Crash Landing (Rhuba)

The day was hot, though that was no longer a worry for Rhuba. Parasitix had begun to automatically regulate his body temperature, as Rhuba had asked him to. Parasitix did whatever he was asked in return for being able to sap energy from Rhuba whenever it was hungry. Rhuba now kept capsules on him of food, a lot of food. Just in case he needed to replenish energy, you wouldn't like him when he's... hungry.

"No! DAMNIT!" Rhuba yelled, as he pressed the button on the capsule only for it to do nothing. It wasn't working, it wasn't opening. Grabbing the capsule, he'd toss it far away. Perhaps he could have gotten it open, perhaps it was just having some small issues with it's mechanism. None of that mattered now, as the capsule soared into the sky, Rhuba following it with his eyes. A streak of red blurred past his vision, which brought a smile to his face. "Look, a shooting star!" He pointed out to what he assumed was a comet in the distance or an asteroid burning up in the atmosphere. Parasitix wriggled a tentacle out from Rhuba's skin, to imply it was also watching. "Make a wish!" Rhuba's smile washed away as he turned to the tendril that appeared looking down at it. "Food, seriously? You wish for food? Do you think about anything else?" He'd sigh, looking back up at the streaking red dot.

"Ain't that cool? Man..." he put his hand above his eyes to shield them from the sun, staring at the red dot. "Is it getting bigger?" He said, before it became obvious that it was in fact getting bigger. He could feel some energy coming from it, and that's when he realized what it was. "Oh! It's probably another Saiyan!" At this point Rhuba had only really met a few aliens, and Saiyan was the one he knew the most.

The ship flew overhead, crashing down just a jog from his location. The impact shook the bluffs he stood on, having come here only to draw the landscape. Putting away his journal, it would seep into his skin to be stashed for later. "Let's see!" Rhuba took to the sky, flying the short distance to the downed ship. "Tsk, tsk. Those are always rough landings." He noticed it was a similar ship to the one he had stolen long ago, so perhaps it was a Saiyan. Rhuba made sure to lower his energy to nearly invisible, keeping out of sight above the ship.

Finally he saw the creature push past the door of the ship, a creature he had never seen before. 'So that's what was in it!' A smile once again slid across his face as he began to take a similar form to the visitor, his body slowly morphing into a Rhuba and Saiyan adjacent version of whatever race this new person was. His Saiyan tail morphing into one similar to theirs before dispersing that form and adopting his normal attire. A void-like skin, black in texture, though if seen one would say it looked more like "empty" than any color. He kept his Saiyan hair, made out of the same texture as his new skin with a single bang emitting a red-like glow. Before descending to the creature, he'd retrieve his journal one more time and quickly and effortlessly sketch the individual who came out of the pod before Parasitix pulled it back into his skin for safekeeping. Now descending slowly in front of the newcomer, a cape and hood would sprout from his skin, covering his entire form before he could be seen shapeshifting. The only thing truly visible in the cloak, would be his bang that glowed faintly inside it.

"Welcome to Earth, I'll be your guide~" He'd say, in a mischievous tone, floating in front of Pom just above the ground. "Would you like tea, or coffee?" In his right hand a small mug would sprout from his skin, magic whirred around it briefly as it filled with coffee. In the other a cup of tea, forming the same way both in small mugs, steam billowing from the mugs as if they were just freshly brewed. Rhuba couldn't make much with his magic, but tea and coffee were simple enough. Regardless of Pom's choice or response to the question, he'd giggle lightly in response.

Rhuba enters!

  WC: 693
TWC: 693

Base PL: 64,232

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

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

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

Well, that wasn't what he was expecting. Something about the explosion of words from the man in front of him brought him aback, as they looked down and away, he removed his hood. His normal Saiyan head underneath now in full view. No glowing, no black texture. Rhuba slowly slid to the ground, the coffee retracting into his hand as he took on his normal form, wearing his classic purple hoodie, and jeans. His skin slowly turned from black, to it's more natural lighter tone.

"I think tea, calming." He sprinkled his hand over the tea, dripping some spearmint in for Pom. This time, a tendril extended from his palm and lifted the cup toward Pom's face. Rhuba could feel the swelling of emotions, bringing him back to when he had his own panic attack. Looking over to the ship, he lifted back off the ground, the tendril staying in place waiting for Pom to grab it. The tendril extended further from him, but never shifted the tea, keeping it steady. "It's alright. I've seen this before. Let me guess, stolen ship?" Rhuba hadn't seen a Patroller, but he knew that if someone feared one, they were likely a thief. Nothing on them looked important, which left the ship.

"I can get rid of it, if you want." Rhuba conjured a smaller version of the ship in his hands, then crushed it between his palms. "Straight to dust." Rhuba chuckled, as his skin slowly began to darken back to it's void-like composition, Rhuba taking the same form minus the hood. "I'm Rhuba, or you can call me Violin." Rhuba conjured a violin, only briefly in the air to signify his name, the violin dispersing soon after in a puff of smoke. "Why did an interesting little thing..." Rhuba floated closer to Pom, if the tendril hadn't been retracted due to them taking the tea, it still held out the tea in front of Pom.

"like you~" Rhuba floated around Pom, his form moving more akin to liquid or wind. "wash up here~?" Rhuba ended it with a wink, the closest he got to Pom at the time, giggling lightly. "To answer your question earlier, though... I'm not a Patroller, I'm not Arcosian, I'm something new!" Rhuba's giggle turned into a hearty chuckle,"You know those stories, in books? Of great beings born of magic and wonder?" A smile spread across his face as he descended lower, looking at Pom eye to eye. "You're lookin' at 'em." Rhuba's eyes shifted from Pom to the tendrils that slithered out of his skin. He floated away from Pom, arms spread out in a gravitas way, as if inviting them to witness him as tendrils descended back into his skin. "I'm a new god!"

Rhuba again had likely overwhelmed another person, jumping from point to point. The fact that he had a hard time focusing on one conversation hadn't changed, even after Parasitix merged with him.

Rhuba brags!

  WC: 492
TWC: 1,185

Base PL: 64,232

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

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

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

A tentacle reached out and took the crackers, moments later the wrapping of the crackers seeped out of Rhuba's hand as he balled it up and shoved it back into his skin. "Oh, thank you. Parasitix might have gotten hungry, and fighting it off from eating people is hard sometimes..." He said, a tinge of regret in his voice. Parasitix controlled a tentacle and smacked Rhuba in the back of his head. Rhuba turned around, seeing what had done that only to notice nothing behind him. "The hell?" Parasitix then slapped him again, only for Rhuba to quickly grab the tentacle that had sprouted from his back and pull it closer to his face.

"It's true, you little fool!" The tentacle squirmed in Rhuba's hand, "I know you can't control it, but I also can't control you when you get too hungry!" Rhuba let go of the tentacle, as it slowly receded into his back.

"It's too grandiose, isn't it?" Rhuba ignored what had just happened, now referencing his 'god' line he had used earlier as a tentacle began to lift the cup Pom had grabbed earlier and moved it closer to his face, as if to say 'drink.' "It's not poison. If I wanted to kill yah, you'd be dead." He winked at him again, before touching down next to them. "I wouldn't do that though, you look too cool. Very pretty hair too." Rhuba said bluntly, as he slowly paced around them.

"Thanks again...for the crackers. It gets hungry, and eating enough for two is difficult..." he looked down at his body, "especially if one of us just makes food DISAPPEAR! I didn't even taste those crackers!" The other tentacles that had stayed out receeded, as if scared of the yelling Rhuba. "Tch, selfish thing." Rhuba turned his attention back to Pom, "What are you? What's your name?" He smiled innocently at Pom, as if he didn't just yell at some tentacles that came out of his body.

Rhuba talks too much?

  WC: 331
TWC: 1,516

Base PL: 64,232

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

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

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

"Contagious?" Rhuba pondered on this, floating in the air, leaning on an invisible counter, "Yes," He shot his hand in the air, and then dropped it again, raising it back to his chin. "Wait, no. It's not contagious." Rhuba then dropped his hand, and shrugged. "Neither of us know. Parasitix says probably not, said you don't have enough energy to bond with." Rhuba glanced at Pom up and down. "Which is true, no offense."

Rhuba began to float around them very slowly, keeping a few feet for distance. "Arcose? I've heard of it, never been." Rhuba sighed, looking up at the sky. "I like this little planet, I met some cool things here, like Parasitix here." A tentacle came out of his arm as he used his other hand to pet the tentacle. "I'm actually a Saiyan. I was born on Hurtless, far from here." He chuckled, as he kept slowly circling him, nonchalantly sprawled on his back, leg over one another.

"I don't know the place that well, I just like the look of you and want to show you around," Rhuba smiled at him, loving the fact that he met another alien rather than a normal stinky human. "You look kinda cool." He said as he finally stopped his circling and floated in place in front of Pom. "Oh, and did you want me to scrap your ship to get rid of the evidence?" A few tentacles sprouted from his back and wrapped around the ship and began to tighten their grip, awaiting a clear response to start crushing it.

Rhuba... still yappin'!

  WC: 262
TWC: 1,778

Base PL: 64,232

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

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

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

"They're just dreadfully boring!" Rhuba threw his hands up, as if he just got fed up by something. "I got to file my taxes." He said, in a snooty voice, putting his hands on his hips while shaking his head. "Oh no, my child is sick, I don't have enough money for healthcare." Rhuba sighed before shrugging. "Oh, please don't kill me, I have a family!" He mocked another human sentiment, one that actually made him pause briefly and frown. "That last one feels weirder than the last time I thought about it..." Rhuba's face that he had exposed to Pom gained a darker expression briefly, before he quickly shook his head to rid the thoughts.

"Yeah, you look cooler than these boring humans." He glanced off in the general direction of the nearest city. As Pom finally gave permission to destroy the ship, the tendrils morphed into a large blanket that wrapped around the ship and began crushing it. Rhuba fed Parasitix some of his energy, immediately after his energy spiked, the ship crumbled into a small orb. The tendril lifted the orb that once was a ship and plopped it into Rhuba's hand, fitting neatly into his palm.

"There." Rhuba gently landed on the ground. Going into a stance he had seen in a sports game, he posed like a pitcher about to strike someone out at bat. Lifting his leg, he cupped the newly shaped ship and with a twist and step threw it with such force that it immediately left the atmosphere and would likely never stop until some planet's gravity would suck it in. "It's gone." Rhuba lifted back into the air, smiling still.

"I know Earth some, but I'm no expert." Rhuba had ignored the statements about Hurtless, wanting to not bring it up. "It's a slave planet." He blurted out, surprising himself. "I killed a lot of people there. I was a guard, trained to keep slaves from leaving the mine..." Rhuba thought on it briefly, "well, not necessarily true. I was told to kill anyone that tried to escape, no interacting..." Looking back to Pom, his expression much more serious. "I think quite a few of them wanted me to.. end their suffering?" The smile he had previously had disappeared after the mention of Hurtless, and what was left was a blank expression, and what looked like a child experiencing feelings they never knew they had.

"I killed the slavers though, if you're wondering. My master too, after I found out I was also a slave..." Rhuba's expression darkened greatly. "Never again." Once he finished, the smile slid across his face as if it had never left. "I only like Zuqetta from Plant, she's a badass Queen, or did she rather be called Princess...?" He pondered to himself, losing track of what he was even talking about again, likely overloading Pom with more information.

"For where to go, though... I suggest we go somewhere with food... so Parasitix doesn't get hungry, heh." Rhuba chuckled, a hint of nervousness under the veneer of a joke.

Rhuba is very much still yappin'!

  WC: 504
TWC: 2,282

Base PL: 64,232

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

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

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

Rhuba glanced back to Pom, the uneasy feeling from Pom exuded out like a wave of stink. Rhuba could almost smell the feeling of awkwardness between them, but it wasn't something he could easily break. "No, it knows that if it does that again I'll purge it out of my body." Rhuba truly believed he could do this, which made Parasitix believe that he could also do it. "If it goes crazy and eats you, have solace that it will die soon after." Rhuba nodded to himself, as if he had just assured someone that nothing bad will happen to them, yet that is not what he just did at all.

"I bought a small restaurant not too long ago, we can eat there." Rhuba floated higher above Pom before slowing down and looking down at him, "Can you fly?" he'd tilt his head inquisitively. "You said you're not a fighter, but was in an army?" Lowering down to Pom's level again, he'd ignore the answer to his flying question briefly. "Did you join a cause you didn't believe in?" Rhuba asked, remembering the line Yangcong had fed him about joining a military.

"You said you might be tailed? Before we fly anywhere, I must ask... can you sense energy?" Rhuba touched down in front of Pom. "If you can't, it doesn't matter. There's an innate feeling you get when you see something like this." Rhuba's power began to fluctuate, his hair began to flow as a burst of energy blasted the air around him. Gripping his fists, he'd clench all of his muscles as he pulled energy from the well of his Wrathful form. Just as the form would coalesce into view, his aura spiked around him and the ground underneath him cratered, lowering him a couple feet from where he once stood.

"Are they as strong as me?" Rhuba's voice emanated out as if he was talking through a shoddy megaphone, his voice booming but gruff and distorted. Rhuba floated off the ground to get back to eye level with Pom, but then rose slightly higher than that, looking down at him. "Even if you can't sense energy, I'm sure you can feel the pressure I'm giving off." Rhuba wanted to show off, it was what he lived for. Though that wasn't the full answer, he had deep down hoped this would lessen the fear of deserting and that someone was coming to take him back. Rhuba was basically saying that as long as he was around, he'd protect him.

Rhuba enters Wrathful form (x5) and is now 321,160 PL!

  WC: 422
TWC: 2,704

Base PL: 64,232
Thread PL: 321,160

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

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

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

As the point became clear to Pom, Rhuba would drop out of his Wrathful form and smile at him. "To answer your question about how I scraped enough to get a restaurant? You might just say I have an affinity with dirt and minerals." Rhuba chuckled lightly, but immediately sighed after. "You really can't fly? Strange, I keep meeting people like this on Earth." Rhuba said, remembering the others he knew that also couldn't fly. "Some of the ones that can fly had wings, or used technology. You don't even have a hovercraft?" Rhuba looked around Pom, as if looking for a capsule pouch. "No capsules?" Rhuba had assumed capsules might be a universal technology, but was unaware how he was likely wrong.

"Well, if you can't fly, you can either let me carry you or we can walk." Looking out into the horizon, he'd shoot up quickly into the sky and scan it quickly. Descending back down to Pom in one swift motion, "It'd be a few hours trek to get there. It's not that far, perhaps shorter if we run there."

Thinking about the words he said when he transformed, he'd smile, Pom's words fed his ego but the knowledge of other fighters would humble him immediately after. "Nah, I've met someone who would have sent you flying backward just from their transformation. She blew up an entire building! It sent me flying!" His eyes sparkled as he mimed the scenes he was explaining as if an excited child replaying a cool scene they saw in an anime. "Zuqetta, Princess-Queen of the Saiyans! She's amazing, and I got to see it up close, man. It was amazing." Rhuba would laugh for a moment, "All because I knew and hung out with Yangcong." Rhuba would flip through his journal that crept out of his skin, landing on the drawing of Yangcong flipping his gold dagger, "I showed her this and it made her so mad, man. I still don't get why... He was a nice guy, gave me an apple and some good advice." Rhuba shook his head, "Someone like that couldn't be a bad person, nah." He'd shake his head to himself, looking back at Pom.

"Though maybe we should head out, no? I heard they have a good cheesecake, it was just added to the menu." Rhuba turned toward the city, "Carry, walk or run?"

Rhuba powers down!

  WC: 344
TWC: 3,048

Base PL: 64,232

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

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

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