Shroom Plan Big [Conquest]

Ryuseki and Shem had been traveling along the Outer Plait for a while now, looking for jobs as hired hands. "All work and no play makes Ryuseki Baltimore a dull boy," the Gemoonian said out loud to his best friend. "I hear ya pal," Shem responded. They had been posting signs all over bars and taverns, as well as inns and settlements. It was time to let it be known that they were the future of Namek and they were going to make a name for themselves.

After walking for a while, they had no idea where they were. The Outer Plait was dangerous, definitely a place where you had to look over your shoulder -- so it was important they stayed ontop of their surroundings at all times so nobody could get the jump on them.

"Where the fuck are we, Shem-dog?" Ryuseki asked.

"I've got no idea Sek, I think we've officially reached the middle of nowhere," the wolf responded. "Hold on a minute...I'm sensing something. I think...I think Ricu and Lebu are nearby," he continued.

"Dude, my scouter is picking it up right now...I think you're right," Baltimore replied.

Ryuseki put Shem on his back and flew towards the scouter reading. After flying for a little while, they found themselves in front of some castle ruins. "This place is dangerous," Shem said. "I better take on my bipedal Inugami form," he continued.

"Are you sure? That's a lot of energy consumption, Shem," Ryuseki replied.

"I don't want a repeat of what happened back on Earth," the wolf said. Glowing black, he howled and began to concentrate his ki, before transforming into a full fledged humanoid demon. He had a very low haircut, fair-olive skin and was dressed like a fashionable gothic warrior.

Right on cue -- Lebu, Ricu and Shroom were outside, looking at plans for renovation. Their new cat from the escapades on Yual was also right there.

Shem barked as they walked up to the group, then remembered he was in Inugami form. "Yo," he said instead.

"Look who it is," Ryuseki said. He was wondering if the troupe needed any help protecting the new investment during construction. Any opportunity to get paid was a good one. Plus, once the castle was done, it could be a place to party and blow off some steam finally. The Gemoonian was overdue for a party. In that moment, a demon and her daughter also walked up to the scene.

"Some place, innit?" A blast of uncontrolled wind rippled through the area as Amara stopped short, standing beside Zerori and squinting up at the desecrated castle with a curious lip pucker. "I'd thought spending some time on the planet known for peace and having an undefeated defense force would deter any knuckleheads from pulling chicanery." When the common denominator was Amara existing in the general vicinity, it suspiciously stacked her up as a trouble magnet. "Long time no see, by the by. You definitely-" She stole a side glance toward the eyepatch-toting burned sword-wielding Demon (Devil, if you were Jinx) "-Changed. Got a real antihero vibe from you." The hybrid would move to tousle the girl's hair playfully if allowed (probably to her chagrin).

"Zriacha." Amara tipped her nonexistent hat, eyes sliding over to the roundtable of weirdos overseeing... whatever it was they were doing here. She caught the tail of end of talk - rooms, renovations, all on behalf of some cloaked Namekian. "Hey fellas. Sorry to burst your bubbles, but this whole castle project? Probably a no-go!" Having masterfully lost against Terium, Amara had spent most of her time lazing about with Dion and watching the matches progress. Nero and his fiance were both entrants and while they initially hopped to action when some strange magical activity had been detected far into Mazoku territory, Amara offered to scout it out first. Not like she was doing anything besides... private stuff.

"As far as I know, this is supposed ta be a general public monument and whatnot - not personal living quarters for a handful of randoms. At least that's the general gist I understood from Nero. You know him, right? Guru?" She hoped to make this situation quick and easy by invoking the guardian's name. Amara had no personal qualms about Shroom and his lackeys fixing up a dilapidated pile of rubble and its surrounding town, but her mission was VERY clear: keep anyone from messing with Namek and/or changing it. "You can probably try and bring your case to him, though. Mr. Namek himself is a nice fella." The woman stole a quick look at the other two dudes present, under the impression they worked for Shroom like Jax did.

Today had started out a pretty chill one for Pankaa and he'd even taken to cruising around the place he'd first hatched as an egg in the Outer Plaits up atop his pumpkin orange nimbus but he knew that rather chill day wouldn't last much longer once he felt his older brother Nero's presence within his mind-- Telepathy! He had mentioned something quickly about there being trouble going on here in the Outer Plait or more specifically, at the Castle Ruins. The Avali thought it was... Quite the odd place for anyone to start trouble at but Nero was never one to lie or joke about that kind of thing so it must've been serious enough to reach out.

Sure enough his older brother soon elaborated a little further just as the Avali had guided his Jack-o-Nimbus towards the old castle ruins, heading in for where he saw his brother land just moments ago. Nero pointed out that the perpetrator was a Namekian he'd warned about before who was known for using mind control tactics on others. Hearing this made the boy scrunch up his nose in disgust-- Having been a victim to similar before in the past the last thing he wanted to see was similar happen to other people especially the people who lived on and helped keep Namek safe.

Reaching the scene shortly after Nero had Pankaa too would jump down from his own Nimbus, his Avali arm wings catching his fall and breaking it into a sort of glide until he reached the ground just behind his bigger brother. There already seemed to be a couple of other people here and the Avali's four large ears were on high alert to listen out for any others too. For now though he'd stand as tall as his short Avali size would allow for and back up Nero by standing in his shadow.

Hopefully this Namekian saw enough sense to back down from what they were doing and maybe just built their plans someplace better? He honestly couldn't imagine how much more this build would cost the guy given the structural integrity of the castle as it was right now, honestly it'd of been much wiser to just build his own place from scratch someplace nearby even, not to mention he at least then wouldn't be defacing sacred land and it'd save him more time. Pankaa couldn't hope to understand the mind of someone who thought it was cool to mind control others though he supposed.

Whatever reaction Zerori expected after attempting to scratch the little cat wasn’t anything close to what she got as the cloaked figure hesitated for only a moment before rushing away and begging her not to… what hit the animal?! Caught completely off guard, Zerori would merely cock her head in an almost concerned manner for the figure before he seemed to regain his own composure. It was an odd but painfully familiar sight and one that made the Demon woman question the reaction before the other Satyr man would recapture her attention. Yet… not nearly as much as he’d captured her mother’s attention.

Thoroughly flattered by Labu (Labu Jax, at that) Zriracha would give a soft ‘oh’ at the dazzling display of chivalry as Jax kissed the back of her hand. She could clearly hear the reverberations of souls that screamed for release as he spoke and it was so dastardly charming that the woman would find herself almost completely disarmed by him. Zerori, on the other hand, would look upon the exchange with disgust - not at all surprised by the exchange but DEFINITELY bothered by how disgustingly sweet it was. Zerori was the first of the two to speak, barking out with impatience, “Zerori of Chakkapak,” Before she pointedly glanced at where he’d placed his hands and growled lowly in the back of her throat. As always, she was fiercely protective of her mother.

Zriracha on the other hand seemed unconcerned and didn’t even tease Zerori for her clear agitation. Instead of the typically teasing rebuffs that her mother was known for, the Satyr woman seemed to not even acknowledge her daughter’s existence as she seemed completely focused on Labu. “Zriracha… of clan Chakkapak. The pleasure is all mine,” She smiled widely, her red eyes almost a-glaze in a haze with the dangerous Demon. Oh, how many years had it been since she’d seen another so similar to her own kind? She listened to his passionate adulations and, seemingly without thought, agreed with them! “My, my - what a sentiment~ Of course; that is what any great Demon should aspire to!”

From the side, Zerori’s eye would widen at that, realizing that something very very wrong. Having already arrived but not noticed them at that exact moment, Zerori would glance at Ryuseki and Shem but she would lack any enthusiasm as she’d simply tip her chin upward in their direction before she returned to glaring at Lebu.

As if summoned, Amara, Nero, and quite a few others would seem to arrive just on time as Zerori would hear a voice in her head just before he landed. Once she’d gotten the message and had even FELT an invasive presence mere moments later, Zerori would firmly raise her guard against any invasion and glare darkly in Shroom’s direction. In any other circumstance, Zerori would have literally stuck to Amara’s side like glue in elation at seeing her again after so long, but to the Tuffle woman’s amicable attempt to tease and ruffle her hair, Zerori simply bring a hand up calmly to stop her by grabbing her wrist and give a grunt with her one visible steely red eye firmly planted on Labu as she grumbled in acknowledgement to her friend, “Yeah… It has.” She'd release Amara's wrist a moment later but it would hopefully be painfully obvious... Clearly. Zerori was not happy with what she was learning from Nero’s telepathic message and her mother’s uncharacteristic behavior.

With her temper held together by nary a string, Zerori had observed silently with the eye of a hawk as the Shinjin she’d spied above had created an appealing nightclub of sorts - likely with the use of magic - and the defense of some Mazoku that Zerori would have been grateful to see soon led into a VERY unwanted approach from Labu as he attempted to swing an arm over not just her mother’s shoulders (who CONTINUED to grossly give him fluttery eyes) but Zerori as well.

As expected. It did not… go well.

“No - the fuck - you will not.” Zerori would then snarl, her power starting to rise gradually as she used every bit of her five foot and ten inches to dodge Lebu’s arm and immediately get in his face to darkly threaten. Her cloak, the only article of clothing keeping her power back, would be violently thrown to the ground as her eye brightened like a neon light and her fangs elongated a bit. “Whatever the fuck your, uh… ’Lord’ is doing to my mother. Stop it. Now. Get your filthy hands off her before I break ‘em off of her.”

Below both Zerori and Lebu’s feet, nose to nose the ground would begin to sizzle as his own burning hooves and her crackling black and red energy began to combatively clash. Out of everything happening, and the world could be burning around her - this was all Zerori could see.

When Terium sensed Kabe approaching him, he moved, not wanting his cover to be ruined so soon by some unknowing individual. Was he angry at the individual for unknowingly almost messing up his cover? No, after all, if the Wyrm were to detect something curious, then he too would've investigated. He first made a portal in the path where Kabe was digging, specifically set in such a way that Kabe would end up digging right into it, and had it set so that the other end would be somewhere under the castle pointed downward to lead into the dungeon so he could have more time to think, unknown to him he just so happened to have it set so that Kabe would end up digging into a jail cell that just so happened to have a long-dead prisoner sitting upon an ancient seat.

Terium used a portal to get himself to the other side of the area, closing it behind him. Terium didn't want to go and just see Shroom again, mainly because he was concerned that the sight of him would tick the part of his brain that sees Shroom as a threat to his mind and set him into a murderous rage again. As such he's merely waiting until he's in a situation where he can better control and focus said rage so as not to harm any potential allies.

Terium did notice Amara's presence, making him wonder if he could get into contact with her somehow without being noticed by anyone else, as he didn't wish to cause any panic with his appearance. But how to do so...'hmm...perhaps that could work? No, no, without being able to see her it'd be too difficult to set a portal in that way. How frustrating.' he thought to himself as he used his senses to further observe the situation as much as he could. He detected one of the people there powering up for whatever reason, will there be battle-no, he sensed the power signature change locations.

He then checked on the signatures that felt similar to one another and detected what could be a potential conflict beginning, but nothing concrete yet. He inwardly cursed as he could not figure out what to do in this situation due to his current position. It was rather aggravating and he was beginning to become more and more impatient. He wants Shroom brought down and captured for the Empire, yet find himself in an odd position where he can't properly plan things out, which basically means...he's going to have to...wing it...which is frustrating in its own way. So he starts going up, and pokes his head out of the ground likely to get a better look at the castle ruins in the distance, sure he might get noticed, but he's far enough away that at least he hopefully won't get noticed by anyone hostile to him.


WC: 488

Terium's starting to become impatient at the lack of things going on. But he still holds firm with his current strategy which is waiting for the right opportunity, however this may not last much longer. I edited a bit to better fit changes that have been made in the rules, so now he can get potentially noticed.

Anti-Sense On

KP: 6/6

MP: 0/6

PL: 40,000

TWC: 746