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Post by Jagaimo on Jun 15, 2023 13:56:52 GMT -5
Who knew that getting into the throne room would have been so easy?
The young Saiyan had taken a different approach than her last time here trying to see the then King Taori and rather than announcing herself at the gate and pushing through she had simply slipped in with several other disheveled looking workers and followed them for a little way to where they were obviously working on some kind of repairs or alterations to the Palace. Each corridor they passed told her more and more as she let her senses weave out from her mind, tracing over every living being within the confines of the royal palace and committing them to memory…it was a lot of information to take in all at once and she sometimes found herself staring at a wall as she felt the pinpricks of light behind it moving this way and that going about their business…it did help her pick her way through the winding halls of the building though, knowing where someone was going to be through a wall was a great help when you didn’t want to be seen.
This coupled with her ability to suppress her power down and make it vanish all together from any sensing technique she currently knew about had been a boon. With the workers she’d kept it low enough enough that no one would pay much attention…if she’d approached with the absence of power then anyone paying particular attention might have been able to pick her out of the crowd…but alone she let her veil fall, masking her from the ability to detect her by Ki alone. Sure she could still be seen or heard but she wasn’t here to make trouble so avoiding others and giving them a wide berth had been the easy part of her plan. Even the bag over shoulder didn’t slow her down despite looking bulky and awkward.
The last time she’d walked these halls there had been a forum in the throne room, a meeting of sorts and a challenge to decide the next ruler of the Saiyan’s. It had all been a farce in the end, a game played by the other two combatants, a game she’d not been privy to and so had played her part perfectly. And now somehow the absent King had won back the throne and everything was as if the call for change had never happened.
It had certainly been busier last time she was here.
Jagaimo shook her head as she checked through the walls, reaching out and touching the far moving Ki signatures to make sure there was no one in the room that she was about to enter. Barging in on a meeting wasn’t in keeping with the low profile she’d been hoping for so the young fighter breathed a sigh of relief when she pushed the great door open and slipped inside the empty throne room, taking in the plain surroundings as she remembered them. There were no crowds here today, just an empty throne on a dias and steps, that huge chunk of stone looking no worse for wear after she had sundered it into pieces…everything reknit by some magic force she didn’t understand and held together just as strongly as the day it was first carved from the rock. She ran her hand over the cold smooth surface and slid the bag from her shoulder, easing herself into the wide seat and gazing out across the empty hall. If Taori had been in residence she doubted she would have ever gotten this close to the room of power but security was more lax it seemed when the monarch was abroad.
The young Saiyan sighed as she rose from the throne again and pulled the old standard issue armour from the bag, casting an eye over it as she walked back down the steps before suddenly tearing off all the insignia’s and tossing it at the foot of the dias. No one would really care and it would be cleared up before anyone important stepped foot into the throne room again but to the young woman it was something she had needed to do for herself. To convince herself she was no longer tied to that throne, tied to whoever decided they would take a turn at sitting on that lump of a chair. Nothing changed magically when she took another breath and dropped the insignia’s but there was a shifting of weight on her shoulders that no longer seemed to darken the future paths she might walk…but for the first time in a long time she always felt like she might have lost part of herself. The military had been almost all she had ever known right from a young age…without it was she just going to drift or could she find a purpose again?
Leaving the armour and insignia on the ground by the dais Jagaimo moved through the throne room, her back to the main entrance way in as she stared at the great door that covered the long corridor she knew was behind it. It lead down into the depths of the palace to an ancient arena the structure had been built over, an arena used for official challenges to the throne since the Saiyan’s had first forced their way onto Plant. She’d never seen it herself before that day, and she guessed the view from the stands was a hell of a lot different to the view standing down in the centre of that domed battleground. Her hand rested on the door, her eyes closed and head bowed just a little…
“What will the next challenge bring I wonder?”
The young Saiyan had taken a different approach than her last time here trying to see the then King Taori and rather than announcing herself at the gate and pushing through she had simply slipped in with several other disheveled looking workers and followed them for a little way to where they were obviously working on some kind of repairs or alterations to the Palace. Each corridor they passed told her more and more as she let her senses weave out from her mind, tracing over every living being within the confines of the royal palace and committing them to memory…it was a lot of information to take in all at once and she sometimes found herself staring at a wall as she felt the pinpricks of light behind it moving this way and that going about their business…it did help her pick her way through the winding halls of the building though, knowing where someone was going to be through a wall was a great help when you didn’t want to be seen.
This coupled with her ability to suppress her power down and make it vanish all together from any sensing technique she currently knew about had been a boon. With the workers she’d kept it low enough enough that no one would pay much attention…if she’d approached with the absence of power then anyone paying particular attention might have been able to pick her out of the crowd…but alone she let her veil fall, masking her from the ability to detect her by Ki alone. Sure she could still be seen or heard but she wasn’t here to make trouble so avoiding others and giving them a wide berth had been the easy part of her plan. Even the bag over shoulder didn’t slow her down despite looking bulky and awkward.
The last time she’d walked these halls there had been a forum in the throne room, a meeting of sorts and a challenge to decide the next ruler of the Saiyan’s. It had all been a farce in the end, a game played by the other two combatants, a game she’d not been privy to and so had played her part perfectly. And now somehow the absent King had won back the throne and everything was as if the call for change had never happened.
It had certainly been busier last time she was here.
Jagaimo shook her head as she checked through the walls, reaching out and touching the far moving Ki signatures to make sure there was no one in the room that she was about to enter. Barging in on a meeting wasn’t in keeping with the low profile she’d been hoping for so the young fighter breathed a sigh of relief when she pushed the great door open and slipped inside the empty throne room, taking in the plain surroundings as she remembered them. There were no crowds here today, just an empty throne on a dias and steps, that huge chunk of stone looking no worse for wear after she had sundered it into pieces…everything reknit by some magic force she didn’t understand and held together just as strongly as the day it was first carved from the rock. She ran her hand over the cold smooth surface and slid the bag from her shoulder, easing herself into the wide seat and gazing out across the empty hall. If Taori had been in residence she doubted she would have ever gotten this close to the room of power but security was more lax it seemed when the monarch was abroad.
The young Saiyan sighed as she rose from the throne again and pulled the old standard issue armour from the bag, casting an eye over it as she walked back down the steps before suddenly tearing off all the insignia’s and tossing it at the foot of the dias. No one would really care and it would be cleared up before anyone important stepped foot into the throne room again but to the young woman it was something she had needed to do for herself. To convince herself she was no longer tied to that throne, tied to whoever decided they would take a turn at sitting on that lump of a chair. Nothing changed magically when she took another breath and dropped the insignia’s but there was a shifting of weight on her shoulders that no longer seemed to darken the future paths she might walk…but for the first time in a long time she always felt like she might have lost part of herself. The military had been almost all she had ever known right from a young age…without it was she just going to drift or could she find a purpose again?
Leaving the armour and insignia on the ground by the dais Jagaimo moved through the throne room, her back to the main entrance way in as she stared at the great door that covered the long corridor she knew was behind it. It lead down into the depths of the palace to an ancient arena the structure had been built over, an arena used for official challenges to the throne since the Saiyan’s had first forced their way onto Plant. She’d never seen it herself before that day, and she guessed the view from the stands was a hell of a lot different to the view standing down in the centre of that domed battleground. Her hand rested on the door, her eyes closed and head bowed just a little…
“What will the next challenge bring I wonder?”
