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Post by Jagaimo on Jan 16, 2024 13:07:17 GMT -5
Jagimo kept the smile from her face at her friend's rapid and simple response to being challenged for the throne. The laugh had been a nice touch and no doubt sent all sorts of confused glances round the crowded throne room. The young Saiyan warrior returned the challenger's nod with a respectful one of her own and turned slowly as the other woman passed her by to speak with the gathered masses and the ones who had spoken. Jagaimo had nothing left to say to the other female, they had spoken at length a few nights ago in the solace of her bar, about Zuqetta's plans and what she was hoping to bring to the Kingdom. It all sounded so promising. But she must have known that Jagaimo wouldn't just stand aside. Not after everything the smaller woman had put her through and done in the past. Resolve always needed to be tested and while words were enough for many, the older generation of Saiyan's were slow to accept change...too rapid and you could lose...too slow and nothing changed at all...it was always balanced on a knife edge.
She stood at ease, hands clasped behind her back, stock still like a soldier on parade, her tail strapped tightly round her waist in a sash, just letting her eyes drink in the scene before her, following all the details and the way the others moved and carried themselves as she'd be taught so long ago now. At the same time she let her sense expand, encompassing the entire room and taking a measure of every strength she could register, comparing them as she always did to the strength of a flame in her vision, from mere candles to raging bonfires. It told nothing of experience but it did give her an idea of who the strongest players were at this moment and she knew instantly she was no match for perhaps a handful of those gathered here but still she stood and watched. Raw strength didn't always count for everything as she had learned over time but it certainly helped stack the deck in that person's favour. Even beside the recently ascended Zuci and the flaming Zerori, Zuqetta stood clear above the rest of them, something that only a few years ago would have given her every right to claim the throne as her own, but now...now they needed something different. Might would no longer make right if the Saiyan Race wanted to continue to survive.
Jagaimo was tired of just surviving...didn't the Saiyan's deserve the chance to thrive like everyone else without a war that had claimed entire families?
She knew what her place was in all this and she didn't need to speak up when Zuqetta addressed the twins and Tarro. She let her eyes flick down to Zuci when the woman caught her eye and gave an ever so slight incline of her head her way. A simple acknowledgement of what she had achieved after their last encounter with Ticoga. Words might come later if needed but the woman would know what the movement meant.
She heard one of the twins speak, the male...it was hard to tell without looking too closely...Cilas. She'd never served with them despite looking of a similar age but then that wasn't uncommon. She couldn't name more than two dozen people crammed into this chamber so two more strangers meant little. She watched the outburst, the way the boys posture changed and she could understand why. Jagaimo mention of tradition had light the spark. They couldn't know anything of what Zuqetta saw in the future for them, how could they? But it didn't mean it didn't sting her to hear them calling out against one of the only people that was, in private at least, concerned with the betterment of them all. She couldn’t correct them, it was her place to even if she could, let them shout, let them air their concerns. In time she hoped they would be addressed. Celari and Cilas had every right to be angry, Tarro too. Zuqetta had dismissed their concerns with almost a back handed wave as was her right. Until things changed there was nothing she needed to say to anyone here. In this moment only the challenge mattered...the future would be different from here on out.
She watched the scouter shatter in the boy's hand as his power flared around him, her senses feeling him explode in the same instant her eyes moved to him. Jagaimo didn't move. It wasn't her place to defend Zuqetta...it wasn't anyone's place, she didn't rule yet.
But she had friends here and that was something. The first indicator was Tarro’s scouter exploding as powers erupted.
The demon woman intercepted the young man, her strength eclipsing the young Saiyan like a match being consumed by a furnace. The ball of power she released was far beyond anything the angry young man could hope to deal with unless he was hiding something inside that none of them had seen before. Even his sister had no time to react. But Zuci moved. Interceding on Cilas’s behalf and stopping the demon sister of the challenger from incinerating a loyal soldier of the Kingdom. It would have looked bad but it would have been understood. Tempers were at breaking point for many and the public forum here allowed many to vent their frustrations for all to hear. She had to remind herself that not only Saiyan’s were in attendance...she could count Tuffles amongst the crowd and many alien species she couldn’t name, including the red headed fox girl who seemed to be calling for a debate of words…ah no she was advocating others to the challenge if they didn’t like the words they were hearing, question why the vacuum had stayed empty for so long. It sent murmurs through some of the crowd, clearly many considering what it might have meant if they’d make the move earlier.
But it's too late now.
When Zuqetta moved past her to the higher levels of the dais Jagaimo looked at each of the speakers in turn, just for the briefest of moments before she turned around slowly once more, hands moving from behind her back to hang easy at her sides, looking into the other woman's eyes.
“Zuqetta Dreadwyrm…”
She stepped up a few paces, not quite level with the aspirant for the throne, raising one hand, palm out towards her, energy beginning to pool in its center, casting the throne and the other woman in a flickering purple light.
“I am a victim of tradition, expendable and replaceable…”
She was careful to use words they had exchanged before, knowing just what they meant to the other woman and how they both wished things could be different. Her senses told her enough, the path ahead of her was clear.
“For all the Hells I hope you keep your promise for change.”
Jagaimo’s form exploded, the dais under her feet cracking and splintering, leaving her hovering above the broken rubble, purple light bathing the area around her as muscles tensed, her lean frame straining to hold them back as the ball of Ki left her palm with a scream.
It flashed past Zuqetta and impacted the throne, blasting the stone to shards and splinters of rock before it ballooned out and took the back half of the throne room with it, a deafening blast of explosive Ki. The great gate to the arena vanished in the blast as pillars and walls cracked and crumbled down, the whole palace shuddering like a wounded beast but holding together.
As the smoke cleared from her hand the young woman leapt forwards through the air, exploding into a rush of attacks that began her challenge for the right to rule...
She stood at ease, hands clasped behind her back, stock still like a soldier on parade, her tail strapped tightly round her waist in a sash, just letting her eyes drink in the scene before her, following all the details and the way the others moved and carried themselves as she'd be taught so long ago now. At the same time she let her sense expand, encompassing the entire room and taking a measure of every strength she could register, comparing them as she always did to the strength of a flame in her vision, from mere candles to raging bonfires. It told nothing of experience but it did give her an idea of who the strongest players were at this moment and she knew instantly she was no match for perhaps a handful of those gathered here but still she stood and watched. Raw strength didn't always count for everything as she had learned over time but it certainly helped stack the deck in that person's favour. Even beside the recently ascended Zuci and the flaming Zerori, Zuqetta stood clear above the rest of them, something that only a few years ago would have given her every right to claim the throne as her own, but now...now they needed something different. Might would no longer make right if the Saiyan Race wanted to continue to survive.
Jagaimo was tired of just surviving...didn't the Saiyan's deserve the chance to thrive like everyone else without a war that had claimed entire families?
She knew what her place was in all this and she didn't need to speak up when Zuqetta addressed the twins and Tarro. She let her eyes flick down to Zuci when the woman caught her eye and gave an ever so slight incline of her head her way. A simple acknowledgement of what she had achieved after their last encounter with Ticoga. Words might come later if needed but the woman would know what the movement meant.
She heard one of the twins speak, the male...it was hard to tell without looking too closely...Cilas. She'd never served with them despite looking of a similar age but then that wasn't uncommon. She couldn't name more than two dozen people crammed into this chamber so two more strangers meant little. She watched the outburst, the way the boys posture changed and she could understand why. Jagaimo mention of tradition had light the spark. They couldn't know anything of what Zuqetta saw in the future for them, how could they? But it didn't mean it didn't sting her to hear them calling out against one of the only people that was, in private at least, concerned with the betterment of them all. She couldn’t correct them, it was her place to even if she could, let them shout, let them air their concerns. In time she hoped they would be addressed. Celari and Cilas had every right to be angry, Tarro too. Zuqetta had dismissed their concerns with almost a back handed wave as was her right. Until things changed there was nothing she needed to say to anyone here. In this moment only the challenge mattered...the future would be different from here on out.
She watched the scouter shatter in the boy's hand as his power flared around him, her senses feeling him explode in the same instant her eyes moved to him. Jagaimo didn't move. It wasn't her place to defend Zuqetta...it wasn't anyone's place, she didn't rule yet.
But she had friends here and that was something. The first indicator was Tarro’s scouter exploding as powers erupted.
The demon woman intercepted the young man, her strength eclipsing the young Saiyan like a match being consumed by a furnace. The ball of power she released was far beyond anything the angry young man could hope to deal with unless he was hiding something inside that none of them had seen before. Even his sister had no time to react. But Zuci moved. Interceding on Cilas’s behalf and stopping the demon sister of the challenger from incinerating a loyal soldier of the Kingdom. It would have looked bad but it would have been understood. Tempers were at breaking point for many and the public forum here allowed many to vent their frustrations for all to hear. She had to remind herself that not only Saiyan’s were in attendance...she could count Tuffles amongst the crowd and many alien species she couldn’t name, including the red headed fox girl who seemed to be calling for a debate of words…ah no she was advocating others to the challenge if they didn’t like the words they were hearing, question why the vacuum had stayed empty for so long. It sent murmurs through some of the crowd, clearly many considering what it might have meant if they’d make the move earlier.
But it's too late now.
When Zuqetta moved past her to the higher levels of the dais Jagaimo looked at each of the speakers in turn, just for the briefest of moments before she turned around slowly once more, hands moving from behind her back to hang easy at her sides, looking into the other woman's eyes.
“Zuqetta Dreadwyrm…”
She stepped up a few paces, not quite level with the aspirant for the throne, raising one hand, palm out towards her, energy beginning to pool in its center, casting the throne and the other woman in a flickering purple light.
“I am a victim of tradition, expendable and replaceable…”
She was careful to use words they had exchanged before, knowing just what they meant to the other woman and how they both wished things could be different. Her senses told her enough, the path ahead of her was clear.
“For all the Hells I hope you keep your promise for change.”
Jagaimo’s form exploded, the dais under her feet cracking and splintering, leaving her hovering above the broken rubble, purple light bathing the area around her as muscles tensed, her lean frame straining to hold them back as the ball of Ki left her palm with a scream.
It flashed past Zuqetta and impacted the throne, blasting the stone to shards and splinters of rock before it ballooned out and took the back half of the throne room with it, a deafening blast of explosive Ki. The great gate to the arena vanished in the blast as pillars and walls cracked and crumbled down, the whole palace shuddering like a wounded beast but holding together.
As the smoke cleared from her hand the young woman leapt forwards through the air, exploding into a rush of attacks that began her challenge for the right to rule...
Jagaimo transforms using UT: Wrathful Serenity
Jagaimo vapourises the throne, the top of the dias and the great gates leading to the arena after using her Ki sense to hope the area was clear.
She then attacks Zuqetta using a non-kp assault.
Thread PL: 405,000 (81,000 * 5)
KP: 6/6
MP: 0/6 -> 1/6
DMG: 0/270%
Traits:Saiyan Pride, Burning Ki, Noble Blood, Anti-sense, Restrained Might
Items: Armour Lining, Battle Armour, Blood Ruby, Sage Staff, Dyno Capsule
WC: 1318
TWC: 3356
Posts: 2
Jagaimo vapourises the throne, the top of the dias and the great gates leading to the arena after using her Ki sense to hope the area was clear.
She then attacks Zuqetta using a non-kp assault.
Thread PL: 405,000 (81,000 * 5)
KP: 6/6
MP: 0/6 -> 1/6
DMG: 0/270%
Traits:
Items: Armour Lining, Battle Armour, Blood Ruby, Sage Staff, Dyno Capsule
WC: 1318
TWC: 3356
Posts: 2
