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Post by T on Aug 26, 2018 1:59:47 GMT -5
A Place In Space
Occasionally, T would float around in the vast blackness of space all by himself. He strayed far away from the prying lenses of satellites or mystical gazes, not wanting to be spied on by anyone as he relaxed and simply thought to himself. Many a thought would cross his mind. Many a sight was to behold. The galaxy is about as fascinating as one makes it out to be, after all. Exploring the entirety of it would take him countless millennia during which he himself could be bored with the sights.
Hence, the Lord Breaker enjoyed simple moments like these. Timeless periods in the continuum belonging to this reality where he could afford to sit back and collect himself after spectating many an interesting event taking place within the borders of the star system.
One would think that having achieved the ability to transport oneself between the hold of life and death itself would prove all the more exciting for new opportunities to transpire. T did manage to see a few peculiar figures in the Other World for the most part, but other than the usual giant ogre and resident of hell, he could not seem to find the more intriguing folk.
So he floated. So he stared. Off into the depths of outer space on his lonesome while pondering what he should have for dinner later. Or was it breakfast? It was hard to tell without the presence of time on his end. Time. Timing. Tim Tams T would have liked to eat one of the aforementioned chocolate biscuits. He should have brought along a box of them with him.
Reaching into another dimension to pull out snack food felt like a task too unbearable for his laziness, thus the man thought to himself.
“What if-” The universe was at peace. Gods and humans coexisted with good interactions. Nobody felt animosity against one another. Another topic that was worth thinking about maybe.
“An apple could talk?”
Then he snapped his fingers and made it happen.
Gengoro Island - A Lonely Hill
[ 03:00 a.m ]
Rays of brilliant orange sunlight descended down to the grassy green hills all around. With the arrival of the dawn came many beautiful variants of birdsong repeating one after the other. A soft gust of air rolling down hills before climbing up the backs of others lightly shook leaves and blades of grass awake.
A soft yawn emerged from the branches of one, particularly isolated apple tree on a hill. Long ago, a human had sewn the seed of an apple seed upon it. Everyday that person visited the tree bring it water in the hopes that it would grow large and strong. It eventually did, and in time, the human came to pass. The tree bore no fruit in that mortal’s lifetime. Unexpected, though not a care was had.
But now, a single apple hung by it's stalk from the very tip of one of it’s branches.
“Sure is a nice day today.”
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Post by Majin Zam on Aug 26, 2018 3:22:26 GMT -5
On a certain hill, under the pleasantly cool shade of a certain tree, snoozed a peaceful, little bundle of pink. Gentle breaths spelled z, z and z into the wind. A closer look revealed a small girl sprawled on the soft grass. Dressed in light garments best suited for sunny regions, she had an odd air of magic about her. Rather reminiscent of a genie from an old story, really. Humanoid in her soft shapes, sure, but pink like bubblegum all over, she was what many called a Majin. Without a worry in the world she was merely napping away. Causing chaos, danger and destruction was tiring, you see.
It was only the voice coming from above that finally interrupted the rhythmic breathing. First there was a small shift, just a twitch of consciousness tugging at the girl’s ear. Then she lazily flopped to her side and curled up, her hand idly searching for a blanket that wasn’t there. "Mm... few more minutes... Grandpa..." Eventually the actual words managed to register somewhere. Still quite asleep, she merely mumbled in agreement. "Yup yup... It sure... is..." A great day for napping. Naps were the best. After a long pause, long enough that people with watches were glancing at their wrist by now, the realization finally tickled the girl’s mind.
Waaait. Wait, wait, wait...
Suddenly the black and gold gaze blinked open. The groggy girl slooowly sat upright and rubbed the traces of sleepiness out of her eyes. Curiously she glanced around, trying to find what she had just heard. Left... Right... Up... And also down, just in case. Likewise, her pale antennae twitched eagerly, seeking what eyes couldn’t see. Maybe she was still groggy, but... She couldn’t spot anyone. And she was preeetty sure she had gone asleep alone. Hm. Weird. "...Did someone say something?" The irony of asking that from nobody in particular was lost on the child. Words: 323 T |
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Post by T on Aug 26, 2018 5:34:45 GMT -5
Five more minutes maybe. Whoever the voice belonged to could have used an hour or two more of slumber. So the plan was simple. Of course it could agree to five more minutes- of course it could. Then after agreeing to five more minutes, it could doze off by itself for far longer. This was obviously not the peak of acting responsibly, but it was the best it’s debatably-genius-level intellect could come up with. How deliciously villainous of it’s sugary, evil brain.
Two things were already wrong with that sentence: it was not evil, and it did not have a brain.
Upon realising this, it seemed to stir once more.
“O- Op- Oh. Yupperinos”
Hearing it for a second time would allow one to paint a more acute picture from the tone. It’s owner seemed bubbly and naive by some extent. The choice of sentence structure more frequently mixed up words into smaller phrases that included a made-up word every so often, despite their command of the spoken language. Directions were given upon where eyes should look and antennae could point as it noticed the Majin searing around for it.
“Higher. Higher. Whoops- Too high. A biiiiit lower.”
Naturally, the pair of antennae might be able to pick up where the source of vibrations in the air was located. Neither a Ki Signature, nor a Power Level was possessed by this individual. Regardless, the spark of life was present. The voice, the life sign, the bright red texture- all of it centred on a single apple hanging from the branch of a once fruitless tree.
If one were to direct their gaze over at said apple, it would greet the onlooker with as much fructose-filled energy able to be mustered in that moment. Maybe even a wave or two may have been performed if it had arms. In any case, the apple found itself blessed by some extent that it did not possess any limbs.
“Hey there!”
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Post by Majin Zam on Aug 26, 2018 17:13:32 GMT -5
Before Zam could decide she was just imagining things and flop back to sleep, the voice caught her attention again. Puzzled, she craned her head up as instructed, her rubbery neck bending backwards all too easily. Further, further and woops too far, had to reel it back a little. She nearly fell over backwards from the dizzying effort. Scratching her head, she returned the greeting. "Uhhh... Hi...?" Her eyes narrowed, suspiciously searching the leaves and the branches. Aaaaand... Nothing. Mysterious...
After a moment of squinting, the child cocked her head to the side, trying to find that perfect pondering angle. "Soooo... I can’t see you." Her antennae twitched once more, but their answer was still a decisive no. "Can’t feel your tingle either, nope" She had gotten pretty good at feeling the tingles and measuring them too. And there were none up there. Well, she was going to be polite anyway, because Grandpa had taught so. "But nice to meet ‘cha anyway! I’m Zam! Zam is a Majin, is what Zam is! Who are you?" She was kinda maybe pretty sure the voice had been coming from the tree... Right? Maybe the mystery person was shy? Ooh, or maybe they wanted to play hide and seek?
However, that line of thought didn’t last long because the little Majin did see something else... Eyes glimmering with sudden clarity and wonder she gazed upon the red and round treat. Her tiny nose sniffed the faintest scent of sweet freshness. Possibly important questions, like why there was only one apple left in a whole tree, didn’t even cross her small mind. She had much more important things occupying her thoughts, you see. With a low grumble, her tummy declared that it was breakfast time. And her mouth was already turning into a waterfall of drool. Words: 307 [Total = 630] T |
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Post by T on Aug 30, 2018 9:11:06 GMT -5
“Nice to meet you Zam!”
It too was of a rather enthusiastic nature. Never before had it met someone or even something, so this encounter was a rather pleasant one for the time being. While the ability to wave was all but available to it, it decided to imagine it was waving either way. All it could do was what it did. That is to say, it kept on hanging idly from the tree branch. That it did. That it did with all the effort it could possibly utilise.
“Oh, I am an apple by the way.”
Meanwhile, in tv room beyond space and time
What is a screen? What is a plane? What is a what? Questions for later. Questions for now. Questions to ask himself if he had a dictionary on hand. Though for the time being, T was bored. He was bored out of his mind by the amount of floating in outer space he was doing. The amount of floating in outer space he was doing was boring him. Two similar ways of describing how unamused he was at this own situation- no need to create any paradoxes while not bringing time into the equation.
Snapping his fingers once more, a television set appeared in a puff of smoke. On it’s screen was the scene at hand- Zam waking up only to be greeted by an apple.
“Huh.” He scratched the back of his head idly. “That worked.”
“Going to be honest here, I thought that would have just made a giant apple monster or something. What do you think, Wooden-Log-Log?” The Lord Breaker looked over to a wooden log which apparently materialised because reasons.
Wooden-Log-Log stayed silent as a monocle floated by the side of it’s surface.
After a solid minute of staring at it, he turned back to the screen. “You said it, Wooden-Log-Log,” affirmed the man while leaning back on his nonexistent easy chair. “You know what could make this situation a lot more interesting to watch though?” He asked yet again.
Once more, Wooden-Log-Log did not say anything.
“Close, but ‘dime’ doesn’t rhyme with ‘kiwi’.” A single clap was made using the both of his hands. “Additional characters. We need more characters to make this even more fun.” With a smirk on his face, the man lifted a finger to tap repeatedly upon his own chin. “Also there needs to be a moral to this story- can’t have kids watching this without teaching them something valuable.”
The wooden log wordlessly judged him.
“True, children don’t have the power to peek into inter dimensional ongoings.” He nodded along lightly. Admittedly, the log spoke nothing but the truth. Or rather, the log spoke nothing. T had to come up with a retort for being outed in such a fashion. It was not long before he decided on one. “But what if they di- Mrm, yeah, I am not going to give children the power to warp reality. That is one of the dumbest things I have ever thought.”
“Let’s just keep watching this.”
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Post by Majin Zam on Aug 30, 2018 20:15:00 GMT -5
It took a moment for the comment to sink in, but when it did, Zam suddenly recoiled backwards. Eyes widening and jaw dropping, she stumbled over words. "You’re whu-what???" Even the hunger was briefly forgotten from the sheer shock. She would’ve thought she was just hearing things if she hadn’t already been talking to this... uh... apple. That thought felt weird. This was suuuper weird. Was she still dreaming? She pinched her cheek with a soft little "ow", but nothing seemed to change. Sooo, not dreaming.
Slooowly the childish creature floated up to the branch and crept real close to the red fruit. The golden eyes squinted. Carefully a pink finger poked the suspicious treat. This needed some of that in-vest-i-gashun thing Grandpa always talked about when he read those boring mystery books. She really wasn’t sure what the word meant, mind you, but she had her clever methods. Poke... poke poke... Closing her eyes, she cupped her chin and fell quiet. Hm hm, it felt and looked pretty real though. Veeerrry suspicious.
After few seconds of puzzled pondering, detective Zam finally voiced her deduction. "Hmmm... But apples are food. And food doesn’t talk." Flawless logic, just as one might expect from a Majin. And that’s when the metaphorical light bulb was lit, shining through the golden gaze. "Ooh, maybe you’re a little person hiding inside the apple! And you’re trying to play a prank on Zam! But Zam is too smart for you, yup yup!" Because clearly that made so much more sense. Antennae twitching with reignited enthusiasm, she tried her hardest to sense what was really hiding inside the apple. Aaaaaand... Nothing. She got nothing. Words: 285 [Total = 915] T |
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Post by T on Sept 11, 2018 1:31:14 GMT -5
Nothing quite like a healthy dose of poking an object to confirm it’s existence. Such was the case of how the apple seemed to be- solid and as sturdy as an apple. Nevertheless, said pokes did not go unreacted to by the apple. It could feel the vibrations and force being placed upon it by some mystical means. Better off for it to not possess any nerve endings or neurones to do so. A fruit with any of those parts would have just been weird.
Poke.
“Oh?”
Poke.
“Huh.”
Poke.
“Eh?”
Poke.
“Hmmmm.”
That was quite the odd experience. The apple could not say it experienced anything of the like before this. Though to be fair, it possessed sentience for about two hours by that point in time. Also it was sleeping for about one hour and fifty-five minutes of it’s total lifespan. So all in all, this was once again definitely new.
Now, what could it do with this newfound sentience? Taking over the world seemed a bit of a stretch since it was just an apple- also evil. Taking over the country? Most likely not a good idea unless it wanted the thrill of a fight against Earth’s entire governing system, and that was still evil. Poisoning the water supply. Now that was just straight up evil without the slightest amount rhyme or reason.
It was an apple through and through.
Maybe this conversation could lead it to figuring out what it’s purpose in life would truly be.
“Do you think that-”
Swoosh.
A large, sapphire-feathered bird swooped down to grasp apple using it’s surprisingly dull talons. Right in the middle of a probably meaningful question as well, apparently. Off into the distance it was now heading as the fruit-friend went directly into panic mode.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-” Screamed out the apple as it’s mode of speaking changed from simple lines of text to short paragraphs. Mending the fourth wall could be done at a later date. For now, it would appear as if the fruit had been kidnapped (fruitnapped?) by an avian foe.
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Post by Majin Zam on Sept 11, 2018 13:54:41 GMT -5
Before detective Zam could get an answer from the obviously hiding mystery person, a new suspect swooped into the scene. The golden gaze blinked. Once. Twice. Until her head suddenly snapped towards the fleeing apple snatcher. Arms flailing she called after the foe, who probably didn’t care. "Hey, no fair! I was gonna eat that!" Without wasting a moment, she shot after the cheeky thief like a burning, pink missile. An orb of energy was already forming in her hand. Ooh, when she got close enough that bird was so getting boom’d.
Luckily for the apple, the bird and pretty much everything in the immediate vicinity, the pink powerhouse actually realized something. And not a moment too soon. If she made the bird go boom... then the apple would go boom too... and she could no longer eat the apple! The energy fizzled. A startled gasp left her jaw hanging open. But but but! Making things go boom was what she did best! How was she supposed to stop the bird without her best move? Reeling her jaw back up, she furrowed her brow and thought hard about it. What if... she made a suuuper tiny boom...? But she really didn’t know how. If only Mister Touma was still around. He would know what to do. She missed him so much...
The speedy child still kept chasing though, quickly gaining on the thief. Since blasting was out of the question, she naturally went for the other option every Majin so eagerly employed. Violence of the punchy kind. For some oddly specific law of the universe, however, trying to use fighting moves on a bird was not very effective. As soon as she tried to whack the flying foe, it deftly slipped to the side. She barely brushed its feathers. The second swing didn’t go any better, nor the third for that matter. Zipping and diving and twirling through the air, she still chased relentlessly. Until suddenly she got it! She slapped the bird so hard between her palms that it squawked!
"Gotcha!"
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Post by T on Sept 13, 2018 18:47:20 GMT -5
Last time on ‘an apple that’s me’-
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-” Screamed the apple from the very top of its nonexistent lungs. Another new experience it could add to the collection of memories it held: being plucked off a branch by a bird about twice its size. Trauma. That was definitely a fresh emotion as well. Fear came pre-packaged along with it for good measure. The fact that it could feel emotions surprised the apple by some extent, but all of these realisations were being drowned out by HOW MUCH IT WAS PANICKING DUE TO BEING CARRIED AWAY. “-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-”
This time on ‘an apple that’s me’-
“-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-oh, I can see my tree from here-AAAAAAAAAAAAA-” Panic did not subside- especially not when the bird that carried the apple was attempting to perform evasive manoeuvres in order to avoid the Majin’s punches. If she was not careful, one of those jabs could have even hit the luggage!
Of course, the feathered fiend had other thoughts brewing upstairs. After all, it had trained in anticipation of this very scenario for as long as it could remember. The day finally come where it had to utilise the secret technique passed down from generation to generation of apple-snatching avians.
It transcended the very limits of bird-kind to achieve this form. This truly was the Super Swan tyle. Just ignore the fact that this bird was not a swan. An afterimage was left where it once appeared, all Majin Zam’s first hit managed to touch was thin air and a quickly fading image of the thief. Another swing came, yet another swing missed.
This was not even it’s final fo-
SCHMACK.
Zam clapped both hands onto it in a manner not too different from how one would slap a pesky mosquito in mid-air. Her combination of skill and power had overcome the enemy. Though, there did seem to be a distinct lack of screaming from where she floated. It sounded like it was going further, further, and even further away from her- trailing off to the forest below.
“-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-” A cry which sounded as if it was heading swiftly downwards with the flow of gravity. “-AAAAAAAA curse you, universe!”
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Post by Majin Zam on Sept 14, 2018 11:28:12 GMT -5
Confusion grew as Zam frantically glanced around. It may have been just a few seconds stuck together and slowly crawling by, but for her it felt like an entire eternity. Not here, not there, not to the sides and not even up above. The apple was... gone! "Nooo!" Her golden glare turned fierce, narrowing at the feathery fiend. "Did you eat it? Spit it out!" No amount of violent shaking could make the bird cough up the apple though. Only feathers kept flying. So she tried to muster all her mental might to figure out something. Think, think, think!
Luckily, the screaming caught even the distracted creature’s attention. She gasped as the red dot vanished between the green leaves. Dropping the bird, she shot down like a glowing missile. Raw energy coated her skin. Come ooonnn... Faster! At the very last second a pink blur zipped between the falling fruit and the hard ground. With a sort of bouncy noise the apple landed into the soft bosom, squeezed into a protective hug. She slid and tumbled and bounced backwards, plowing through bushes until finally hitting a tree with a heavy thud. Silence followed... Somewhere far, far away in a distant reality, a mythical being known simply as the umpire called the play as he saw it. Saaaaaafe!
Bit of an ironic word choice, really.
Recovering from the scrapes within seconds, like Majins tended to do, Zam bounced back onto her feet. Loose leaves and stray twigs still clung to her hair, but she didn’t mind. There were more important things on her mind. She embraced the apple like a good friend, rubbing her cheek against it. "No worries, I gotchu~!" She giggled, twirling about in excitement. Yup, she had made it! Just in time! Flashing a wide smile, she held the red fruit before her eyes. "And now Imma eat chu!" If there ever was an obvious moment for last words, this was definitely it. Words: 327 [Total = 1594] T |
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Post by T on Sept 20, 2018 11:50:51 GMT -5
Born one day, dead the next hour. If it had a soul, the least the apple could hope for was to be reborn as a different fruit after smashing into a million pieces against the ground. How cruel could the universe be to bestow this fate upon an innocent being? It surely did not know, but depressing thoughts served to do little but bring it down even further.
Sadness- what a new prospect for the entity.
Of all the emotions it could feel while hurtling down at terminal velocity, it simply had to be the one this particular apple happened to have least expected. Why it felt this way came as a mystery. Nothing, absolutely nothing was possessed by the being that could be lost by the breaking of the spark of life holding it together.
Its life?
Maybe that was it. The one thing of any value that any person possessed, regardless of the differences each care to hold.
“Well, I guess this is the end then.” Mused the apple solemnly.
Except it was wrong.
In a blinding flash of flaring pink energy, the Majin it encountered prior swooped in to secure it. A rather rough landing was perform. Such a shaky crash almost convinced the fruit she held that it turned into filling for a pie of some sort. It could not believe what transpired before its very non-existent eyes. Then again whether it was truly safe became a matter for debate.
T.V Room Beyond Space And TimeIf there was ever any debatably comical scenario that had the least likelihood of happening, it probably happened Strange how bending the concepts of reality as a whole bears the oddest fruit to pick. Nothing quite like a healthy dose of surrealism to make one question one’s own existence. That or a concussion. A concussion could do just about that and more for the person on the receiving end of one. Either way, odd matters were once again about within the T.V Room Beyond Space And Time. A crowd of all sorts appeared to have gathered around the television set. This plot line interested a few other figures for some reason or another. Maybe the sheer absurdity of it caught their eyes- existent or otherwise. Perhaps it held an element of charm to the way the whole ordeal was structured. Spectators had funny tastes like that. “Ten Zeni says that she’ll eat the apple.” A wooden plank with hair, a coat, and an eyepatch bobbed up and down upon the creation of every syllable uttered by it. Ser Wooden-Log-Logginsworth truly had to agree with that statement. It stayed quiet. Scoffing at the prospect, a hazel-haired lady; who so happened to be boasting the same clothes as the Lord Breaker; shrugged her shoulders before slamming a wallet on top of a coffee table. “I’ll put fifty Zeni on the table.” Bet the woman proudly. She bet so proudly, in fact, that the very same table she placed the wallet on ceased to exist. “The lass’ll probably eat it in one bite.” Meanwhile, Wooden-Log-Log engaged in a thorough discussion with the plank concerning their own philosophies. “Why are we betting money?” A smug little frog asked bearing little hesitation. It stirred a cup of tea idly with the spoon in its right hand. This particular frog was extra smug about the conversation it just joined. “Aren’t we all like, extra-dimensional, super people or something?” “Sh-shshsh!” The lady leaned closer to the pompous amphibian. “Your opinion does not matter, you’re not even wearing the stuff- all you have is an eyepatch.” Looking back over her shoulder, a slight shiver went down her spine. Fear began to boil, eventually spilling over in the form of caution. “Keep it down, you might just anger him.” Him. He had nothing to say. Nothing to do. Nothing to feel in accordance with the situation he had been brought to. All the person did was stand far behind the couch and stare at the rest of them with a smirk on his face. The term ‘person’ stood debatable at best. Whatever it was, the rest of them failed to know. T then kicked open a floating door, only to be greeted by the sight of this party of off-brand versions of himself. Of all the things he first thought he would see when returning to the room bearing bags of chips in each arm, this was probably the third. “All of you need to go- now.” Ordered the man clearly. After doing so, they simply ceased to be. Except for Emperor Woodensmith-The-Log-Log of course. “Well, back to the programme.”
Back to the Scene
Disappointment, of all things, filled the apple’s core. Acceptance of what it thought to be its fate beforehand was adopted, so the aforementioned feeling arrived as somewhat of a surprise to the bright red fruit. It could have been that the trust it so easily bestowed upon a being that did not snatch it up at first, crashed down to dust against the harsh shores of reality. The scenario was funny in a way.
“Thank you for saving me at first, anyway.” If it could nod, it would.“It made me feel a little bit-” If it could move, it would. “What’s the word?”
“Ah, happy.”
But most of all, if it could smile- it would.
“Though my life is short and the inevitable comes ever sooner, I’m happy to have met you.”
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Post by Majin Zam on Sept 21, 2018 7:29:10 GMT -5
Curiosity shined in the golden gaze. Eagerly Zam watched the apple talk some more. Which, she decided, made no sense because food did not talk. Of that she was very sure, being an expert in food and eating it. But! It was polite to listen! So Grandpa always said. "You’re welcome~!" She chimed brightly at the thanks. It made her feel all farm and wuzzy inside. Or something like that. This was a very nice and polite apple. Even nicer than many adults. Too bad it wasn’t a real person, with, like arms and legs and stuff. Then they could’ve gone on many more adventures together!
The line of thought ended as the apple mentioned being... happy. Now this was the part that gave compassionate beings pause, made them consider the meaning of life and death, the deeper ramifications of extinguishing a sentient existence. "And you make me feel hungry~!" ...Though to be fair, expecting a creature inherently capable of turning humans into candy and consuming them to consider any manner of moral dilemmas was perhaps a bit too much. She may not have been outright evil like some of her kin, but she certainly wasn’t good either. No, she was merely a slave to her natural impulses. Innocence and immaturity were tricky like that. And thus the little apple’s world came to an end, not with a bang... But a nom.
After munching down the juicy treat, Zam stretched her whooole frame with a satisfied sigh. Now she was happy too! A tasty breakfast always turned a good morning into a great one. She shook her body vigorously enough to scatter the leaves loose. Still some dirt clung to her though. Hm, a bath! Yup! That’s what she wanted next. Without wasting a moment, she gathered her power into a dancing, pink aura and rose to the skies. She already had a couple of places in mind. The hot springs near that pretty city with temples were so nice! Oooh, but the warm beaches and cool seas of that shiny city were awesome too! So hard to decide...
Like a sparkling bottle rocket, the Majin shot off into the horizon. This wild and weird morning had given her much to ponder and wonder. About apples... Other things too... Big things. And maybe, just maybe, the impressionable little girl had learned something important today. ...Eh, probably not. As any godly being knew, there was nothing harder to change... Than the status quo. Words: 418 [Total = 2012] T |
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Post by T on Sept 21, 2018 8:51:24 GMT -5
“Pffffft- hah.” He called it. No way could a simple being possessing the thought process of a peanut ever hope to empathise with another sentient being in spite of their appearances. In the end, an apple was an apple and the Majin was a Majin. Anything beyond the two interacting with one another in such a primitive fashion may as well be placed upon a pedestal of prime social skills in regards to the people of this galaxy.
Saiyans beat, maim, and gore each other. Frost Demons and regular Demons alike plan malicious schemes to commit unadulterated cruelty. The Xeno coupled with androids seemed to all lack one thing- humanity. It stood as a prime quality T sought, yet failed to find among more powerful warriors. Perhaps there were no people worthy of standing against him after all.
Either way, time arrived for him to practice his evil laugh. Watching this all plot line go down gave him the motivation he sorely needed to do so.
“Aha.” The Lord Breaker laughed once
Maybe add a little more oomph to it, T.
“Aha ha.” Once more, he laughed.
Little bit more chutzpah.
“Ahahaha.” A series of chuckles
That is better, but how about-
“MWA HA HA HA.” Next came more of a roar than someone trying to act like they experienced something funny. He simply shouted out for no reason at all.
I mean, that is a tad bit over the top. It would be hard to make an audience believe that people laugh like that.
“AAAAAAA- HA HA HAAAAA AHAHA AHA HAH - thisisrealfunny - OHO OHOHOHOOOO, OHO HOH.”
Stop.
“AHUE HUEH. AH-HYUCK. AH-HYUCK” This became worse by the second. “HAHUEHERGHARHAH.” If there was any point in time he should; and did; consider his sanity, it would be right then. “Ho-h. Oh boy.”
PLEASE.
Clearing his throat, the man then shrugged both shoulders. “Eh, five out of ten.”
He did wonder why the television displayed a tree now that what could so generously be termed ‘laughing practice’ had come to an end. It could not be broken- that much proved to be impossible time and time again. The system monitored the apple until the fruit’s very end, so it must have been something else. But what?
An eyebrow raised in mild curiosity. T decided to turn off the screen before exiting for another realm.
That was impossible.
He did not give it a soul.
???
Light.
Dark.
Light once more.
“Huh.”
"What a heavenly place."
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