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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2021 9:37:23 GMT -5
Kazam PL: 4355
The grey, hooded Majin looked out over the burning, marred landscape of the Northern Scar, his arms crossed firmly across gaunt, ribbed chest. His pale, almost ghastly-white complexion contrasted heavily with he dark, swirling clouds above, standing out amongst the maelstrom that swirled around him as a stoic, unmoving white. He didn't remember what was said... maybe some stupid joke Liari made about his face, but something made him disappear here for a while, somewhere where he could be in his element. He needn't flood this place with magic for him to see what he was feeling, this piece of Namek, in all its burning, shifting glory, showed him everything he wanted to see: Fire, brimstone, BREAKING and BURNING! He wanted to see stones smashing, the sky darkening, EVERYTHING to smash and crumble beneath his feet! He found his fury, wherever it had come from, stabilize in a place like this... Much like how water likes to move from a wet to a dry place, his rage found an equally angry spot so there was no reason for it to swell within him...
He could just let it reside in his chest without losing control... Let it BURN until he was in a manageable state of mind.
"Hmph." He grunted with a snarl on his lips, SMACKING away a stray rock that flew at his head! He couldn't help but smirk as he felt it splinter on impact with the back of his palm, his steely white eyes watching it fall to pieces. He would raise a hand and the pieces would hold in place before the wind could whip them away, gesturing with a finger to pull them closer to his red-hooded face. With what Liari had said coursing through his mind, the rocks would quickly assemble themselves into a near-perfect replica of the little blue Majin, colors and shapes changing and fusing at his beck-and-call in order to make it so!
In a matter of moments, he held a doll of Liari in his hand, his fingers clenched sight enough to crush. He stared into the silvery eyes of the replica, his anger BOILING...
Before his grip would relax.
Instead he would sigh and roll his eyes, a... tender thought flashing across his mind. He would slip the doll into waistband, thinking that... maybe Liari would enjoy it... T'was a stupid gesture, probably one he'd get thrown back in his face... But maybe... maybe that wouldn't happen too.
"She not even play with dolls..." He grumbled to himself. "She probably think it foolish..."
WC: 425
The grey, hooded Majin looked out over the burning, marred landscape of the Northern Scar, his arms crossed firmly across gaunt, ribbed chest. His pale, almost ghastly-white complexion contrasted heavily with he dark, swirling clouds above, standing out amongst the maelstrom that swirled around him as a stoic, unmoving white. He didn't remember what was said... maybe some stupid joke Liari made about his face, but something made him disappear here for a while, somewhere where he could be in his element. He needn't flood this place with magic for him to see what he was feeling, this piece of Namek, in all its burning, shifting glory, showed him everything he wanted to see: Fire, brimstone, BREAKING and BURNING! He wanted to see stones smashing, the sky darkening, EVERYTHING to smash and crumble beneath his feet! He found his fury, wherever it had come from, stabilize in a place like this... Much like how water likes to move from a wet to a dry place, his rage found an equally angry spot so there was no reason for it to swell within him...
He could just let it reside in his chest without losing control... Let it BURN until he was in a manageable state of mind.
"Hmph." He grunted with a snarl on his lips, SMACKING away a stray rock that flew at his head! He couldn't help but smirk as he felt it splinter on impact with the back of his palm, his steely white eyes watching it fall to pieces. He would raise a hand and the pieces would hold in place before the wind could whip them away, gesturing with a finger to pull them closer to his red-hooded face. With what Liari had said coursing through his mind, the rocks would quickly assemble themselves into a near-perfect replica of the little blue Majin, colors and shapes changing and fusing at his beck-and-call in order to make it so!
In a matter of moments, he held a doll of Liari in his hand, his fingers clenched sight enough to crush. He stared into the silvery eyes of the replica, his anger BOILING...
Before his grip would relax.
Instead he would sigh and roll his eyes, a... tender thought flashing across his mind. He would slip the doll into waistband, thinking that... maybe Liari would enjoy it... T'was a stupid gesture, probably one he'd get thrown back in his face... But maybe... maybe that wouldn't happen too.
"She not even play with dolls..." He grumbled to himself. "She probably think it foolish..."
WC: 425
