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Post by Tunic on Sept 4, 2024 20:34:44 GMT -5
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| "Lady Baskerville, are you certain this is necessary?" The voice of Merri echoed down the hall from the Baskerville training room, a very distinct lilt to her voice that suggested both concern and trepidation. She was the one tending to the Mistress of the house after Johnathan had been given a task by Lady Baskerville some hours before when an alert came through. The woman was uncertain what precisely it was that had the Mistress so upset, but it was the angriest Merri had seen her in years, and cursed the older butler that she was the one stuck dealing with the aftermath of the initial frustration. A series of loud crashes and doors slamming echoed around the manor, each louder than the last as Tunic refused to say anything whatsoever. She had given her orders to Johntahn via written instructions and was not going to say a word to Merrigold until the time came. She knew the next couple of hours were going to be taxing on her voice and wasting that effort now would only diminish her efforts later. She was making sure everything was in order before his arrival. There was a lot to go over and she wanted no distractions. The staff kept their distance, focusing on tasks at the far end of the estate and ensuring whatever had riled up their employer would not bring the hammer of scrutiny down on them. The majority of them were being observed by a certain blue-haired woman, taller than most and dressed in a far less formal take on their usual uniform. At Merri's request Valery was maintaining the staff in light of both older members performing rather delicate matters for Lady Baskerville, especially given the circumstances of her mood and whatever event it was that had upset her. The recording still played in Tunic's mind, every moment of it from beginning to end. It was only recently she had begun monitoring events on Planet Plant and initially looked forward to the first major political broadcast that she would be watching. Maybe she could learn something about their societies, about their leaders from that, and in a way she was right. There was something to be learned about the leadership of both the Tuffle and the Saiyans from that event but at the same time she both learned more and less than she had hoped and she was apoplectic. She would have to divest that anger on the one catalyst that most infuriated her, that made her want to tear her hair out and lock herself in her room. An anger that welled up in her unlike any she had felt in nearly four years... but she was uncertain why, something just felt so close to snapping inside and the young Baskerville was having a ridiculously hard time holding it together, each agonizing moment felt like an hour and each hour days, something had to be done or she was going to break something... anything just to ease her nerves. "What were you thinking Kronos?" This thought more than anything echoed in Tunic's mind. She knew the boy had his moments of high emotional outbursts and that there was a past there with his parents but she had hoped he might say something to her one day... and do so as a sign of truth. Perhaps that was what hurt her the most? It was hard to pin down. Maybe it was his name, or the lineage he clung to both for better and worse, was that it? She wanted to say yes... maybe? It also nagged at her mind, dug deep into the crevices of her insecurities and worries of abandonment. Did he just not trust her? Did she matter? How much time would she need to give him for that to be the case? To be someone that could be told stuff like this without dragging it out of him, without having to feel like a piece of shit by pulling him through whatever emotional mire tugged at his heart and soul. She knew the pains of loss, of reluctance, and of lineage but she could do nothing if there was nothing known by her... right? Johnathan had been the first to see that sunken look in Lady Baskerville's eyes. She had initially been optimistic about the broadcast recording, of some new digital media from Planet Plant following her meeting with Miss Zuqetta some weeks prior, even Johnathan had to admit that there was an interest to be found in the political machinations of a foreign world, let alone one not governed by a single species at that. He too had been curious what the leadership of both planets was like and was surprised to see said Lady Zuqetta in such formal attire compared to how she had been when she crashed on Earth. But that was beside the point given what truly had struck Lady Baskerville from that video. It was the young Sir Kronos and his actions that not only stripped the Mistress bare and left a sunken, saddened look in her eyes, but it left a sour taste in the mouths of Johnathan himself and Merrigold, both who had been in attendance with the Lady during her initial viewing of the event, and both of which felt a deep discontent with the way those events reflect back on Lady Baskerville... it was the first time in a long time that he felt this angry. He followed the tracking beacon as it descended from the atmosphere and into the confines of planet Earth, having opted to take one of their hovercrafts instead of the usual sedan this time, the elderly butler watched the horizon with his eyes sharp. Looking for the slightest hint that something, somewhere would indicate the pod crashing into the surface of the planet. When he would see the ping of the tracker finally cease, somewhere in the Eastern Pastures. Shifting the direction of his route, the older man headed off towards the expanse of green and brown, after a few hours of nothing but the same few looking trees and plateaus and a herd of giant birds or dinosaurs he could see the small impact crater, an all too familiar sight for the aptly named attack pods of Saiyan design. As effective as transport vessels as they were, the amount of damage they left, left something to be desired and Johnathan was just happy these did not land near the estate too often, such holes become increasingly more difficult to fill in each each new one. Landing the vessel nearby he stepped out, rolling up his sleeves and crossing his arms behind his back. Johnathan approached the hot pot, still cooling form entry into the atmosphere. He would have called the air around it hot, had he not felt a much deeper heat coming from Lady Baskerville's rage. As the pod hatch opened, he looked down at the Salf-Saiyan boy, consternation in his eyes and a low, disappointed sigh lingering before his words. There was a lot he wanted to say to this boy, a lot he felt should be said before he saw Lady Baskerville, she had specifically asked Johnathan to do anything but that. "Come lad, you have a lot of explaining to do. Lady Baskerville is waiting." His words were cold, but his eyes carried something akin to sympathy. Battle - INACTIVE - Combatants: Tunic 5PL (Untargetable) Modifier [Apoplectic x1] 5 KP ▰▰▰▰▰▰ MP ▰▰▰▰▰▰ HP: 000/250% Himnabrjótur 50,000PL (Antisense Active) Modifier [N/A] 50,000PL KP ▰▰▰▰▰▰ MP ▰▰▰▰▰▰ HP 000/310% Efficient Adaptation: 1/1 Raw Talent 2/2 Trump Card 1/1 Techs Used [UT] Weight of the Soul Himnabrjótur, like the other weapons of lineage, draws its power from the pieces given up by former wielders. This power under conventional circumstances cannot be felt or gauged by others. However, when fully manifest, even this power has a literal gravity to it. When held by Tunic, Himnabrjótur exerts an aura almost like a physical gravity around itself and Tunic comparable to the weapon's approximate Active powerlevel. To those within 80% it is noticeable without much effort. Those greater than 120% may not notice it without putting effort in. Those 50% or under may feel this as an almost smothering weight. This may be felt even by those lacking the innate talent to sense energy. This operates with antisense while the exact value of energy is hidden. |
