Post by Majin Moire on Mar 4, 2023 18:23:26 GMT -5
PL: 64,000 | Items: N/A
After finally getting some distance away from the namekians, Moire makes her way deeper into the Shrine of Porunga she had helped attack not too long ago. It was exceptionally risky coming back here after she was one of the people trying to distract the defenders of Namek as Marrow made off with the artifacts, but that wasn't how things turned out. Normally she'd be far away from this place as possible, but there was one thing she was looking for in particular, something she lost during the skirmish that occurred between herself and that damned heran: Her arm.
She succeeded in recovering her leg, and yet her arm eludes her, the majin searching in just about every nook and cranny she could find in search of her missing appendage. She could just create a new arm, but in her current state it would take too much energy than she would care to expend. Moire is thankful that nobody else appears to be around, as that would only cause greater commotion than what she would desire. She just needs the peace and quiet to just go search for what she's lost. What she's lost... If Moire were to be honest with herself, she's lost far more than just her arm.
The majin had spent so long building up to her eventually vengeance against the shinjin, taken so long planning and strategizing to find the perfect target for her absorption, and yet it all came crashing down. Her pride had been severely damaged, and her faith in her own strength has been greatly wavered. What's more was her faith in those she had instilled trust into, that being the likes of Usumidori, Marrow, and that damn shinjin Eris. Marrow fled the scene the moment things got out of hand, and whatever happened to Usumidori caused here to flee as well, leaving only Moire's own power to contend with the rest of the defenders. Even her mind control wasn't enough to put distance between herself and the rest of namek.
Moire pauses in the shrine for a moment, silently pondering just what she was going to do now as her hand reaches over towards the stump on the other side of her body. Bridges have been burned already, and it seems Namek was far out of her reach now. The question was what she was going to do now? Had she wasted her time chasing a dream that's nigh unachievable? The questions danced around in her mind since the dream's inception, but now they were louder than ever before. What was she to do now? Purple steam slowly emanates from the pores of her body as her frustration continues to build, reflecting on the failings of those she placed her trust in before falling back on... herself.
After finally getting some distance away from the namekians, Moire makes her way deeper into the Shrine of Porunga she had helped attack not too long ago. It was exceptionally risky coming back here after she was one of the people trying to distract the defenders of Namek as Marrow made off with the artifacts, but that wasn't how things turned out. Normally she'd be far away from this place as possible, but there was one thing she was looking for in particular, something she lost during the skirmish that occurred between herself and that damned heran: Her arm.
She succeeded in recovering her leg, and yet her arm eludes her, the majin searching in just about every nook and cranny she could find in search of her missing appendage. She could just create a new arm, but in her current state it would take too much energy than she would care to expend. Moire is thankful that nobody else appears to be around, as that would only cause greater commotion than what she would desire. She just needs the peace and quiet to just go search for what she's lost. What she's lost... If Moire were to be honest with herself, she's lost far more than just her arm.
The majin had spent so long building up to her eventually vengeance against the shinjin, taken so long planning and strategizing to find the perfect target for her absorption, and yet it all came crashing down. Her pride had been severely damaged, and her faith in her own strength has been greatly wavered. What's more was her faith in those she had instilled trust into, that being the likes of Usumidori, Marrow, and that damn shinjin Eris. Marrow fled the scene the moment things got out of hand, and whatever happened to Usumidori caused here to flee as well, leaving only Moire's own power to contend with the rest of the defenders. Even her mind control wasn't enough to put distance between herself and the rest of namek.
Moire pauses in the shrine for a moment, silently pondering just what she was going to do now as her hand reaches over towards the stump on the other side of her body. Bridges have been burned already, and it seems Namek was far out of her reach now. The question was what she was going to do now? Had she wasted her time chasing a dream that's nigh unachievable? The questions danced around in her mind since the dream's inception, but now they were louder than ever before. What was she to do now? Purple steam slowly emanates from the pores of her body as her frustration continues to build, reflecting on the failings of those she placed her trust in before falling back on... herself.
PL set to 10,000 to reflect her weakened state
WC: 470
WC: 470