down, goes to show the kind of culture differences there was. It was just distasteful in her eyes.
"I suppose I'll consider it, so long as you're aware I'll be holding you accountable for any hardships for doing so. And I still have doubts he hasn't already spoken with the Guru about making further wishes when the artifacts are active again."
The amount of power that had came forth and centered within the red-head's eyes, was unsurprising, knowing the topic at hand. So many people were shaken by that man, but beyond his perversions, the act of destroying cities and the like were pretty typical. Though she supposed knowing people he had touched, was more impacting than hearing about those he had destroyed and were in his way. Cambia wasn't really the best judge of character to use at all to agree with, knowing the blonde dragged herself into situations she wasn't strong enough to even face. Was nothing good for than being another dead pile in his path.
"She's far from being the best judge of character. The girl, even back when we were on Namek, drags herself into situations she doesn't have the power to back up, like some kind of divine intervention. And doing so willingly enough to leave her kid without a mother if she had ever died. If you want to talk about someone who suffered, it would be what he did to the Elemi, Flare."
Comparing her regular brown eyes, to the girl's newly shaded ones, there was a rather stark difference that came with such expressions. Even so her tone remained the same, not really needing the physique her other forms gave her, or crimson red eyes, to really emphasize her point that the swordsman wasn't a good judge of character. If she were to suffer by Jarvis, or really, any threat at all, it would be her own doing for butting into things she shouldn't.
No one should even be surprised if the girl had died because of it either. She clearly didn't know when to run, considering she was still fighting, even though she had a kid to raise. Death was something that might not have been temporary, and could be cheated, who knows how long that actually took.
If the people running the afterlife also had any brains at all, each death would only make it more and more difficult for the person to come back. But that was really the way things should be. Life wasn't something just inconsequential that could be played with. People who died lost time, which was already hard enough as is, to even find. She could also understand these grievances, knowing she had practically been made to do what he did, but there was still bias.
"And of course I get it. He's made masses of girls into slaves and his whores, which the blonde accuses me of being the next one to do. That it was her duty, despite her lack of power, to stop anyone who reminded her of that man. I've done a lot of things to avoid being culled as a fledgling, and another dead body, but I assure you, my chastity is intact. I also feel as if my standards are too specific to even rid of it the 'right' way."
For the swordsman to even believe that her mind was dark enough to promote something like slavery, was just sickening. The closest was making the Kold Demon a Prisoner of War, but that was still nothing but one of her phases, and even back then, the alien was practically just someone living in the mansion for losing a battle. The Saiyan's sister, that man wasn't interested in names enough, for it to be too uncertain to know just which girl that really was.
But the fact of the matter still was, people got caught up into things they shouldn't when attacks happened. And it was going to keep on persisting just as well, so long as there was evil in the world, as there was supposed to be. But one loss of a life, didn't rule out the importance of another one.
"I can send a ship back to Namek and check up on the other two, when some affairs pass. Though the decision's better left to you and Yasai, knowing the planet will likely be settling against whatever aftermath came from having two separate factions."
It was the only real comfort, if it could really be seen as one, that she was even able to give about the girl's sister. Something she found appropriate, yet she still struggled to muster a tone that wasn't leisure. The idea of death itself, and the importance of caring for life, was an easy one to answer.
"A belief passed on by an old society. Like how my kin still upholds the idea of being secret, just because there are some of us, whose physical features grew monstrous after turning. What I saw of things myself, and what seemed like an endless line of fluffy clouds waiting for judgment, I doubt it really feels like some eternal rest. No reward in knowing Heaven and Hell are practically just another planet that ghostly bodies reside.
I would say the Anubians, if the one I met is to be believed, have a better deal in things, knowing they can sleep endlessly for years. But in any case, knowledge of what goes on in the afterlife, likely disturbs me an equal amount to his perversions. He sees death the same way as I do, so killing him won’t do anything but buy time until they come back. I’m also certain he’ll also visit me if I do procure a planet, and I’ll carry the burden if he does.
The one and only thing I can ever ask if I were to die, since meeting him, is vaporizing my body completely. It’s a game to him to get what he can’t have, and while his domain might be in Hell, I’m just as certain I can avoid him there as well.”
The world would move on without her for a certain amount of time too hazy for her to make sense of, only that it would be long enough for things to change while she was gone. Her plans would still move forward without her, what she built still stand around just as well, as it wasn’t the end of things.
Listing all of this to the red-head though, it certainly felt as if was. That what she was saying was rather close into being of fruition, even though she desired, had obstacles in place that would stop her. Because even with the girl’s belief that it wouldn’t amount to that, she couldn’t see otherwise.
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