Post by Chieftain Sprite Sin'Lair on Jun 19, 2023 16:30:52 GMT -5
“Za, za za, za. No itcha. This a big moment for you, bless da Chief ya? See now, look.” Sprite sneezed into his hands producing a huge slime like mucus that strung from his nostril to his now outstretched fingers.
“Look see ya, this clean, this pure. You knock out bag juju. Something in this place tellin me go, but some tellin Sprite go in more, seen? Ya? Za, za , za, za!” Sprite laughed to himself, the hulking red figure let out bursts of mist from his nostrils with each laugh.
He wiped the mucus from his hands against his knee and then slammed his palm into Jagaimo’s forehead, smearing the mucus against her brow and some of her hair that fell forward, a quick and intentional, yet not forceful application.
“Now, see Sin’Lairi tradition, you friend. You help Da Big Chief, you da big friend, you good.” Sprite bowed and did a little kinda side step dance very enthusiastically, as by design.
“Now Sprite go, drink here bad, full of accidents. Me go back to the Wilds. Konats. More to ask the spirits, good connection there, invite you will come! Za! Za!” Sprite tossed the rest of the mucus off his palm as he flung his hand to the side.
The Heran transformed back into his original appearance, his body shrunk, his complexion lightened back to the deep blue it once was and his hair returned orange. The once hulking beast was now a gigantic troll, still large and intimidating, but just a different color. He shook his hair about and collected some of the adornings that had fallen from his sacred armor.
“Woooo Zaaa!” Sprite held his wounded side and jumped into the air to fly off into the distance.
With each breath the hulking red Heran let out a great gout of steam that fogged the air around him, but despite this he didn't seem to be in the mood to fight anymore, infact all the aggression that he had displayed only moments ago seemed to evaporate with every cloud of steam he exhaled. Whatever was going on the big guy seemed to be pleased with himself, or the outcome...or something to do with his nose by the way he sneezed into his fingers and let the thick snot hang there like foul ropes between his nostrils and hand. He was an odd one and really really difficult to understand sometimes.
The young Saiyan had slowly risen out of a defensive stance to stand there with her hands on her hips to look at him when the Heran burst forward and slapped that snot covered palm against her head, splattering it about...she was stunned...that was disgusting...her hand slapped away at his slowly as she hurriedly sort out the hem of her cloak to clean off the mucus, gagging and coughing as she did so, missing the creatures bow all together and that little dance,
"What in the Hells man?! Eww...gross...what was that...help you?"
She was shaking her head and wiping it clean when she cast an eye over to where the Earthling had been shouting encouragement from, looking at her with a questioning glance as if to ask 'what in Kai's name just happened?' The big fighters words slowly trickled through her discomfort at being snotted on, calling her friend apparently after all that had just transpired between the three of them and if she understood him properly...actually inviting her to Konats to find him again, something to do with bad drink in Plant and spirits with good connections. Mystical mumbo jumbo had never been her forte but before she could question him any more the colour shifted alien had changed back to his smaller bluer self and leapt into the sky clutching his side, seemingly at peace with what had happened. Maybe Heran's and Saiyan's weren't that different when it came to a good fight?
Jagaimo watched him leave for a moment then moved through the street to where her companion Kim lay in the rubble, holding several wounds with her hands. There was a decent amount of blood but at first glance not enough out of her body to kill her. Well at least she didn't think so...it was an Earthling after all and not a Saiyan laying there...Jagaimo extended her hand and offered it to help the woman back to her feet.
"Well fought Earthling...now any idea what that was all about in the first place? What in the Otherworld did you do to him to make him so mad?"
There was a smile on her lips despite the ragged appearance and the blood running down her arms from the earlier stab wounds, but all in all she was in good spirits for once,
"Kim wasn't it?"
Jagaimo...is a little disgusted by Sprite's snotty hand but doesn't stop Sprite's Exit.
Post by LCDR Kimono on Jun 22, 2023 21:34:35 GMT -5
Power Level: 22,000 (Antisense DEACTIVATED) Word Count: 905 Total Word Count: 6,056 Text Hex: d40000, b600de
Listening to the entire encounter surrounding the fight get weirder and weirder, Kim stayed in her spot of rubble watching as the large being seemed to just sneeze into his hand and rub it across the face of Jagaimo. A disgusting practice for sure, Kim thought to herself while partially sickened by the whole thing. She was glad it wasn't her. "I'll be honest, I'll gladly take another broken rib over that".
Following this sentence to Jagaimo as she came over to where Kim sat, she would gladly accept the helping hand of the Saiyaness. "Kim, yeah. And you were Jagaimo correct?" The struggle back to her feet proper was a painful one, but nothing she couldn't at least partially handle. "T-Thank you for the help. That large bastard packs one hell of a punch for sure." She would comment as she removed one hand from her chest, revealing the piece of bone sticking through from the damage. "I guess us Earthlings aren't as capable as you Saiyans are" She'd laugh to herself, pushing against the rib bone to see how bad it really was. "We are a bit more breakable." With this, she would recoil from the pain of the poked injury, a thin smile or smirk crawling across her face as she remembered her first gunshot wound when she entered the service. This really was her life now. She'd have to actually get used to more severe pains and hurting if she intended on bombing this planet for the good cause. This was likely nothing compared to what the strongest of the Saiyans could pose to her. "I'm going to need to get some kind of armor to protect me better..."
Taking a second to sit on a pile of small rubble pieces in the street, Kim would practice her breathing as she looked around at the few Saiyans who had left their domiciles to watch the encounter, annoyed or disappointed someone wasn't brutally beaten into submission aside from the obvious weakling between the trio, and went about their day as normal. As she did this, she heard Jag ask her what the Heran was speaking about, his insistence on the drinks being bad, or poison. Kim couldn't think of what might have done it, aside from when she punched the wall earlier in frustration. The same wall the Heran came from. "Damn, I didn't even get to use my strongest attack... Another time I guess..." She'd struggle out as the thought came to her head surrounding damage. She was glad she didn't, as it probably would have taken out the whole city block.
"I hit the wall he came out of earlier, maybe something on the other side fell into his drink?" She would offer a possibility of reasoning, retrieving a couple small bottles of water that survived her crashing through the wall and offering one to Jagaimo in case she wanted something to drink after that harsh battle. "I can say for certain, I didn't poison him. Maybe he recognized my scent and another Earthling tried to poison him at some point?" She'd question, looking down at the ground as she debated with herself in her head. "Maybe... I'm not too familiar with alien biology, I'm not really sure what a 'Sin'clair' alien or whatever he was is capable of doing. Maybe he just had a bad experience with the Earth military and recognized my uniform as his enemy... I imagine not too many aliens have that fun of a time on Earth. Our government is pretty notoriously against super powered individuals, and the galaxy seems rife with people like us." She would finish, sighing at the thought and leaning back against the wall and staring up into the sky. "Whatever it was, he was pissed and gave us one hell of a fight. You did insanely well, I'm genuinely impressed with how strong and skilled you Saiyans are!" She would say with praise to Jagaimo, her face showing authentic levels of excitement and intrigue. "I'd always assumed Saiyans were powerful, and the few I've seen to this point are up there, but you're a whole other level Jagaimo! I'm starting to think I need to train with you guys instead of my guys back on Earth." She would end her commendation with downing the whole of the bottle she was holding and wiping her face.
"Either way, I need to get some medical attention. I'm not sure how long this broken rib is going to take..." She'd say, standing up and holding her wound with one hand, offering the other to shake Jag's hand. "It was a pleasure to fight with you. I'd love to meet up another time to see if I couldn't learn a thing or two from you. I'm docked in bay seven at the space port here if you want to stop by at all. I'm going to be on this planet for a while I hope. Maybe we can trade some notes." She'd finally finish speaking, her final words with smirk as if though she was partially flirting, at least as much as an injured woman could. If Jag accepted the handshake, Kim would turn with a nod and wave and begin to limp back towards where she came to return to her ship and hopefully recover somewhat from her injuries.
"Till another time."
Kim's Power Level: 66,000 (Antisense DEACTIVATED) Kim takes Jag's offer up and congratulates her on her 'win' and praises her strength! Kim offers Jag where her ship is asking for potential training in the future! Kim is leaving back to her ship to try and heal.
Jagaimo eyes met Kim's as she spoke up and the young Saiyan burst out laughing, wiping her face one more time with the edge of her tattered cloak, letting it fall away again when she was satisfied the muck had been removed...at some point she was going to have to wash her hair, likely even more so now after that encounter.
"You and me both...yuck...I'm gonna remember that for ages...at least a broken rib I can forget about quickly enough..."
The young fighter shook her head and wandered over to where she had left the bottle sitting on the side before entering the fray to face off against this Sprite character. Luckily it was undamaged in all the chaos and there was just enough left in the bottom for a quick slug to wash away the taste of that strange steam the Heran had been releasing during the fight. The liquid burned on the way down and brought back memories of battlefields past and comrades left behind...pulling a shudder from the girl before she tossed the bottle into the rubble and heard it shatter into hundreds of pieces, tinkling down through the stone even as others began to emerge from the nearby buildings now that the ruckus was over, eyes cast over the damage and the condition of the fighters still remaining. A few moved to speak up but a glare from the young woman closed their mouths and held them back for a little while longer. Jagaimo nodded when Kim spoke again,
"That's right, and don't mention it. If he hadn't pulled a weapon on you I probably would have just stood back and watched...it was none of my business and you were doing ok...but when a blade is pulled someone usually ends up in the medical pods or the morgue...and there's been enough death to go round Plant lately, we don't need to be killing each other in the streets over a misunderstanding..."
Jagaimo shook her head again as she checked herself over, glancing at the cuts and gashes along her forearms for a moment,
"Don't sell yourself short, your already a great deal stronger than many Saiyan's out there, but the best, the very strongest...would crush us both in moments without breaking a sweat. You seem plenty tough to me alright...compared to the other Earthlings I've met at least."
The female Saiyan looked around for a moment and then hopped herself up onto a broken part of the wall where Kim was sat, her legs kicking idly against the stone work and pushing a finger through yet another tear in her shirt, giving a heavy sigh at the state of what had once been a fashionable outfit from Earth...or at least that's what she'd been told about it at the time of purchase...what did she know about fashion? Kim's explanation made a lot of sense, she could have been lying about her involvement with the big Heran but there was no real way to confirm it now blue boy was out of the picture...Kim was pretty beat up but she was alive...though Jagaimo had no intention of interrogating the woman...her business was her own, the Saiyan was just happy she had been able to help out a little.
"He was a Heran, a race of pirates... at least I think he was...i've never seen decoration like that before...They're born to fight and trained from the moment they can walk, just like us...its rare to see them this far into Saiyan controlled lands but not unheard of. You did well to hold him off as long as you did...Ah so you are military...then Earth must be mightier than I had heard if they have an army of fighters like you..."
Jagaimo's voice trailed off in an almost daydream like drop when Kim's movements brought the light back to her eyes, hopping down off the wall and taking the offered hand, gripping it tightly with a grin,
"You are more than welcome to visit our training grounds some time, although be prepared for a beating if you make a mistake, the Saiyan's are quick to punish and take advantage of any weakness they see, its ingrained in the way they think, the way they fight but I'm sure you'd do fine for a few rounds. And I'd be happy to discuss your...notes...over a bottle sometime once you are strong enough to survive my company..."
There was a glimmer in the Saiyan's eyes that faded swiftly as the Earthling turned tail and shuffled off through the street towards the spaceport once more. Jagaimo had the feeling she was going to be hearing a lot more about this Kim girl from Earth. There was something about her that screamed out to be watched...
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