Skibidi Bop Mm Dada [Invite]

Rosemary's PL is 32,337.

Ah, the Radditsu District~ If ever one got tired of the sleek and the new that had taken over the city center, it was the so-called slums where they could fine reprieve. The streets remained littered with broken glass and specks of blood. Holes still dotted the windows and walls, courtesy of the latest drunken brawl to get out of hand. Even the most well-mannered of the residents here were on the shortest fuse imaginable; just itching for a fight to break out so taht they could let off some steam.

Rosemary absolutely loved this part of the city. These were her people, so to speak. Several months and promotions ago, she had lived here among them, and she still enjoyed returning when the opportunity showed itself. She wasn't visiting anyone in particular today, or passing out supplies to those in need. No, the Saiyans here could fight for all of that on their own.

This unique sort of powder keg was like nothing else she could find on Plant or in Hell, however.

So, as she was sifting through the inert explosives just waiting for a spark, that spark did show itself in the form of a stranger trying to gather the attention of the crowded streets. The hybrid's eyes flashed a savage red, and she smirked at the sight of such a powerful warrior.

It was too bad about the missing tail. Only a Tuffle could be so cruel.

However, things did not go according to the stranger's plan, as a rock smashed against her head and put a quick stop to the little show she had wanted to bring to the masses. Rosemary couldn't help but to chuckle, but remained towards the back of the crowd, in the shadow of an awning that protected from the midday sun. In her red battle armor and black, sleeveless spandex, her white hair was all that made her stand out from the others of her kind.

"Get out of the road!" One woman shouted at the stranger who had blocked the path.

"Get on with it!" Someone else joined in the growing cacophony.

"Take it off!" There was always that guy.

You should fight back. You're strong enough for it.

The hybrid's voice rang silently in the stranger's head, joined by an unyielding rage and urge to destroy all that she could see that rampaged through the mind like an out of control Oozaru. Yes, she had found the spark in the powder keg, but she wanted to see a fire! Why else come to the slums?

Rosemary uses Dark Whispers to speak telepathically with Delia. It comes with the side effect of feelings of rage and the urge to destroy, though any effect this has is up to the player.

Rosemary's smirk widened and bared several inhumanly sharp teeth from under the corner of her mouth. The woman was powerful, indeed, but showed no resistance to her influence at all. Or maybe, she didn't want to resist? Whichever the case, the stranger turned and fired a salvo of ki blasts at the crowd, herself included.

The cacophony of voices only grew more chaotic and angry in the following moments, as soldiers on their leave defended the women, children, and elderly with their bodies. Many tails came unfurled, and others were wrapped up securely in a show of aggression to come. The hybrid herself had barely moved, though remembering the weakness Vocado had revealed in her usual tactics, had done something new to avoid being harmed:

When her body became smoke in the face of such an attack, each ball of sizzling energy was absorbed by the dark curtain and consumed, rather than be allowed to pass through and hit the wall behind her.

Good~ But, now what?

She taunted the woman telepathically, punctuating her words with a silent chuckle as her body reformed from the smoke underneath the awning. Before there was any chance to speak aloud, the crowd roared and rushed towards the stranger standing atop her box, ready to tear her apart in retaliation. Yes, the fire had been lit, and she was enjoying every moment of it!

An audible chuckle fought its way out of the hybrid while she watched on at the brawl that had broken out in the street. Saiyans didn't typically defend their own, but from the bits and pieces she was picking up, many in the crowd were assuming the woman to be of another race entirely. An Earthling, perhaps, or something else in disguise as one of them for just this purpose.

Rosemary still wasn't quite sure, of anything except how fun this was becoming.

You might want to worry more about what happens when they get their hands on you.

Her telepathic voice continued to taunt the tailless stranger, as she watched the more experienced men in the crowd gather together and assume an aggressive stance each. Just as the fuchsia ball was about to land on the street, various beams rose from angered hands to clash against it. They put up a hell of a fight, too. For just a moment or two, the descending ball had been stopped, but the nameless grunts had no real way of fighting back against such a skilled invader. The clash of so many energies could only end in one way, and Rosemary blinked casually as the explosion shook the ground and toppled many of the fighters to their backs and knees.

So close~

She chuckled within the stranger's mind.

The brief pause int he fighting gave her time to think more about what was happening; time well spent by the amused hybrid. The woman was doing an awful lot of warning, and even more justifying her own actions. None of it seemed to suggest she was a Saiyan, or at least, not born of Vegeta or Plant. Her suspicions were strengthened further when the woman took a hostage, rather than simply kill any of the soldiers who were far weaker than she.

"Stand down." At last, Rosemary spoke with a voice both real and telepathic, a trick she was growing accustomed to performing in her casual form. Albeit regretfully, several of the soldiers dropped their arms and parted so that she could pass, though she did still have to shove a few out of her way as she approached through the crowd. "She doesn't want to hurt anyone." She smirked, baring a few inhumanly sharp teeth in the process.

"You're not from around here, are you?" She ceased to invade the stranger's mind, and allowed her voice to carry itself over the clamor of the crowd. "Let the boy go, and let's have a little chat, okay?" As though to punctuate her command, the boy who had been caught by the throat continued to thrash helplessly against his stronger foe, beads of moisture accumulating in his eyes as he felt the pressure on his windpipe begin to cut off his ability to breathe.

Rosemary's eyes watched carefully as the stranger tossed the boy aside, and a small bit of relief actually entered her mind as he scrambled away. A few of the soldiers prepared to attack the stranger again, but after a quick telepathic threat, they were left with a few confused looks and naught much else.

"Well, to start, a native would know better than to pull your little stunt." The hybrid chuckled at the stranger's expense, and turned to walk away from the middle of the street. She gestured for the woman to follow her, albeit lazily. "Though I'd imagine "don't stand in the street" is a good rule to follow no matter where you are. Come over here. It's quieter." She wouldn't wait for the woman to start following, but neither did she walk very far away. She was more than happy to step aside into an alleyway, where she could rest under the cover of the roof and hide away from the worst of the sun.

"See how much better that feels?" She taunted a little more as she got comfortable in the shade, leaning a bit with her shoulder against the wall. "So, what were you expecting to happen, exactly? You wanted something from the crowd. You selling space ship insurance, or something?" Her snide comment was followed by a brief chuckle.

"This is Sadala, sweetie." Rosemary interjected her comment following the stranger's complaint that everyone had ganged up on her. "If we don't like you, we make it well known." Her mind briefly turned to the asshole who had demanded that the stranger take her top off before everything went south. "The opposite is also true." Another chuckle broke before she let the stranger continue her explanation.

"Well, to start, I live here." The hybrid answered matter of factly when the woman had finished her explanation enough to ask some questions of her own. "Born and bred, pure Vegetan muscle." She paused. "Okay, not pure, but you get the idea." Again, she chuckled, sending her tail shaking alongside her shoulders. Street brawls, no matter how brief, did tend to put her in a better mood more often than not. In fact, she wasn't entirely sure how much the muscle comment was even true any more...

"So, why a concert, exactly?" It didn't take long for her to turn her attention back to the stranger and her mistake with good intentions. "Most Saiyans are pretty simple, especially these." She gestured to the slums all around them. "Bring them food or put on a good show, maybe lose a few teeth in the process, and they're pretty happy by the end of it." As though her point wasn't how childish some Saiyans could be in their simplicity, she leaned in a little closer with wide eyes. "Is your singing that good?"