Post by Kronos 'Aspara Arti' on Jul 26, 2024 7:36:04 GMT -5
Despite how much his words oozed with enthusiasm, Kronos couldn't have been less confident in their own monologue, shaking with nervousness in the seconds after he'd finished speaking. It'd take a miracle for anything he said to be helpful, but there wasn't much he could do but wait for their reaction; this caused him so much anxiety that they didn't even notice his whisper! Yet against all odds, Yogu didn't seem offended. In fact, unless they were dreaming, they were raising their arms to hug him! Sure, their chest seemed a little pained, but--
"Fuckin' bullshit...You wanna know what I see?"
The pit of despair that appeared in the Saiyan's stomach, technically speaking, wasn't new. He'd spent too many days on Planet Plant waking up to laser blasts and massive explosions for this sort of dread to be novel. Even sticking to more recent events, Kronos hadn't quite forgotten how he felt at Central City: the power levels he'd felt were so strong that day that they almost made him run....but none of these experiences inoculated him against this. It barely got easier when it was something he was 'used' to, but this? His friend being possessed mid-hug with a vice grip on their shoulder?
He still wasn't running.
Sure, this decision wasn't spurred entirely by heroics: he couldn't fathom taking their eyes off Possessed-Yogu, and the Konatsian in question was holding them rather tightly. Yet even with these caveats, the Saiyan managed to look at Monster right in their eyes. There were so many things he wanted to say, so many thoughts whizzing by him as the speech drew closer and closer to it's end, yet the boy remained silent: every last bit of strength went into resisting the immense fright creeping up their soul. Eventually, a crimson-red orb of ki formed in front of the Saiyan, and for a split second, Kronos realized he was about to fucking die. He didn't shout or scream or even yell, gasping breathlessly at what was almost certain death.
Yet only a moment later, Kronos remembered who he was, and an even brighter energy sphere exploded into Kronos's right hand, a brilliant blue to counter Monster's red. With nothing left to lose, he found the strength to speak and more importantly, grin. "So will this, you fuckin' loser. Get--"
"Fuckin' bullshit...You wanna know what I see?"
The pit of despair that appeared in the Saiyan's stomach, technically speaking, wasn't new. He'd spent too many days on Planet Plant waking up to laser blasts and massive explosions for this sort of dread to be novel. Even sticking to more recent events, Kronos hadn't quite forgotten how he felt at Central City: the power levels he'd felt were so strong that day that they almost made him run....but none of these experiences inoculated him against this. It barely got easier when it was something he was 'used' to, but this? His friend being possessed mid-hug with a vice grip on their shoulder?
He still wasn't running.
Sure, this decision wasn't spurred entirely by heroics: he couldn't fathom taking their eyes off Possessed-Yogu, and the Konatsian in question was holding them rather tightly. Yet even with these caveats, the Saiyan managed to look at Monster right in their eyes. There were so many things he wanted to say, so many thoughts whizzing by him as the speech drew closer and closer to it's end, yet the boy remained silent: every last bit of strength went into resisting the immense fright creeping up their soul. Eventually, a crimson-red orb of ki formed in front of the Saiyan, and for a split second, Kronos realized he was about to fucking die. He didn't shout or scream or even yell, gasping breathlessly at what was almost certain death.
Yet only a moment later, Kronos remembered who he was, and an even brighter energy sphere exploded into Kronos's right hand, a brilliant blue to counter Monster's red. With nothing left to lose, he found the strength to speak and more importantly, grin. "So will this, you fuckin' loser. Get--"
"--bent?!"
Before either of their attacks were fired, the Earthling was suddenly sprayed across the ground, totally unconscious. Kronos was so mystified that what should've been hilarious was instead mortifying. Was this just another ploy from the demon to--
'...holy shit, it was that fucking can, wasn't it. He's actually back.'
So great was the relief Kronos felt that once Yogu started talking, the teenager collapsed, momentarily stunned by the sheer luck they'd just experienced. "Ya...ya really don't remember any of that?" he asked with a hint of disgust. "This isn't a joke! You almost fucking killed me, dude! You were about to--"
"Ugh, no!" Kronos said, stopping their own rant with a sigh. "That's not fair to ya, Yogu." The sheer shock and anger from Monster's speech had temporarily gotten the better of Kronos, but the teenager didn't quite forget that Monster and Yogu were two different people--and neither had they forgotten their speech, either. "I think your demon half took over for a bit. Said some really nasty and depressing stuff. I dunno if it can hear me right now, but if it can--"
"--eat shit, dork. The Tuffles aren't some sweet little pacifists; they wreck just as much havoc as the Saiyans. I'm a hero 'cause I wanna be and I choose to be, got that? Even if you killed me right then and there, I'd have Yogu to remember it--and seeing as he's one of the coolest damn guys I know, that's more than enough for me to die happy! Besides, if words were so useless, ya wouldn't kill me for speaking to Yogu, now would ya? Now stay in your little hole and count the days until I figure out a demon-extraction machine!"
With their impassioned rebuttal hopefully heard, the teenager refocused back on Real-Yogu. "And as for you..."
"...ya should've told me earlier about Monster." Though the teenager's voice still held a lot of annoyance, it was remarkably kind, too. "I get it: that's a lot easier to say than actually do. But people have gotta know what's coming so that they're not caught off-guard, yeah? Plus, hidin' it from people makes ya harder to trust. Which sucks, 'cause you're a person everyone would wanna trust."
He walked towards Yogu with a weak, but genuine smile, offering a hand to the halfling. "No more secrets, alright? I'm still not gonna take back the invitation to the Teens of Tomorrow, so you better be more honest. I know ya probably don't feel very superhero-y after what I just said, but..."
"...your little demon got one thing right in their speech. We're pretty damn similar. So I know how ya feel, and I'm gonna get ya out of it. As a hero and as a friend. 'Kay?"
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