Post by Gira on Mar 10, 2024 15:49:49 GMT -5
The Northern Scar had been a source of anxiety and pain for Gira lately. With everything going on with the war and her misgivings about the methods of her clan, she had been on something of a downward spiral for some time. She considered everyone in the Mazoku to be her friends. Some of them, she even considered to be very close ones. Unfortunately, it seemed that when the time came, most would die... and there would be nothing she could do about it. Maybe even she would die, although that was the concern furthest from her mind. The deaths of Otama, Marimba, Cello, and all the rest... that possibility weighed on her mind the heaviest. They had to come up with some kind of plan if they wanted the Mazoku to survive. A plan that no other players in this conflict would expect... but what would that be? If Gira ever said she was a tactician, she would be lying. The intricacies of mass wars escaped her most of the time. It was way different than the video games she played. With a sigh, Gira sat under the shade of a nearby cliff. She couldn't help but think about everything Ticoga had said as well. And the battle against Yangcong, Otama, and Lottus.
So much happened, very little of it in front of her eyes. She needed someone who was there. Someone to explain it to her. She knew who she had to call, but couldn't bring herself to do it. Every time she and Otama had interacted lately, it didn't end well. Truth be told, the emotional wounds she obtained at her birthday party at his hands still hurt. After everything they've been through, how could he say that they weren't friends? Gira looked up at the sky towards Planet Earth. These events had been making her homesick lately. It left her yearning for a simpler time in her life, when all she had to worry about was her schoolwork and boxing practice. It was rough; growing up and losing your innocence. Despite what Otama said and how much it hurt her, however, she knew that they had to talk. About this war, about her place in the Mazoku, their friendship... about everything. Gathering her courage, Gira reached out with her mind, seeking Otama for a telepathic message.
"Otama. It's... Gira. If you could, please come to the Northern Scar. There's some stuff we should talk about before everything happens."
TWC: 648
Power Level: 123,000 (Base Form)
Hit Points
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Ki Points
▰▰▰▰▰▰ 6 / 6
Momentum Points
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Resources
Sparking (1 / 1)
Saiyan Pride (OFF)
Antisense (OFF)
Burning Ki (1 / 1)
ACTIONS
So much happened, very little of it in front of her eyes. She needed someone who was there. Someone to explain it to her. She knew who she had to call, but couldn't bring herself to do it. Every time she and Otama had interacted lately, it didn't end well. Truth be told, the emotional wounds she obtained at her birthday party at his hands still hurt. After everything they've been through, how could he say that they weren't friends? Gira looked up at the sky towards Planet Earth. These events had been making her homesick lately. It left her yearning for a simpler time in her life, when all she had to worry about was her schoolwork and boxing practice. It was rough; growing up and losing your innocence. Despite what Otama said and how much it hurt her, however, she knew that they had to talk. About this war, about her place in the Mazoku, their friendship... about everything. Gathering her courage, Gira reached out with her mind, seeking Otama for a telepathic message.
"Otama. It's... Gira. If you could, please come to the Northern Scar. There's some stuff we should talk about before everything happens."
TWC: 648
Power Level: 123,000 (Base Form)
Hit Points
▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ 270%
Ki Points
▰▰▰▰▰▰ 6 / 6
Momentum Points
▰▰▰▰▰▰ 0 / 6
Resources
Sparking (1 / 1)
Saiyan Pride (OFF)
Antisense (OFF)
Burning Ki (1 / 1)
ACTIONS