Sleep; that ever natural and vital of events. Every living being in the universe knew it at some point in their lives. It was when one was at their most exposed, most vulnerable, and most relaxed. However, for some, it could mean a little more...
Rosemary blinked her red eyes several times against the unexpectedly harsh light. The last she had been aware, she was lying in bed and drifting off after a day of training. She almost swore that she could still feel the thin sheet clinging to her skin, and the pillow hugging her cheek. If that was so, then why was she shielding her eyes from daylight?
As her eyes finally adjusted, the hybrid stretched and took in her new surroundings. The suspiciously green grass was almost familiar. The sky above was just the wrong shade of blue. The blood fountain... The blood fountain?
"Huh..." From her sleeping stupor, it was all the woman could muster to let out a small, confused hum. Standing in her nightgown, her tail twirled lazily between her bare feet, almost playing across the blades of grass it could reach. Finally, reality hit her, and she shook her head free of the last lingering pulls back into her dreams, and shouted aloud, "Why is it that when I try to get here, I wind up all over the damn planet, but when I just want to sleep, I wake up in hell again?"
Life was almost cruel in how it tried to be funny.
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When Ward left the Shinjin planet for the first time in centuries, his plan was to roam the mortal realm and experience everything there was and learn from it. It had been less than a full week since then and a part of him was starting to have trouble keeping his own internal balance let alone the balance on a larger scale. Earthlings were loud and gathered in groupings to cause even more noise. The varied creatures that visited were a mixture of violence and hyperactivity that he couldn't have anticipated to boot.
Spending the majority of your life around less than a hundred people of your species gives you a different perspective on the greater universe that can only be experienced. What Ward never expected was finding himself leaving Earth not once, but twice to come back to Otherworld, and not only that, but a trip to Hell. Balance was about more than meditating and keeping the peace and relaxing in what some would consider a paradise. Balance was equally about walking through unpleasant places and dealing with unfortunate circumstances.
Appearing in Hell was rarely pleasant even if interesting, and as he teleported things turned awkward immediately. Out of no where he appeared from no where, less than a foot in front of a creature he had never met, unintentionally close enough that if he cared to he could count their eyelashes.
Hope the post was okay. Was a touch tired posting, but didn't want to leave you hanging any longer.
She was still rubbing the sleep from her eyes and trying to make sense of her new surroundings for several long seconds after her outburst. Rosemary was in no shape for a field trip. She was tired and sore from training. She missed her bed already. In fact, how was she supposed to get back, anyways? Before, it all came and went with unconsciousness while she recovered in the tank...
Her thoughts were interrupted, however, by the sudden appearance of a stranger a mere hair's breadth in front of her face. In the waking world, where she was prepared for surprises that might be pulled on the battlefield, maybe she could have kept her composure and remained stoic in the wake of such a thing. Here, tired and irritated as she was, the shock sent her tumbling over into the grass with a loud, uncharacteristic yelp.
"Of all the..." Rosemary collected herself from her position on her back, now wearing a faint blush as she closed her legs and pulled her gown down to cover herself. Wait... She hadn't been wearing this when she went to bed...
Hell was, indeed, a strange place.
The realization of her change in clothes aside, it only took her several seconds to rise to her feet again, at which point she was well and truly angered by the circumstance, and the man who had so rudely appeared in front of her without warning. She still had yet to realize that her new clothes were embroidered with large bold letters that read HELL on the back.
"Shit! Give a girl some warning before you pull something like that!" She shouted at the stranger, in such a shrill voice and puffing her cheeks as she'd never dare to do on Plant. Something about the situation had drained her of all her bravado and domineering, clearly.
Being this close to a stranger didn't unnerve Ward, or at least if it did there was no outward sign of it. Given the lofty goals he wished to attain, he had centuries ago learned to hide his emotions well and keep composed even when internally he was jumping out of his skin. There was a momentary flinch, but only from the way the person in front of him reacted and fell over, but his gaze became fixed trying to determine just who he had appeared in front of.
The way they acted wasn't all that surprising given someone had appeared out of thin air right in front of them, and if they had any idea what he was that would only add to the shock. It was no surprise to Ward however to find one of her kind in hell, but it there was any type of beings her was uncomfortable around, it was the ones found living in or being from this place. They had their rightful place in the balance, but they didn't concern him any less.
"My apologies. It wasn't my intention to appear so close to you. I was in a hurry and was trying to recall a specific location, but seems I didn't look ahead enough to see you."
He gave a full bow in apology that he held for a moment before standing up straight once more.
"I was on Earth for the first time, well second time technically, and it's such a loud and busy place I had to take a break. To think I would choose hell over a busy Earth City. Never thought I would admit that aloud."
The hybrid huffed for several seconds, but the sudden stranger did something she'd never have expected: he apologized. On Plant, the best one could hope for was a few punches that would rightly decide who was in the wrong, but this... Well, this kind of took the wind out from her sails, to put it lightly.
Maybe it had something to do with her need for sleep, though.
"Well," she began before pausing again to collect her thoughts. "Don't let it happen again! I should pummel you for surprising me like that." Rosemary straightened her gown and hair for a moment, just long enough to take in a better look at the stranger. He wasn't like the other denizens of Hell that she'd met with before. He was more like a Plantian, though bizarrely... almost nondescript in his appearance.
Weird, she thought with a pursed lip and raised brow. As though to give further voice to her thoughts, even her tail flicked slowly behind her.
"So, if you're not from here," she only guessed that much. "What are you? You don't look anything like the Ogre I've run into." As she spoke, the hybrid twisted and leaned to get a better look at the stranger, though all she'd managed to gleam was that he lacked a tail.
"I can't promise it won't happen again, but I will try my best. I would prefer you not pummel me, however. It could have been much worse, so look on the bright side as they say. A few feet forward and I might have teleported inside of you instead of in front of you. That would have been much harder to explain and apologize for."
There was a near zero percent chance that could happen as far as he was aware, but he couldn't say it was impossible, just that he had never heard of it happening by accident. His mind switched back to the person in front of him as he realized there was a chance they might in fact still pummel him given the combination of their species and the fact they were literally in hell. It wasn't until that moment he was second guessing coming here, but he had yet to feel fist to face, so for now he tried not to worry too much about it.
"I'm a Shinjin. I'm not from here here, as in Hell, but I'm from Otherworld here. I would point, but I can't say I know the exact direction."
Raising his arms outward he looked himself over for a moment, then looked around.
"Not likely to be any others of my race around here. To be fair not likely you've even met another of my race. Not that it's impossible, but most of us rarely if ever leave our planet. What are you however? You look like a few things I could categorize you as, and I've been trying very hard the last hundred years not to discriminate or put labels on those from hell."
To tell the truth, the admission that the stranger could have just as easily, and unintentionally, teleported inside of her have given the hybrid some pause. It was a very unpleasant thought to entertain. What would even happen in such a situation? Would they merge, or fuse? Would one of them be shunted off until they no longer shared the same space? Would they both quite simply die, even?
A cold shiver ran the length of her spine, as though to chase away the unpleasant thought.
"A Shinjin, eh?" The hybrid could recall some mention of their kind before, possibly from another denizen of Hell, but she didn't believe she was ever given a proper description before. Looking the stranger over, how would one describe his kind based on his appearance alone? Maybe that was why she'd not been told...
"I'm a Saiyan, from Vegeta." Rosemary answered in a more cool fashion than she had been speaking with thus far. Admitting her own origins had done something to remind her that she had a reputation and pride to uphold. "I think these," she reached up to touch one of her horns while speaking, "make me an Ogre?" As she lowered her arm, her hips swiveled to bring her tail around into view. "But, I've yet to see an Ogre with a tail. No telling how much is from each parent.
"I never knew my father, so I can't help you much with that question." There was a particular reason why that was, but the bizarre truth of her conception was entirely unknown to the hybrid at this time. Instead, she merely shrugged and changed the subject to something more constructive.
"So, there's a way to where you're from? I keep coming back accidentally, and every time I do, it's here." She gestured towards the scenery around them both for emphasis.
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"I don't know what any of that means, but I'll take your word for it. I've been scolded more than a few times for not having a better or more firm grasp of the races, species, and planets of the Universe, but with four quadrants and many of all of the above, it's hard to keep track even at my age."
Ward had taken a step back and was now blatantly looking her over as one would a picture, a piece of cloth hanging on a wrack, or a curiosity. There was no emotion on his face at all, but he seemed to be studying her carefully, his eyes narrowing the longer he quietly looked.
"That was my thought, yes. Do Saiyans originate from Ogres in some form? I suppose it isn't impossible that other races in the mortal realm would also have such physical features. I've no doubt I share physical features with other races as some have mentioned my ears in conjunction with something called an elf."
For a long moment that could have lasted several minutes he was quiet once more, staring at her horns as he leaned in. It was more of a curiosity than a fascination, but his stare was focused all the same. Even as she spun his eyes never left her horns, though he eventually looked down and gave a nod, then back to the horns.
"I can also confidently say I have never seen an Ogre with a tail, but I've also never seen a, whatever you claimed yourself to be, the name eludes me. So you are part Ogre and part the other thing is what you are saying, yes? Aaaand yes, there is a way there, though I don't know if I could lead you there in a traditional traveling there sense. Those of us that live there can teleport freely, so it's a matter of-"
Before he finished his sentence he vanished, leaving Rosemary alone. It was almost three minutes before he appeared, and once again he was so close their clothing brushed for a moment.
Per her own understanding, the stranger seemed to be just as clueless about these things as her; maybe a little more, judging by the way he quickly forgot things he had only just been told. That was a little irritating, truth be told, but it was nothing compared to the very... very long and awkward moments of silence as the Shinjin looked her over.
"I wouldn't think so. The Ogre I've talked to have never mentioned it, at least." She gave her honest thoughts on the question of the origin of the Saiyan race. Back on Vegeta, it could be quite the heated topic. Some say they've always been, just as they were. Others say they evolved from lesser life forms. Her own personal beliefs were that they were originally Oozaru at all times, and for whatever reason, came to inhabit their smaller forms during the day.
Then the silence returned, and the hybrid resigned herself to the stranger's awkward staring. At least, it was only at her hor- She balled a fist quickly the moment his eyes had looked down, though he was just as quick to correct his mistake.
What else was she supposed to think he was looking at?
"I am... not entirely sure. Ogre seems to be the best bet, for now, though." Rosemary answered his next question, gritting her teeth a little to suppress her anger at his apparent glance just a few moments earlier. Then, before their conversation could continue, he disappeared, leaving her all alone and with no satisfying explanation of where the stranger had gone.
That was, until he'd reappeared just in front of her again, though this time, the hybrid was much more aware of her surroundings. The displacement of air, and the very faint, almost subtle sound of the stranger's magic gave her an instinctive target, and just as he'd appeared, her fist came towards his cheek.
"Gah! Shit!" She exclaimed in both surprise and anger. "I told you to stop doing that!"
There was no way he could have known a fist was awaiting him on arrival, but it didn't take long to feel it. The surprise alone sent him falling on his butt as he hadn't quite gotten his footing before the punch landed. He gave a surprising lack of reaction once he gathered himself and started to stand, dusting himself off, making sure he was a safe punching distance away before fully doing so.
"I suppose I deserved that."
Rubbing his chin some, he took one more step back just to be sure, before putting his arms behind his back.
"So tell me about this race of yours. I've been making attempts to learn more about the races and planets of the mortal realm, but I've ran into mostly Earthlings thus far. You are, I believe, the first hybrid species I've met in person so it piques my interest even further."
Standing in hell having a conversation with a hybrid of a Saiyan and an Ogre as a Shinjin was likely an amusing scene for any third party that would see this from a distance. Ward didn't make things less strange with the way he acted unintentionally as his social skills were lacking outside of speaking with other Shinjin. The things he said likely came across as awkward and clueless, but he still somehow spoke in a confident manner, almost to a practiced extent.
"You're damn right you did!" Rosemary raised her voice, her irritation only made worse by the stranger's inability to react to anything with any level of emotion. Maybe it was just her Saiyan blood, but the quiet stoic types never quite rubbed her the right way. It was too difficult to get a read on them, half the time.
Though, he did keep the conversation moving with further questions, so she had that to be distracted by, at least. She took a long breath to calm her nerves, and felt sleep try to claim her again.
"The Saiyans?" The hybrid asked rhetorically for confirmation, though she continued on without it. "We're a race of warriors currently fighting over the Planet called Plant. The damned Tuffle have nearly ruined it with their technology, though." She huffed again, and changed the subject.
"So, what about you? What are the Shinjin like, or are you all this... vaguely emotionless and dull?" She had been trying not to say boring, but perhaps dull was not the right word she'd wanted, either. It was getting difficult to concentrate with her eyelids growing so heavy. Even her tail was moving more sluggish behind her.
However, the Shinjin had her attention, and she wanted to talk for just a bit longer.
"A race of warriors? Well that's interesting. I've met a few races in Otherworld that referred to themselves as warriors as well, though they were from other quadrants of the universe so likely you've never ran into them. Warrior races do fascinate me as much as those who turn away from such cultures, but it rarely ends well when the two collide."
There was a chuckle from somewhere deep in his belly at her comment, but no sign of amusement across his face. His eyes looked down as if recalling a memory before lifting to meet hers again. A part of him had hoped she would go into more detail or simply want to talk more about her race proudly as so many others tended to do. Perhaps it was the Ogre side that kept that in check, or she simply didn't have much else to say.
"I would ask before I answer your question if Saiyans are known for short tempers. You seem in a constant state of agitation. "
There was a pause to wait for either an answer that would almost certainly be laced with anger given her demeanor thus far, or another punch he was hopefully far enough away from this time, but decided to answer over keeping her waiting too long.
"Like any race, everyone has a different personality. Shinjin are few compared to most races however, and as we are essentially the watchers and keepers of the known universe if I had to summarize our role, we do sometimes come off more serious than others. As for myself, after a few decades I've learned to control when and what I share, including my emotions for the most part. Not everyone does the same or wants to."
"Heh. Yeah..." The hybrid chuckled in agreement with the Shinjin's observation about warrior cultures not exactly meshing well with others. It was hardly something she was ashamed of; maybe she even felt a little pride for the fact. The Saiyan race had long been one of conquerors, anyways, even before the war for Plant.
However, the conversation moved on at its casual pace, and she placed a hand on her hip in sarcastic rebuttal of the next thing to come from the stranger's mouth.
"What're you saying?" Rosemary smirked, though between the day's fatigue and the relative calm of the situation, it wasn't easy to fake for long. "We Saiyans wear our emotions on our sleeves, yes. Emotion, especially anger, is power on the battlefield." There was further explanation somewhere about being raised to always be fighting, and the effect that would have on one's psychology, but she didn't care for such drivel. Fighting was fun, after all, and what would the Saiyans be without it? Just a bunch of monkeys in trees on a ruined planet.
"Watchers of the universe, eh?" She thought on that claim for a few seconds. It was an intriguing thought, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what that might have meant. "Does that mean you step in when shit gets real, then? Or, is it more observing for the sake of observing?"
"I find emotion, especially anger to be tiring on a battlefield more so than empowering. All the yelling and gnashing of teeth and extra fleshing, it is a needless stamina drain. I can understand those that use it as a way of intimidating a foe psychologically, but it seems so necessary."
Intertwining his fingers, he stretched both arms over his head as he took a long look around. Despite them standing in hell, it felt strangely peaceful. It was far quieter than most places he had visited on Earth thus far, and aside from being punched earlier, there was little conflict. There was a certain amusement in standing in hell talking with a half-ogre who claimed to be half of a warrior race using emotion as power in battle. The only sound aside from the ambient ones was the two of them speaking.
"Not if I can help it, if you mean me personally. Though there have been cases of it happening with Kais in the past. We don't tend to make ourselves known, not because we are trying to hide or be secretive, but truthfully we tend to be busy training and studying, and the Kais specifically are the ones who watch over things. They rarely directly intervene, but doing so isn't out of the question in extreme circumstances. The Shinjin created most of what is known, especially in the mortal realm, so think of it as watching over children. You don't want them to walk into danger, but you have to let them make their own mistakes and learn from them."
The stranger's admission that his kind had been the creators of myth was amusing, if it could be believed at all. She would be lying if she'd said she didn't want to hear more about this sort of thing. However, something about it also tugged at her emotionally. If the Shinjin had been the ones to create them, then the stories she'd been told since she was a child...
"Interesting..." Rosemary hummed aloud, still wrapped up in her thoughts. This was going to take time to piece through, surely. "Now, when you say the Shinjin created-"
Her words were stopped dead by a distinct, almost numbness that was slowly spreading throughout her body. It was like the feeling of almost waking from a dream, only to be pulled ever deeper into the clutches of one's imagination. In this case, however, it meant the beginning of a process that would bring their short conversation to its end, as the hybrid found herself beginning to disintegrate and blow away like smoke on a wind that did not exist.
"Ah, crap." She exclaimed calmly, with sleep weighing on her eyes. "Seems it's time I got back to my own world. Listen, we're not done here. I have... more questions..." Her words slurred and slowed, until her mouth disappeared in kind, leaving only her disembodied voice to ring within the stranger's mind, leaving behind an imprint of inherent rage and destructive tendencies.
What is... your... name..? Mine's Rosemary...
She fought for several seconds to receive an answer, before her spirit returned to her slumbering form back in her bed...