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Sweet Dreams Apr 13, 2024 6:51:52 GMT -5

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Post by Rhuba on Apr 13, 2024 6:51:52 GMT -5

Rhuba kept a close eye on the trident-girl, she was already spooked by him and to him, she still wasn't in the clear. Though for the other stranger, the musician, he has created an exception for. Though that sounds like a prestigious and limited title, it was not. Just as Chord began to play, Rhuba realized why he had made the exception: she was interesting to him. For Rhuba it was always that simple, if you were interesting to him you were given a bit more respect than strangers who weren't interesting. While the previous thought crossed his mind, he glanced at Tunic.

As Chord said they'd play for them again, Rhuba clapped his hands, blowing away a spot for him to sit, the ice cream snow whipping up in all directions, luckily only a few specks went toward Chord or Tunic. Rhuba then surveyed the ground while spinning around, like a dog, his eyes scanning the ground to find the perfect place to sit. Finally plopping down facing toward Chord, he began listening to music he's never heard made from sounds he's never heard coming from an instrument he has never heard nor seen before.

While he listened, he let the ice cream snow wash over him. It wasn't very often Rhuba would meditate, surprisingly still that he was taught how to do it based on how he acted. For him, this brought him to that feelings, as if everything melted away. Not only did he enjoy the feeling, he wanted to learn how to cause this feeling himself. Feeling the song take him away, he pulled up the hood on his hoodie and just as everything melted away, Rhuba become vulnerable briefly as he began to hear the background singer Chord would later mention.

Without even realizing it, Rhuba's knee was bouncing to the beat as they started. As Chord mentioned the background singer, Rhuba's tail whipped excitedly. "I think so."

WC: 323
TWC: 2,315

Base PL: 34,088

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

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

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

Last Edit: Apr 22, 2024 11:54:24 GMT -5 by Rhuba

Chord
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Sweet Dreams Apr 17, 2024 2:10:05 GMT -5

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Post by Chord on Apr 17, 2024 2:10:05 GMT -5

Chord noted the tense air between the two of them. Rhuba and Tunic, that was. After all, how couldn't they? He'd just attempted to blow her away into cosmic dust with a sudden blast of Ki, and now Chord was one arm down because of that. It didn't seem to bother them all that much in the long run, however. Their fingers slammed and hammered on the strings with practice finesse, though they'd suddenly stop. It seemed they were just warming up, seeing if they still had it in them to get a jaunty tune going, and they couldn't help but to smugly smirk as they confimed that exact question. Indeed they did, how couldn't they? They were the best musician they knew, after all.

Soon, another tune began. A more lighthearted one, as their eyes would trace across the two who intently listened to their playing. The Android would clear their throat, even though they didn't need to. Always one for theatrics, after all, and then they'd begin to sing!

"♪ To the mount of Frappuccino rode a stranger one fine day~

Didn't talk to folks around him, didn't have too much to saaaay~

No one dared to ask his business, no-one dared to make the slip~

For the stranger there among them had a big tail 'round his hip~

Big tail 'round his hiii-iiii-iip~ ♫"

Chord grinned as they played, swaying their head from left-to-right as their raspy, androgynous voice took a softer, more feminine tone. Their singing voice, apparently, sing-songy as the rest of their usual speech. They likely wouldn't say that they were the best singer around, as they already had too inflated of an ego for their guitar-playing skills, but it couldn't be argued that it was at the very least rather pleasant to listen to them. They sounded practiced, though it was likely the kind of practice you get from singing out loud in your room when you think nobody is listening.

They smiled up to the two of them, as if urging them to lighten up. An attempted homicide shouldn't be all it takes to ruin the mood of the scene, though they couldn't exactly blame Tunic for being more inward and quiet right now, but they still shifted and scooched over closer to her regardless, nudging her with their shoulder as they'd sing, as though to say 'lighten up'! They hoped their bardic prowess was good enough for that, at the very least.

WC: 409
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Base PL: 24,000
HP: 84/270%
KP: 6/6
MP: 4/6 > 5/6

Traits: OVERDRIVE, LOCKED AND LOADED, STEEL SKIN, IMPOSSIBLE RECOVERY, MIMICRY

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Minion Forms: Mithril Seiryū (x4), Orichalcum Genbu (x5)

Minion PL: 5
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Sweet Dreams Apr 17, 2024 19:05:05 GMT -5

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Post by Tunic on Apr 17, 2024 19:05:05 GMT -5

NOTE: Himnabrjótur's ANTISENSE is active!

With slow breaths, Tunic would ease herself into a comfortable position. Leaning her head against the trident as she let her surroundings and the sounds there within lull her in those moments. It reminded her of the quieter days between training days with her parents. Looking back on them, they felt so far away now, but the memories of them were enough at times.. even if they brought a tear or two to her eyes like they were now. Keeping her sorrow to herself Tunic would keep quiet and wait for Chord so she could finally hear the musician play.

"Perhaps I should check on the Lady...", Johnathan would say to himself as he looked at the watch on his wrist. He knew he would need to start giving her more space if he or the others at the manor wanted her to grow into a proper head of the estate. But he had also made a promise to her mother to not let the girl get in over her head. Climbing once more from the vehicle the elderly butler would make his way up the mountain, retreading the prior path he and Tunic had taken prior when she head the initial sounds.

He too would be guided there by an unexpected sound as music, this time paired with a voice, led him to the clearing, where he saw the young master leaning against Himnabrjótur which was implanted into the ground. His muscles would tense for a moment as he readied himself to lay into the others. But there was something peaceful about how Tunic was lying there that eased the old man's frustrations some.

"I will wait here then.", the butler would speak softly and quietly, watching the young woman that was his ward. Before turning his eyes to watch the other two carefully.

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Rhuba
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Sweet Dreams Apr 22, 2024 12:08:46 GMT -5

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Post by Rhuba on Apr 22, 2024 12:08:46 GMT -5

Rhuba began to enjoy the song, but in his peripheral he could sense the other individual come toward them. This began to ruin his experience in the song as he saw the newcomer look at him judgingly. Thinking on his last encounter, he ruffled his brow. The two of them seemed to enjoy the song, but the look of the man who seemed to stare at Rhuba judgingly began to bother him. Standing up, he brushed off his pants and smiled at Chord and Tunic. The next moment he glanced at the Butler who had came on the scene, he couldn't sit here without asking who the new person is.

Using Lightspeed, he activated his ability that enhanced his speed greatly, leaving an afterimage in his last location, he was now in front of the butler who had just recently stared at him judgingly. "Is this one an assassin?" Rhuba asked loudly, almost as if he was asking if this was a pet or a pest. Lifting up his hand toward the butler, he put his fingers in a snapping position ready to fire off a Flash. Energy sparked around his hand and fingers, adjusting the ki he would output so it was just enough to kill him. Though luckily for the two of them, he graced them with his idea of kindness, waiting to see if he could kill the man or not based on their response.

WC: 238
TWC: 2,553

Base PL: 34,088

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

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

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

Last Edit: Apr 22, 2024 21:30:04 GMT -5 by Rhuba

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Sweet Dreams Apr 24, 2024 14:01:09 GMT -5

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Post by Chord on Apr 24, 2024 14:01:09 GMT -5

Chord was starting to get back in the zone, finally. That little attempted assassination hiccup wasn't going to ruin their day, they wouldn't allow it! But it seemed those bardic exploits weren't really cheering up Tunic as much as it was Rhuba. They were about to continue singing and try their very best to infect her with the cheer of music, when the rush of air from Rhuba's suddenly movement would hit them. Focused on their music, they hadn't even noticed the other energy signature approaching the group, so they were just left blinking a few times, trying to process what was happening so suddenly, their fingers frozen as they'd suddenly stop the music.

They'd glance over to Tunic as he'd speak, and even before she said anything to stop the Saiyan from vaporizing the third uninvited entrant, Chord would speak up. "Babe. Y'don't gotta be a Capsule Corp engineer to know that fella ain't here to stab ya in the back. Man..." They'd just shake their head, suddenly standing up as they'd rub at the stump that was once their forearm. "Talk about harshin' the vibes, bro." Chord wasn't pleased. Interruptions were the bane of their existence, and this had been the second time.

Turning to Tunic, they'd grin down to her as they'd flash that card she'd given them. "Maybe I'll come over and give a corporate showin'." Then, they'd turn to Rhuba, giving him a shake of their head. That was the genuine disappointment of a musician with a bad crowd! Though, one person was hardly a crowd. Still, they'd walk towards him, and Johnathan too. "And you can show up for lessons, too, but y'gotta promise not to blow anyone up, bro. Or interrupt me again." Chord said that last part with very much barely disguised fury. There was almost a glint to their red pupils as they spoke! With their hand, they'd try to just slowly lower Rhuba's hand that was ready to blow away the new entrant, as if using the body language way of saying 'chill out'.

"For nooow, though, I think I should go get myself a new arm. Hard to perform for a crowd with just one hand!" They'd chuckle, making light of their situation as they'd suddenly take off into the air, floating a few inches off the sweet snow. "Hope you got a ride down the mountain waitin' for you, lil' lady! It's just gonna get windier~! Ciaaaao~!" If nothing would stop them, that Android would begin to disappear into the whipping winds of snowy ice cream. They had repairs to get to, after all.

Chord is exiting!

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KP: 6/6
MP: 5/6

Traits: OVERDRIVE, LOCKED AND LOADED, STEEL SKIN, IMPOSSIBLE RECOVERY, MIMICRY

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Sweet Dreams Apr 24, 2024 20:31:40 GMT -5

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Post by Tunic on Apr 24, 2024 20:31:40 GMT -5

NOTE: Himnabrjótur's ANTISENSE is active!

There were many things Johnathan had seen in his years serving the Baskerville estate. The eccentricities of the family themselves made his early years quite the trial, but rarely did it go beyond needing to replace entire wings of the the household when an errant experiment of the old master's design went awry. There was plenty of conflict as well, those who sought for one reason or another to bring hard to the estate and those who chose to reside within. The butler had taken it upon himself to learn to best protect the family at times like this. But now, even as he aimed to ready himself he felt there was little he could do if he tried.

"Sir, I would ask that you calm yourself. The young mistress already seems distressed for whatever reason, and your cooperation would be appreciated.", Johnathan spoke, looking directly at the Saiyan with his wrinkle framed eyes. With his arms behind his back and a posture that left little to be desired. After a moment the man would kneel down to the still quiet girl, resting a hand on her shoulder and shaking her gently. "Lady Baskerville, perhaps it is time we depart. The remainder of the staff are surely worried about you."

After a moment the young girl would rouse, pulling herself up and resting one hand on the trident before turning to Johnathan. After a moment she would give the butler a nod and struggling for a moment to pull Himnabrjótur from the ground before finally loosing the tool. "Yes.. we should.", Tunic's tone would show a drastic difference in how she has settled into speaking prior, putting forwards a haughtier air of authority as she spoke to Johnathan. Before motioning to the butler and making her way towards the path she used prior Tunic's attention turned to that of Chord and she would give a brief nod to the musician's comments.

"I will put in the word with my staff, simply leave a voicemail or email and it will be seen.", with a glance to Johnathan as she spoke Tunic nodded and the butler quickly gathered a notepad from his breast pocket and began to take notes on what the young girl said. Glancing once more to the Saiyan, Tunic's brow would furrow for a brief moment before again returning to that new expression of blatant indifference towards those around her.

Motioning to the butler, the girl with trident in both hands started making her way towards the tree line, hoping to clear the chaos of this day from her mind as she would return to her family estate outside of North City. A slight frown would crease Johnathan's expression as he watched his employer begin her descent from the mountain, perhaps worried about her and whatever had come of this brief trip.

Tunic is Exitig

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WC: 473
TWC: 3,002

Last Edit: Apr 24, 2024 20:32:15 GMT -5 by Tunic

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Rhuba
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Sweet Dreams Apr 24, 2024 20:59:25 GMT -5

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Post by Rhuba on Apr 24, 2024 20:59:25 GMT -5

The butler stood his ground, didn't flinch from Rhuba speeding toward him and basically pointing a fully loaded gun at his chest. Rhuba didn't fire originally because of that, he didn't seem afraid for himself. Just as Chord came to lower his hand, he had already started doing so out of respect for the man. Perhaps he was an assassin, Rhuba would have liked to see if he was hiding something, the man's ki at the current time didn't say much about him.

"Capsule Corp?" Rhuba tilted his head, having heard that phrase somewhere before. It had been plastered all over the cities and stores, yet he didn't really understand why. As they offered to teach him the guitar, his tail excitedly wagged behind him, a smile plastered on his face. "Alright, deal," Rhuba ignored the hostility, as he had already blown off the Android's arm, they were a limited threat so any anger he'd attribute to his actions rather than an actual threat.

Just as the trident wielder began to leave, Rhuba began to float into the air himself. Everyone seemed to be leaving, and he knew he had caused it due to his actions. Ignoring the implications, he assumed they were just too weak to understand, and too coddled by this planet. As he flew high above where they once were, he began flying off. "They wouldn't survive a day outside Sadala on Plant." Rhuba then laughed to himself, as he flew into the distance.

Rhuba exits!
WC: 247
TWC: 2,600

Base PL: 34,088

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

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

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

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