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Post by Queen Kuueru on Aug 26, 2018 17:13:13 GMT -5
Hera was a planet you went to if you were a pirate or generally a shady person. Aside from the threat of being roughed up by some Heran space pirates it held some of the best drinking holes and casinos even. Of course, they rolled a little bit more trashier than the likes of Space Vegas patrons.
The demon made her way through the bustling evening streets. Lute had sent her out to meet someone, and if it was who she thought she had a lot to look forward to. Recently there had been news coverage of the Demon Deity attack on planet Earth. Raijin was the name of one of the two heroes who warded off the villains. She was eager to see the man for her own reasons too.
She shuffled her way through a small tavern. Several tables of men playing cards littered the room. The bar stretched across the whole building. A lot of the seats were taken, but Kuueru managed to squeeze herself into a spot closer to the restroom. You never know when you are going to have to bail on possible one night stand that went south.
“I’ll just take a glass of your house red.” Lord knows what that would mean in a place like this though. The bartender walked off, uncorking a used bottle from the fridge. He poured her a heavy glass before walking off to tend to the more rowdy of patrons.
Now. Where was Raijin? Lute said that the boy he had interest in recruiting was hanging on Hera. He also threw in the fact that the pointed ear man likes to waste money gambling. Hey, at least he was a creature of excitement. Living a mundane and safe life could really have you missing out on opportunities in life. She wondered if this possible new member of the team was ready to put his life on the line if necessary. Sometimes the best rewards come from the biggest risks.
She closed her eyes while taking a sip of the dry crimson liquid. She searched for any semblance of a power level in the room full of brutes. She wanted to see if the boy even bothered to hide his power level, because she sure as hell never did. Tora WC: 381
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Post by Tora on Aug 26, 2018 23:21:55 GMT -5
Raijin had been drinking heavily, gathering up small cash in exchange for magic tricks as he overheard a female voice say something even more magic:
“I’ll just take a glass of your house red.”
Rai had waited all night for this. Surprisingly, not for any nefarious reasons. No, not tonight. He had given the barkeep, a Heran named Kavel, an old, old bottle. One he had, uh, reclaimed during his fight with Emperor Polaris at a winery that supposedly had been Frieza's favorite. This was a special blend. Arcosian Zinfandel. About a hundred years old. Rai had opened a sister bottle earlier that night, finishing it off rather quickly. It tasted very bold, with earthy tones and a sour and pungent yet soft texture that made ones' palette buzz with jubilation.
He made his way over to the girl- he wondered how he hadn't noticed her before. She was extremely powerful, and looked... Well, never mind that. Rai was drunk enough that he uncharacteristically was a gentleman. He approached her, lightly shocking the individual next to her just after he took another shot. Rai gasped, making it look like the man had passed out, offering to help the bouncer toss him out.
Returning to the seat, the youth called Kavel over, smiling. "Kavel, you mangey dog! From here on out, the lady uses the good bottle. None of that Heran watered down antifreeze you lot call wine! Bring out my Arcosian Zinfandel. Two glasses, slightly chilled. Just like they do on Arcose. Or so I've heard."
The barkeep eyed the halfling and produced the bottle and glasses, pouring them both a glass. He rose his and offered it to her, smiling as he did so. "You know, it was the fact you chose to drink red wine that drew me to you- I would've shared this with anyone who ordered anything remotely classy. It's much... better that it's you. You're beautiful, strong... presumably lethal. Perfect company for someone like me! The name is Raijin. Let's drink!"
With that long winded speech he began to sip rather generously from his chilled glass. The beverage warmed his insides and his smile definitely grew more genuine with each gulp. His eyes twinkled with avarice and excitement as he put his glass down, still grinning wildly.
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Aug 27, 2018 10:25:10 GMT -5
She had sucked down the watered down wine, despite the dilution it was something to sate her appetite for now. That is until the man beside of her seemed to suddenly pass out. His energy completely faded away into a slumbering state. Still, there seemed to be someone there to catch him before he fell straight off the barstool. She watched the commotion, her eyes trailing the body of the limp mad as he was escorted out of the bar. Odd, he seemed find a few minutes earlier, perhaps she should be wary of Heran alcohol after all?
He soon returned however, claiming the stool next to her. He immediately demanded a special bottle from the barkeep who nodded before returning with the bottle. Even the text upon the label looked archaic. Her eyes narrowed at the artifact, admiring the crimson liquid that poured once the cork was removed. The surface of the glasses immediately began to sweat due to the hot interior of the bar.
“Really? Red wine is all it takes to get a lay?” Kuueru mumbled with sarcasm, for the first time she turned her head to make eye contact with the halfling. However, there was something nostalgic about her eyes. A soft chuckle pressed from peachy lips as she reached over to grab the glass he offered.
“Raijin eh? I am Kuueru, pleasure to meet you in this scum hole. No offense of course.” Her hand motioned to the bar, and its rowdy state. At least she could enjoy the warmth of booze in her gut for a night though.
She raised the glass to her lips and took a long draw of the rather sweet liquid. One sip, then another. She actually really liked the flavor of the aged wine, it reminded her of treasure hunting on some obscure planet. She couldn’t help but feel a bit odd about the man’s toast comments though, he assumed a lot about her and that was a worry.
“Let’s drink!” Kuueru smiled and raised her glass to his own for a meeting before taking another ounce of the booze in greedily. There was a slight fire building in the pit of her stomach with each bit of the forbidden fruit she indulged in.
“A-Anyhow, do I really look that lethal? I mean, the beautiful and strong I can deal with.” Tora WC: 392//773
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Post by Tora on Aug 27, 2018 13:30:39 GMT -5
Rai offered a warm, inviting smile. His ethereal features looked graceful in the dim light. "Kuu, if I may?" he shortened her name, implying a closeness and budding friendship, "My dear, the moment I saw you I knew you were a femme fatale. Excuse me for my observations- my one flaw is that I can be too honest. But, the pleasure is all mine."
The youth took a sip from his glass, his glimmering orbs studying the demoness very slowly. When she smiled softly, Rai noticed how familiar her eyes were. "...your eyes are, in fact, captivating." he murmured, almost without thinking. He stared for a moment, uncharacteristically. Raijin was known for many things, but slowing down enough to stare? Not one of them. Not even for a beautiful woman.
The halfing regained his composure, adjusting his ornate robes as he finished off his glass. Kavel had been watching the pair intently, fervishly refilling their cups, not wanting to incur Raijin's wrath. Although well-mannered on the surface, he had gained a reputation on Hera as a ruthless pirate known only as, "Knife-Ear." This was a nickname Lute had given them during their fight, and Rai had taken to it. In his youth he had hid his ears in shame from other humans, growing his hair out to veil them. Now he brandished them like a prize, ensuring his well-kept hair was always pushed behind the ears. They were a signifier of his heritage, a lineage he had recently learned more about.
Rai polished off another glass, burning some of it away in his gut with his latent energy. He didn't want it to metabolize too quickly and make him inebriated. He was too interested in this conversation.
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Aug 27, 2018 16:03:51 GMT -5
The dim light in bars always reminded her of the demon realm. Everything was always glum there, all of the time. Here you could walk outside, even during the night and it still seemed brighter. The bleakness of such a realm lay unbeknownst to most, but Kuueru had seen both. Her fingertip ran over the slightly chilled exterior of her glass. She drew a small star in the condensation as they continued their conversation.
She averted her gaze after she noticed the awkwardly long stare of the boy. Her eyes shot straight back towards the various colored bottles and ales that lined the wall. It seemed the bar stocked quite the collection, perhaps even treasures from around the galaxy. She marveled as the dull overhead lights created a dance of colors for her eyes to take in. She cares not if the weird fellow continued to stare, perhaps he had already been drinking.
She chuckled as he adjusted his robes and quickly downs his glass of liquid. She matched him, and quickly managed to refill their cups. Was he what Hachi referred to as a ‘wingman’? She shrugged and tried to give Raijin her attention once more. She took notice of the pointed ears that framed his face. It was obvious based on the energy radiating from inside of him, that he was like her. Something about their auras possessed some innate lightness that Kuueru didn’t know how to explain herself.
It was only when Lute told her what she was, and how she came to be that it all began to make sense. Before she could take a sip of her new glass, Raijin had already polished off another. She took a sip and set it aside for the time being. After only a glass the effects somehow were clouding her mind.
“Be careful drinking that much, you might fall on your ass.” Kuueru warned with a devilish grin.
“Hell, I might fall on my ass too though.” She found herself mesmerized by the boy’s ethereal glow. Was he really such a saint that he had glitter skin? She leaned in to examine his pores for perfection. Kuueru didn’t get much from her shinjin side of the ancestry, perhaps that is why her face scared everyone so much?
“Kuu is fine.” She reflected back to his earlier nickname, the entirety of the conversation lost with his creepy stare.
“Femme fatale though? I’m not sure that’s what I would use to describe me, but whatever. Since we are making assumptions about appearances, what are you? I like your ears.” Tora WC: 429//1,202
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Post by Tora on Aug 27, 2018 16:37:23 GMT -5
Raijin ignored her warning, swirling his drink and laughing at her compliment. The thought of her falling on her ass created an image in his head, his eyes gleaming at the notion. "I don't mean to make assumptions, Kuu. Forgive me- I've been here drinking for some time!"
The hybrid considered how to properly explain, "What am I? Not sure. All I know is I'm 'Borne of the Fruit'. Half-Shinjin, Half-Earthling. My father was, and this isn't a quote from me, a 'Bad Apple'. From what I gather, most of my vices I inherited from him. I never got to learn who my mother was."
The crimson liquid had been depleted in his glass. There was about two glasses remaining in the bottle- the pair had been putting in work. Rai could definitely feel it, a familiar warmth in his stomach that lowered his inhibitions. Still, the youth spoke candidly.
Nobody had shown such interest in him before. In fact, since his lineage had been revealed by the demonic trio that he had recently battled against he had yet to discuss anything with anyone. Only the book he had recently acquired had given him anymore insight.
He finished off his glass, using his hand to cover the brim. This was signifying he had to slow down. If he kept burning it away magically before he metabolized it it would be a waste. Kavel brought another bottle over, nodding silently at Rai.
"What are you, my dear? You're clearly no Heran."
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Aug 27, 2018 17:51:14 GMT -5
It was weird to hear a shortened version of her name. To be fair, Lute did not care much for those types of things. Whenever she was introduced it was always ‘Kuueru’. He didn’t seem to think it appropriate to be any more or less than that monocle. She finished her glass, which was promptly refilled. Now, if she could get this glass down she would be back to par in this drinking contest. Not that she was the competitive type.
Raijin went on to explain the strange energy she had felt, though she was already much aware of the feeling it gave off. Things made a lot of sense now, that was the familiarity she felt within the man. Her dull purple eyes stared at her reflection in the red pool that was her drink. Although it wasn’t her real face, this was the most that most people got to see. She was glad that this form was at least nice for other people to look at.
“Ahhh, another fruit in the basket?” Kuueru muttered, exposing her own lineage to the man. She wasn’t sure if he felt the same thing in her aura. The radiating power that hummed to the same frequency as her own. Being borne of the fruit was a benefit, until they discarded you that is.
Kuueru placed a reaffirming hand upon the man’s shoulder as she watched him down his glass, only leaving behind as she hurriedly tried to catch up. She hoped it wasn’t painfully obvious, but a slight hue of pink rested on her cheeks now.
“Clearly I’m not, I’d love to be as beautiful as some of the women of this race.” She looked around the room spotting a few of the blue skinned women who were working the rest of the room aside from the bar. She let her stare linger a bit too long before she jerked her head back around to the halfling.
“Well, I suppose I am a half and half too. Like you, I am ‘Borne of the Fruit’, however, I am mixed with a much more conflicted ingredient.” She huffed loudly, rescinding the term demon… however there was not another word to describe what she truly was.
“The other half, well… demon.” Kuueru whispered the last word, afraid of sparking reactions in the room she didn’t want to deal with currently. She hadn’t visited Hera yet, this was her first time on the world. She was wary of speaking out of terms around the locals, it was something that Lute preached to her before he allowed her to freely travel the galaxy. Tora WC: 437//1,639
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Post by Tora on Aug 27, 2018 22:05:31 GMT -5
Rai had failed to notice the smaller features of her energy signature, not recognizing the strange feeling until she revealed it to him. She was a Shinjin? And a Demon? The development sounded surreal, if Rai wasn't aware of his own bizarre heritage he would have scoffed at the girl. He wondered if the strings of fate had pulled the duo together... two hybrids, together? The odds were slim.
Raijin noticed the way she coveted the features of other women. He felt a pang of understanding... Growing up, he had always looked different. This had led him to have an aversion to the notion of companionship and its' many entrapments, his desire for something he had never had turning the taste of it sour in his mouth. Even now, looking at her he saw a similar avarice in her stare.
To him, that wasn't her 'demonic' side. That was the Shinjin. Elegant, and graceful. Of more eloquent tastes. Or, so he surmised. Recently he had found a book- it had become a font of knowledge for the youth, and a source of strength. It had belonged to a lesser Greed demon, and had been able to surmise a few details about his past. Perhaps simply owning it exacerbated the fervent desire that existed in Raijin's tumultous heart.
Or, perhaps it was the alcohol. He finished his last glass of wine, opening the next bottle unceremoniously, ignoring Kavel's attempts to help him. A spark had ignited in the Shinjin halfling, and the knife-eared man grabbed Kuu by her arm, forcing her to her feet. If she complied, he would look her in her eyes, his gaze intense and piercing.
A darkness welled up to the forefront of his delicate features, and literal clouds began to gather above him, just feintly. "Kuu, dear." he began, taking in everything she had just said. "Jealousy is befitting of you. But vocalizing it? Yearning for something as if it was out of your reach? I think you can do better than that. In fact, I don't think you're aware of who you really are!"
The clouds stretched from him to across the room, reaching over to above the beautiful Heran women Kuueru had just stared at. Rain began to pour down on the pair, drenching the two. Their makeup ran down their face, and they fled from the bar as some of the other patrons looked on at Raijin in fear. His strange magic had earned him a reputation as a man not to be trifled with. Even Kavel only grunted with general displeasure at him evicting two hard working employees.
"They hide their real self, you see. Nothing to desire in that. I've always wanted to be like them. Then I met the Emperor of the Galactic Empire. Then? The last surviving member of the Demon Clan. I fought them both, one after the other, and they both nearly killed me. But I survived, and crawled away. When I did, I took a little piece of them with me..." Rai explained, loud enough that anyone who was listening could hear. Only Kavel paid attention. Most labelled his stories as too fantastic to be worth listening to.
"The only things you should desire are power, and understanding. Beauty is inherent to creatures like you and I. And you? You're more brilliant than any of us, underneath your longing exterior. You're not just of the fruit, you realize. You're born of it twice over!" he eyed the pink haired woman, taking in what she was wearing for the first time. Rai lightly pulled at her maroon cloak (robe thing?), hoping she was looking at him.
"You should never want anything. You're the type to have."
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Aug 28, 2018 9:15:30 GMT -5
Kuueru could imagine that revealing her mix of DNA was a bit shocking to most. A lot may think it not possible, however, a large amount of the demons in the realm were like her. If they survived and rose to the top that is. She raised her glass finishing off the last of the red liquid in her cup. Her body reverberated warmth, which was slightly odd for a demon of cold blood like herself.
Her eyes continued to linger on the Heran women, they did carry a beautiful hue of skin and hair. They almost looked like copies of the same person with small tweaks here and there. I wonder if that’s how people viewed all Earthlings or demons. Grouping people into a category based on their history of skin color was a negative trait that almost all mortals carried deep down. She wondered if Raijin would hate her as well for the half of her she had no control over. The most that she did wrong in life was survive and escape the accursed hell she festered in for centuries.
She perked up at the sound of another bottle being opened by Raijin and not his accomplice bartender. Suddenly, he grabbed her arm and lifted her to her feet. Surprised she glared at him and then the room who seemed to suddenly be focused on their affairs. She felt a bit of flush reach her cheeks, be it from the embarrassment or the alcohol, she couldn’t tell anymore.
Raijin wasn’t saying much, but his face seemed intense. The room above them filled with clouds, she stared at them before turning her attention back to the Halfling who addressed her.
“I-I mean, it’s not a big deal…wh-what do you even mean aware of who I really am?” She turned sharply on her heel, looking across the room as the clouds loomed over two women. They were suddenly drenched, and if all eyes weren’t already looking at the odd pair, they were certainly now. She raised a hand to cover her face before clearing her throat awkwardly at the man.
“Why….did you..?” Kuueru was rendered speechless, her eyes only shooting towards Kavel in dismay. He seemed to show a mix of annoyance on his features at Raijin’s actions.
Demon Clan? So it was true. Lute did reach out to the Halfling before her, and Polaris as well. It seems their allegiances were trying to spread their wings and fly. So long as the Leviathans continued to network they could have a sweeping power across the land in no time. Her lips soon curled into a smile as she looked at him pulling on her tunic.
“Are you drunk?” She mumbled, her eyes narrowing as she took in his features. She wasn’t sure what the man was trying to accomplish with his encouraging speech. Perhaps he wanted the demoness to become a tyrant who took all that they wanted from the galaxy with no regard.
In some aspects she had already done such, traveling the universe and obtaining small things she craved. But major crimes and killing was not something she had indulged in yet.
She found her seat once more for the time being, unless the wind took her elsewhere she was hunkered down for the day. After all, you can’t drink and fly…I mean, there is auto-pilot but the demoness’ piloting skills were near nil.
“Longing exterior…Heh. What does that even mean?” She mumbled rhetorically to herself, reaching over and grabbing the bottle that Raijin had opened yet forgot to pour. She often did the same in her bouts of drinking, that or she cleared out every bottle she owned. The woman held the bottle over her cup and refilled it generously.
“There, I took what I wanted, so now I have it.” Kuueru assumed the analogy he used earlier still applied here.
“Why are you sucking up so hard anyway?” Tora WC: 653//2,292
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Post by Tora on Aug 30, 2018 9:47:24 GMT -5
Raijin laughed at the pink-haired hybrid. It was a warm and genuine chuckle, and as soon as he managed to regain his composure he sat back down to join her once again. The clouds dissipated as he laughed, his change in mood being reflected by the very atmosphere of the room. She hadn't understood at first, but even if she wasn't aware of it, her taking the drink was exactly what he meant. Rai could sense her immense power. Even if it wasn't as intimidating as Polaris or Lute, she was still far beyond the knife-ear's own strength. Sucking up was more or less what he had done in the end of his battle with Polaris. It was that, or die. This moment was different for the halfling.
He had never met another Shinjin. For her to be a halfling, with features so reminiscent of his own? A bit of a narcissist, this fact intoxicated the youthful magician. He selfishly wanted to be around people he felt were his kin, having believed himself to be dreadfully unique for far too many years. As a child, he had imagined other knife-eared folk showing up and taking him away, teaching him the secrets to the magic he so openly wielded. That dream had died since his youth, but the echoes of that boy's dream had inspired his last speech. However, the hybrid felt hesitant to say this to her. She seemed guarded. Nervous, almost. Confident still underneath it. Rai looked at her face and saw a mask. She hid her nature. It came out when her lips curled into a devious smile a few moments ago.
“The only thing I've been 'sucking up' is all the oxygen in the room. Why don't you tell me a bit about yourself? Why're you here?” he inquired, studying her for perhaps the tenth time. There was something he couldn't quite place. The halfling extended his glass to her, hoping she would refill his glass. Intoxication was imminent at this point, but Rai didn't mind. Sobriety was becoming a bit of a hassle. Still, the man was hesitant to drink too much. With his other hand, he reached into his robes and withdrew a small case. Opening it with the same hand, he fumbled around until he placed an odd-looking cigarette in his mouth. Kavel looked at him for a moment, his eyes widening. Then he turned around.
Putting the case on the counter, he lit the hand-rolled cigarette with a spark of electricity, taking a long drag of the pungent smoke. For a few moments he held his breath, exhaling a cloud of smoke. Rai conjured up an ornate ash tray while the cigarette hung from his mouth. The best thing you can even get on Earth was this type of smokable herb- the plant only seemed to grow on his home-planet. It had a unique calming effect, and produced a slight euphoria. In higher doses it can cause mild hallucinations. Raijin tended to smoke it whenever he drank heavily, finding that it helped him relax and keep a level head. Otherwise, his brash nature would be exacerbated by the drink.
“Feel free to grab one.” he stated, referencing the full case of pre-rolls.
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Aug 30, 2018 15:57:36 GMT -5
His laugh played on her ears, it only made her smile grow wider. He had taken his seat beside her once more, but she wasn’t one to stay in one spot for extended periods. Not after being cooped up in the realm of demons for nearly eight centuries. She was old, perhaps if Raijin knew how old, he would be less reluctant to flirt as he did.
Raijin then began his counter interrogation. Kuueru had been mostly reluctant to tell people about herself since she had crossed through that portal with Lute. Not only because he emphasized secrecy so much, but how people reacted to her kind was rather harsh. Not that it wasn’t warranted, Kuueru had done some crazy things since she had been here, including knocking out the Galactic Emperor himself. She chuckled on the recollection of the one punch it took to make him submit.
“I mean, I could tell ya the truth, but that’s not nearly as fun as the mystery.” It was true, she could say that Lute had sent her here to reaffirm his aid to the Leviathan’s cause. However, that might come off as harsh or a blunt way of phrasing. Kuueru wasn’t really rude, just fucking evil.
She leaned the bottle over as he extended his empty glass. She carefully refilled it, perhaps a bit heavy handedly. She wasn’t sure if his bartender friend would have to cut them both off if they drank more. This wine seemed to have the potency of twice a normal Earthling drink. She felt a bit light-headed and happy herself. Her shoulders began to droop, and her words drawl. She took a sip from her cup, a bit of the crimson drink running down her cheek sloppily.
“Whoops.” Raijin then pulled out a small case, she could admit that she was curious about it contents. Immediately her nose reacted, her head turned away to confirm that the smell was radiating from the rolled cigarettes.
He offered her one, and began to puff upon his own. Immediately the smell grew more pungent than before. The bartender seemed to be shooting them a wary glass, but Kuueru couldn’t place why. She plucked one of the small rolls from the container and held it close to her face for examination. They were all neaty proportioned and nearly identical beside a few handmade imperfections.
“See, I am a demon. Demons belong in the demon realm.” She used a hushed voice when using the ‘D’ word, she could never be certain that someone wasn’t around to harm her. Her drunken eyes met his own as she held a fingertip up to the end of the cigarette...which now was in her mouth. With a small blue flame she ignited the end and took a long draw. It wasn’t as harsh as she was imagining, then again--she knew not the difference of this cigarette than the one she saw middle-aged moms puffing on either. It didn’t take long for the effects to sink in. The scattered voices in the room all seemed to dull down, even the lighting was less harsh upon the demon’s eyes. Wild pupils dilated and the very blood within her veins felt as if it were rushing at twice the speed. Everything was moving slow, but tremendously too fast. She drank the rest of her wine to ease into this new-found ‘high’.
“Perhaps we can get out of here, there’s too many people for me to talk freely here.” Kuueru pleaded, turning to rest a hand upon his shoulder. She gave him a slight squeeze, perhaps leaning a bit too much of her off-kiltered weight on the barstool. She saved her fall however, jumping to her feet while her face smushed to his arm.
“Whoooa. Sorry bud. Not used to drinking this stuff, let alone...whatever this is.” Kuueru waved the smoking cigarette before contradicting herself by taking another draw. The smoke exited her nostril, tingling her nairs with delight.
“Name any place, where we can talk.” Tora WC: 669//2,961
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Post by Tora on Aug 31, 2018 12:19:55 GMT -5
She wanted to leave. Most times he had been asked to leave this bar it had been for one reason; However, Raijin respected this woman in a way he hadn't women prior. Despite his age, level of intoxication and even his general nature having her squeeze him and drunkenly fall into him felt far too easy for a being of her stature. Whether she realized it or not, Raijin had become far too invested in their conversation. Yes, he had been flirting openly, but it felt more like a natural reaction to being with such a cute, lively girl. Still, he felt leaving would be a good idea. They had attracted quite a bit of attention to themselves. Raijin knew of a place relatively nearby. He would show her a little of the small city they were in, first.
“Kavel. Call us a cab.” he said, smiling at his drinking partner, then turning to the bartender. The man grunted in understanding, stepping out back to a phone. A few minutes later he came out front, saying only two words: “Five minutes.” Not bad. That meant they had a couple for him to help the girl to her feet. Outside it had started actually raining, and she was in luck. Being with him meant she had no need for an umbrella. He took a few more drags of the elongated joint, exhaling it through his mouth and into his nostrils, an old smoke trick. The knife-ear put the ember out after, leaving it in the ash-tray for Kavel to put out. “I know a place. We're going to travel like weaklings, because it's the best way to see the red-light district. Then we're going to somewhere a little more relaxing, right outside of the city. After being packed in with these scoundrels, I could use somewhere to clear my head. Have a proper smoke.”
Raijin playfully plucked her joint out of her mouth, taking a long haul of it and burning most of it away. She looked properly intoxicated. The youth put it out, extending his arm for her to hook hers through, intending to support her. He guided her out of the establishment, exiting through the large, musty, wooden doors. Outside the rain was pouring, and you could see the lights of a hover cab directly in front of the building, parked on the curb. The moment Raijin stepped underneath the rain, the clouds parted above him and his companion, rain falling everywhere but on them.
“This might be slower than what your used to, but that's the thing. There's no point in living if you don't enjoy things once in a while.” he explained, walking over to the cab, his arm presumably still hooked with hers. He opened the door to the cab, sliding into the backseat with her. Now that he was out of the rain, he could make out the details of the taxi a little better. The interior was worn and lived-in, as if it had been flying for years. It was a telltale sign of a classic cab driver, one who had driven for years. The cabby in the front was aged. An older Heran, wrinkled and fierce. He wore circular glasses, and his facial hair was white and grown out. He laughed at the odd-looking pair, his voice gruff and bellowing.
“Tourists, huh? Where to, big guy?” he asked Raijin. Rai produced a stack of zenni, generous for what he wanted to do. The old man flashed a smile, the engine revving up, taking to the sky. The clouds parted perfectly around the car, as the youthful magician extended his magical aura that had been manipulating the sky above them. Then, he spoke:
“Let's get a nice view of the red-light district. Keep us in the visually stimulating areas- we're not getting out. Then, take us to somewhere outside of the city. A lake, or something. Maybe a beach. I need some water, and somewhere private. And shut the glass between us, the privacy starts now.”
The cabby nodded, the vehicle taking off at a slow pace. The glass between the front seat and back seat slid shut. They flew threw a few side-streets, bobbing and weaving around other hover-cars. From there, they entered the red-light district- a collection of flashing lights, eccentric looking women, aliens, males, females, and anything in between. Strange music played out of different clubs in the area, and a few casinos rang with the bells and whistles of people winning money. Prostitutes, drug-dealers, and other assorted cretins and lowlifes walked around, some dressed fashionably others in more dingy looking clothes. The few beggars that littered the street seemed inebriated beyond function. Raijin spoke as they drove, hoping to make her comfortable with some more backstory:
“I was raised on Earth. Started in an orphanage Taught myself to read and write. My magic manifested around the age of seven. The other kids always made me feel bad about looking different, so I shocked a few of them and was kicked out. Found some mountains. Made a home for myself, and just trained, read, and relaxed. Then on my seventeenth birthday, I took a space-shuttle to nowhere. I drifted for a bit, then Polaris himself almost killed me. Forced me to join up with the Galactic Empire. Now? I'm desperately trying to gain something in this world. Problem is, I want everything. Power. Money. Pleasure. Sometimes I want more than that, even. It's hard to explain.”
While the youth had spoke, his eyes glossed over. Sometimes the drink made him vulnerable, and when he smoked he tended to express himself more than he would usually. He hoped that it wouldn't alienate her. Raijin felt more comfortable than he had in a while, and felt relieved to have discovered a friend in this stranger. Even if that trust was created from herbally induced euphoria.
They continued to travel through the red-light district before the multicolored lights started to fade, the people turning from sexualized and extravagant to sad and desperate, some thuggish and imposing. They were on the outskirts of pirate territory- however, most would recognize the vehicle as containing Raijin, known on Hera as “Knife-Ear”. His magic was recognizable to most who were acquainted in the pirate world, his extraordinary abilities earning him a unique reputation. They made it to the end of the pirate district and took one more turn before the driver pulled up on the wheel, making the hovercraft airborne to a further extent. They began to climb into the atmosphere at a much slower pace than Rai could've flown. That wasn't the point. The hybrid wanted to enjoy himself, and he wanted to show Kuueru something different. Finally, they arrived at their destination- one of the great, stretching beaches of Hera. The hovercraft landed gently on the sandy beach, the ocean waves rolling and foaming.
The glass window slid open and the old man spoke. “Here we are! One of Hera's most beautiful coral reef. Thanks, youngin's. The little extra was appreciated. Do ya need me to swing back around and pick you up?”
Rai shook his head, signifying they would be fine. Raijin stepped out of the vehicle, helping Kuueru out of it if she so required. Then, he would reach into his robe and withdraw a little back-up stash he had kept. An old flask he had taken from Earth, filled with something a bit stronger. Whiskey. The halfling grinned at her and turned towards the water as the old man flew away. “This a good enough change of scenery?”
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Aug 31, 2018 17:03:02 GMT -5
The demoness almost felt a bit of guilt. The boy had been so open with her, explaining the details of his life and his ancestry without a second thought. Kuueru was still on guard however, only answering him briefly or with bouts of humor filling her voice. She was a hard one to keep a serious conversation with at times, but Lute had been teaching the woman about what wasn’t and what was appropriate. Hopefully some more social interactions wouldn’t harm her skills in blending in with mortals.
She perked up as the man asked Kavel to make arrangements for transportation. Although her idea was a bit more hasty, it seemed that Raijin preferred to take his time and enjoy the smell of the proverbial roses. She had seen a lot in her centuries of living, but she missed out on far more. She could admit, she probably did need to slow down and experience all that the galaxy had to offer. She shifted in her seat, turning towards the Halfling with a curious expression.
Raijin performed a wicked french inhale, not that the demon had any idea what that was. Still, some of the fire breathers back home would do the same with flames. She chuckled at the memories she forged even in a desolate hell. Then her mind opened to the possibilities of how much more she could be doing. With such power, such wealth, and all the time in the world; why was she wasting it?
“I’m glad you know a place, I don’t know shit about Hera.” The demon lamented, her dull eyes looking even more lackluster due to the smoke. She managed to get a bit of a drag off the cigarette before he stole it and nearly sucked down a third in an amazing feat. She chuckled under her breath as he then explained his agenda for the evening: A passing tour of hookers and prison-bound, and then a surprise ending. What a tour guide Raijin was turning out to be!
The cab arrived and Kuueru found herself glancing towards the front of the bar. She noted the heavy rain pouring outside. If anything she would want to stay in on a night with such weather. However, Raijin seemed ready to head out headlong. He of course, helped her to her feet. They weren’t so wobbly yet, perhaps demons burned through mortal alcohol faster than the napalm concoctions that the bars back home served. Talk about heartburn.
As they approached the cab, Kuueru warily stared at the impending wetness. However, in another magical act the rain seemed to stop falling over the Shinjin boy. The demon looked at him and then to his questionable opening of the clouds. Did he have a full set of meteorology powers?! Kuueru smiled, she liked to play with fire herself and could sympathize.
They made it to the safety of the taxi, the interior seeming rather homey and reminiscent of Lute’s properties. He never kept anything up, it appeared the Namekian would much rather let things collect dust than use. This was different though, the wear on the cheap leather seats; hell, even the the smell they gave off after years of spillage and wet passengers. It wasn’t the most comfortable ride, but it would suffice to get them through the seedy things to come.
Raijin manifested a huge stack of zeni, tossing it towards the driver who eagerly accepted. That was all it took, with a little more persuasion the man would probably drive them for hours if they wanted. Although, Kuueru was ready to exit the car as soon as she entered. As they rolled off, Raijin began to explain his rise to his current power. The strife and struggled he endured, and how it fostered him into the man he was today. Wait, did he say he was 17 when this happened? Jailbait.
She could see the drugs, or the alcohol making an appearance in his empty gaze. Kuueru leaned back into the seat, her eyes looking out at the rather damp landscape they passed. There were parts to the city that bewildered the woman. Women dressed in nearly nothing, all different sorts of races, genders and colors. There was something for everyone here, and they all seemed ready to do their job. A few women even tried to heil down their cab with an offer of the ‘daily special’. Something made her belief that the special was space syphilis today.
Afterwards, they went through the roughneck crowd. Various eyes trying to peer through the tinted glass and catch who was on their turf. She sunk lower in her seat, part of fear of her head getting shot off and part of the alcohol relaxing her body entirely. She felt like a wet noodle in the back seat of the cab; wait, was this what the cigarette did?!
Kuueru shot up, noticing that they driver had informed them of their arrival. Apparently a coral reef, she had heard those were good for scuba diving from a travel television show once. She found herself binge watching the silly series during the long flights through space, that is---when she didn’t teleport there instantly.
As she exited the car, Raijin was quick to offer his hand. She gladly obliged and managed to step out into the light. It was like a completely different environment from moments before. Hell, even the atmosphere had opened and a sun began to sink on the horizon. It’s light bathed everything in peaches and oranges, it all seemed like a tropical dream to Kuueru. Yes, this was what she needed to buy on Lute’s card next! A personal island, NO! A planet!
She bantered with herself for a moment before the stench of alcohol burned her nares once more. She turned her head and locked eyes with the small flask he held close. As he turned to face the water, she couldn’t help but grab another gander herself. The water was beautifully reflecting the soon fleeting light.
“Of course!” Kuueru took off, her form flying through the air towards the reef. It was neatly tucked away under some bits of shallow, and much deeper water. Plenty of fish and other wildlife made this their home; if need be she could probably hunt one up and at least have some food on her stomach for the evening. Nearby was a small beach, it seemed to be abandoned, at least at this time of day.
She skirted her way to the shore and let her boots dig into the sand. It was still warm from a day’s worth of sunbathing, even heating through the soles of her shoes. She plopped down on a nearby folding chair, kicking her feet up and pretending to be haughty and rich, if only for a moment.
“Ho ho ho, Reginald--wouldn’t you think playing sportball tomorrow would be lovely for us and the kids?” Kuueru teased through her stupid grin. While she was enjoying having a good time, she could really hunker down and make herself at home for the night. Sleeping under the stars in a hammock like some sort of beach bum. That sounded like the life for the demon.
“This place is amazing!” Kuueru enthused in drunken glee! Though after the ride, her buzz had began to wear off. Tora WC: 1,222//4,183
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Post by Tora on Sept 2, 2018 14:36:42 GMT -5
Raijin couldn't help but laugh at the girl. The notion of the pair living some 'ordinary' life was humorous, but Raijin felt a bit distracted. She seemed to be enjoying herself, even going so far so to play in the sand after flying around a bit. He made his way over to her sitting near the chair, cross-legged. The halfling took a deep breath, drinking slowly from his flask. He offered her some, but warned her: “This isn't like what you were drinking before. This is a little worse.”
The youth looked out at the stretching mass of water, admiring the shimmering colors of the ocean. He spent a few minutes just staring, and thinking. This was oddly relaxing for him. Lately he had felt high-strung. Had yet to put his guard down. For a short while he had been running with a nobody crew of pirates. It had been up to him to watch his own back, and for a moment paranoia set in. He wasn't sure if he should really just chill out like this. Then, he looked at Kuueru, Rai remembering how young he actually was. He had never lived like a person his age, having never felt like he fit in. In a strange way, he felt like he clicked with this girl. Not that he really knew anything about her. It was just a fleeting thought.
“Amazing, huh? On Earth we have beautiful things all around us and we never notice them. As someone of this realm, I know how easy it is to overlook everything. I want to experience life, and everything is has to offer.” Rai laid back, finding a comfortable spot on the soft sand. He laid back onto the ground, kicking his feet up. It was an open space, and Rai closed his eyes, laughing softly. “Feels strange just sitting around like this. Thanks for coming out here with me.”
He glanced over to her, and smiled a very slight grin. Half of its' normal size. “So. Am I just going to rant? Or are you going to tell me a little bit about yourself?” he asked, withdrawing another cigarette. The knife-eared youth lit it and extended it to the girl. “Don't smoke too much!”
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Sept 3, 2018 7:48:32 GMT -5
The demon could easily sense the distraction in his eyes. She turned a head to take in the figure of the halfling beside her in the sand. While the sun continued to roll over the horizon, she couldn’t help but wonder what thoughts plagues his own mind. She shrugged the thought, looking as he offered the flask of pungent liquid to her. Of course, she took it and greedily sipped at the harsh amber liquid.
“Ahem.” She cleared her throat awkwardly after the liquor burned at her throat. She quickly handed back the flask to Raijin, indulging in enough booze for the night. A gentle slap to the cheek and she managed to get over the initial stutter the booze brought.
She too, joined him and viewing the evening scenery. Something about the ocean was mesmerizing to the demon. Perhaps it was the unending depths and the new discoveries that lay dormantly ready to be discovered. She tried to think of herself as a marine biologist in life, trying to find those rare cases of power and ultimately aid them in fruition. That was the demon’s goal. To make allies, and strong ones at that.
“Yeah, pretty amazing. When I first stepped into the realm I was stunned by a scene just like this one. Then I knew there was more to existing in this plane for me...more than just being a pain in the ass.”
Perhaps her words were meant as a misdirection, or they could have been true. Kuueru didn’t like to delve too much into her personal agendas with strangers. If they knew of her end-goal plans they may have changed their opinion on the demon. She tried to keep people on their toes about her thoughts and feelings, she preferred to be the hardest thing to read next to the entire One Piece series.
Raijin managed to pull out another cigarette for their enjoyment. Kuueru found herself now lying upon the sand like the halfling. Her eyes marveled as the brightest of stars began to make their appearances in the sky. The songs of the tropical birds had all drawn to a close. The pinks and peaches were not dull purples. Everything would be in darkness soon. Still, the girl intended to use all of her time exploring and making those connections that would benefit her in the end.
“I don’t think you’re doing much ranting honestly,” Kuueru replied, her fingertips drawing random shapes and lines into the sand beneath them.
“Well...”
She took a long drag off the herbaceous cylinder. Moments passed before she finished her earlier sentence.
“When you have lived as long as me, it’s hard to tell your entire story,” the demon looked towards her companion before passing him back the smoking barrel of fun. Her body soon relaxed with the drugs aid. Perhaps with such things in her system she would be lulled to speak even more.
“So, Lute has told me, I was borne of the fruit like you...but as soon as they sensed the tiniest bit of maleficence they plucked me and sent me to the Demon Realm to live off the rest of my days. I hear it happens rarely, but it happens nonetheless.”
Kuueru rolled onto her side to face Raijin, her dull eyes were focused in on the sand now as she continued her childish playing.
“After Babidi and Dabura last escaped, I kind of made it my sole focus to escape.” Just by uttering that, she gave away her age. It had been nearly five centuries since the last of the Z-fighters died out, and some years before that Majin Buu and the wizard made their grand entrance with Dabura the Demon King.
“Oh, I’m 750. This isn’t my real form, and I pretty much am obsessed with the food and things I can buy here! Way better than toad’s eyes and demon fangs for spells and incantations. I’d much rather get a hot dog with extra chili and onions.” Kuueru’s expression panned to one of ecstasy as the image crossed her mind.
“I’m not sure what...else is customary to share. Lute isn’t really one to share things…” Again she mentioned the Namekian who was now acquainted with the pair.
“I guess, I am just here as a curious person, with wild ambitions.”
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Post by Tora on Sept 7, 2018 15:23:50 GMT -5
Kuueru turned to face him, after taking a large drag from the joint he had rolled. Raijin let her speak for about a minute, intrigued. She professed her age, explaining she was plucked from her home and banished to the 'Demon Realm'. Lute was mentioned again, piquing Raijin's interest even further. Still, Raijin was stuck on one notion; She had been left to rot, alone in a foreign realm by the same individuals that he descended from. A pang of uncharacteristic guilt filled Rai's stomach, as he associated so closely with her story. She spoke of two names, 'Babidi' and 'Dabura'. These he didn't recognize. The hybrid made a mental note to ask about them later. Finally, Kuu told Raijin how old she was, and that she was disguising herself. When he discovered this, his eyes lit up.
Also. She liked hot dogs. With chili. That was actually the most surprising thing he had learned of the demoness. Raijin himself preferred expensive, luxurious foods. For her to admire something so simple entertained him to no end. The knife-ear chuckled heartily at her, leaning close to her, trying to get her to look into his violet eyes. She spoke of Lute once more, explaining his closed off nature. Raijin imagined trying to get the ominous Namekian to open up about his past and laughed again, the warmth in his gut from alcohol reflected in the warmth of his laugh. Kuueru had done well for a person who claimed to have never expressed herself. Rai had felt empathy for her, something he rarely experienced. Was this what it was like to actually be around people? Life had become so strange as of late. Eyes gleaming, he began to speak, his cheeks tinted red with alcohol. He had forgotten to upkeep the spell he had been using to burn away the alcohol within his gut.
“Curious, eh? I am also... 'curious.' First off... Chili dogs? Really? Anything in the universe that you could eat, and that's what you choose? I'm sure there's some kind of fantastic story behind this and frankly I demand that you tell me.” he said, fascinated. Then, his eyes narrowed, his expression becoming quite serious, “Second. I want to see your true form. I'm a little embarrassed that this whole time I've been complimenting you without knowing who you really are. Not that I regret it- in fact, I have utter confidence in the physical appearance of your original form. Perhaps more than you do. Right now, though, complimenting you is like complimenting an art piece. You worked to create the visage I see in front of me, and simply that fact is... Astounding. That's an incredible little spell you've worked out. I'd love to figure it out myself.”
While he had spoken his eyes had grown impassioned, his hand lightly brushing against hers. Rai didn't want to seem like he wasn't genuine, or scare her away from trusting him. This was the first time he found someone powerful and it didn't end in a brawl. On top of that, he felt like he... No, he probably shouldn't even think it. Feelings were dangerous and he was already in a little too deep. Lute was a killer, after-all. She was clearly with him, whether physically or simply partnered together. Raijin wanted to clear the air, so after she responded to his first two questions he would follow up with a third. Raijin's expression was one of interest, and he hadn't shifted away from the girl so long as she hadn't. He finally asked his third question, closing his eyes and smiling again as he spoke:
“So. Did Lute send you? More importantly, how did you two even meet?”
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Sept 10, 2018 16:57:46 GMT -5
She rolled her back into the sand and set her gaze for the skies once more. The glimmering star-system decorated the dark navy canvas, everything was so serene and mesmerizing out here. She smiled before resting her eyes and tucking her arms under her head in a makeshift pillow.
However, the man soon shifted in the sand, she opened an eye to see the red-faced man. He was drunk for sure, the stench of booze rolling off his breath as she turned to face him again. His eyes were odd, something about them seeming to shimmer under the light of the moon, stars and nearby tiki torches. He was quiet as she spoke and explained, but he seemed so intent that he had to have a word edgewise. She stopped talking, looking at him quietly as she waited for him to say something. Perhaps his kind sleep with their eyes open? She knew she didn’t. She waved a hand in front of his muzzle to grab his attention.
“Hey, chili dogs are a guilty pleasure, I am still down with grabbing crab legs on the coast somewhere too!”
The demon lamented, the stupid grin upon her lips fueled by her own alcohol filled buzz. As drunk as she was feeling, when Raijin demanded the story behind it, there was none.
“Well, when I first came here, I didn’t know if a hundred zeni was petty change or a fortune beyond belief! It wasn’t my fault I discovered them.”
His second demand soon followed, asking to see her true form. Both her eyes shot open to look at him. She gulped audibly, her eyes wide with an apprehension that almost mirrored fear. She sat up in the sand, her back to him now.
“It’s really not much to see, I promise,” Kuueru remarked quietly before pulling her knees to her chest for a comforting hug. Not many had wanted to see that, not many knew about her true form. Lute of course did, as he found her when she could barely maintain the magic of the disguise for more than a few brief minutes. It was funny how effortless she could keep up the visage now that she had began training her body and ki to new limits.
Frequently the woman traveled back to the demon realm, now that she had the ability to teleport even getting there was but a small task. She could train in the ambient energy in the environment, and slaughter as many lesser demons as she needed to practice her skills. Since escaping there however, she gained all of the skill to do it. If it weren’t for the Namekian and his portal, she would still be practising disguises and plotting her take-over of the mortal race.
“Yeah though, this spell is hard work. I remember training and reading every day to even get it to last 30 seconds…”
As she prepared to stand and complete his request she felt his warmth upon her hand. She froze, her body becoming stiff from the contact. Normally, when she touched another--there was more...blood.
“So. Did Lute send you? More importantly, how did you two even meet?”
Kuueru unpaused like a DVD player to focus on the man’s face. Eye closed he lay there after his odd questioning session. Perhaps she spoke too much of the Namekian and he grew curious? Maybe he knew she was aware of his encounter with Lute?
A loud breath pressed from her chest as she tried to phrase it, “In a way he mentioned you yes, said you might be a nice asset to the team.”
It wasn’t a lie. Kuueru quickly stood to her full height, her body towering over the halfling in the sand.
“I found him, chained by a powerful spell in the demon realm; after he attempted to kill a powerful lord. Obviously he failed the first time, I released the spell of binding, and in return he allowed me to use his portal on the way out. A trade for a trade. Since then, I like to keep powerful allies, and… company. Not that he’s the best of that, in fact---it’s been a few weeks.”
Kuueru snickered and turned to face the man once more. In a blinding light that bathed the beach like a blue oversized tiki torch Kuueru revealed herself. She stepped through the azure blaze, her red eyes focused in on Raijin as he waited. Black horns grew wildly from her crown, her overall temperature changed to cool colors from her early bright pinks. Her skin was rather devoid of color, and her frame was now covered by much more modest offerings. SHe almost looked animalistic and wild in this form. “You wanted to see it. Here it is,” Kuueru stated, the flames vanishing and leaving them in the dim light once more. Awkwardly, she fidgeted with the one wing that sprouted from her backside. She was now sporting a black forked tail to match the stereotypical ‘demon’ look. Tora WC: 835 | 5,739
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Post by Tora on Sept 10, 2018 17:43:54 GMT -5
Rai made a mental note of her tastes. Chili dogs and crab legs? She was definitely an odd one. Not to mention, Rai had always known and appreciated the value of zenni. Kuueru shirked away when he asked to see her true form, visibly hugging herself. This surprised Raijin. She was... delicate. Shy, even. His already red-tinted face flushed further with the thought. Why was he always so forceful?
Still, when she continued speaking he didn't interrupt her. Rai just smiled. She described the effort it took for her to master the spell, and the Shinjin halfing noted he would have to take some time and apprentice under her. The magic it took to upkeep such a disguise was elaborate to say in the least. Then she told him of Lute and how they met. She had found him, chained in the Demon Realm after targetting a powerful Lord. They escaped the realm together and now worked together, keeping powerful allies.
She ended her explanation with a flash, an incredible blue light emanating from the Demoness hybrid. Elongated ebony horns sprouted from her crown, her skin turning a pale, pearlescent tone. Her black, forked tail swayed back and forth playfully and Rai couldn't help but notice how her clothes seemed to get smaller, this time looking at her shamelessly. If she was brave enough to reveal her true form to him, he wouldn't look away. In fact? He had absolutely no desire to look away.
Desire.
That feeling, again. A hunger that existed in his gut, a voice that whispered to him. Whenever he saw something he wanted, his heart would start to race. This time felt worse than most before. Perhaps because of the emotions connected with the feeling of avarice. But, before he knew what he was doing, he approached the woman. The halfling's eyes would look mad and empassioned, his heart beating so fast and loud he was quite sure that she could hear it.
He didn't care.
"You're... Perfect..." he stated, warmly. His voice was soft, yet intense. The way the words leapt from his mouth, it was obvious he spoke before he thought. Or, perhaps that was all that was on his mind. He hadn't forgotten what she had said to him about Lute, or their shared history. It had been overshadowed. Raijin felt like he just saw a glimpse into his own future, his eyes still locked intensely onto her ethereal features. This could easily be the delusions of a teenage boy, but something about the way he felt was different from anything he had felt before.
Raijin didn't dare say another word on the topic, now nervous himself. Usually he knew what to say, or spoke without caring. Right now he was at a loss for words. He barely even noticed himself closing the distance between them, drawn in by her primal form. The same animalistic essence existed in him, afterall, descending from Makaioshin.
He felt like promising her something in that moment. Maybe blame the booze, or maybe blame his immature nature. Raijin didn't think it was either of those. He had been fighting this until now, but upon seeing such an unnaturally beautiful and graceful form...
He couldn't help himself. So, he spoke, his violet eyes sparkling like the lightning he so effortlessly manipulated.
"One day there will be a world where you won't have to hide yourself. You'll walk freely in the light, free from the shadows that you think bind you. When I offered to join Lute it was out of desperation and selfish greed. I offered my life to him, but now I see why fate led me here. I will live, and die, but only for you. I've pledged myself to tyrants and assassins alike, but nothing compared to my pledge to you. I give you my heart, as surely as I would cut it from my chest and present it to you."
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Sept 11, 2018 17:01:41 GMT -5
The heat of the flames subsided and her skin grew chilly under the evening air. She felt like a custom character walking through a cutscene in a video game--she stuck out.
However, soon Raijin was on his feet and right in front of her. Her limp arms awkwardly shielded her frontside from his leering gaze. She wasn’t as self-conscious about the form home, everyone looked odd or nearly naked. However, in this moment she felt vulnerable and exposed. Her gaze couldn’t be brought to meet his own, she would more than likely melt with embarrassment.
A quick glance and she noticed the impassioned gaze of the halfling, his eyes seemed needy and lustful. Kuueru couldn’t understand how. She stood there awkwardly still, as he began to speak. He used the word ‘perfect’ as the descriptor, but being discarded by the Shinjin hardly felt perfect. Though, Raijin’s voice was genuinely warm. Perhaps even warmer than it had been all evening. She looked at him again, trying her best not to glance away or be rude.
He drew his form even closer, the woman’s feet planted firmly in the sand as if he were going to punch her. She flinched briefly, but soon noted he meant no harm. Instead, he began a Martin Luther King speech about the future, and equality. She couldn’t help but chuckle from his ideal, she knew it would never come to be. The demon and mortal realms had coexisted for eternity, if it were meant to be...wouldn’t it?
The statement then took a bit of an odd turn. She listened intently as he mentioned he gave his life to the Namekian her eyes grew wild. Her comrade didn’t mention such a bond to her, at least...not yet. She cleared her throat, her eyes darting wildly away from his now. For the next sentence, was truly creepfest. Cutting hearts from chests as gifts?
“Well, while a good heart is hard to come by for conjuring spells, I’m not in quite a need for one as of late. If I did though, I know a great shop on Earth to get all of my reagents and supplies!”
The demon shot him a friendly smile, her hand waving towards him as she turned down the offer of his internal organs. She was a bit unsure of what to say from there, as the conversation had shifted, and it was apparent that they both had too much to drink. She pushed a pale hand forward to rest upon his shoulder. She wasn’t sure how to follow up to such a heartfelt expression of liquor. Maybe the man should have a sleep or even sleep off his evening.
Her forked tail snuck up and wrapped around her waist idly.
“Are you that high?” Kuueru asked, leaning in to look at the whites of his eyes.
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Post by Tora on Sept 12, 2018 9:23:41 GMT -5
The inebriated halfling hadn't even realized he had made the girl uncomfortable. Fortunately to an outsider it seemed like it was the liquor poisoning his thoughts and not some deranged madness, or notions of want. She played off his offer quite well. The halfling struggled to regain his composure, his eyes wild. Kuueru stared into them with questioning intent, asking him a simple question:
"Are you that high?"
The answer was, yes. But not from the smoke, or the drink. If anything, he was using the substances to numb his problem, further himself from them. Not that he really felt like going against his nature. He felt euphoric with a sense of discovery. Unbeknownst to Raijin, he was feeling a malady passed down from father to son. A sickness of the mind.
After she showed concern for his safety, it was like the whispering stopped. Not that the feeling faded. It suddenly became manageable. He assumed what he now realized to be a mask and smiled at the girl, the glint of avarice dimmed in his eyes. The youth realized that that was why he had reacted that way. When she took off her own mask, it was the first time he had empathized with anyone. It must've triggered... something.
"Teleport...? Uh, no. Should I be capable..?" he asked, his eyebrow raising inquisitively. The halfling tried to brush away the awkward situation. "Can you go anywhere? "
Rai psychically projected an image into her head. It was of his old house, hidden in the mountains if Earth. The vegetation around it was scattered, but pleasant. Small trees grew in a little grove, and a tiny house was hidden behind them. Very quaint. Especially for someone such as himself, who fervently desired something greater.
In this moment all Raijin really wanted was some peace and quiet to regain himself. Not that he wanted the girl to leave- in fact, he was more than open to her hanging around. Rai was tired from both his consumption of various substances and his foray into empassioned thought. So, he kept projecting the image of his childhood home into Kuueru's mind, smiling pleasantly at her to show that he was in fact 'alright'.
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