Post by Majin Moire on Mar 28, 2024 22:02:03 GMT -5
PL: 100,000 | Items: N/AThe Gizard Wasteland wasn't exactly Moire's first choice of visiting when it came to her exploration of the planet, but it was close by to where she was off flying to, so the majin decided to dive down and take the opportunity to explore the place in more detail. The main issue was finding a spot to land at since everything looked just about the same here. Rocks, more rocks, plenty of dirt, rubble, stone, stone floor tiles, a building, more rocks... Wait, a building? Moire's eyes focus in on the structure that she saw, and immediately takes a dive towards it.
Upon landing in front of the ancient structure, it's age was very apparent from all of the damage it's sustained via erosion. Even with all of the damage, she couldn't help but feel as if this place felt at least a bit familiar, and after carefully looking it over, Moire realizes that she's encountered this sort of structure before, back in the Korin Forest. This one was in even worse shape, but it was at least still standing. Last time she was here, she managed to find a rather peculiar looking shard of glass, which only made her curious as to whether or not she'd find another. If these two were connected, then what do these glass shards mean? The majin was more than ready to find out.
Transformed to Augur, pl set to 1,600,000 Word Count: 235
Post by Majin Meringue on Mar 30, 2024 11:58:52 GMT -5
Thanks to Meringue’s trusty handheld console acting as a quasi-inexhaustible source of entertainment, the trip from Konats to Earth went along rather swimmingly. Alas, the flickers of light coming from the screen did little to distract the Biomajin from the cruel fact behind her visit to the blue planet: What was supposed to be enjoyed in the company of her first REAL friend ended up becoming a solo voyage. Why didn't he return her text messages? Was it because she was too boisterous and obnoxious when she talked about her fixations? Was it because of her outlandish appearance made even less attractive thanks to the braces? The blob of anxiety couldn't help but wonder, the jumble of negative thoughts clouding both her eyes and mind.
This is why, when she finally snapped back to reality, the loud blaring alarm of her capsule shuttle emblazoned with the Nova Corps symbol made her countenance shift from wistfully heartbroken to outright panicked. "OH NUUUUUUU!" What a careless klutz she had been; her lack of attention and poor programming of the autopilot resulted in her embarkation making a sharp nosedive toward the Earth's surface. With a ship now wreathed with a corona of fire, Meringue acted quickly in an attempt to salvage the situation, shoving her handheld console back into her own goopy body before stretching and separating her arms into umpteenth small tendrils that tended to the many control panels disposed before her eyes.
The ship was made to slow down and veer in a diagonal angle. This maneuver was enough to avoid a deadly crash with the planet's surface, but changing its trajectory so suddenly had some unforeseen consequences. Indeed, instead of arriving in the vicinity of East City -the technological hub of Earth, a literal paradise for a recluse nerd such as herself- the Biomajin found herself in a... rocky place. "A TEMPLE OF ANSHIENT SHIVILISHATIONS!" She chirped with her face inching awfully close from the window she was fogging up with her hyperventilating breath, her eyes becoming starry at the sight of a nearby ruined building. There was still a bit of time to get back on track, but Meringue allowed her curiosity to get the best of her.
A little detour couldn't hurt, right?
Moire assuredly saw the capsule shuttle that floated overhead, approaching with a gust of wind buffeting the area. It made a rather smooth landing only a few paces away, its hatch popping open with a faint thud. A little yellow Majin who repurposed her tail as a pogo stick by contracting and twirling in the likeness of a corkscrew bounced out from the opening. "Boing! Boing! Boing!" What a jovial little thing! She moved toward the temple without an ounce of care given for her surroundings. Quite peculiar as well; unlike most Majins, this lemon specimen was quite pudgy and seemed to possess both glasses and braces that glistened under the sunlight bathing her smiling figure. Her outfit was rather simple, limiting itself to a white qipao with purple trimming worn over a black undersuit.
PL: 53,000 (Meringue is in her Base form.) UT used: N/A KP: 6/6 - MP: 0/6 - HP: 000/250
Post by Majin Moire on Apr 6, 2024 13:41:15 GMT -5
Moire's attention on the ancient building was severed as she felt a strange presence moving across the air. Her gaze lands upon what appears to be a spaceship, making a crash course towards the ground, only turning just enough to avoid a head-on collision at the last second. Was it a potential invader? Some tourist who couldn't properly land the ship? Whoever it was, Moire felt as if there was something... Strange about the signature that she was feeling. It felt vaguely familiar, but there was something else added to it as well. Whatever it could be, she'd need to at least check out whoever crashed the ship and make sure things were alright, or that she wasn't going to be fired upon immediately.
However, it seems that Moire wouldn't need to move from her spot, as she spots the ship getting closer to her location, the pilot gaining control of it properly before gently landing close by. Moire kept one hand behind her back, holding out two fingers as they crackle with purple lightning, her eyes narrowing as the door to the shuttle slowly opens to reveal... A majin? She looked like one, and she felt mostly like one judging from her magical energy that Moire was feeling, but there was something a little bit different about this one. Now her curiosity has been peaked. With her electrified fingers still behind her back, she speaks up to the approaching bouncing majin, "I hope that was merely a navigations malfunction and not your driving that almost caused you to crash."
Moire smirks a bit as she stands at attention, briefly looking back at the stone building next to her, making her realize that there had to be some reason as to why the majin was here. Did she sense the purple majin, or did she come here to check on the ancient building as well?
Post by Majin Meringue on Apr 6, 2024 15:23:59 GMT -5
Despite Moire's energy signature and the fact that Meringue was also sensitive to the presence of magical beings, her hyperfixation on the ruins made her totally skim on the mage's presence. Like an absent-minded deer snapping out of it to stare at the headlights of a honking car, Meringue's gaze was driven to the fellow Majin thanks to her voice. "Oh uh..." Now slightly aloft -that is what was needed to be at eye-level with Moire and not be perceived as a runt- Meringue approached the arcanist, her rapidly-darting bespectacled eyes obviously mesmerized by Moire's appearance that elicited a pink blush.
"Woah! You're vary perty Mashin, Mish..." She sheepishly said with quite the heavy lisping characterizing her speech, offering the new acquaintance a cursory levitating bow before elaborating on that navigation mishap. "It wash my firsht time piloting a sheep, sho I momentarily losht control when entering the atmoshphere." She explained, consciously omitting the fact that this accident could have been avoided if she had ditched the handheld console and grieving to focus on piloting instead.
Interested by the accoutrement of her conversation partner, the bubbly Biomajin wasted no time to inquire about it with a toothy grin betraying her nerdy excitement for anything fantasy-adjacent. "Your coshplay ish sho cool! What anuhmay ish dish? I dun't kno dish character..." Could it be an Earth-exclusive? Probably not since Meri had a VPN on her computer to access all the foreign goodies. Maybe this stranger came from a different, lesser-known planet with its own repertoire of media to be consumed? The prospect of an unknown trove of pop culture to be unraveled made Meringue's tail wag. "Oh! Perhapsh you're from anuther planet!" Wait - this didn't make sense, for her mother was the ur-progenitor of all Majins, right? At least that was Meringue's mistaken belief.
"Of courshe not, hehehe. What am I shaying? You're my shibling - Shinx made ush all, after all." She nodded sagely, expecting Moire to understand that gibberish seasoned with a side of misnomer. This begged the question: What was Moire doing on Earth? Was she on a mission? Did she know about the events that were going to transpire in Dharatan soon? Meringue thought it wouldn't hurt to tell her about it. "Oh, shishter, what are chu doing on Erf? There ish going to be a BEEG birfday party shoon on Konasht! Dharatan ish where the yummy mashical enershies are, sho Shinx ish gonna ushe them all to birf sho many Mashin shiblings for you and I!" Oh, she got sidetracked again and forgot to mention the important stuff. "My name ish Mashin Mewingue, but everyone callsh me Mewi.... MeRI!!!" That "r" was especially hard to pronounce, but the pudgy little Biomajin tried her hardest.
PL: 53,000 (Meringue is in her Base form.) UT used: Ki Flight KP: 6/6 - MP: 0/6 - HP: 000/250
Post by Majin Moire on Apr 10, 2024 20:39:16 GMT -5
Once more the purple majin has encountered another of her kind, curiously looking over her and studying her, though even still she couldn't help but get this nagging feeling that something was still off about this particular majin. The stranger explains that it was her first time piloting a ship, which certainly explains the near crash that Moire had witnessed earlier, all after commenting on the fact that she was pretty. She glances to the side, blushing a bit, wondering to herself why people mention it so frequently. It ultimately mattered little, as it seems that this bubbly little majin was at least physically fine.
Then she mentions cosplay. At this, Moire raised an eyebrow, looking at the yellow majin curiously, not entirely getting what she's suggesting. "Cosplay? What's a cosplay?" Her own knowledge of the more intricate parts of mortal culture, let alone human culture was still rather foreign to Moire. "And as for where I come from, I am from that damned Land of the Kais. I don't suppose you were created there yourself, in all likelihood." At least she was dealing with one of the more inquisitive majins rather than one that'll likely want to tear her apart to add her power to theirs, so that was a bonus.
Even still, what was this majin going on about being a sibling? Kin, Moire can understand, they were both majins after all, but siblings? As far as Moire knew, she was the only one of her kind created in the Land of the Kais over two centuries ago, so what was she talking about? "Shinx? Who's this Shinx? And we may be kin, but sibling? Sister? I'd think I'd know if I had a sister, and I was the only one of my kind," Moire fired back, not letting that little detail slip. Every time that the yellow majin, who's name was apparently Meri, would open her mouth, it would only lead to more and more questions. This Shinx is apparently some majin creator hanging about on Konats, and that there's a... Birthday party soon?
"... The name's Majin Moire," She answers back, her eyes narrowing a bit. Moire ultimately lets her defenses down, starting to put a few pieces together in her mind as to what may be going on here.
Post by Majin Meringue on Apr 10, 2024 21:46:22 GMT -5
Moire's knowledge, or the lack thereof, was extremely perplexing for Meri. To someone like her whose lifeblood was almost solely centered around pop culture, the prospect of someone not knowing about something as common as cosplays was astounding. The tubby Biomajin did her due diligence and explained the term to Moire with a know-it-all pride hanging in her tone. "A coshplay ish eshenshially a coshtume of a character coming from a pieshe of meshia like a shtory or a movie." She gave her elder's headwear a cursory glance. "Dish hat of yoursh looksh like a wish's hat! Shpooky mashic and all that, hehehe." Unbeknownst to Meri, this analogy was VERY close to reality. If only she had known that an arcanist stood before her...
"The Land of the Kaish..." Meri muttered, scratching her chin pensively with her eyes darting up to stare at the clouds. "I dunno about that plashe, sowwy." Seemed like this bespectacled nerd also lacked some rather common knowledge. Instead of being about the hobby culture of civilized worlds, however, it was a much more significant subject: The cosmology of the universe and the celestial and infernal beings attached to it. Like, she knew about demons from movies and comics, of course, but the likes of onis and kais were totally outlandish concepts to her.
"Mh..." Meri pouted, dissatisfied but also recognizing the truthfulness behind Moire's rhetoric string of questions: She was made from another cloth and, by extension, they weren't siblings. "Sheems like I wash mishtaken; you ish nawt one of Shinx's creashions..." A little puff of steam came out from the headticle holes of Meri's pigtails. She was extremely bothered and she was uncertain as to why - was it because they weren't siblings or it was it because she ignored who the illustrious Jinx was? Instead of wallowing deeper into her burgeoning frustration, the Biomajin exhaled before educating Moire about her creator. "Shinx ish my creator, mum, and she is ish the oldesht Mashin of ALL hishtory." Meri stated with utmost conviction and a wide grin. "Like, your enershy ish a yummy and powahful 10/10, but Shinx's enershy ish a 12/10 of leshend! She is SHO goddamn shtrong and she knowsh her way around the old mashicks..." Moire was most likely a prodigy -even amongst Majins- but Jinx was simply THE REAL DEAL, or at least is what all that gushing about her implied.
Meringue was reminded about her manners and gave Moire a dignified levitating curtsy with her chubby legs criss-crossed. "A pleashure to meet chu, Mashin Poire... p-p-poi..." Meringue pursed her lips and frowned. She tried again. "MASHIN MOOOOOIRE!" Meringue focused her gaze toward the vast and ancient structure nearby. "Sho... ish it chur temple? Wanted to inveshtigate it and all shince the arshitecture ish unlike anyfing I've ever sheen befoh!" Like a moth drawn to a flame, Meri began levitating toward the entrance, her tail moving left and right in a clockwork motion of studious excitement.
PL: 53,000 (Meringue is in her Base form.) UT used: Ki Flight KP: 6/6 - MP: 0/6 - HP: 000/250
Post by Majin Moire on Apr 13, 2024 18:43:21 GMT -5
Moire was listening as carefully as she could, making sure to best decipher what Meri was saying to her. From what she was gathering, it only made her raise her brow even more. Her explanation of a cosplay essentially reveals that the yellow majin thought that Moire was merely dressing up as some sort of witch rather than being the actual thing, causing her to glare at her a bit. "This is no mere cosplay, Meri. This... Is my attire that I've worn for some time now, ever since I first achieved this level of power and magical prowess. I hope you don't mean to insult me by insinuating that I'm merely just taking after the image of another."
As Moire had anticipated, Meri had little clue as to what the Land of the Kais even are. Moire wasn't even sure if the general populace is even aware of such a place anyways. "It would perhaps be best that you do not visit. The shinjin and kais there are... wary." Moire couldn't help but frown a bit after uttering that sentence, being all too familiar with what had happened to her over a hundred years ago. Now, though, she's trying to move past all of that. She has other things to worry about in the first place.
This Shinx, however, was starting to peak Moire's interest. Despite Meri's mistake, she at least recognizes that Moire isn't a sibling of hers, but still goes on about the supposed power of her mother creator majin, this Shinx, and her powerful magic. Magic... Moire rubs her chin in deep thought. None of her magic has been able to rid her of whatever ails her body, the curse of that damned shinjin coursing through her body, forcing her to commit attempted murder out of seemingly nowhere... But perhaps someone else could. Moire's eyes roll up towards the sky as she keeps thinking, remembering that Meri mentioned something about Konats earlier... Is that where this Shinx is?
Her thoughts were severed when Meri yells out her name, startling her a bit as she looks right at the yellow majin once more. "Uh... Y-Yeah, a pleasure to meet you too, Meri." Their attention soon turns back towards the stone structure, the reason Moire stopped here in the first place. Slowly following behind, Moire begins to explain to Meri, "No, this isn't my temple. I've seen one of these in Korin Forest before, and now there's one here as well. I figure that something may lie inside... An artifact."
Post by Majin Meringue on Apr 13, 2024 19:30:39 GMT -5
That more severe glare coming from Moire sent a shiver running down Meringue's spine. Apparently, the Majin arcanist didn't take kindly to the insinuation that she was a mere poser, a faux-witch without any sort of the prowess expected from a real one. The Biomajin made haste at correcting herself by blurting out a rather panicked apology. "I'M SHO SHOWWY!" She shook her head and crossed her arms together. "Ish nawt an inshult, I shwear! Coshplayers are sheen ash artishts! The fact chur coshtume wash able to dupe me ish a teshtimony to itch authentishity! Sho cool..." Majin witches were not a sight that Meringue expected to see on Earth, so the fact she was in the presence of one urged a certain respect - she wouldn't want to be turned into a frog or worse!
Moire followed-up on Meringue's confession about her lack of familiarity with the Land of the Kais by explaining... functionally nothing about it, actually. The pink magical being merely issued a recommendation to avoid the place. Apparently, it had something to do with its denizens. "I undershtand..." Meringue didn't really knew if Moire was telling the truth, but her facial expression made it somewhat obvious that she had some kind of underlying issue with the denizens of the Kai Realm. The chubby blob of yellow didn't inquire further and simply allowed Moire to be lost in thought before they eventually began making their way to the stone structure.
"Kowin Foresht?" This was unironically a name that Moire was semi-familiar with; the titular heroine of "Blueberry Man & Lava Girl", her favorite comic book series originated from there! It was some kind of mystical land with great volcanoes and ancient reptilian beings as old as Earth itself, or at least it is what the wrongful belief imparted upon Meringue by the author's romanticization of the setting. "Sho dish arshtifact will be mashical, then? Sho cool! Mashin Mewi and Mashin P-... MoiRe go on an advenshure." They moved past the great stony portal, advancing deeper into the bowels of the ancient structure. "Sho dark..." Meringue opened a palm and began channeling energy to it, multicolored swirls of ki coalescing at its epicenter into an orb of shimmering energy that flickered between the colors of a rainbow. "Twead cawfully, Moire; dish plashes awe widdled wif twaps." Which is exactly why the Biomajin remained aloft, her handheld orb of kaleidoscopic light acting as a guiding beacon - nevermind the fact that Meri had absolutely no ideas where she was actually leading her companion.
PL: 53,000 (Meringue is in her Base form.) UT used: Ki Flight KP: 6/6 - MP: 0/6 - HP: 000/250
Post by Majin Moire on Apr 19, 2024 19:00:05 GMT -5
The glare that Moire gave to Meri seemed to have startled her severely, even getting to the point of making her panic a bit, profusely apologizing to her. Her sharp eyes keep themselves trained on the yellow majin until Moire let's out a sigh, closes her eyes and mentions, "It's fine... It's clear that you just didn't know. Do take this as a lesson to not judge others based merely on appearance. Perhaps I could've been this... 'cosplayer' you speak of." At the very least, Meri was more than convinced that Moire herself possessed true power, and that was more than enough for the purple majin. Still, Meri needs to be wary with even Moire herself. After all, Moire doesn't have full control of her body just yet... That shinjin's influence still plagues her...
Moving onwards, Meri also seems to understand Moire's warning about the shinjin and kai, and how they are not to be trifled with. Of course, Moire didn't know what all of them were like, but she got a good idea of what the shinjin she grew up with were like if they were so willing to stab her in the back. "I've spotted a few of them before, here in these mortal realms. You would do well to stay wary around them, else you may fall victim to one of their 'grand divine plans.'" Moire mentions, using air quotes to further mock them before rolling her eyes.
At least Meri was somewhat familiar with Korin Forest, another thing that she wouldn't have to explain to her, at least, she wouldn't think so. Meri almost seemed rather excited at the prospect of searching for this artifact within the temple, bouncing ahead as Moire was quick to follow. As the yellow majin moves through the corridors, she warns Moire to watch out for any potential traps. At that moment, Moire's foot lands on top of a pressure plate, and a sudden barrage of ancient arrows shoot out from the wall in front and behind the two. One such arrow pierced the side of Moire's head, partially exiting the other side before getting stuck.
"Pah..." Moire mutters to herself. As soon as the arrows stopped flying, Moire grabs onto the end of the arrow and pulls the whole thing right out of her head before snapping it with two of her fingers. "For mere mortals that would prove to be fatal..."
Post by Majin Meringue on Apr 20, 2024 14:26:11 GMT -5
It was a bit sad that Moire thought that Meri was judgmental when all she wanted to do was to compliment the uniqueness of her cos- her apparel. Maybe there was a lesson to be drawn from this situation: Just like the Majin arcanist said, not judging a book by its cover was good practice. The Biomajin was lucky that she found someone as understanding as Moire! What if the person who she stumbled across had been ill-intentioned? Meri could only shiver when thinking about it, especially given the rift in power between herself and the pink Majin... At least now she'd be careful around strangers and these Shinjins with their so-called "grand divine plans".
Speaking of being careful, this time around, it is Moire who should have heeded the warning from her yellow partner! Indeed, she carelessly laid foot atop a pressure plate. Its quasi-imperceptible click was the only thing that heralded the ensuing barrage of javelin-like arrows. Not used to the many advantages provided by her unique physiology, Meringue's eyes widened with fears as the sharp metallic points of the projectiles drove forward to skewer the two lasses. "AAAAAAH!" Out of sheer reflexes of self-preservation, Meri expeditiously squished herself into a pancake. She who used to be all tubby and curvy was nothing more than a yellow disc with two googly eyes and pigtails protruding out from its flat surface. "You oak to be moar caweful, Poire..." Said Meringue before returning to her normal body shape with a springing motion coming alongside a squelch.
"OH NU!" A look given above her shoulder was all it took to notice how her companion casually pulled an arrow out of her head before downplaying the lethality of such an object. It went without saying that Meringue overreacted, the void-like sclera of her eyes becoming blurred with a sudden surge of tears that poured out from her ducts like waterfalls. "P- MOOOOOOOOOOIRE!!!" She rushed to Moire's "rescue", checking up on her state by darting around her head like an obnoxious fly before giving her diagnosis. "Dish ish shooo bad..." What did mortals do when one of their peers was ridden with an ailment already? "OH!" Meringue produced a capsule from one of the pockets of her qipao, activating it with a press of a button to reveal a pastel pink first aid kit. "Lesh she here..." She popped it open to retrieve a scarf and a chocolate bar.
"I beshtow upon thee a shcarf of couwage and a choccy of shtamina!" The former was wrapped around Moire's head like a bandana while the latter was shoved between the plump of her lips - provided she didn't blast Meringue away, of course.
Meringue's whimsy was simply... out of this world. At least now she was smiling with a big dental grin displaying her braces.
PL: 53,000 (Meringue is in her Base form.)
Notes: Meringue uses her Majin Physiology UT to shapeshift into a disc before returning to her normal shape. UT used: Ki Flight & Majin Physiology KP: 6/6 - MP: 0/6 - HP: 000/250
Post by Majin Moire on Apr 22, 2024 18:01:23 GMT -5
While Moire wasn't exactly lucky when it came to the incoming barrage of arrows, Meri seemed to have successfully navigated around each and every arrow that came her way, narrowly avoiding being pierced. While Moire was moreso avoiding the shots by just maneuvering her body around, the yellow majin changed her shape to the point of becoming an almost flat disk, something that the purple majin likely should've considered doing, at least, if she cared so much about the arrows themselves. As they were just ordinary arrows, Moire didn't have anything to worry about due to her majin regeneration, but it certainly gave Meri a bit of a scare when she came back from her disk form.
Meri was moving all around her body, Moire raising her brow in confusion as to what the fuss was all about as the wound was completely healed by then. She discards the remnants of the arrow as Meri finally begins to calm down a bit. "I'm fine, Meri, there's nothing that you need to-" Moire wouldn't finish her sentence as the yellow majin grabs something out of a capsule and begins wrapping some cloth around her head, "Just what do you think you-" Once more Moire was interrupted as something was shoved right into her mouth, muffling her. It only took a single lick for her to realize that it was none other than chocolate. She grabs hold of the bar, shoves the rest of it into her mouth while peeling the wrapper away.
She chomps down on the chocolate and drops the wrapper, back a bit away from Meri. "Meri, please, I'm fine, let's just... Just keep going." Moire's brow furrows as she moves past the yellow majin, traversing deeper into the temple, at least, up until she comes across a stone door blocking their way forward.
Post by Majin Meringue on Apr 22, 2024 20:38:33 GMT -5
Meringue took each little step toward befriending Moire with absolute glee! The fact that she accepted the chocolate was a great sign that the two of them were growing closer, or was it? The bubbly Biomajin didn't listen to her acquaintance's warnings pertaining to her personal space, so it is with rather noticeable grumpiness that Moire furrowed her brow and walked past Meri.
"Uh oh..." Meringue scratched the back of her head awkwardly, feeling a bit ashamed by her lack of tact. Was Moire upset? It was more likely than not the case. Meringue desperately wanted to profusely apologize, to prostrate herself and shed all the crocodile tears that her body had to offer. Yet, she didn't, for she somehow got the cue that Moire needed a bit of breathing room. After a deep breath exhaled to empty her mind from all overwhelming thoughts, Meri followed after Moire, her tail rotating above her head like a rotor to keep her aloft. "Oki! Ish on meh way..."
They came across a hurdle that took the form of a stone door. "The pashage ish blucked!" The nerdy blob of yellow stated the obvious before making a landing next to Moire. She hurried herself to analyze the portal blocking their way by readjusting her glasses to better read the cuneiforms inscribed on the large stony surface of the gate. "I... dunno what dosh mean, P- Moire. It wool be a cryin shame to deshtroy dish shtructure, though." Wanting to try something, Meringue's body began to ripple, collapsing on itself in a slowly melting mess. Spectacles and clothes alike became homogeneous with her lemon-colored skin, shifting into a featureless puddle of yellow that began to creep toward the door. If there was any gap below, around, or above the ornate doorway, no matter how small, Meringue was going to force her way through.
Provided that she succeeded, Meringue would have waited at the other side of the door for Moire to follow with a big grin at the ready for her. She wanted to prove herself, to show Moire that she wasn't just a socially awkward, clingy chatterbox!
PL: 53,000 (Meringue is in her Base form.)
Notes: Meringue uses her Majin Physiology UT to shapeshift into a puddle before returning to her normal shape. UT used: Ki Flight & Majin Physiology KP: 6/6 - MP: 0/6 - HP: 000/250
Post by Majin Moire on Apr 24, 2024 19:22:47 GMT -5
Never has Moire come across such an... Interesting traveling companion before, Meri proving herself to be quite the... Well, Moire wasn't entirely sure how to describe the yellow majin and her behavior. All that matters is that she gets the message and that the two can proceed further into the temple, at least, right up until Moire comes across the stone door, stopping the duo in their tracks. The purple majin rubs her chin, thinking if there is some sort of puzzle that's involved with this door, or if there's a switch somewhere to open it, or... Maybe...
Moire turns back to Meri, who had caught up and is slowly landing back on the ground after spinning her tail around. As Meri begins to examine the door, Moire will take a moment to take a look around herself, creating a ball of purple ki in her hand and shining the light all around, keeping an eye out for any sort of possible clue as to how to open this. There wasn't a puzzle in sight, and as far as the purple majin knew, there wasn't a switch anywhere nearby that would open up the structure. It seems like this sort of doorway would prove to be impassable, at least, for any ordinary mortal.
She turns back to the door, with Meri disappearing underneath the door already at this point. She glances around, wondering just where exactly she went before shrugging, taking the ki ball and aiming it right at the door. If there was no puzzle to solve, and no lever to open the doorway, then she'll just have to make her very own entrance. Moire fires off a serries of ki blasts at the ancient stone door, punching away more and more rock until the blasts started going through, leaving behind a ruined door, plenty of dust floating in the air, and debris littering the ancient floor tiles.
Through the smoke cloud Moire steps through, brushing the dust off of her coat as she looks around, spotting Meri looking like a puddle before shrugging. "Well, that's one way to get around such a door. At least we won't have to worry about going underneath when we make our return trip," Moire remarks before creating another ball of ki and proceeding. "Do stay close, I'm certain that we're almost there." While Moire traveled deeper into the temple, the purple majin glances back behind her and questions, "What exactly brought you here to this planet in the first place? I presume it isn't just for exploring ancient ruins and finding buried treasure."
Post by Majin Meringue on Apr 25, 2024 17:07:08 GMT -5
Once again, Moire did not listen to Meringue's words and decided to blast her way through the door instead of using a methodology kinder to this piece of cultural heritage. The Biomajin felt a prickle against the back of her neck - a warning issued by her senses to make her aware of her partner's ki blasts. "!!!" The wide-smiled blob of yellow moved out of the way as the structure began to rattle under the projectile's yoke, lest she'd get clobbered by debris flying right where she stood: At the other end of the gate.
Meringue reformed into a more humanoid whole, exiting her puddle state. "HEY, BE WASHFUL!" Little puffs of steam escaped the many holes riddling one of her headticles, and her visage became partially red like a cartoonish tea kettle finally reaching the point of ebullition. The malcontent pudgy gal crossed her arms and pouted, looking down at the settling debris with a semi-melancholic gaze. "Sho shad... a cultuwal monument, fowevar losht... " Was it worth it to get so upset for a mere door? Maybe it was more show than substance; being beckoned to follow close prompted a nod from the nerdy Biomajin who made haste at following her partner's footsteps. "Hmph, Poire a booli..." She grumpily muttered while averting her eyes and lifting up her nose -or the lack thereof- in an indignant display.
The angst subsided entirely when she was asked about her own interests, or rather a question opening the FLOODGATES to endlessly prattle about them. Being the hyper fixated pop culture connoisseur, Meringue practically lashed out on the opportunity to explain to Moire the VERY important reasons behind her visit to Earth. "Sho glad chu ashked, Moire!" She clasped her hands together and jubilantly swished her upper body about from left to right as she gamboled behind her acquaintance soon-to-be best-friend-totally-not-her-only-friend. "I wash achtually heading toward Easht Shity! They gosht all the shopping shenters for all the mershandishes!" Wordly wants was the reason, uh? Yes, but Meringue's desired acquisitions were catered toward a more specific niche. Quickly, she moved ahead of Moire to face her while backward walking. "SHE?!?" She whipped out one of her favorite comics from one of the sleeves of her changpao. It was titled "The Witch of Hemlock: Issue #7" and the cover she flashed had a character whose paraphernalia was vaguely reminiscent of Moire's - could she possibly be the "coshplay" that caused confusion when they met? "I luv comicsh and bideo games! Erf ish full of them, sho I figured I c-" During her reverse walk, Meringue stepped on a pressure plate.
CLICK
The tile she was on rumbled. It was about to violently spring upward to pincer Meri against the ceiling for quite the crushing wake-up call!
Post by Majin Moire on May 13, 2024 16:38:03 GMT -5
As Moire crosses the threshold and right into the next chamber, she looks right at the newly reformed Meri, who wasn't all too pleased about how Moire was treating this place so far, not that Moire particularly cared all too much. Sure, there may be some humans who would care about such an old, abandoned place, but Moire's fairly certain that they'd still be interested in looking over the rubble, and besides, she's only here for one thing and one thing only. If this door was going to get in her way, then so be it. "Archaeologists can have fun with the rocks for all I care, I'm just here for what's at the end."
The purple majin couldn't help but raise a brow upon the mention that she was a 'booli,' whatever that was supposed to mean. Her eyes narrow a bit before turning to face her again, though cracking a small smile and responding, "Oh trust me, I can be far nastier than that if need be." She snickers a bit before turning back around and continuing onward, Meri soon got to answering Moire's questions, mentioning that she came here to originally visit East City, and even wanted to show Moire something. Upon closer inspection, it appears to be a comic book, or some kind of graphic novel, or whatever combination of words these earthlings use to describe picture books, but she also couldn't help but notice that the outfit that the woman on the front was wearing looked at least vaguely familiar...
That's when Moire stands at full attention, hearing a click and looking down at Meri's feet, spotting that one foot was far lower than the other now. Eyes widening a bit, Moire grabs hold of the yellow majin and yanks her away from the plate, with the floor suddenly climbing up until it crashes right into the ceiling. Thankfully she managed to pull Meri out of the way in the nick of time, not that it would've harmed her or anything like that. Moire sighs before looking right into Meri's gaze, mentioning, "Perhaps one should be watching their step when they're moving through a temple."
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