Dome in the Void [Rhuba]

Poor Erys, unaware of what they hath unleashed upon themselves. Writhe now in misery amongst your loss bliss, the storm hath come. The times were changing for Rhuba, and this was definitely a part of it. The Orchestra was something that hasn't quite hit it's stride yet, and he felt conflicted about the joy it sparked. Maxsuz didn't seem to respect him, seemed to be some hold over from a hatred thrusted upon him, but it was probably the only reason Rhuba was actually still there. Even if Maxsuz didn't see it himself, Rhuba could feel the animosity that lay under the veneer of calm.

A grand entrance was one thing, showing off was another. Rhuba had arrived in his imperial cruiser, a crew enlisted from Earth from his most devote followers from his corporation at the helm. Extending the atmosphere enough for the ship to loom in the distance, the bay doors would open and Rhuba cloaked in Parasitix slipped out from underneath. Boosting his voice with magic, he floated underneath his massive ship as he talked to the meditating one.

"If you wanted restraint, you should have stayed with the Maestro." Rhuba came with no restraints, didn't even care to read her strength. "I am tired of the weak ones he tries to put on my level." Rhuba then mimed spitting on the ground, the moment he did so, he could hear Pom in his head telling him that it was unbecoming of him to act like that. "AHHH!" Rhuba's voice bellowed out from where he floated in space, as he bent over and held his head, not wanting to think of things like that during this, as he had wanted to keep Pom away from all of this. "I hate THIS!" Rhuba squeezed his hand in his head, pulling a bit at his hair while doing so. Then his head snapped quickly to the one called Monica, and even though his entire form was a void-like texture and color, he specifically kept his Saiyan hair and solo red bang. The rest of him flowed into a cloak that hid his legs and fanned out underneath him.

Recommended? He recommended me? For what? BABYSITTING DUTY? Rhuba was so sick and tired of being sick and tired. The moment Rhuba reached into that deep well of power, reaching into his Wrathful state, he'd also activate a pseudo-version of his Lightspeed technique, as he tried to blitz the difference in distance between them using his speed. Though as he might meet resistance between anything in space and where she was, he made Parasitix use magic to slip past anything that might actually come between Rhuba and his target, the one deemed Monica. Sliding unto the floor, his shadowy cape bellowing out underneath him, he quickly lifted his right hand and snapped his finger, "Flash." After his words, the booming release of wind from the force of the snap rushed from around him, the snapping sound imitating that of a thunder. A beam shot forth from his finger toward his supposed ally.

Rhuba uses Flash 40% shooting a beam for (177,354 PL) damage!

Light Offensive || Flash
Rhuba gathers ki in one hand, snapping his fingers with a loud snapping sound, ki shooting out in a beam out toward the direction of the snap.
Power: 40%
KP Cost: 2 KP

WC:   505
TWC: 505

Base PL: 88,677
Transformed PL: 443,385

HP: 0%/250% (+0%)
KP: 4/6 (-2)
MP: 0/6 (+0)

Traits: Saiyan Pride (Inactive) | Aggressive Attacker (1/1) | Zenkai (Inactive) | Raw Talent (2/2) | Noble Blood (+20% HP/+30% Critical Threshold)
Items: Battle Armor (Unused) | Battle Liner (Unused)

Poor Erys? Rhuba had been mistaken, the one whom had been recommended to meet him was nothing as the others so far. The call to attack, the taunting. Was it someone worthy of actually paying attention to? Rhuba still wasn't sure of them, but their reaction to his attack and words gave him some hope that they were going to make this interesting. So far, it seemed that the extent of their power came up short of his, but it wasn't anything to sneer at, which helped their case drastically in his eyes.

"Did he even tell you anything about me?" Rhuba had shifted back from his initial position, and right after he spoke she had presumed it 'her turn' though this was true in terms of actions, the attack itself wasn't strong enough to make him flinch. The slashes struck true, but the moment they cut into his form, the void-like substance he was made of consumed the damaged area and quickly reformed into whatever it was that was cut. If the strikes had more of a punch, he might have felt the need to dodge, but he only felt it eat away at a tiny bit of his actual form, the damage that caused to his actual form was negligible at best.

Rhuba shook his head, backing up from her after her flourish had ended. "More." Rhuba pulled a hood from behind him, that seemed to stretch from his form, as he now hovered above the katchin floor. That wasn't enough to get his blood pumping, that wasn't even enough to make him think this is a fight. The attacks that had landed was not enough to get his mind off things either, and he could already feel them returning. "MORE!" He shouted almost immediately after the last word, now pointing at her, his glowing blue eyes piercing a veil of darkness from his hooded cloak, a jagged red glow scarred his left eye. There was no form underneath the darkness, the glowing physical form shown was a shapeshifted form using Parasitix's power.

Rhuba takes Alkálipe Flourish 20% for (40,000 PL) damage which is 9% damage to his HP! Rhuba then begins to taunt!

WC:   335
TWC: 840

Base PL: 88,677
Transformed PL: 443,385

HP: 9%/250% (+9%)
KP: 6/6 (+2)
MP: 2/6 (+0)

Traits: Saiyan Pride (Inactive) | Aggressive Attacker (1/1) | Zenkai (Inactive) | Raw Talent (2/2) | Noble Blood (+20% HP/+30% Critical Threshold)
Items: Battle Armor (Unused) | Battle Liner (Unused)

Rhuba listened as the woman gave the most generic answer for what he had asked, as if they were in class and she was introducing herself and showing off her knowledge of the subject they were learning at the same time. Tch, it's just what he would have done, had he been in her not but a few months ago. It was like looking into a mirror that exacerbated all your quirks, for some reason it pissed him off extremely.

"You fear very little... I'm assuming?" Rhuba took on Maxsuz's form, matching the visual, audio, and olfactory senses that accompanied him. The only thing he couldn't match was his ki, as he was nowhere near his level, and it was a complex thing to trick. Fear wasn't something he cared to cause or see, that isn't what he wanted. Though, he had wondered if this might do the trick to illicit a reaction. Taking his new form for a drive, he'd begin to laugh, using the identical copy of Maxsuz's voice to now speak to her, as he walked around the battlefield. "Life isn't simple anymore, huh?" Rhuba was talking to himself about past events that had happened to him, likely just confusing her.

"He did say that if you had wanted restraint, you should have stayed with me." Rhuba talked as if he was Maxsuz now, looking over his shoulder back at the cruiser, and then to her again. "I think he was right." A devilish smirk ended the last statement, moving from one side of the himônus' face, to the other as he shifted forward. Pushing off on his right foot, he would stop short of charging directly into her and raised his right hand up toward her.

Holding his right hand with his left hand, he'd pump ki into his index finger, twisting his wrist slightly so it resembles a gun. "Bang." The word seemed to be the catalyst that caused the sudden explosion of ki that expanded out in a wide cone from Rhuba's finger, the left hand that he had bracing his right arm kept him from being blown back as he leaned into the blast. It was a large enough blast to encompass her entire form had she stayed put.

Rhuba uses Bang 120% (532,062 PL) damage heading toward Erys!

Heavy Offensive || Bang
Rhuba holds out his hand and points his finger in the form of a gun (he can use any part of his body for this, but prefers a gun stance), and focuses his ki into an extremely dense point (usually tip of finger). Releasing that ki with a "bang" on the target, the ki expands out of the funneled area into a very large and expansive blast that encompasses a very large area, similar to a massive shotgun blast.
Power: 120%
KP Cost: 6 KP
Variants: None
Tech Slot: 70k

WC:   377
TWC: 1,217

Base PL: 88,677
Transformed PL: 443,385

HP: 9%/250% (+9%)
KP: 0/6 (-6)
MP: 4/6 (+2)

Traits: Saiyan Pride (Inactive) | Aggressive Attacker (1/1) | Zenkai (Inactive) | Raw Talent (2/2) | Noble Blood (+20% HP/+30% Critical Threshold)
Items: Battle Armor (Unused) | Battle Liner (Unused)

The blast was enough to almost obliterate her entire form, though remains had been left, Rhuba sighed for a moment, tapping his foot on the ground, shapeshifting into what he'd normally wear. His normal Saiyan form, wearing Earthling clothes, hoodie, jeans, and sneakers. "That's it?" Rhuba sighed again, bending over. It was a lot of energy exerted at once, and he could feel himself running a little low, but nothing that couldn't be recovered after a short rest.

Watching as the remains tumbled over, and collapse, he would sit down next to where the pulsating core had fallen. "You're the first to see that one, wasn't it strong? Hah." He chuckled, tipping his invisible hat toward the core that was presumably the last part of her. The pulsating core itself began it's rapid regeneration, very similarly to how Parasitix would regenerate when it was being used to shapeshift. The way that it happened was different, but he could feel a strange familiarity with it.

Coming out of the regeneration dejected, she was clearly upset at the blast. Rhuba, unfazed by her surviving, just nodding to himself. "This is it, huh?" Kicking his foot out, he'd move some of the skeletal dust that was left over away from him. "We just do this until the end of time?" He asked, looking up at the top of the dome, then back to his imperial cruiser. "That's it?" He asked again, as if he was asking someone else who wasn't visible.

Rhuba seems dejected.

WC:   240
TWC: 1,457

Base PL: 88,677
Transformed PL: 443,385

HP: 9%/250% (+9%)
KP: 0/6 (-6)
MP: 4/6 (+2)

Traits: Saiyan Pride (Inactive) | Aggressive Attacker (1/1) | Zenkai (Inactive) | Raw Talent (2/2) | Noble Blood (+20% HP/+30% Critical Threshold)
Items: Battle Armor (Unused) | Battle Liner (Unused)

Looking back at the woman, then back to the ground, he sighed. "I thought I'd feel better." Looking around the area, it all felt so muted to him now. Something was missing, and it wasn't something easily found. Parasitix was missing, Pom had no idea about his other life, things were spiraling out of control. "I'm tired of sad stories." His voice came out a bit hoarse, before clearing it, "I killed because I was told to kill." Leaning back, he stared blankly above him, not focusing on a specific thing with his vision. "I have killed a lot of people, but I found someone I really don't want killed, ever." Looking back at the woman again, he shrugged.

"I've never felt like this, it's bleeding into everything. I can't tell the Maestro, he takes everything so seriously and is sometimes more dramatic than even I." He scoffed, his remark not exactly wrong. The feelings he had were strange for the Saiyan, he could feel how different he acted around Pom as well. It was changing him, and though he enjoyed all his time with Pom, he felt sick at the change, he was losing who he is, who he was. "I don't have anyone to tell this to, I thought at first I was going to talk to your corpse about this..." Rhuba chuckled, but it came out weak and depressing.

"You know, I didn't know you could regenerate? I was really trying to wipe you out." Changing the subject, hoping to move on from his words earlier. Laughing with his earlier statement, he sighed again. "Not that it matters much, but I wasn't happy when I thought you had died. Perhaps you even think it lesser of me, that's fine if you do." Rhuba's way with words had advanced drastically since his time on Earth, given that he was gaining intelligence and memories with each Earthling he consumed. "I just wanted you to know, that's all."

Rhuba opens up a little.

WC:   328
TWC: 1,775

Base PL: 88,677
Transformed PL: 443,385

HP: 9%/250% (+9%)
KP: 0/6 (-6)
MP: 4/6 (+2)

Traits: Saiyan Pride (Inactive) | Aggressive Attacker (1/1) | Zenkai (Inactive) | Raw Talent (2/2) | Noble Blood (+20% HP/+30% Critical Threshold)
Items: Battle Armor (Unused) | Battle Liner (Unused)

Erys had seemed to understood his plight, at least to a degree, but what she had said was strange? Love? Like in the fairy tales with the prince's and princesses? That was only in fairy tales, in books, movies. That thing didn't happen to him, it was for the normal folk to dream and want, the ones who walked around without the bane of power. As wrong as he was, Rhuba didn't know what to take from the vague mention of love Erys had spit. Perhaps it was just a mistake on Erys' part? Or perhaps Erys meant it in more of a light hearted way. OF COURSE! It was obvious now, plain as day. It was the love of friendship, something as mundane as that was still an exciting concept to Rhuba. Of course he loved Pom! They were important to him, and he didn't want them to be hurt, Pom was his best friend.

"Still don't know what that feels like, but maybe." Rhuba said bluntly, after digesting the entire love statement that was likely meant as just a one-off comment by Erys, but it had struck him harder than he thought. Though the love Erys was mentioning was not the love Rhuba had come to believe it to be. Friends vs lovers, a tale as old as time. Though, he did turn his head toward her as she vaguely admitted to having someone special as well. It was strange, just as much as he didn't seem the type, she didn't either. Though, as she broke down her own reasonings, it seemed to be a pretty good parallel to his own. Rhuba himself was a slave raised to stop other slaves from leaving, wasn't the exact same story, but they both seemed to have been trapped in some way or another somewhere before.

Taking a moment, he scanned her up and down and out of nowhere began laughing. A genuine laugh, one that hit you out of nowhere the moment you understand the joke. She was just like he was, before. Rhuba found this funny, that he was basically looking into a mirror. Everything they were saying, doing, how they faked their sincerity. Rhuba had done this, perhaps for different reasons, perhaps in different ways, but the reminders were there all the same. "Oh man, something funny just hit me." He said truthfully, as he readied to comply to her earlier demand. "Well..." Talk about Pom? Rhuba had already mentioned him vaguely, but his apprehensiveness was overwritten by the feeling of wanting to rid the weight of everything on his chest. Talking about it couldn't be so bad.

"I met him on Earth, he had crashed landed on the planet. A lost puppy, standing in front of a bloodstained wolf." Rhuba chuckled, as he continued. "They were afraid, I could tell. Though..." He trailed off as he looked out into the empty space around them. "He was nice to me, even though I didn't care about them at all. They stayed around." Looking back at her again, he posed a question, "Why did he stay around?" Before waiting for an answer, he skipped past it as if it was rhetorical. "He stayed in the guest house at my manor, was still there when I woke up." As if he didn't just ask it earlier, he repeated, "Why did he sta-?" Before he even fully finished the last word, he would continue, "I showed him around Earth, we bought a ton of clothes!" Rhuba leaned back in his sitting position, and excitedly threw his hands in the air as he rocked back putting extra emphasis on the amount of clothes they had bought. "Then he insisted I get some jewelry, and we did!" Rhuba felt excited briefly, as his tail unfurled from it's wrap around his waist and began swaying excitedly behind him. Rhuba's skin rippled out around a clock-shaped metal head as it raised out of his skin and eventually finished, fitting the watch snuggly to his wrist. "Picked out this watch for me." Lifting his hand up, he tapped the watches' strap. Rhuba didn't tell anyone, nor intended to, but it was the first time someone had picked out something for him. It didn't matter that he himself bought it, it mattered that Pom had picked it. Though one thing lingered in Rhuba's mind. Why did he stay?

Rhuba stopped talking there, realizing he had talked to long about Pom already, and going any further would make him feel strange. The days with Pom had been so drastically different, that coming here and doing this felt strange. It was like he was putting on a different form, ironically. The fact that he was losing his edge disturbed him, since he's had time to think about it alone, he's already begun the process of understanding the change has come from his interactions with Pom, he just didn't know what to do about it. Since the last time they hung out, whenever a teal colored object came into view, Rhuba could feel his heartbeat fasten during these moments in a reflexive excitement, only for him to turn to the source of the disturbance to be disappointed that it wasn't Pom somehow.

Erys had just met this Saiyan, and he had randomly went on a rant about someone who was important to them. This dawned on him, and breaking free from his Pom induced stupor, he'd chuckle at the thought. Rhuba couldn't help but think this whole situation was hilarious, everyone he had met in the Orchestra didn't care one bit about each other. Perhaps there were some love between a few, Rhuba had seen how most of them interact with each other. This was the first time he's ever just been able to sit down and chat, the funny thing to him, is that he was just like them not long ago. Like them, past tense? He thought to himself, sighing internally with his thoughts.

Rhuba swings the door open a bit too quickly.

WC:   988
TWC: 2,763

Base PL: 88,677
Transformed PL: 443,385

HP: 9%/250% (+0%)
KP: 4/6 (+2)
MP: 6/6 (+1)

Traits: Saiyan Pride (Inactive) | Aggressive Attacker (1/1) | Zenkai (Inactive) | Raw Talent (2/2) | Noble Blood (+20% HP/+30% Critical Threshold)
Items: Battle Armor (Unused) | Battle Liner (Unused)

Looking back toward the woman as she began to cry, this time it felt and looked much different, even puzzling her it seems. What could this be? Rhuba wouldn't have fake cried twice, and he knew the pouting earlier from her was likely her teasing, as it was almost identical to what he would have done in her shoes. Now, she seemed to pull herself together, her mood changing on a dime as she now sat with her head hidden behind her knees. She responded and explained to him abit more about her.

"Kárnis, huh?" Rhuba watched as she levitated it to signify what she was referring to, which caused Rhuba to smile. "Parasitix is what made me strong." Rhuba lifted a finger, and black-void like tendril slowly wriggled free from his skin, undulating in the air as if it was waving at her. He had only said this briefly between her next few statements. What kind of Universe do they live in where this kind of thing happens enough for two people to meet under such similar circumstances? The love she began to explain was much different than what he was explaining, at least to him. So far, it was clear that she was in love with who she was referring to, while Rhuba believed that there was no possible way for him to experience that kind of feeling in either direction.

As she finished, he would tap his chin for a moment, letting his legs spread out in a v-shape, he'd look up at the sky. Parasitix still wasn't there, still not communicating. Rhuba frowned upon remembering their absence, as he looked back at Kárnis. "I am without my weapon right now, there's usually another being in here." The tendril receded into his skin as he tapped his head with the same hand he showed the tendril with. "Now it's silent, and I lost so much knowledge..." Looking back to her, he felt an odd closeness to her now. She was just like he was, perhaps they would have been amazing friends because of their similarities, or it could have been a strong rivalry.

"Date?" Rhuba now was thinking about her last question to him, he hadn't ever thought about dates, he knew where Earthlings went on dates from television and movies, though it was never anywhere Rhuba liked. The whole situation felt weird now, what she explained was almost identical to how Rhuba had adjusted to no longer being a slave, for awhile he never even changed his clothes, only ate food he gathered or killed. It was only after Earth that he decided to try on new clothes, food, and luxuries. Seemed like this person they want to please has everything they would ever want already, as well, which didn't help him at all to think. The dates he could think of was only ones that would work on normal people, and if she was anything like how he was and is, she wasn't in love with someone who was normal. She was pretty strong too, so someone stronger than her? It was strange to think about it, who could she think was 'so strong' if she herself was already this strong? A flash of Maxsuz appeared in his mind, he paused to think about it. Could it be? Rhuba shook his head, and laughed out loud. Couldn't be, there was no way. Putting that thought aside, he assumed it might be someone like Maxsuz, so what would a good present or date be for someone like him?

"Huh... If they are rich, strong enough to go wherever they want, and don't want for much?" Sighing, he stopped tapping his chin and peered back over at her. "Well, huh. That's a hard one." Rhuba actually didn't know what to say, usually he'd try and look smart and have Parasitix analyze memories for information, but he wasn't able to do that at the moment, it would take too much time for him to manually find it himself in the well of memories. "Well, if they feed you, clothe you, and give you a home... Wouldn't that mean you're already the present?" Rhuba nodded his head, liking his train of thought now. "That means that anywhere you go with him can be a good date. Difference between a date and hanging out is the intent given at the start. Hell, you could go on a murdering spree date." He said, smiling at himself and toward her, proud of his logic.

The silence got to him, he could tell Parasitix still wasn't there, still not communicating. Rhuba frowned upon remembering their absence, as he looked back at Erys' Kárnis. "I am without my weapon right now, there's usually two people in here." The tendril receded into his skin as he tapped his head with the same hand he showed the tendril with. "Now it's silent, and I lost so much information..." Looking back to her, he felt an odd closeness to her now. She was just like he was, perhaps they would have been amazing friends because of their similarities, or it could have been a strong rivalry. A tinge of fear twinkled in his expression, the fear of Parasitix never returning still lingering in his mind. "It's weird, I didn't always have another person up there, but now that they're gone... Feels different? Empty? I don't know. Probably why I feel..." Rhuba paused mid word, then sighed. "This way?" Rhuba stared off into the distance as he talked, leaning back on his palms, feeling the cold of the katchin ground beneath him sting his hands as he put his weight on them.

Erys is surprisingly cool, thinks Rhuba.

WC:   927
TWC: 3,690

Base PL: 88,677

HP: 9%/250% (+0%)
KP: 4/6 (+2)
MP: 6/6 (+1)

Traits: Saiyan Pride (Inactive) | Aggressive Attacker (1/1) | Zenkai (Inactive) | Raw Talent (2/2) | Noble Blood (+20% HP/+30% Critical Threshold)
Items: Battle Armor (Unused) | Battle Liner (Unused)