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Post by Chancellor Cheri on Apr 9, 2021 3:51:11 GMT -5
Right. It’s here. It’s just… it’s just there. All you need to do is knock on the front door.
For the uninitiated:
Cheri regarded the dragon statue with suspicion to take her mind off the possibility that… well, a possibility, let’s leave it at that. She’d already given it a rather thorough examination with tuffle technology, which was just about the best way know what was in it including seeing its exact blueprints, and from that could determine that, as far as anything could tell, it was entirely legitimate. The stone dragon curved around an almost flat bowl in the centre of the artpiece to look at its reflection through its (stone) water. But, with a tap, that stone water presented over its flat surface two lit-up green symbols in the style of a radar: for one, always in the centre, the marker that represented the statue’s current location and, two, a dot… the other statue. Amara, too, if she had it near.
Cheri looked up at the spot which, the dragon claimed, its brethren sat. She’d tracked its location down, after a good bit of double- and triple-checking, to a house on Papaya Island. She had to make sure, had to make absolute sure, and she had to be absolutely confident in this. If it were a lie, it this were some elaborate trap, she would need to be careful to escape it, to be ready enough, to be powerful enough to immediately get out of there and defeat whichever assassins and outrun whichever explosions and by god the stress and… Cheri had to sit down for a moment to avoid going into a panic attack. But, then, she thought to what it might be like if it wasn’t a trap, if it was real. She wondered what Amara would be like. She wondered how she’d take it, if Cheri could manage to tell her at all. She thought of a terrible way it could go by either possibility, not sure which was worse, and that really wasn’t helping with the panic attack.
From the perspective of anyone in the house, a remarkably short, pink-haired and middle-aged woman dressed in unremarkable Earthling clothes, fidgety and visibly stressed, would eventually have knocked on their front door (with a solid knock, credit due) after having spent the past five minutes rushedly loitering around ust in eyeshot of the house’s windows.
If relevant, this woman also happened to have a Power Level of 20,000. So, yeah, there’s that too.
For the uninitiated:
Cheri was a tuffle, and had been one for quite a while (har har). However, long story short, under extenuating circumstances, she’d met a certain saiyan called Garrick, and together eventually the two would have a child. Unfortunately, though, this child looked more like a saiyan than a tuffle, and so had been marred with the fate and culture of a saiyan. That was decades ago. Cheri had never seen her grown up.
Not too long ago, on Plant, Cheri had encountered a saiyan called ‘Yangcong’. After a bit of fuss and an arrest, Yangcong told Cheri that he was an old friend of Garrick, that he had previously spoken with Amara and that he was there to find Cheri. He gave her a dragon statue and claimed that he’d given Amara one as well; apparently, through Cheri’s, she could determine the location of Amara’s. And, through that, she could find her daughter… or, that was the idea.
However, given that Cheri later found Yangcong in Hatchi City pretending that he, clearly a saiyan, even remotely belonged there, she was also quite sure that she could never quite trust anything he’d told her or anything he’d given her.
Cheri regarded the dragon statue with suspicion to take her mind off the possibility that… well, a possibility, let’s leave it at that. She’d already given it a rather thorough examination with tuffle technology, which was just about the best way know what was in it including seeing its exact blueprints, and from that could determine that, as far as anything could tell, it was entirely legitimate. The stone dragon curved around an almost flat bowl in the centre of the artpiece to look at its reflection through its (stone) water. But, with a tap, that stone water presented over its flat surface two lit-up green symbols in the style of a radar: for one, always in the centre, the marker that represented the statue’s current location and, two, a dot… the other statue. Amara, too, if she had it near.
Cheri looked up at the spot which, the dragon claimed, its brethren sat. She’d tracked its location down, after a good bit of double- and triple-checking, to a house on Papaya Island. She had to make sure, had to make absolute sure, and she had to be absolutely confident in this. If it were a lie, it this were some elaborate trap, she would need to be careful to escape it, to be ready enough, to be powerful enough to immediately get out of there and defeat whichever assassins and outrun whichever explosions and by god the stress and… Cheri had to sit down for a moment to avoid going into a panic attack. But, then, she thought to what it might be like if it wasn’t a trap, if it was real. She wondered what Amara would be like. She wondered how she’d take it, if Cheri could manage to tell her at all. She thought of a terrible way it could go by either possibility, not sure which was worse, and that really wasn’t helping with the panic attack.
From the perspective of anyone in the house, a remarkably short, pink-haired and middle-aged woman dressed in unremarkable Earthling clothes, fidgety and visibly stressed, would eventually have knocked on their front door (with a solid knock, credit due) after having spent the past five minutes rushedly loitering around ust in eyeshot of the house’s windows.
If relevant, this woman also happened to have a Power Level of 20,000. So, yeah, there’s that too.
20,000PL
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