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6,449
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4,155
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Nov 25, 2023 3:10:07 GMT -5
Post by Myojin on Nov 25, 2023 3:10:07 GMT -5
Out of the four continents on this planet, nothing ever beaten the southern continent for the best vacation and relaxing hot spots. Just, well, avoid the ruins of Orange City. However, it does serve well as a tourist spot! It was surprising that no one even thought of that. The amount of money that could be made someone was a tour guide and showed people the rubbish Orange City became! Anyway, typically hotter than the other continents, it was perfect to travel as the southern continent had the perfect weather: warm and dry. Most particularly the tropical islands were a successful in attracting people all around the world and a popular location to sit back and become one with nature, and that's exactly what the demon did. Myojin laid comfortably in a bright pink foldable lounger, one leg crossed over the other. To fit the occasion, the demon was in a simple black one-piece swimsuit. Her tattoos plastered all over her body were more exposed and she was proud to show them off. Black sunglasses shielded her from the sun whilst one hand held a coconut impaled with a straw and the other held a lit cigarette. She sighed in satisfaction, the straw drawn to her lips so she took a delicate sip from the coconut. "Mm..." The demon smacked her lips before she went in for another sip. Oh yeah... that hit the spot. Its fruity, milky, sweet with slight notes of melted butter, green and wood was heavenly... and Myojin was a demon who despised heaven. There were a few things scattered around the spot near Myojin; towels, beach umbrella, a picnic basket, sunscreen, and other items usually aligned to being at the beach. At first glance, it can be assumed that the demon was the owner of all these things. In reality, she wasn't. In fact, she encountered a couple on the island. One was in the chair, the other laid down on the towel. Did she spook them as she approached them unannounced? Yes, yes she did. Did she want the coconut that was in one of their hands? Yes, she did. Were they going to give it to her? No, they weren't. Did Myojin do whatever she pleased as means to get their stuff? Of course. How did she do it? Well, it was best for anyone that ever came across the area to not look in the bushes and ignored the muffled pleas just a couple of feet behind her... with the sudden movement from said bushes. Nothing like beating them into submission with a summoned bat and summoning duct tape to make sure she got what she wanted. ...Anyway, relaxation like this, casually laying in the sun and bathing in its rays, it was a rare moment compared to her usual wild and chaotic antics. No matter where she went, Myojin always caused trouble and enjoyed every single second of it. This time, she decided to take a step back and enjoy what she's taken from the couple. She earned it. Myojin brought the butt of the cigarette to her lips as they wrapped around for her to suck in the nicotine and exhale the smoke with another satisfied sigh. "Couple tied up... took their shit, now relaxing with it... maybe feed them every few hours or so... might even take 'em home as pets and force them to give me more to raise... what more could a poor girl like myself ask for?" There it was, Myojin's usual verbal antics of yearning to abduct people and make them her pet. Submit to her. Every time she ever had such a thought, a bright smile curled on her lips. Delight was expressed all over her face, even behind these sunglasses. For now, all Myojin wanted to do was relax... be calm... be one with nature.
Word Count: 642 Bonuses: x2 PL and Zeni | Looters +10% Zeni |
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POWER LEVEL
76,893
Tech Points
14/20
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Oozaru[x10]
Zeni
32,835
Saiyan
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Nov 25, 2023 13:07:35 GMT -5
Post by Salada on Nov 25, 2023 13:07:35 GMT -5
"One with nature," huh? An interesting sentiment for one taking in lungfuls of cigarette smoke. After having recovered her pride enough to move past a blind raging state, the young Saiyan decided to explore Earth... if for no other reason than to make a mental map of it. Nature, architecture, it was all pointless drivel to her. Hell, if it didn't serve some kind of purpose for the army, what would she care about it? Beauty and aesthetics were the luxuries of the weak and the stupid. If any of these people here had any mind, they would be training right now, not basking in a barely standard environment like this!
...And speaking of environments, Salada was pretty sure she hated the beaches. Beside the sand that was course, rough, and kept getting everywhere, the ocean breeze was turning her long hair into one big salt-net, something she'd have to spend a RIDICULOUS amount of time just washing out! Far be it from Salada to be concerned about her appearance. During her training, the young Saiyan and BATHED in the blood of many opponents... But when it came to discomfort... that was something else. She was lucky that her armor was tight enough to keep it out...
...And then there was the sun. What WAS IT with this planet? Beyond the fact it had so many biomes, enough to annoy any potential terraformers, on beaches like these, it felt as if the damn sun was brighter than usual piercing, even, if your eyes were even remotely upcast. Salada growled and crossed her arms over her chest. She would rather be doing anything else right now. Hitting something, blasting something, EATING SOMETHING... and she would be too, were it not for her blasted orders.
"'Establish a presence...' HA!" Salada laughed cruelly, recounting her orders to herself. "What does the empire even see in this place? SURE, maybe there are strong guys around... but none of them have any heart! Just look at that one." She looked over at one of the men resting under one of those "palm-trees." "He has the physique of a fighter. If I had my scouter, I'd be able to tell his power is remarkable... But he doesn't have true spirit! I bet he grows strength to impress his mates." She spat in disgust... then turned to a woman, equally formidable in appearance. She was lathering some kind of lotion upon her darkened skin.
"I'd bet she spends too much time at places like these. Strong, yes. But also lazy." She shook her head and scoffed. "This world is full of softies." ...No sooner than she had thought this, the Saiyan caught the whisps of a muffled scream upon the wind. Cocking an eyebrow, she turned in it's direction, catching sight of a... strange woman, not nearly as exposed as the other users of this island, enjoying one of those REVOLTING burning sticks! A tilt of her head gave the Saiyain sight of... someone tied up and restrained in the bushes behind the woman. Odds are they were her prisoner. On first impulse... Salada really didn't care. What was some human to her?
...However, on a second... Her orders were to make the Saiyans LOOK GOOD to these weaklings.
"Ugh..." she grunted. "...I hate this job." Walking up to the strange woman, wiping aside a cloud of smoke, Salada would confront her.
"...You could ask for mercy." Salada suggest dryly, getting up in the woman's face. "Let them..." She pointed at the rusting, muffled-voiced shrubbery behind her. "...go if you value your health."
WC: 597
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6,449
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4,155
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Nov 25, 2023 19:24:42 GMT -5
Post by Myojin on Nov 25, 2023 19:24:42 GMT -5
...What in the...
Just as the demon left the cigarette in her mouth for another huff, Myojin's left eyebrow arched in confusion when a random woman suddenly appeared and got close to her face. Initially unbothered, the demon lowered her glasses to get a good look at who was before her. Apparently the woman somehow discovered her bounded human pets and suggested that Myojin released them with an... ooh, was that a threat? Despite the strong scent of smoke from the cigarette, her nose was able to take a whiff of the other woman's scent... was this a Saiyan? "Hmm." The demon held her stare with the other woman for a couple of seconds, almost unamused with her for interrupting Myojin's relaxation session, even when the demon herself would do the same exact thing of ruining someone else's relaxation. Exhibit A: the couple she tied up to take in as pets.
But the unamused look shifted into entertainment as a crooked smile curved on her lips, as if she were trying to stifle a laugh. The demon would never beg for mercy. If anything, she ENCOURAGED for whatever would happen. Myojin was a big girl, she knew how to take it. If it was a beating, then she'd gladly accept it with open arms. Hell, that may be one of the few things that Myojin would beg for! Who doesn't love taking a nice ass whooping and the humiliation that'd come with it? Obviously someone as twisted and cruel as the same woman who'd also deliver the same treatment with a grin on her face for her amusement.
While the woman was still in front of her face, as she tried to force some sort of authority over the demon, Myojin was left with two choices: either she submit and do what the woman said, or she doesn't. The choice was obvious. Still smiling at the other woman, Myojin shifted in her seat as she drew her face even closer to the woman's own. The demon's smile grew wider as she leaned in close enough for their noses to touch. Myojin proceeded to affectionately nuzzle at the woman's nose before she blew more smoke at her.
"As you can see and smell," Myojin rested back in her chair and took out the cigarette from between her lips. "I don't give much of a shit about my life if I'm about to blow through a pack of cigs in one sitting." She cackled. A good brand, she'd say. Now, letting the humans go? Her own pair of pets that she'd do well at raising at? No, it wasn't likely. She wasn't going to do it. She found them fair and square, and if the woman wanted them, well, she was going to have to look elsewhere.
Then Myojin shook her head in denial. "If you want some pets, you're going to have find them elsewhere like how I've found them here. I've made sure they were well fed and taken care of before I tied them up and threw them in the bushes." She quipped, a sip taken from the coconut. As much as she'd love for this continue...
"So if you could kindly move out the way... you're blocking the view."
Word Count: 541
Total Word Count: 1,183
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POWER LEVEL
76,893
Tech Points
14/20
Forms
Oozaru[x10]
Zeni
32,835
Saiyan
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Nov 30, 2023 5:37:37 GMT -5
Post by Salada on Nov 30, 2023 5:37:37 GMT -5
It was hard to tell with this creature (HUMAN might have been a stretch of identification) if she was bold and brave... or simply insane. The woman rose to meet the Saiyan's challenge, getting nose-to-nose with her and going as far as to NUZZLE and blow smoke in her face! Salada's expression darkened, but she didn't yet move. To step back would be a sign of weakness. To shove the woman back implied insecurity. She would offer this THING neither, instead standing her ground and allowing her power to FLARE subtly, giving her body the slightest red glow. Brief research into Earth indicated that a lot of the fighters here have evolved the ability to detect powers without the aid of a scouter. Much as transformation was, it was a rare ability among species, even rarer for it to be THIS common in one place. She was willing to bet this lady, considering how brain-dead confident she was, had such a talent. Why not show off a little of her power? Perhaps it'd shake her up a bit.
...In fact, the devil-may-care attitude Myojin displayed only intensified, the woman blowing a cloud of smoke in Salada's face... before plopping back down in her seat. The Saiyan's lips curled into a snarl, once again slapping away the cloud of smog, faint wafts of its bitter scent searing toxically against her skin. As Myojin would confirm, she obviously DIDN'T care about her life! She was going to burn through more of those blighted death-sticks before the day was done and if Salada didn't like that, she could piss-off and find her OWN humans to torment! If Salada had been on this planet as some kind of vacation, she would have been impressed with Myojin's nerve. She talked down a Saiyan warrior as if she were her equal, SUPERIOR even, dismissing Salada's challenge as if it were less than inconvenient. ...But Salada was not here by choice. In fact, if she had her way, this world would be SLAG by now. No, she was here, much to her chagrin, to make... 'friends' with Earthlings... And kais-help-her, that meant standing up for the little runts.
With a grunt, Salada would cock back a foot and KICK under Myojin's chair, aiming to send both it AND her flying roughly through the air before and landing harshly in the sand meters away! Should the blow connect, Salada would also raise a finger and take a shot at Myojin's coconut, aiming to blast it into a thousand pieces and splatter the creature with its contents. A suitable response for her smoke shenanigans. Should all of this go to plan, Salada would smirk, satisfied with herself, before walking over to the humans. She would fire another precise blast from her finger, burning through their bindings and freeing them from Myojin's grasp.
"Go." She commanded, before turning back to their captor. Salada smirked, cracking her knuckles. "I've been looking for something to hit all day. The majority of the creatures on this planet don't have the stomach for battle. They're weak. Worthless. ...Somehow, I think I got lucky with you." ...And with that, Salada would go on the attack! Lunging for Myojin, the Saiyan would throw a SHARP punch down the center of the woman's face, aiming to clock her RIGHT on the bridge of her nose!
WC: 558
TWC: 1155
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