Sweet Dreams

Rhuba shifted his gaze back and forth between the android and his sketch, diligently capturing her movements on paper as they played. Her hand movements were foreign to him, a dance of fingers across strings that produced a peculiar rhythm. Her voice, too, held a musical quality, aligning with the rhythm they coaxed from her instrument. As her melodic words reached his ears, a shiver traced down his spine, prompting him to pause his sketching and lift his gaze to meet hers.

Rhuba couldn't shake the bewilderment at the music he had just heard. Saiyans had their own brand of crude music, and while he had encountered snippets of galactic tunes through busted speakers in taverns, nothing compared to this ethereal melody.

Meanwhile, the ice cream-like substance continued to accumulate on his shoulders and hair, yet the android remained unfazed by his presence, which emboldened him to inquire further. While they talked, he put away his journal, just soaking in the melodic words that seemed to match her accompanying instrument. As they concluded her melodic speech, Rhuba's tail whipped excitedly behind him as he responded, as he vaguely attempted to project an air of nonchalance. "I just drew you as I see you," he stated, though his attempt at sounding cool may have fallen somewhat short. Landing finally in the icy dessert, his shoes instantly soaked, but being accustomed to the harsh conditions of his previous lives, he paid it no mind.

Expressing his desire to emulate her skill, he extended his hand tentatively toward the guitar, despite the distance between them, more of a symbolic gesture than an actual attempt to reach it. "How?" he inquired, taking a cautious step forward, the ground making a loud crunching sound beneath his feet. Rhuba knew this might be a hard to master technique, as the movements they made were foreign to him, but he wanted to learn. The other party that had arrived went unnoticed by Rhuba, as his sole focus was on the music and the Android.

Rhuba enters!

WC:   312
TWC: 786

Base PL: 34,088

HP: 0%/250% (+-0%)

KP: 6/6 (+0)
MP: 0/6 (+0)

Traits: Saiyan Pride (Inactive) | Burning Ki (Unused) | Combat Learning | Ki Sensing | Flight
Items: Battle Armor (Unused) | Battle Liner (Unused)

The blast which would have ripped through the weaker girl who had came on the scene had Chord not jumped in the way of the blast. The fact that they was able to boost her power to at least take his blast made him impressed. Most Saiyans he had met on Plant aside from a few would have not been left standing after such an attack. Though the damage was apparent, the mistake Chord would have made is approaching Rhuba yelling at him, then threatening him.

The whole time they yelled, he cocked his head as he didn't realize why they had even gotten upset at him. The moment they wagged her threat at him, his ears perked, twitching at the words. His face darkened, his thoughts swirling around the threat. ^"Buh-" he started the word, and even though Chord had walked closer to Rhuba, he took a step forward using his new form's speed, he had made up the distance in a fraction of a second, now standing before Chord. The ice cream that had been in the close vicinity blew off the ground, revealing the candy ground beneath the two. Rhuba's 6'1" frame didn't cause him to tower over her, but the position he stood in, it might have looked like it. _"Last?" disjointed parts of a single word, rang out from his mouth with a distorted sound to it, as if the ki enveloping Rhuba modulated it.

"Me ... ?" Rhuba's expression was blank, empty, devoid of his earlier playful and joking exterior. Rhuba rose his hand up, a huge amount of ki boiled around it. It was almost like he had poured all his ki into his hand. The outstretched hand, if Chord had not moved, would have been less than a foot from her chest. Just as Rhuba snapped his fingers, the aura around him dissipated and a frown overtook his face. Rhuba's transformation had ended, and he retracted his hand, now leaning back as if he had just been extremely annoyed.

"You do not find it strange that we are on a candy mountain and this person approaches us holding a giant weapon?" He asked, the anger and fire in his eyes from the past threat slowly fading as he sighed. "I didn't sense anything from them when I attacked though..." he grumbled to himself as he began to unfold the scene in his mind again. The trident-woman had put her weapon between the blast and her, right before Chord blew herself up defending her. It was either an instinct to defend herself with the nearest thing, or her weapon was important, Rhuba had no idea which was the case.

"Are you an assassin, woman?" he looked past Chord and to the trident-woman, his jovial attitude began leaking through again, it played out in his tone toward her. A stark contrast from his recent outburst, showing that he had no qualms attempting to end either of their lives. Perhaps when he had stopped his last attack from going off, he had shown some sign of caring, though that was yet to be seen. Unfortunately for Rhuba, no one knew the circumstances that caused him to be the way that he was. Most that even found it didn't care at that point either, as he had generally pissed them off at that point.

Depending on the answer of the Trident wielding small woman, he'd go back to being how he was before he had turned on Tunic.

Rhuba is no longer Wrathful!

WC:   575
TWC: 1,662

Base PL: 34,088

HP: 0%/250% (+-0%)

KP: 4/6 (+2)
MP: 1/6 (+0)

Traits: Saiyan Pride (Inactive) | Burning Ki (Unused) | Combat Learning | Ki Sensing | Flight
Items: Battle Armor (Unused) | Battle Liner (Unused)