Well off from the palace itself, resting in the noble districts, now rested a dilapidated and charred skeleton of a building and an abandoned courtyard to accompany it. Where once a beautiful manor stood, sat securely atop a cliff side and out of harms way; now what remained wasn't even worth it for scavengers to partake in. Though it had paled in comparison to the palace, or to that of the much brighter Tuffle constructs; due to the previous owners fancy of Earth wares, the manor had a somewhat uniqueness to it. Sadly, none would be able to tell such a thing any longer; for this was Zuqetta's previous home, and by her own devices had been stripped clean of its possessions and burned to the ground.
"Didn't think I'd be back here so soon..." Zuqetta lamented as she made her way up the winding path, "But I'm gettin' sick of wearin' Ven's old armor, heh, seriously, no taste, Sis!" Zuqetta jested as she neared the charred entrance to the courtyard. Her expression remained blank, yet seemed to indicate a kind of hollowness as she looked upon the remains of the once proud, silver gateway; now a crisp black, melted, and severely damaged. If anything, Zuqetta was surprised it was here at all rather than stolen with the rest of the manor's possessions.
Post by Zerori and Zriracha on Apr 3, 2021 1:29:33 GMT -5
Zriracha Thread PL: 10,000 (Transformed) Zerori is not present. Items: Scouter
“It sounds to me like this is a visit long overdue,” A voice would echo from a distance within the charred remains of the once majestic mansion. Unwelcomed by anyone yet unphased by any sort of decorum that would have preceded any welcome, Zriracha levitated a generous height of three feet above the ground over the soot-ladened debris. She’d chosen to come here out of a mix of pure curiosity… and the languishing scent of negativity that permeated the area. She remembered this place, ironically enough, as she walked the streets of Vegeta years ago before Zerori was even conceived.
Her voice was calm, assured and soft as she spoke, beckoning to the child that had come to this place. Rather, had returned. “I take it this is - rather, was - your home, then?” Zriracha inquired, floating a bit higher in the air before gliding closer to the young Saiyan. Contemplatively, she took in the girl’s physique and face… as if to try and remember something or someone from long ago.
In truth, Zriracha had no memory of meeting this one’s parents or even the people that lived at this once-standing mansion. What she did remember was that there was a wonderfully empty building that once sat here and she took great pains when she’d first come to Vegeta to maintain her curvaceous figure. Saiyans always did have the biggest portions in the known galaxy, after all... Zuqetta
As Zuqetta moved beyond the gate to the courtyard, she walked at a steady and slow pace; both attempting to ignore the scene around her and memories they brought. Yet she had no choice but to gaze upon the wreckage; the dead plant life, the destroyed pathway, and the charred remains of structure that littered the ground. "Heh, those peasants really did a number on-" Suddenly, she'd been cut off mid-sentence by an ominous, looming voice overhead, "Who's there!?" She questioned, looking about before quickly making eye contacted with the strange apparition.
"W-wha-" Zuqetta's eyes would widen as she gazed upon the large, horned individual; completely disregarding it's words as it spoke, "GAAAHHHH!! W-w-w-w-w-w-what the HECK are you!?!?" She questioned in a panic as she pointed rudely at the woman, before shaking her head to regain her composure and leaping a few few backwards into a fighting stance, "I mean, who the heck are you!? And w-what are you doing here!?!" Though unarmored and still comfortably wearing her favorite white sweater, Zuqetta was still ready for a fight. Rather than immediately lash out however, she chose words first and foremost. She'd already dealt with getting her butt kicked twice and was still pretty bruised up; as well, she would have liked to avoid potentially damaging her sweater if possible.
Post by Zerori and Zriracha on Apr 3, 2021 23:00:01 GMT -5
Against her better judgement, Zriracha grinned with devilish delight at the obvious distress this young girl was experiencing. She loved children; easy to care for, a delight to raise… and scaring them was the best thing since magic. To both of her questions, Zriracha did not appear offended in the least. It was a common question and one the Satyr woman took good satisfaction in answering. Floating down from her levitation, her hooves landed with an audible CLI-CLAK, possibly bringing attention to them.
Then, in a flourish that would make even a seasoned performer envy, Zriracha bowed gracefully, “I am known as Zriracha of Chakkapak. I am what you would call a Demon from the Realm of Demons,” She looked up, at odds with an itch feeling that had been bothering her. She recalled coming back to this place multiple times ever since Zerori was born for one reason or the other - it was never for very long as parenting was more important…
Yet she couldn't help but wonder...
-could she have seen this one before?
With a soft sound of thought, Zriracha stood back to her full height with the desire for answers, "Now the question remains for you, little one. Who are you?" Zuqetta
From the white hair to the black horns, Zuqetta could hardly believe her eyes as she looked upon this creature. A demon!? What the hell is that!?! She wondered, unintentionally taking another step back as the woman spoke and lowered to the ground. The sound of her hooves making contact with the ground immediately garnered attention, making Zuqetta realize this woman didn't even have a lower half! Okay, okay, okay! Pretend she's telling the truth! A demon? Why here? Why now?? Is she here to reap my soul!?! Is this because of what I did?!!?!? Zuqetta's heart raced as the woman stood to full height, towering with her monstrous form as she presented questions of her own.
"Zuqetta!" Zuqetta's answered abruptly, "And this! This is my property!" She continued, a nervous sweat trickling down the side of her face. I don't care if this woman IS a demon! I am NOT about to turn tail and flee! If she wants to reap my soul, I'll give her a HELL of a hard time about it!! Zuqetta thought, her expression remaining stern with wide eyes locked on the woman; all the while, the trembling of her body attempting to betray her conviction.
Post by Zerori and Zriracha on Apr 4, 2021 0:34:57 GMT -5
She could smell the fear on the child, as well as equal parts of sheer brevity. Upon receiving the child’s name, Zriracha would blink with surprise at just how aggressive they sounded. Ignoring the sweet scent of her fear, Zriracha focused on the name and brought a hand up to her chin in thought, “You are awfully familiar…” Almost seeming to ignore the girl’s second claim and declaration until the Satyr woman smiled with mysterious intent. “Is that so? Your home, then?” She pointedly turned to look at the remnants of the broken building - as if she hadn’t been doing her own lamenting just minutes before Zuqetta had arrived. “Is such a 'property' of value to one as young as you?”
As simple as the question had been, the Demon was weaving layers into her words; uncertain if the child would have taken notice of the double mean to the inquiry. Zriracha didn’t hold this place in any higher regard than she did anywhere else, but there was a reason she returned here often in spite of trying to raise a daughter.
She then opted for more digging questions, “I remember this place, but not as it is now. Would you know why it is in such a state? Whom burned this place to the cinders it wallows in now?”
"This place is no home..." Zuqetta responded immediately, before thinking on Zriracha's second question. Did this place have value? At least to Zuqetta? It was difficult for her to say; she hadn't had a terrible time growing up here, but neither did she had any positive experiences here. Technically, it would have been difficult to even prove the claim the the property was now hers; she had no idea if her father had even registered her as his daughter in any kind of database. She thought back to what Vennel had taught her about assets and took a deep breath before responding calmly. "No, this place has no value."
As the woman spoke, though Zuqetta didn't feel calmed by her, she also didn't feel any form of aggression. Who was this woman? Why did she claim to know of the manor? Zuqeeta averted her gaze from Zriracha's final question; crossing her arms as she thought about the reasoning for the manors destruction. Though not by her own hand; if not for Zuqetta, the manor would still be standing. "Who knows..." Zuqetta answered curtly, "Guess someone didn't like the man who lived here..." She finished, looking over the wreckage with an uncomfortable hope of finding some answer of what happened to her father.
Post by Zerori and Zriracha on Apr 4, 2021 1:17:55 GMT -5
Hmm… what a curious response, Zriracha noted with an arch of an eyebrow at how quick Zuqetta was to answer. Did she possess ill memories of this place? Was she struggling with some lack of closure. Upon hearing the answer to her second question, Zriracha was more than convinced that this girl wasn’t lying, but… didn’t know what the value of a home was. The grin on her face gave a little, falling into a neutral expression as she considered Zuqetta’s situation.
Then, an idea sprung to life.
“I see. A man lived here that didn’t do nice things,” Zriracha summarized poorly, with intentional lack of decorative words. “I can’t imagine it’s easy to live with someone like that. Certainly, whomever destroyed this place must have felt quite…” She let her words hang off into the air, as calculating her next handful of words with a cock of her head. “-vindicated.” She then shook her head, “It is of no matter to me, I suppose. Not my business. One can only hope that this ‘avenger’ of sorts has come to peace. I can only imagine revisiting the… how do mortals put it? ‘Scene of the crime’?” She smiled, her tone light and inquisitive while somehow implying that this one certainly came here for a reason.
Hearing Zriracha's words, Zuqetta immediately shot a glare to kill, like icy daggers towards the woman; before abruptly turning away and walking past her. The words stung, but she DID feel vindicated; and yet, considering all the strife she'd experienced since the event, it was difficult to say whether she had been right or wrong. A bad man did bad things and was punished, it should have been as simple as that. Life however, could never be so simple; hindsight plagued her and she'd taken for granted everything she had. A warm bed, extravagant meals, the freedom to schedule her day however she felt; sleeping, eating and training wherever she so desired! Yet... it was all empty...
"Who cares! Who ever are you?" Zuqetta responded as she moved about the charred manor grounds, "And I don't mean your name, I mean YOU; I know why I'm here, as I already said, this is my property, but why are YOU here?" She questioned sharply, clearly aggravated by the woman's previous words and the thoughts they provoked.
It was difficult to make head or tails of the manors layout now that it lay in ruins; as well, considering she'd only rarely ever seen it from the outside, Zuqetta had a hard time finding her bearings within its dilapidated form. Ugh... if I could just find my room, I can be done with this place! She lamented, giving a light sigh as she searched around.
Post by Zerori and Zriracha on Apr 4, 2021 2:31:09 GMT -5
“Oh?” Zriracha’s gaze followed Zuqetta as they stomped away, once again at odds with the reaction she received. It was par for the course for Zerori, which was a testament to why she was unphased so far, but that was Zerori - her daughter. She held no such connection to this one that she could recall. Watching Zuqetta move around the area with such knowledge, her bark of complaint held merit.
“Once, before you were born most likely, I roamed this planet in search of…” Following Zuqetta, she carefully stepped over debris and burnt affects, “-a mate, if you will. Such was my duty even in the plane view of my power,” She explained. She looked up, sparing the wreckage no more of her attention, “Under the guise of an alias and with no home of my own, I had to make due with what I had.” Then, with a shrug, she looked to Zuqetta with an impish smirk, “-that said, the universe didn’t gift me the power of magic to be squandered. I found the grandest home that appeared the most vacant and took advantage, you could say. However, now that I’ve had time to think about it…”
Zriracha frowned, realizing some similarities with the girl in front of her and the very few inhabitants that she avoided. “I don’t think it was ever truly vacant, was it?”
"Bleh, I don't need to hear about THAT..." Zuqetta cringed, attempting to ignore what Zriracha had just mentioned about her quest for a mate. What? Was this 'demon' some mistress of the old man or somethin'? She thought, before snickering briefly, "Heh, as if..." She mumbled as she continued on through the building, slowing making her way to a less destroyed portion.
From here, though the structure still showed signs of obvious fire damage; the building seemed to have retained an almost familiar visage. Once would be able to find the makings of door ways and of what used to be halls. Even the tiled flooring of what may have been a kitchen could be made out. "What are you getting at?" Zuqetta questioned, "As far as I know, this place has never been empty..." She answered, though with slight hesitation, "At least... not in the literal sense... and not for as long as I've been around..."
Zuqetta's pace increased, it was clear she was drawing nearer to her ultimate destination; now that the building was becoming a bit easier to navigate, it was only a matter of time until she came across what she had been searching for. The deeper the two would go into the ruins, the more of a building it would begin to look like; with rooms finally being able to be made out from the surrounding rubble.
Post by Zerori and Zriracha on Apr 4, 2021 3:27:46 GMT -5
Zriracha couldn’t help her amused snort as Zuqetta proved to be just as fun to annoy as her daughter was. Perhaps she could use that angle to glean a little more from her? So far as she could tell, however, this one only needed a little nudge in the right direction to start talking. Even if questions were the topic at hand. The woman followed, keeping a respectful pace, “What I mean to say, if it is not obvious, is that if anyone did occupy this place during my rare escapades through it’s halls-” She looked at a piece of wall that still stood, bringing a hand to flick at it’s wallpaper and pity it’s crumbling form. “-it must have been very few or rarely in actual occupancy.”
She noted the hesitancy, at least, and continued with her own question, “Are you an only child?” It was a bit out of left field but would lead into a point. “If you were then you would naturally lack siblings. Siblings play, do they not? Which leads me to my next question, Zuqetta,” She cocked her head to the side with a slight expression of piteous smile, “Did you ever have someone to play with?”
Zerori had many. Too many, one might say, but such a thing didn’t exist among the Chakkapak. While they were not blood-related, the Chakkapak were fiercely protective of one of their own enough that blood did not hold weight under the water of the covenant.
Zuqetta didn't bother answered what it seemed like Zriracha already knew. It was true, for the most part the halls of the manor had been mostly empty. Zuqetta could recall each time she had a chance encounter with one of the guards or even her own father when wandering the halls; the frequency was so few in number that it'd have been more difficult to forget. Other than Zuqetta herself, there had been no one for whom she could consider a resident of the manor. The guards were interchangeable, blank faces; and her father came and went as he pleased, hardly deigning associate with his own daughter outside of training. Zriracha then presented a curious question, two in fact; questions that distracted her and caused her to stop in place at their mention.
"An only child?" She whispered curiously, "I don't gotta answer your question!" She protested, turning about to face Zriracha with crossed arms and a stern expression, "And are those horns on too tight or somethin'? Got'em in a twist? You're talkin' to a Saiyan, ya know? Saiyan's don't 'play', we fight!" She finished, added extra emphasis to her final word.
In truth, as far as Zuqetta knew, she was in fact an only child; but that was only as far as SHE knew. She knew not what her father did when he wasn't around, and knew nothing about the rest of her 'family' if she even had any. Her life had been contained to the manor since she was born, and all she was certain of was that she was the only one around. If there had ever been any others, she had no memory of them...
Post by Zerori and Zriracha on Apr 4, 2021 15:32:51 GMT -5
Ah, so that was where the differences began? Zriracha thought in response to Zuqetta’s attempt to get under her skin. An assumed attempt, anyway, as the very idea of imagining her daughter not having someone to play with or even interact with children of her age was… unimaginable. Simply unimaginable. And yet here this child claimed that it was normal for Saiyan children to not play but fight? I am so sorry, my love, but I seemed to have made the right decision. She didn’t like to think that Cress could be wrong.
Still, she could turn this around. After all, if Zuqetta didn’t ‘play’ with anyone then she must have fought with them. Unless… “By not answering my question, I do believe you gave me an answer,” It was a silly response but one that Zriracha was sure she was right about. “If my question is incorrect, however, then I shall amend it.”
Zriracha crossed her arms, pointedly looking down at Zuqetta with a raised brow, “Did you fight with any children in the halls? Keep in mind, little one,” She leaned down to leer toward Zuqetta with a grin, “-I have raised not just a Demon but a Saiyan Demon. I know what a fight and what play sounds like and I am certain you did neither of those things whilst you lived here.”
It felt oddly cruel to bring such a claim to light.
The fur upon Zuqetta's tail began to frizz in anger as the woman spoke, acting as though she was omniscient. Just 'cause I didn't answer... Zuqetta thought, gritting her teeth with rising tension as this would be trespasser continued about her retort. "And exactly, how the hell can YOU be so certain, hm!?" Zuqetta questioned, Wait, this woman said it several times... she's broken into the place before, and a ton of times by the sound of it!
Zuqetta's fist would clench as the woman loomed over her, the annoyance she felt reaching its pinnacle. "Know what!? Who cares! What I can assure YOU of, is I've fought TONS of times here!" Zuqetta argued, "Maybe not with anyone my age, but I've fought!" She continued, slamming her tail hard into the ground.
"And I dunno what you're goin' on about 'demon this' and 'demon that'! But if you don't back off, I'll show you a REAL demon!" She stated, slamming her fist into the palm of her hand, "If you wanna spend your time talkin' ta some kid, then get outta here and go chat it up with that daughter you mentioned! Not like a half breed is a REAL Saiyan anyways!" She finished, her face flushed with anger the entire time she spoke.