(After) Life Sentence

Rosemary enters with 64,380 Pl and her Dark Nimbus.

Now this, this was something new. Or rather, this was somewhere new. For all the months since she'd awakened from the healing pod, Rosemary had spent every sleeping night wandering the land called Otherworld, but always the lower regions of Hell. She had learned much during this time, and had met several of the denizens of this world. However, she'd always been content to explore the land that better called out to her spirit, and had never tried to venture out and into the rest of the deathly dimension.

That had all changed, though. In an effort to see what else this world contained than brutish ogres and the ghosts they were charged with containing, the hybrid occupying the lands of both life and death had managed to transcend the realm of the dead and found herself somewhere far more... peaceful. Well, the natives of this land called it peaceful, at least. For whatever reason, it made her skin damn near crawl with the feeling that something was wrong here. There was no... no...

Conflict. There was nothing to get the heart pumping in this place. No reason to feel excitement.

Still, Rosemary wished to explore, so explore she did. Dressed in the oversized white shirt imprinted in bold red letters that read H E L L across her back and front, she walked for what felt like days across a sprawling city filled with everything that the heart could ever want; everything except the drive to attain it for oneself and the fight that stood in the way. It was a very curious place, when she stopped to think about it. What was described to her as Heaven felt so much more like hell than Hell itself!

However many days into her trek, she did come across something that truly interested her. The hybrid's eyes shone with a deep and sinister red, opening up her knowledge to the origins of the many souls that surrounded her in this city of empty desires. There were souls from all walks of life here, from all sorts of planets, but for whatever reason, that single individual was the only Saiyan she had yet to come across.

If one could call the Tuffle-halfling that, of course.

"Of course, the only Saiyan I see in this place has Tuffle blood." Rosemary chuckled aloud, having almost forgotten to keep her thoughts to herself after so long spent brewing in them all alone. She had come to a stop several feet behind the woman and her bench, her bare toes quite enjoying the feel of the soft grass between them and her tail staying low with practiced modesty for the infernal outfit she always seemed to appear in.

Rosemary is making use of Devil's Sight to gleam information from the many souls of Heaven, including Amara herself.

Utility || Devil's Sight
An advanced form of Dark One's Sight. In addition to the previous abilities, Rosemary gleams more details from the soul and energy of an individual. She can further differentiate the species one individual belongs to, as well as a mixture of multiple, such as those found in hybrids and bio-androids. Likewise, she can also parse the origins of a particular source of magic, such as whether it belongs to a denizen of Hell, Heaven, or a mortal creature.

"Don't worry. Nothing of the sort." Another brief laugh was joined by the hybrid's change of posture, placing her hand on her hip as she looked the spirit over. She certainly didn't recognize her, whoever she was, but the spirit did know her by her title. She knew her well enough to recognize her at first glance, even! With a casual blink, her eyes ceased to glow and returned to their usual level of malicious and scarlet appearance.

"I'm only a visitor today, come for my own little respite away from the war." She grinned at the unknown woman, an innocent little thing if only it weren't for her own nature that twisted the appearance of such an expression into something far more snide and conniving. "I'm sorry. I can't quite place where I know you. You're not one of my soldiers, obviously. Did Nasu win a battle with a Tuffle general he hasn't told me about?" She tilted her head in idle thought, her slightly-too-large eyes seemingly not finished gleaming whatever information they can from the curious soul.

"I swear, I should have known if there were a Tuffle this strong on Plant, other than Cheri and Yangcong." Her tone was far more calm than anything she'd have spoken back home, and as she walked in a small circle around the spirit, her movements were less calculated and damn near relaxed. Even her tail had joined in on the almost playful attitude, sweeping through the soft grass behind her feet to enjoy the texture that couldn't be found on Plant.