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Post by Pepa on Oct 7, 2018 12:12:28 GMT -5
“Ladies and Gentlemen, we are proud to present your host for this evening, THE AMAZING TARAJ!”
To say that these surroundings were not typical for Eschalot would be an understatement. The announcer’s voice echoed in the high-ceiling roomed; a formal space which had been decked out in brightly-coloured silks, the walls lined with tapestries depicting ancient stories and legends of Konats, including the terrifying monster which had once wreaked such terrible havoc across the planet. There were two dozen tables scattered about the room, enough of a space between them that the various guests could enjoy themselves with plenty of elbow room. Most of the guests were locals – quite high-end locals, too. Wealthy men and women dressed in their finery, with the few more… unusual, visitors distributed throughout the tables to help add a sense of exoticism to the proceedings. Nothing guaranteed an evening of entertaining anecdotes more than a guest from beyond the stars! Eschalot hadn’t come here for the small talk and vanity of merchants and petty nobles, though. She’d come here because she wanted to confront her ignorance head-on. She didn’t like that magic was something she didn’t understand, and she wanted to clear up her misconceptions on it. She was certain that it was something she could get her head around, if she just grasped the basic fundamentals and took it from there. The woman stood out like a sore thumb with her dour expression, dark hair, and Saiyan Elite battle armour all worn unapologetically. It didn’t help that she was growing hungry. They’d been promised food, along with the ‘magic show’. So far, she’d been here an hour and neither had materialised. Her fingers drummed her irritation out along the surface of the table, much to the increasing consternation of her fellow diners. And then the magician came out on stage. He was dressed as a stereotypical Konatsian wizard; deep purple robes coupled with a magnificently pointy hat, both of which were stitched with bright silver stars. Eschalot’s eyes narrowed mistrustfully at the man and his elaborate costume. Such things were usually an indication, in her experience, that the wearer wanted to distract from their own ineptitude. The less capable the warrior, the more they fussed with their uniform and polished their boots. “Yes, yes, good evening!” Taraj proclaimed as he stepped to the centre of the stage. “And what a fine evening it is too. A fine evening… for WONDER!”
And with a flourish, he plucked his hat from his head, and produced from within it a squirming white rabbit, to the polite and effusive applause of the audience. Eschalot snorted with frustration. Was this really what she was here to see? Some man produce entrees from his hat? That wasn’t magic! That was catering! (PL suppressed to 10,000 - 471 words Queen Kuueru )
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Oct 8, 2018 8:26:26 GMT -5
Magic.
It was something that the demoness had been engrossed in from an early onset in life. Living in the demon realm made sure she was aware of what the art was. Not only did she partake in the skill of sorcery herself, but she had worked alongside Hachi the magician to ensure that she was using it to her utmost advantage. One of the main magic spells she used was an illusion that was her daily disguise.
What demon had sun-kissed peachy skin and hair stained pink? No horns, no wings, no forked tail---Kuueru didn’t appear to be that of the chaotic breed in the least. At least, not to the public eye. She found that waltzing around in her true form brought too much conflict and attention, hence---she maintained the spell of camouflage for most of her waking time out and about while exploring the galaxy.
Like most nights, Kuueru aimed to seek a luxurious meal and some entertainment. What better than to travel to the mage world of Konats and partake in a magic show. Though, she assumed it would be far from the real arcane art---even the promise of a full course meal peaked her interest more than some knock off wizard man.
However, there she sat at a table of five---with no food in sight. Still, the show had yet to begun; she tried to retain some patience for the time being. Yet, there was something off about the patrons at this party. Her eyes glanced around the room of locals, and while most of Konat’s people carried some affinity for magic, there was a glaring level of strength in the room.
Dull lavender eyes scanned until she pinpointed the onyx haired woman clad in traditional Saiyan armor. It was an odd outfit for the night, sure enough. Kuueru herself had worn a simple back dress that hugged her long body relatively tastefully. Her feet were in a simple pair of matching heels that left her awkwardly walking despite her many attempts. The demon had long since learned that in events such as these, going overly formal was better than walking in underwhelmingly. With her power level successfully suppressed as well, not many batted an eye towards Kuueru.
She pushed herself from her seat and walked across the room briefly before the show began. Ironically there was still an open seat at the table of the unknown woman. The demoness pulled the chair out and found herself seated to the right of the stranger whose power shone above the rest.
She tried to make it look like she belonged there and simply didn’t walk all the way across the room out of curiosity. But she was easy to read at times.
Just then, the lights dimmed and the spotlights shined upon stage. What came out next was rather, odd.
It was like she had seen in children’s movies on Earth. A magician who looked more like a joke than a legitimacy. The demon’s lips curved into a smile as the wait staff began to make their rounds to each of the tables. They took drink orders, in which Kuueru just asked for a bottle of wine for the duration of the show. It came chilled in an ice bucket, the dull crimson liquid was soon uncorked and poured for the demon as the man on stage seemingly pulled game from a hat.
“Wowza, how...impressive,” Kuueru mumbled to herself and the table apathetically as she sipped down her wine. She too however emitted a growl from her stomach at the thought of the impending feast. Luckily, the wait staff provided some bread and butter for everyone to hold off the pit of acid that seemed to sting at their throats.
She greedily grabbed a roll and dunked it hastily in the butter instead of using the provided knives and saucers. She stuffed her mouth much to the strange looks of the other guests at the table.
“Man, I hope he cuts someone in half, that’d be neat,” the woman chuckled through the struggle of a full mouth. Pepa, WC: 682
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Post by Pepa on Oct 8, 2018 12:25:41 GMT -5
“Is that something people do with magic? I could get behind that.”
It is an idle comment, and the moment she’s said it, Eschalot regrets it. It was the kind of banter she’d shared with her squad back in the day. Casually cruel, making a joke of death and the promise of violence. She was supposed to have left that kind of thing behind, but it was hard, sometimes, to remember the bounds of polite society.
She glanced to the pink-haired woman now sat next to her (had she always been there? Eschalot wasn’t really paying attention) and took her in. The level of power was… significant, by local standards, but hardly overwhelming. Not something to be worried about at any rate.
As the newcomer set the tone, the Saiyan grabbed a handful of bread and stuffed it into her gaping maw in virtual mimicry of the woman’s table manners. The horrified expressions of the well-to-do found no purchase on her or her new companion. She could feel bad about making jokes about killing people, but fine dining? That would always be a somewhat secondary concern for her. Etiquette in such matters was … difficult to worry about to any great degree.
The magician on the stage was not so unconcerned by the peanut gallery, though, and shot the pair daggers from the stage. Literally. A flourish of his hands, and a pair of gleaming steel daggers materialised above the table before spearing hard into the surface of the wood.
“IF you are QUITE finished, ladies.” He announced, loudly, “The show IS about to begin, and whilst I hadn’t prepared a cutting people in half trick, the temptation is growing more prominent by the second!”
For her part, the Saiyan looked suitably impressed. She wasn’t listening overmuch to what the guy was actually saying any more, but she did draw one of the knives from the table, as the fellow guests gave quiet applause and amused laughter – as though this was supposed to have actually cowed the Saiyan and the Demon into mute silence at such a display of obvious power.
Eschalot wiped crumbs from her mouth with the back of her hand, and brought the weapon up to her eyeline, inspecting it curiously. On the stage, the magician was continuing to discuss his next trick, as a crystal ball floated in from the side.
“This magical orb may not seem like much to the uninitiated.” He crooned, “But to those of us with the arcane eye to see, it is a gateway into the future! A window into the past! A mirror that reflects possibilities too intangible for the merely-mortal mind to comprehend!”
He seemed to be getting more and more into his spiel, when Eschalot chose to interrupt. Food still hadn’t been brought out, but her hunger was replaced with curiosity, and now she had questions she really wanted to know an answer to.
“Hey. Did you actually make this out of nothing, or did you summon it from somewhere?” She shouted at the stage, waving the dagger from the table. She continued to speak, but at a lower tone, to Kuueru. “I mean, I don’t know which is more impressive really. Turning energy into matter is pretty intensive and he didn’t seem to break a sweat, but warping space enough to teleport an object from somewhere to somewhere else with that kind of precision? That’s awesome too.”
These things WERE theoretically possible with energy manipulation as she understood it… but the magician had no real ki energy in him to speak of; his powerlevel was pitifully low. How could a man like that pull off tricks like this?
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Oct 9, 2018 14:57:14 GMT -5
The woman beside her seemed to show a similar interest in her ‘joke’ of seeing another bisected. Kuueru rested a cheek into an idly hand while the other stuffed her face and intermittently sucked down wine. Hopefully despite her having a stomach full of plush carbohydrates, she would still get a buzz from the mid-ranged booze.
A lavender gaze shifted towards the odd one at the table. Her body was clad in combat armor--which was, not quite the attire for such an event. Not unless she was the one on stage to be cut in two. There was no doubt in Kuueru’s mind that this woman was a warrior of some caliber, even her insignificant power lever---at least what she displayed---was multitudes higher than anyone else in the room. Perhaps even higher than what Kuueru led on about herself.
Something about the mystery lulled her in. How much stronger was this woman? If the demoness was holding back, it would be naive not to think that the black-haired female wasn’t as well.
Suddenly, their attention would be ripped back to the stage. Kuueru didn’t think that their side conversation was too bothersome to the crowd, let alone the man on stage. If anything, the people at their table were the one’s shooting them dirty looks. Still, as her eyes scanned the room everyone was turned in their seats with necks crooked to see the loudmouths.
“Heh, I volunteer,” It was a last jab of course, she would be quiet from here on out as to not get kicked out of a free meal ticket. However, she leaned back into the cushioned wooden chair and near the ear of her new companion. Her attention quickly drifted from the purpose of the show and towards the obvious Saiyan picking up a knife.
Of course the blade wasn’t meant to tear flesh of mortals, it was barely sharp enough to rip through their meat for the evening. Still, the way that the other galred into it unsettled Kuueru. She wondered what was rolling through her head, perhaps the Saiyan was just a bit hungry and overly eager for her meal?
“Eh?” Kuueru mumbled as the woman belted up at the stage. She was so distracted she had barely noticed the floating ball of crystal that hung in the air next to Taraj. Did he manifest it out of nothing? Her suspicions were confirmed as Eschalot turned to her with inquiries and comments. With a hushed voice she returned her own comments with earnestly.
“Oh wow, I’m….” Kuueru gazed at the stage, usually with magical energy she could feel it. Be it light or dark, it was almost similar to that of ki. “Y’know? I think this guy man have drugged us all.”
Kuueru cracked another joke that forced her to cackle under her breath. She looked to her hand, uttering a brief incantation before a small rift opened just above her lap. The food had yet to arrive, and her appetite was growing unruly. A single hand reached under the table and into the dimensional portal. From it she fished around for a moment before pulling out a box.
It looked childish in advertising, but the portrait of a small happy fish was on the front. It boasted the ‘cheesiest’ flavor out of its competitors. She opened the box and took a few of the marine-shaped crackers before shoving a fist full into her mouth as the show went on. She then nudged the box towards her companion. Luckily, she still had these in the cabinet. It was always a mess to pick up takeout via the portal---she would just assume teleport at that point to avoid the mess.
“Want some? Doesn’t seem like the filets are whipping out anytime soon. Hell, they haven’t even brought one of those bowls of grass they promised…” Pepa WC: 641 | 1323
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Post by Pepa on Oct 10, 2018 4:30:19 GMT -5
The man on stage practically deflated at Eschalot’s further interruption.
“It is magic.” He said, as though he were talking to a child – which proved, really, that he was a terrible performer. You don’t engage with a heckler like this. You either ignore it, or cut them down. “I don’t have to explain anything.”
That response just infuriated Eschalot more, and she glowered at him as she sat back in her chair and sighed. Casually, she flung the knife up into the ceiling, where it punched through the tile of the roof and hung there. It was annoying her. She’d leave it there and see if it was still there at the end of the show, but she wouldn’t have to keep looking at it and pondering the inner mysteries of the dagger.
This distraction also meant that she completely missed the demon summoning food – which would have brought about all sorts of other questions. Instead, she’s just confronted with crackers, which she takes a large scoop of and shovels into her mouth. “Thankth.” She spluttered about it. “Thith thow ith kind of a dithapointment.”
Slow food, and more questions than answers so far, she was starting to feel like she wasn’t going to get much out of this. Thankfully, for both of them, food did start to arrive shortly after that. Waiting staff came in from the sides and laid out large trays of salad and delicate bowls. The Konatsians on the table began to take the tongs and spoons on offer, helping themselves to small portions of leafy greens and light drizzles of exotic dressings as the man on stage entered into the first part of his proper show.
This mostly seemed to revolve around summoning an increasing number of metal rings – large hoops in a variety of shimmering colours – which he assured the audience, and showed through tossing them around and to some lucky people who hadn’t been heckling him – were completely solid, then attaching them to one another with light raps and touches.
Eschalot helped herself to one full tray of salad, picking the whole thing up and dumping it on her plate as though daring anyone to object. A bowl full of dressing winds up poured over it, and she uses two pairs of tongs – twirling them akimbo – to begin tearing into what was supposed to be a dainty and delicate serving for the table.
“Is there actually no meat in this?” She asked, thankfully between mouthfuls this time, “I swear, nothing on this planet makes a lick of sense.”
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Oct 10, 2018 16:25:29 GMT -5
Kuueru’s snide smirk shifted to another bellow of laughter. If it wasn’t so blatantly obvious she were at a magic show, could would have assumed the man on stage was a comedian. It was part of the mystery of shows like this, he wasn’t wrong. The audience all sat at the edge of their seats with their eyes looking for trick wires, or the mechanisms that made the trick more rational. If they couldn’t see it, still--they assumed magic wasn’t real. Yet here on Konats, magic was a very real thing. Kuueru pondered if everyone had an affinity for the art here on this planet, or just like on Earth only the powerful shined through?
A loung shing hummed through the air as the knife now defied gravity and jabbed itself into the high vaulted ceiling overhead. Kuueru scooted away from the trajectory incase it fell later in the show and caught her off guard. It wouldn’t but---just to be safe.
It seemed that her ‘fish crackers’ sated both their appetites, but only for a moment before the waitstaff finally filed out of the kitchen with elaborate bowls and serving utensils.
“I mean, I’m just here for the meal anyhow---Normally I’d be listening to the clinking of silverware on dinner plates alone. So it’s nice occasionally,” Kuueru uttered the response earnestly towards Eschalot. Luckily, they were presented with bowls of leafy greens, various cut vegetables, and even a variety of drizzles. Kuueru didn’t care much for the dish, but she knew that the creamy white dressing was the only one that made it tolerable. She beckoned with it silently while the waiter dressed her bowl and set it before her.
After she was served however, the entire tray of greens was lifted and hoistoned towards the black-haired warrior. Kuueru chuckled at her appetite. She had heard of the stereotype of the Saiyan people from Lute, yet---not much more than that. It was a curious race, one that strived for power most of the time. She could respect that.
Her attention turned to the stage and the random things that Taraj was now doing. She couldn’t sense a lick of magical energy from the man. That was---obviously an indication that he was a fake...right? Her eyes narrowed as she tried to feel out with her ki to get a better idea. Yet---blank, nothing. Either he was extremely good at controlling his energy, or he was some sort of android or sentient robot. Yet, he flared his temper so well, that’s one hell of an AI.
“No meat, it’s more of a----precursor to the main meal. I suppose some mortals prefer to eat in chunks, with different temperatures and components to their dishes. Odd, I’m used to eating whatever I can get.”
Kuueru took another bite of the salad she had managed to steal before the Saiyan obtained it all. Yet, the grumbling and frustrated faces of the others at the table was apparent. Kuueru wondered just how long until they were removed from their seats for being obnoxious. Perhaps the Saiyan could behave until at least they received some protein.
“So, what do you think of this guy? I think he’s a sham.” Pepa WC: 533 | 1856
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Post by Pepa on Oct 11, 2018 5:49:18 GMT -5
“Mortals? Implying you’re not one?” Eschalot asked, scrutinising the woman next to her for a moment. But, well, she looked normal enough. It wasn’t like she had a halo or a pair of horns, those were supposed to be the traditional give-aways, weren’t they? Not that she actually believed in demons or kaioshin; those were bedtime stories for naïve children. If such things existed, she was sure that she’d have seen them by now, the amount of death and destruction she’s meted out and witnessed in the galaxy… any Gods would have to be blind or cruel to allow it to continue without interruption, and demons just seemed superfluous when the galaxy was filled with so many people willing to be monsters all on their own.
She pursed her lips thoughtfully as she eyed the man more closely. She wasn’t sure she could explain how he was doing what he was doing with the rings, but this wasn’t the kind of magic that she had been excited to see. She thought that magic was turning people into frogs, summoning bolts of lightning and blasts of flame. The knives had been impressive, but this? This just felt like parlour tricks.
“I don’t know.” She admitted, when asked what she thought of the man. “I mean, the knives were impressive. He didn’t throw them, he’s got some ki but it is a pitifully small amount, I would have felt it if he was just using physical power to throw them at us. It could be a machine of some kind I suppose, a matter converter or teleportation device, but to do it with such precision at a relatively long range with no indication of how it was done…”
She trailed off again, and seemed to lose interest in the food – which was the excuse the waiters had been waiting for in order to liberate the tray from the woman and rush it out back before she could cause any more distress to the more well-to-do guests at the table. She stared intently at the Amazing Taraj and his continuing demonstration of magical talents.
Now, he had produced a transparent box full of water, and a pair of assistants were tightening him into a straitjacket and wrapping him in chains. Lowered into the water, there were gasps of appreciation from the crowd as he wriggled and squirmed, apparently trying to free himself before he drowned. This just got rolled eyes from Eschalot.
“But this stuff?” She said, waving her hand dismissively, “I mean, what’s so impressive about this? Any Saiyan worth their salt would be able to tear their way free from that kind of binding. If this is what magic is all about, I’m very disappointed.”
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Oct 11, 2018 17:28:00 GMT -5
Perhaps the woman let a bit too much slip; however, she didn’t feel that by revealing she wasn’t a mortal would be too detrimental in this situation. A heavy sigh pressed from the demon’s lips as she managed to shove some more of the creamy coated greens into her mouth before chewing them obnoxiously. She pondered on how to respond for a few good seconds before just replying.
“Ayep, that’s the way it sounds I guess. I’m a demon,” The last part was a bit hushed as to not draw the attention of the rest of the table. Still, one might think twice about comparing the pink-haired woman to such a vile creature. She appeared as Earthling as humanly possible---yet, here she was making such proclamations.
“Hnn, I sense no magical energy from him either---I wonder if it’s those mystical things called magnets!?” Kuueru proclaimed, only finding out about the things and their reactions to metals after playing with some on a refrigerator most recently.
She too shifted her attention towards the man as he suited up for what seemed like an odd ritual of masochism. He was wrapped up into confines and lowered into a clear tankard of water. Anyone who required oxygen would surely drown within a few minutes, even the most experiences diver. Yet, this ordinary man was supposed to break free? Yeah, he had some power behind him, but he didn’t seem strong enough to get himself out of this one. Would he even use strength? Or would the bindings magically fall from his body and allow him to escape.
As the assistance submerged his body, they made sure to emphasize and loudly annotate each measure they took to keep the man locked away in the tank. Several chains and padlocks wrapped around the box as well as it’s lid. Even if he managed to escaped, he would still have to make it through those challenges as well.
“Hn, this man isn’t a Saiyan though,” Kuueru mumbled to Eschalot while keeping her intense focus on the stage. She was now immensely curious as to whether or not he could pull this feat off. There was something of an adrenaline rush from potentially watching someone lose their life in front of a crowd.
“If he escapes, we will see how.” She felt out with her ki, placing almost an aura’s amount on the stage. If any other disturbances or ki flowed against her own she would feel it. Like a spider sitting on a web, she waited for her prey. Pepa WC: 423 | 2279
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Post by Pepa on Oct 12, 2018 6:00:30 GMT -5
Eschalot looked askance at Kuueru as she confessed to being a demon, as though trying to work out if the woman was just making a joke in poor taste or was actually being serious. She definitely didn’t look like a demon. If she had to guess, she’d have gone with human – though she could easily be a blunt-eared Konatsian, or a Kabochan with an unusually short forehead. She could even be a Saiyan who dyed her hair. Really, the galaxy was filled with a lot of races that looked very similar to each other, so trying to guess was always a difficult proposition. But demon? Really? “I don’t think it is magnets.” Eschalot said, doubtfully. Her eyes drifted back to the stage, and she tried to put the woman’s words out of her head, but it was difficult. It was made all the stranger by the fact the woman clearly didn’t consider it anything particularly noteworthy. It was like she considered it obvious, or as irrelevant as the weather outside. At least the actual food was being served up now. Meat and vegetables – not in great quantity, and the serving staff are being careful to keep the trays out of Saiyan-grabbing-range this time – but that was at least a partial distraction from the woman’s wild claims. Only, it wasn’t enough. Eschalot didn’t particularly care about the man on stage any more. He was either a charlatan, or the ‘magic’ he was using was of a kind that was completely useless to her, in either case she couldn’t find it in herself to keep pretending to pay any attention to him when she was, apparently, sitting next to an actual demon. “So.” Eschalot said, between mouthfuls of juicy steak. “If you’re a demon, shouldn’t you be in Hell, or cursing everyone here horribly, or something?”
The Saiyan was being much less circumspect in her voice – apparently, discretion was not something that the Elite was used to, and it was only the fact that the people on stage were clearly trying to ramp up the show and make it as dramatic as possible which kept the attention of the other guests on the entertainment, rather than their boorish dinner companion. “You don’t look very demonic. I always thought demons were supposed to have horns and wings and stuff. You just look… normal.” She narrowed her eyes, and focused her senses on Kuueru, even as Kuueru focused on the stage. “You don’t feel too strong, either…” And, there it was! If Kuueru was able to keep her focus through the insistent questioning of the curious Saiyan, she’d feel the briefest flicker of magical energy on the stage, and then Taraj would suddenly no longer be in the box, but would be standing at the front of the stage, dripping wet, much to the rapturous applause of the audience as he took his bow. (Wordcount: 494 / 2485 Queen Kuueru)
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Oct 13, 2018 17:01:27 GMT -5
The demoness found herself chuckling at the other’s dismissing of her ‘magnets’ theory. While Kuueru honestly had no idea how they even worked--she was just throwing ideas around at this point. However, say this magician truly is able to use magic--what more was he capable of? Did he merely only use his power for financial gain or fame, or did he work undercover as a secret agent? The thoughts began to fire off in her head as she sat silently watching.
However, since Kuueru’s revelation, she sensed an air of silence from the other woman. Perhaps she too would react negatively towards the reveal. Most did. Either they would run in fear, or challenge her to a brawl. There usually wasn’t an inbetween. It was the main reason why she kept up a guise until she felt another person out.
“Hahaha, demons don’t live in hell silly. We reside in the Demon Realm for the most part. Hell is another section of Other World entirely.” Kuueru smiled and turned her head towards the food that was not sitting before her. A single finger pressed to the meat, the give in resistance only made her smile.
“Perfectly cooked,” Kuueru mumbled before grabbing and knife and slicing into the rather rare meat. She brought the fork to her mouth and savored the char and succulent juices that were only amplified by her chewing.
She tried to also keep her attention on the stage, yet the conversation at the table was much more interesting.
“I do have horns, wings---even a tail. This is a disguise I maintain while here in the realm of mortals. Call me coward I guess,” She wasn’t scared though. It was just the hassle that bothered her. It took a lot of concentration to maintain the spell of camouflage; but she found it easier to just avoid the confrontations than invite them constantly.
“I don’t feel strong? Should I be a beacon for others to ruin my night? I’m sure you hold back your power too Saiyan. You think I don’t either?”
Kuueru answered earnestly. She hadn’t met many a Saiyan warrior who carried a power level so low, better yet---most would flaunt their power. This other woman wasn’t typical of her race either. Perhaps they were more similar than expected?
Her head snapped towards the stage---watching as a now free Taraj stood and saturated the wooden paneling below.
“That was it,” Kuueru confirmed, her lavender eyes snapping to an intent crimson. She shoved more of the meat and vegetables into her mouth as she tried to remember what the disturbance in her own ‘aura spider web’ felt.
“He used magic---or someone did,” Kuueru was still unsure if the man on stage was the caster or the puppet---but whatever he did to escape that water filled box, was unnatural in the senses.
“It seems our suspicions are validated. Hn. Interesting. I’d be interested in interrogating him after the show,” Kuueru then let out a hearty chuckle over the roar of applause of the crowd. Clearly, she meant that as a joke. Pepa WC: 512 | 2791
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Post by Pepa on Oct 14, 2018 3:33:50 GMT -5
Apparently, her newfound dinner companion was determined to push this ‘demon’ delusion as far as it could go. Eschalot had no idea what the distinction between ‘Demon Realm’ and ‘Hell’ was, and ‘Other World’ was just a euphemism for the afterlife, wasn’t it? She frowned deeply as she found herself concentrating more intently on Kuueru – she wasn’t even touching her food, which spoke volumes as to the level the demon had actually managed to unnerve her. “Hey, now.” She said, tapping her fingers on the table. “My name’s Eschalot. Let’s not start with that whole ‘Saiyan’ business, or I’ll start calling you ‘Demon’.” That was where a lot of problems stemmed from, wasn’t it? People assuming that because they knew where you were from, they knew everything there was to know about you. Eschalot was a Saiyan, yes, and she had a lot of the traditional Saiyan baggage – but she wasn’t a lapdog for the Queen, and she wasn’t that interested in fighting for its own sake. That alone set her apart from her fellows in a number of core respects, and apparently this demon wasn’t the kind of cackling monster she had always associated with the term, either. When her eyes turned bloody red, though, that leant credence to her claims more than anything else. A shiver ran down Eschalot’s spine, but she couldn’t deny the usefulness of it. If it weren’t for Kuueru’s apparently mystical nature, she would not have been able to guess how that was actually done – but apparently there was something to this magic stuff after all. From what she’d seen, with animated bones, elemental forces shooting her from walls, and now an actual demon having a dinner conversation as though it were no big deal… yeah. Eschalot’s scepticism had its limits. When the universe is showing you that kind of evidence, maybe it is time to concede that magic might exist. Which meant she wanted to know how it worked. “That’s not a bad idea!” Eschalot said to Kuueru’s joking suggestion. The magician was already taking his final bow and stepping back behind the curtain. Now, Eschalot stood up, and clapped her hands together. “Interrogation might be a strong word, but I didn’t come here to watch parlour tricks, I came here to learn how it’s done. Want to go ask a few questions?”It was a genuine question – she was hardly going to force Kuueru to come with her… but either way, the Saiyan was making a beeline for the backstage, employees-only area now; she might not go looking for fights all the time, but her way of dealing with problems was still rather… direct. Wordcount: 461 / 2946 Queen Kuueru
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Oct 14, 2018 19:13:21 GMT -5
Kuueru noted the deep frown upon her companions face. It was obvious that knowledge of Other World was limited to mortals. She noted that she would have to be more careful about her phrasing in the future to avoid the confusion. With a huffe the demoness looked as the raven-haired woman as she finally revealed her name. In the mortal realm it was at least customary to return the favor.
“Oh, interesting name. Sorry if you took offense, I just---Nevermind…” Kuueru paused while brushing a bit of the pink locks from her forehead, “I’m Kuueru, I don’t have one of those last names that some mortals carry.”
At least they both had a moniker for one another at this point. However the demon couldn’t help but feel she offended the other by announcing their lineage. However, it was blatantly obvious with the style of armor that coated her body. Though, Kuueru hadn’t stereotyped much else. She wasn’t the type to say that an entire race would behave the same based on purely blood. That was something she refused to do. She hoped that Eschalot wasn’t too offended by her assumptions.
Still, the woman jumped at the idea of interrogating the magician. Kuueru sat quietly. She wondered if the man had a bodyguard or some sort of protection. Perhaps he wouldn’t be opposed to two--seemingly attractive women bothering him after the show. Though, their rudeness throughout his performance would probably stop such a ‘groupie’ interaction.
“I’m down, what do we have to lose?” Kuueru answered earnestly and soon after the show was over Eschalot had already began darting backstage. Kuueru quickly finished the last bite of filet before tacking to the other’s side. The demoness found herself pushing past the crowd who were eager to leave; yet---this pair were heading past security and even made it to the dressing room area of the show.
“Hm, he’s the star of the show...perhaps we should look for the dressing room for the star!~” Kuueru jested. But it just so happened that there was just such a spot. Among the various preparation rooms was one with Taraj’s name plastered upon it proudly. Kuueru found herself outside of it awkwardly as Eschalot joined her.
“I---Should we just...go in?” Kuueru chuckled while looking to the Saiyan curiously. It didn’t matter though, the woman had already forced open the door and barged into the room without permission. Within the man was seen with a lady on either side, luckily however, they were all still robed.
“Erm---eh… shit.” The demoness mumbled while the two women scurried from the room. Hastily, Kuueru locked the door behind them. Of course, that was after the Saiyaness had joined her on the inside. Pepa WC: 453 | 3244
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Post by Pepa on Oct 15, 2018 3:59:56 GMT -5
As much as Eschalot might dislike the assumptions that tended to follow her given her choice in clothing, she couldn’t deny that sometimes it was a useful tool. Most people assumed that, as a Saiyan, she was violent, loud, and prone to outbursts of sudden property damage. All of those things were true, of course, but she did try to target that rage in a useful direction. It wasn’t like she wanted to cause trouble for normal people. In fact, much of her life was now about trying to atone for the sins accrued when that wasn’t true! But regardless, the armour – and the reputation that came with it – meant that it took a very brave civilian indeed to tell her that she couldn’t go somewhere she wanted to go, and it didn’t seem like there were any in the serving staff tonight. Eschalot led the way with her ‘demon’ friend in tow, and when they made it to the gaudy door, she rolled her eyes. “Should have expected something like this. At least he isn’t hiding.”
The muttered condemnation of his arrogance was followed by even more eyerolling when Kuueru opened the door and disturbed what looked like it was going to be some sort of love-in. Taraj was rather less sanguine about it. In person, he also seemed... much shorter than he had done on stage. He barely came up to Kuueru's shoulder! “What is the meaning of this?!” The ‘wizard’ spluttered, “You two aren’t allowed back here! Get out before I call security!”
Eschalot chuckled dryly at that, and shook her head, stepping around the side of her pink-haired companion to pinch the bridge of her nose with one hand, and hold up a gloved finger with the other. “Look. We’re not here to cause trouble. We just have some questions about how you were doing what you were doing. You didn’t like me shouting questions in the show, so what else was I supposed to do?”
Taraj drew himself up to his full, rather unimposing, height, and adjusted the wizard’s hat atop his head. His hands found his hips, and he glared between the Saiyan and the Demon in equal measure. “I don’t care what kind of questions you have!” He huffed, “A magician never reveals their secrets! That’s the Code, right there. See? So you’ll just have to stay wondering. If you want to know how to do magic, find some other poor fool to take you on as apprentices, I certainly have no intention of helping you!”Eschalot didn’t respond to the little man’s outburst, though her frown did deepen considerably at it. (Wordcount: 454 / 3,400 Queen Kuueru)
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Oct 16, 2018 15:17:43 GMT -5
Unlike a Saiyan who might use their intimidating appearance to get shortcuts, Kuueru never enjoyed that route. While her true demonic form was indeed fear-invoking, it also drew in trouble that she preferred to leave at the door. Now the only attention she got was from drunkards at the bar---they got the idea that she wasn’t interested in them very quickly however. With way less bloodshed.
Once the door open she chuckled at Eschalot’s reaction. The women inside piled out and they made their way inside, the door shutting behind them tightly. He appeared to be rather upset with their---who knows, thirteenth disruption of the night.
It seemed the Saiyan was the one curious about magic, after all--Kuueru could use it and understand it to some extent. Perhaps this interrogation would be somewhat fruitful for the warrior. Kuueru rested her hands on her hips and observed dry. While it was true that the man had asked them not to question him during the show, it didn’t appear he was up for it now either.
A magician never reveals their secrets? That’s it. What harm did it do to even, admit that there was some mysticism behind it. Could he even perform a trick while not on the stage?
“Well, it seems he’s not a total dunce, but yes. Magic is very real, so real, you can almost feel it?” Kuueru chuckled before murmuring a few incantations in the demonic tongue. She held out a single hand, dark tendrils whipping forth and wrapping around the wizard with ease. Perhaps her point was to prove that it was a real thing, perhaps she wanted to test the ‘great’ Taraj and see if he could manage to escape this situation much like the water death trap on stage.
“Oh I almost forgot,” A single of the tendrils wrapped tightly around his mouth to stop him from drawing attention to the dressing room. Though, he was already yelling beforehand, she could only imagine his incessant babbling would increase like a trapped animal.
“Perhaps this wasn’t my brightest idea of the night...but, my colleague here wants to see some real magic, not some parlor tricks. You understand right? Unless you don’t know real magic? Do you have someone who does it for you? Hah. Let’s see,” The tendrils tightened around his body and extremities, rendering him immobile without the aid of some magical skills or raw power. Pepa WC: 403 | 3647
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Post by Pepa on Oct 17, 2018 2:48:21 GMT -5
“Hey, now, Kuueru, don’t you think that’s a bit… extreme?”
Eschalot was clearly unnerved by the dark tendrils now wrapping around the unfortunate man, and the way in which they’d been summoned. She didn’t recognise the language but it was disturbing on her ear in a way no other language she’d heard in her travels through the galaxy had been. It set her teeth on edge, and it definitely didn’t look… good. Then again, the woman had been pretty clear that she was a demon. This sort of thing wasn’t too surprising, it just also made her wonder about the trustworthiness of her companion.
Luckily, she didn’t have to worry about it too long. As the tendrils tightened around Taraj, there was a faint pop, and an inrush of air, and he was suddenly standing to the side of the mass of squirming darkness, adjusting his clothing with a huff of irritation at the interruption.
“If you must know.” The little man complained, bitterly, “I am an enchanter.” He held up his hand, and removed one of the white gloves he wore, to show a silver ring etched with an intricate rune, faintly glowing – though not so much that it would be visible through the gloves.
“The knives, the rings, I’ve made all manner of magical trinkets. I might not be much of a conjurer.” He shot a disapproving look to the squirming mass of tentacled darkness he had escaped, “But I have plenty of tricks of my own. Happy, now? Are you going to leave me in peace?”
He still didn’t seem terribly intimidated. Perhaps he had more defences of his own, and was trusting them against the women who had decided to invade his dressing room. For her part, Eschalot looked even more curious at the revelation, peering in to take a closer look at the ring and the intricate design within it.
“So, you just make a few markings on metal and suddenly you can teleport?” She asked, “How is that even possible?”
Taraj put his hands on his hips, and huffed in irritation. “It isn’t anything so simple as that!” He exclaimed, “A true item of power needs to be tailored to the inner workings of the cosmos! It needs to be made from exactly the right blend of materials, it needs a power source, ideally it needs to be attuned to its wearer. It takes years, decades even, to learn how to craft even the most basic item, and years more to craft each individual one when you’ve learned the art!”
Eschalot looked sceptical, looking between Taraj and Kuueru, “Is this guy for real?”
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Oct 17, 2018 17:59:03 GMT -5
It wasn’t until the Saiyan addressed her that she realized just how brash she was acting. Her eyes widened as she looked towards the dark-haired woman. She was so caught off guard that she had barely noticed the magician make his way from her entrapment spell. Yet, there he was, a bit annoyed, but all in one piece. Her brows furrowed---whatever means he used to escape was indeed magic, just as she had though. Thought it was only a fraction of the magical energy that she had used in her previous move---it was still notable.
“S-Sorry...I...just th…” Kuueru cleared her throat and averted her gaze from the other two. It was then that Taraj admitted his trade. An---enchanter? Kuueru paused on the term. In the demon realm formal magic was there, but there was also experimental cults and untested limits. The latter was the majority of what the girl had encountered herself. Thought she studied magic hard over centuries and centuries, she knew some with inherent abilities and wild wishes who could mirror her own spells.
“I see, interesting…” Kuueru mumbled to no one in particular. He continued on to explain his show and all the tricks that he performed for the night. Afterwards he pleaded for peace for the remainder of the evening. Kuueru didn’t have much more to learn from the man; however, she was curious if his answers quelled the mind of Eschalot.
Yet, the woman continued to ask questions.
“Cosmos and shit, yeah. That erm,” Kuueru seemed lost in thought at this point. She paced the room as the other two talked and her mind ran wild. Yet again she used too much of her power and risked exposing her true idenity to a stranger, that would have made two people for the night. A heavy sigh pressed from her lips as she tried to think of how to rationalize magic, but it was easier said than done.
“I have no reason to doubt him, if that’s what you’re asking…” Kuueru responded to Eschalot as she asked if the demoness believed in his method. Magic was something intangible with little hard facts and even lesser explanations.
“Taraj, I’m sorry to have disturbed you. I---I didn’t mean to have caused you any disturbances for the night.” Kuueru turned her attention from the short magician and towards the Saiyan who still seemed to be confused by everything. Though after Kuueru’s outburst she seemed skeptical of the demon. She couldn’t blame the woman; seeing giant tendrils of dark energy would make anyone question their companions.
“I’m sorry, I figured that your magic was something more in depth though, I see now. It would explain how hard to pick up it was during the show. I barely got a flicker during your final act.”
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Post by Pepa on Oct 18, 2018 7:56:55 GMT -5
Taraj hmphed with frustration, and brushed himself down as the demon offered her apology. “Yes. Well.” He said, “Enchanting is a more subtle art than conjuring. I can’t hold your scepticism against you. Now, if you would both be so kind as to leave.”Eschalot, noticeably, did not apologise for her own part in the interruption or the frustration she’d caused. She was frowning deeply at the explanation that had been given, but she couldn’t see any other way of getting more out of him than literally picking him up and shaking him – which seemed a bit excessive, following the tentacle-hell he’d just been put through. Instead, she shrugged her shoulders. “If you say so.” She said to Kuueru, taking the woman at her word – that this was, in fact, legit, and this was how it worked. Apparently, there were demons in the universe who could summon tentacles, and magic that worked because you just scratched the right kind of markings on some metal. It seemed utterly absurd to her, but what did she know? Apparently the galaxy was a far bigger and more varied place than she had given it credit for. Walking out past Kuueru, she stopped in the hallway, and sighed, folding her arms across her chest. “This planet gives me a headache.” She said to the other woman, “I think I’m going to take off and try not to come back. All this magic stuff? Seems like something I’m not going to be able to get my head around. Give me an engine or a brawl any day. Those things I get. Nothing here seems like it should work the way it does.”She paused for a moment, hesitating in her denunciation of magic and all the wonders that it entailed, before she continued – the woman hadn’t seemed quite, right, since she backed down from her demands of Taraj. “If you want, you can come with me. I’m probably going to go and find some assholes to punch in the face. The universe is full of them, and it always helps me feel better.”
The offer was made casually – but it was no less heartfelt for that. She could tell that Kuueru was struggling with something, even if she didn’t have any idea as to the specifics. She seemed like she might be fun company, and she meant what she said; there was nothing more clarifying for a Saiyan than a fight against someone who deserved to be beaten down. Maybe it would help. Or maybe they’d part ways, and that would be the end of it. (Wordcount: 441 / 4292 Queen Kuueru)
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Oct 20, 2018 9:32:29 GMT -5
Once more, the man asked for the pair to leave so he could enjoy some quiet for the remainder of the night. Still, enchanting was a vague magic that the demoness wasn’t too familiar with. The Saiyaness for now, seemed to take his words and decided to stop pushing for more information from him.
The Saiyan brushed past her and made her way outside to the hallway. Kuueru bowed once more to Taraj before joining the dark-haired woman.
“Magic is something so intangible that if you’re a rational minded person you can struggle with it. I get it. The Demon Realm isn’t exactly a place of rationality however. Perhaps that’s why I don’t question the man that much. Maybe that’s why I can spew demonic tendrils at people too?”
Kuueru joked, which the other still wore the face of someone who was annoyed or uncomfortable. The demon’s expression shifted from an awkward laugh to something more stoic. While this planet was odd to most mortals, it almost felt homely to Kuueru.
Whatever was on Eschalot’s mind was still bothering her. Kuueru felt there wasn’t much she could do to aid the mind of the woman. It appeared that only punching or releasing frustrations at this point was going to help. Kuueru had already used too much unnecessary force for the night, and despite the invitation, she shook her head in opposition.
“I appreciate the invitation. Perhaps another time. I have some other business to attend to,” The woman replied with a smile. It was a lie though. The only business she had to tend to was a half finished bottle of liquor in her cabinet as well as some takeaway since the meal of the night was interrupted. She should have finished that steak instead of being so worried about the workings of Taraj.
While her mind ailed too, Kuueru wasn’t the type to express her frustrations. Perhaps it was the blood of holiness that also melded with that of the demonic. She shot the other a friendly wave.
“It was nice meetin’ ya Eschalot, I’m sure I’ll be seeing you around,” With those words the woman’s body flickered from view. She hurled through space and time in merely an instant, but it felt likes minutes before she arrived back to Hollow. The planet that spewed demonic energy immediately put her at ease. This was home. Pepa WC: 396 | 4509
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