Oh hell, who was he kidding. His whole life was about his past. His fiery passion was because of it. Fueled by a desire to be better than those who came before. That flame was what brought him as far as he'd gotten, but how much farther could it go? That fire was dying out. Quenched by the news of Azoth's death.
The question became whether it would burn brighter, or be replaced. There was drive within him, but where to place it was a complete mystery.
So here he was. Deep in the jungles of the lagoon. The acid pits that pocketed the landscape gave his mind enough to worry about that he couldn't spiral into self-doubt, but the memories that came from this place made it hard to stay on the proper path all the same. With a particularly rough leap, he bounded over a felled tree, and tumbled into a crater.
This was an old landing spot. Rusted machinery dotted the hole, emblazoned with an insignia scuffed by acid rain and stray beasts. Even so, Vocado recognized it immediately. This was Kabe's pod. He'd arrived.
Now that he was here, though, he realized he didn't actually know why he'd come this far out. He thought seeing the thing would bring memories rushing back. Give him some sense of nostalgia. But instead it made him feel painfully empty. This was one of the last times he saw Pitt, and the only time he ever had a meaningful conversation with Kabe.
For a while, Vocado sat among the ruins, using a dome-shaped bit of rubble as a chair whilst he kicked rocks back and forth. Something would give him spark soon enough.
Thread PL: 53,250
Items: Arm Blaster, Armor Lining, Dyno Capsule, Scouter
Post by Zerori and Zriracha on Jan 26, 2022 8:17:35 GMT -5
Zerori Thread PL: 50,000
After her returning from her trip back home (Hell) to get some much needed ‘down time’, Zerori had come back through the portals that she was getting pretty damn good at controlling. It had nearly been a year since she’d begun her journey to the mortal realm and when she’d first started fucking around with her portals she was just, quite frankly, a mess about it. Now, casually walking through the vortex as if it was an extension of herself was like night and day. She couldn’t say she was completely self-aware of her own development, but she could finally do all the cool moves she’d dreamed of with her own powers!
However, not long after returning home, the itch to create hadn’t abated in the least. She’d gotten some much needed frustration out but that wasn’t all she felt after the damn war that really turned everything she believed in on it’s head. With a groan at the memory that was dredged up, Zerori called out to her mother before deciding to go explore and see if she could find more parts from the defunct Tuffle ruins, “Don’t wait up! Headin’ out!” Without waiting for a response, Zerori was gone.
To alleviate her anxiety, Zerori only used her magic a little to just run really fast - using her momentum to bounce, flip and somersault over various obstacles in her way. At one point, she’d even vaulted over a rather nasty pit of acid that had her give a whistle, “Damn, that was a close call…”
It was that moment of pause that had Zerori’s ear keenly pick up the sound of shuffling somewhere nearby. Then the ping of a power that was very close to her own. A familiar one. Once she’d recognized it, her ears would lower a little in annoyance, I just HAD to run into this guy, huh? Cautiously, though she didn’t bother to hide her own power, Zerori would follow Vocado’s energy until she parted a rather large wall of vegetation to reveal an old crater that had plenty of years to become an obscure reminder. She cocked an eyebrow at the figure sitting on a piece of what she assumed was rubble, hardly able to recognize him when he wasn’t a giant hulking ape and contemplating whether she should intrude or just leave.
Fuck it, I don’t owe him shit, She decided, shrugging to herself before she called out.
“That you, Wolfman? You look different.” She dryly started, using this moment to use what she could see as a means to make a conversation, “You’re lookin’ all sentimental and like a sad kicked puppy and it’s, uh…” She grimaced, “Weird. Whatcha doin’ here?” She wasn’t used to seeing him as the humanoid figure - especially since she’d only seen him once and it HADN’T been a pleasant fight.
"...Damn it." Almyra should've been happy. The war was nigh over, the Vegetans had essentially won, and her siblings' lives were finally avenged. All she felt was bitter. Bitter that she was relegated to the sidelines while her weaker subordinates risked their lives, bitter that the slimy Arcosians had attacked their capital filled with CIVILLAINS. Where had all the honor in war gone? The Saiyan had left her scouter at the temporary field barracks with no official buildings to return to since Sadala's military sector had been trashed. She had been part of the sixth legion, closer to the flanks and away from the bulk of the action. With the battle going as well as it was, Taori's issued fallback made sense. The capital and the people there NEEDED help and strength to get them back on their feet, but that didn't mean Almyra emotionally liked it.
Unsurprisingly, there wasn't much a bunch of soldiers could do in repairing the extensive damage done to the city. Forced on disaster relief without knowing the proper outcome of the final battle was a bitter sting. Almyra nevertheless continued to lead her squadron through the mess, clearing away rubble and organizing rations distribution for the citizens there. Having been awake and on duty for nigh three days straight, though, the woman's commanding officer had ORDERED her to take a break from military duty. Unable to sleep or really relax in a bombed-out home, her journey to the Saiba pits was twofold: possibly finding a monster to blast and to mourn. Her family, her comrades, had died here before. The exact location was unknown, the corpses never recovered, so Almyra had designated the general area as their resting spot.
Oblivious to any Saiyany power levels nearby, she'd trudge around the various pits of bubbling acid and crumbling earthy dirt, stopping at the edge of a vast cliff overlooking a pool of the green liquid. Sighing, she'd swing her legs over the edge, staring off into the distance and contemplating what was to come next. Taori, if he was a true Saiyan, would follow through with wishing to punish the Arcosians. One war ends, and another begins. "And I'm still nothing more than a grunt..." It wasn't for lack of effort or drive. Almyra was dedicated to her training, but not every Saiyan warrior was destined for greatness.
The feeling of warm solitude was interrupted by the wild rustling of underbrush and toppling of loose stone, followed shortly after by a feminine voice calling from further in, indiscernible from her position. With a small amount of caution, the Saiyan would push her way through the thick flora, enough to make an audible indication of her arrival and just in time for her to have missed anything the two were potentially talking about. Her suspicions faded at the sight of two tailed strangers, even if one of them was dressed a bit strange compared to a regular Sadala resident. "Didn't mean to intrude. Hear some people nearby and figured I might as well investigate; it isn't very common for many to be out all this way in the wastes."
Vocado jumped instinctually at the sound of a voice. His attention was so unfocused that the young girl had gotten the drop on him. Her strength should’ve been easy to detect, and judging by the fact that his scouter was actively beeping on his face as he looked her over, it was clear that he’d zoned out the warning sound too.
”Jeez kid! You got any manners? Don’t you know it’s impolite to interrupt a guy who’s sulking?” Her comment confused him at first, but it soon became clear who it was he was talking to. It was that runt he fought in the ruins! Blizzard was there, too. How’d she survive that encounter?
Whatever. Waving his hand dismissively, he sat back down. ”Sorry, I’m not in the mood to fight this time. You wanna throw down? Go find a saiba thing to gut. I’ve got a lot on my mind.”
He rolled his eyes. Was that another one?
This one was an adult at least, but still what was with the intrusion? Part of why he came out here was for the seclusion, and this is what he got instead.
Groaning, he stood up. ”You didn’t miss much, soldier. Just lamenting my lack of drive.” His arms came up over his head, crossing behind his neck. If he was going to be accosted, he might as well use these two as walking therapy boxes. ”With the war kinda-sorta ending, and Emperor Azoth allegedly killed, I’ve got nothing to fight for anymore. Not yet, anyways.” His thoughts drifted to Azuki and Blizzard. Those bastards. He’d gut them both one day… Or he would, if he had the momentum.
”Brother’s dead, best friend’s dead, my squad is dead or retired, and my other best friend got himself a fancy crown. Kinda feels like I’m just waiting to die too.”
Post by Zerori and Zriracha on Jan 27, 2022 0:03:29 GMT -5
Getting yelled at wasn’t exactly what Zerori was expecting and she had some words on the tip of her tongue that were just itching to be thrown in Vocado’s direction, but for a moment, Zerori just stood there with her mouth open before quickly closing it and scoffing, Fine. Whatever. I probably deserved that for the underhanded attack I did the last time we fought, She relented, decided not to take his dumb offer of an out and instead decided to approach.
“Well, good thing I ain’t here for a fight. I’m here for parts and you’re sittin’ on ‘em. But… eh,” She eyed the rather useless scrap, “-they don’t really look like they’d be useful anyway,” A few paces into the crater that Vocado sat in, however, had Zerori stop to focus her ears picking up the sound of someone approaching. She turned around to see someone else had noticed Vocado’s presence and cocked her head at them. A Saiyan lady, by the look of her armor, but she didn’t look like she was here to arrest anyone or be an asshole like some of the Saiyans she’d met back at the capital.
Vocado sounded nicer to them, addressing them as a soldier too, so Zerori could assume he was probably a soldier in the Saiyan army. It was the mention of the war that had Zerori shifting nervously from leg to leg, swallowing harshly to keep from saying anything when Azoth’s alleged death was brought up. She didn’t like thinking about it, even less that she was in the presence of two soldiers that would have definitely been on Taori’s side of the war. ‘Enemies’ technically but Zerori quickly snuffed that kind of mindset out of her head. She’d abandoned the Tuffles because she cared more about the people that mattered to her.
And it sounded like Vocado didn’t really have anyone anymore. Awkwardly, she shared an uncertain glance with the lady that had arrived in the hopes that she’d have something to say because Zerori was pretty much at a loss.
“U-Uhm,” She started, out of her element, “I’m sorry? I got the vibe that you’re kinda wild, but… I thought that was what Saiyans thrived on.” She let herself fall onto her butt, the dirt beneath her making her slide down a little bit under she settled. The way Vocado spoke, though, uncomfortably reminded her of one of her best friend’s own life experiences and that was a bit too deep for when it came to a stranger.
It wasn't said aloud, but Almyra could read the room well enough to tell when she was intruding. The woman's arms crossed, eyes flitting between the male Saiyan and the female... half-Saiyan? Her outfit and defining features definitely didn't seem to point her towards being a full-blood. Not that it really mattered to Almyra - Hell, she didn't even hate Tuffles. "You even from around here, kid? Don't really seem to be a native to me, but it's hard to tell nowadays with all the weird shit happening at the capital." Whatever the case, they clearly weren't ready for the existential bombshell the older Saiyan was dropping. Almyra, however, had heard it before from many men just like him. A lot of folks liked to think Saiyans were unstoppable savages fueled only by a lust for battle... but they were people too. People with families and emotions.
She'd turn to Vocado, giving the man a curt nod: "I'd like to believe I understand. I come out here plenty just to think sometimes. Ending the war has been the goal of my family, my siblings since we were born. Now they're dead, and it's ending. What should be a happy moment feels hollow." Bending over, the Saiyan would heft a palm-sized rock before tossing it towards the acid lake. The stone skipped a few times before sinking into the acrid bubbling substance with a distinctive hiss. "And whenever I feel like my motivation is gone, I remind myself what I fight for. Vegeta, and myself. There's no such thing as a 'good dead' Saiyan, I'd wager."
She'd fall silent for a moment again, yellow eyes closing. "Sorry. I'm not the best at motivational speeches or anything, and I know it probably sounds like a pile of crap anyway. Main thing I'm trying to say is there'll always be reasons to go on. If not for yourself, then for others. For the ones that came before and those that will come after. Probably didn't need or want some random Saiyan to tell you that, though." Provided that Vocado didn't explicitly tell her to bugger off, Almyra would move a bit closer to the edge of the lake, glancing at the strange pod wedged within.
Vocado sat back down, wedging himself between the pod and the curved wall of the crater as a makeshift reverse-hammock. Zerori's words were... Annoying. Prejudiced in all the wrong ways, and a little confusing. Wasn't she part Saiyan, too? It made no sense. She'd know just as much as her peers that the locals weren't their stereotypes. Whatever.
He found kinship, strangely enough, in Almyra. Her words were far from sage advice, but something about them was so familiar. He spoke those words himself once. Tried to rouse Kalabas out of his depressive episode. Back then, Vocado was called a child for the sentiment. Maybe he'd react similarly.
All he could muster was a chuckle.
He started with a chuckle, anyways. It erupted into a guffaw, and then gut-busting laughter. He wiped a tear from his eye, and sniffled. It was happy tears. Nodding, he shot up onto his feet, and nodded again. "You remind me of someone I knew. Funny how life works, I guess."
Lifting his leg, he slammed it on top of one of the loose chunks of destroyed pod, flipping it into the air! He caught the stray piece as it flew, tucking it under his arm.
"Can't say you fixed it, but I feel better now. Thanks, soldier."
He ripped the pod in half, and then the halves in half, producing a cluster of half-domed bubbles. With a flick, he tossed one into the lake, and hopped aboard. "You guys ever go acid surfing? Me and Pitt used to do it all the time on our days off! Great for reflex training, cuz these things don't last very long!" His energy pulsed, and the makeshift pod-board propelled forward slowly. Acid sizzled underfoot, but the thick material helped it survive... For now.
Post by Zerori and Zriracha on Jan 30, 2022 2:41:12 GMT -5
She really didn’t want to admit it but the way Vocado had looked at her after she’d REALLY tried to at least sound like she cared about his issues, followed up by the Saiyan lady basically questioning whether she was a native had shame eat at her. It didn’t even feel like she SHOULD have felt the shame but whatever indignant offense she felt was quickly pushed aside as she huffed through her nose. She waited until the lady had finished speaking, an awkward lull in between as even she didn’t think she was that good at motivational speeches. With a scoff of laughter, Zerori brought her arms up and behind her head, “Better than me!” She didn’t want to ruin the moment that seemed to actually work at bring Vocado’s mood up, so she kept the answer to their question to herself.
That was, until Vocado had suggested that they acid surfing which had Zerori’s tail perk up immediately. The brief mention of Pitt felt familiar to her but... given he said he mentioned so many people close to him being dead - it wasn't a good idea to bring him up.
She leaned up from the grass, looking at Vocado with an almost comical amount of stars in her eyes, “Yes.” She didn’t even really know what it was but with all the acid pits that surrounded her temporary home on Plant, it would be nice to have another activity to use them for besides throwing random shit into the pits to see them melt away! She took up a piece that Vocado had split and excitedly threw hers into the lake.
Briefly, she watched him to see how he made the actual ‘surfing’ part happen and muttered, ‘oh shit’, before she hopped onto it - nearly falling into the acid a beat later before recovering with her arms out. “Phew,” She sighed in relief before looking over at Almyra and laughing, “C’mon, let’s race or something! First one to fall in has to do a dare!”
Zerori ignored the feeling of maybe… trying a little too hard to have fun with a bunch of strangers but after her shameful fuck up, it was the only thing she could think of to try and ‘be’ a Saiyan. Honestly, this was right up the alley of being a Demon too! With a wave of her hand, Zerori materialized an oddly put-together fan that looked WAY too big in her hands, comprised of little more than odds and ends. With a flip of a switch, however, the terroristic teen was off like a bullet and literally making waves with a loud holler of excitement.
"Well. You know what they say. All us Saiyans are alike." It was said with a slightly bemused inflection as if Almyra didn't necessarily disagree with the statement. "Unfortunately for you and every other Saiyan out there, one good speech isn't all it takes to fix crap like that. We're good at handling physical stuff... not so much the emotional stuff." It was a problem only accentuated by the overreliance on posturing and strength in Vegetan culture, which was a flaw that even Almyra could admit. Saiyan pride and strength were valued, and if only they could accept and FIX what flaws they did have, they'd all be better for it. The silence of the strange Saiyan didn't go unnoticed, mainly when Almyra's question hung in the open air, pushed aside by Vocado's renewed vigor.
The soldier glanced over at Zerori with a curious glance. It was clear that Almyra wasn't entirely sure or trusting of the girl's origins, but it lacked clear malicious feelings or intent. "Surfing?" The pools weren't terribly lethal to someone of Almyra's caliber, and since she was pretty generic as far as Saiyans came, it was safe to assume the strangers were in the same boat. Getting coated in the stuff would still sting like Hell and had a nasty tendency to eat through the stretchy strap parts of battle armor, though. Seeing Vocado yank the door off the nearby pod and, as the name implied, skim across the surface of the lake with it was a sight to behold. The other girl had quickly hopped on the bandwagon, another chunk of the rusty pod disappearing to be used underfoot as a VERY temporary pad.
Almyra glanced at the forsaken vehicle, shrugging. It wasn't like she had anything better to do at the moment. However, unlike her predecessors, the soldier wouldn't go to the pod and physically rip any more off. With an outstretched hand, a few seconds of concentration, the metallic alloy making up the space pod's shell came loose, snaking across the ground in a liquid fashion and pooling at her feet. The metal re-arranged itself into a typical board shape with a small hand gesture, Almyra kicking it into the acid and hopping aboard. "I wouldn't bet too much against me," The woman said wryly, deftly skidding around the surface of the acid pit. "Something tells me it wouldn't go well."
Almyra makes use of Ferrokinesis (UT)
Last Edit: Jan 31, 2022 23:37:52 GMT -5 by Deleted
Vocado lapped one of the smaller islands of the lake, watching as the other two collected their pod-boards and followed suit. Almyra’s use of some strange magic of kinetic ability gave the Saiyan some pause, but he opted not to comment on it.
”You two wanna race, then be my guest. I’m just enjoying the waves for now.”
A hiss, then a pop. Something under him just broke. He had a minute at most before the thing tore open from under him.
”The trick to acid surfing isn’t speed, it’s patience. You gotta work with your board. Use your Ki or whatever. If you don’t protect your board it’ll fizzle up pretty quick.”
Vocado demonstrated. Stopping between the two girls, he closed his eyes, breathing deep as the acid gurgled below. His aura wisped free of his body, flowing down his chest and through his legs to the pod itself. The hissing quieted, if only a little, giving him ample time to continue surfing.
”See? Like that. Just focus and the board survives. It’s like life in war.”
The Saiyan smiled. It was rare that he had a quiet moment these days, but getting to show off his knowledge to others brought him comfort. With how many people he’d lost over the last few months alone, it made him remember why he was chosen to lead the Shredder Corp.
Twirling his board around, he spun in place slowly, eyes locking on Zerori and Almyra as he rotated in their respective directions.
”I don’t think I caught your names. I’m Vocado, Captain of the Shredder Corp. Who the hell are you two supposed to be?”
Post by Zerori and Zriracha on Feb 6, 2022 18:27:15 GMT -5
Zerori laughed, even as her make-shift fan seemed to sputter and struggle, “You can move metal and stuff?! That’s pretty cool!” Gradually, as the fan faltered, the piece of machine Zerori used as a board would begin to sink millimeter by millimeter into the acid. It was only when she looked back at Almyra with a scoff did Zerori start to notice that the ‘board’ was taking on acid and gave a yelp - jumping up into the air and floating with her magic. As the board was lost to the depths of the lake, Zerori would cross her arms and pout, “It wasn’t a very strong board, anyway…” She really should have waited and paid more attention to Vocado’s instructions, looking over at him as he crossed between her and Almyra. With a contemplative look, Zerori brought a hand down and tried to recreate what the piece of ship looked like. She didn’t know anything about it’s alloy or what made it strong so she just opted for something back home.
In the water, a board that looked like the piece Vocado had made floated there but - just like before - had begun to take on the acid. She landed on it, her face a mask of determination as she tried to emulate what Vocado had done with one-track-minded concentration. The red of her aura would glow around her, going down to her board and, by the lack of popping and melting, it appeared to be a success. Still, it took quite a bit to keep her concentration so Zerori decided to just float there on the board instead of race.
Looking up at him, visually straining to keep her concentration, Zerori would answer as best she could, “Zerori, of Chakkapak. You, uh… you guys asked if I was from here but I’m not,” The board wobbled a bit as she turned around, sitting on it as casually as she could. “I’m actually from Hell. A Demon,” She grinned widely, showing off her fangs before finishing, “My Dad was a Saiyan, though. I was actually lookin’ for him before all that mess with… well, a lot of has happened.”
She really needed to work on keeping shit to herself, especially if she wanted to not be attacked on sight. Thankfully, she could mostly focus on keeping her board afloat for now to keep from oversharing - as she usually did.