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Player Character🔹 Character Sheet Character Page Don't forget to like and subscribe! Pepa •	Post by Pepa on Oct 30, 2018 3:35:48 GMT -5 The Empire ship burned a path through low orbit for far longer than it needed to, in order to make its entrance. The skies of Utumno were streaked with fire that had people for miles around looking up in wonder and fear. The massive, pointed ship looked like some javelin hurled by an angry God, directly at the imposing black fortress of Utumno. It would be some time before the fortifications were fully completed, but even so the structure was impressive. An enormous construct of hewn stone situated in a ruinous wasteland. It was powerful, but incomplete. The message from the Empire was clear; whilst this planet might be strong on its own terms, and could grow into prosperity, the Empire was already prosperous, already fully-formed, and already here. The inhabitants of the ship floated down from a hatch which opened in the bottom – the ship itself remained airborne, hovering in place ready to take off in case negotiations turned sour and a swift exit was required. There had been little contact with Utumno, but it was understood that the planet’s ruler was … erratic. Perhaps that was why Pleez had been dispatched along with the Ambassador. She was a kindred spirit in that regard. Bakon, the Ambassador in question, was not an imposing figure. Dark blue fur covered most of his visible body, his snout long and flexible, and used as a perch for his thick glasses – which made bulbous eyes appear continuously surprised. To Pleez, he reminded her of a startled warthog stuffed into a suit. One day, she was sure, she would hear him squeal – and that would give her great pleasure. He was flanked by two other alien brutes – huge soldiers picked for their muscular and imposing natures, wearing pristine Empire military dress uniforms for the occasion. They looked very sharp, and very well-trained. To an observer who was utterly ignorant of the workings of Ki, they would be the epitome of Empire strength, and clearly the most dangerous of the four individuals descending. Then there was Pleez. A small frame, diminutive, even scrawny by comparison to the brutes… but her power seethed and surged continuously. Blood red eyes glared at the world below as they descended, and she had incorporated the Ultramarine symbology into her outfit; the blue sash at her waist fastened with the golden U which bound her in service to the Empire. As far as most of the Galaxy was concerned, the Ultramarines were glorious warriors who stood as a heroic bulwark between the Empire and those who would tear it down into chaos… but even a basic level of ki sensitivity would put an end to the idea that this particular example was anything but a monster. The four individuals touched down in front of the fortress gates, and Bakon adjusted his spectacles as he looked up at the walls. “They aren’t here.” Pleez growled. “You’re wasting my time again. Keep it up and I’ll find some way to make you entertain me.” The two soldiers looked nervously between the Ultramarine and the Ambassador she had just threatened. Bakon, though, did not look perturbed at all. “No, you won’t, Marine.” Bakon said, sparing the Majin a glance over his shoulder. “You’re here to serve me, not the other way around. Patience. The Lord of Utumno shan’t keep us waiting long. And we may have need of your… special talents.” Pleez cracked her neck, and her fingers flexed, yearning to choke the life out of the man… but when no more words were forthcoming, he turned back to the gates, and waited. (Wordcount: 606 - Vayle Cameo )

We Come in Peace (Vayle) Posted Oct 30, 2018 3:35:48 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top

Supporter🌟 The Dark Lord Not human, not anymore... Vayle Cameo •	Post by Vayle Cameo on Oct 30, 2018 5:51:23 GMT -5 Vayle was unsurprised by the confidence the newest Ambassador, Bakon, showed as he came to Utumno's doorsteps. The world was small, insignificant on the galactic scale, and for the moment, that was exactly the way Vayle liked it. It's independence made it a valuable jewel, one that made it a target for unrepentant greed. It was a good thing she'd changed her name, appearance, and race since last time she'd dealt with the group, however - Polaris had quite clearly not enjoyed her company the last time they'd met - a sentiment Vayle would happily rebutt in her own time with his severed head on a pike outside Thangorodrim's walls - and she had a feeling she'd not be sent this wimpy ambassador alone if this were an armed occupation. She looked over at Curd, his head set in thought, and Vayle already knew the reliable fighter had already thought of how to handle this new situation. his tactical mind and impressive grit had turned out to serve him well not just as a fighter but as a statesman in the time that Vayle had been gone, and after probing his mind (Metaphorically, though Vayle had considered a more literal option more than once), she had seen that his competence had only grown in his brief time as steward of Utumno. And luckily, he'd be left to use that to his full potential... It wasn't long before Vayle noticed Curd's discomfort. "You're worried about that thing, then?" Vayle asked with a grin. Curd looked towards the outside of the gate. "Don't be ridiculous. it's not a weak ki by any means, but I could take 'em, no problem. This place is so close to finished, though... I'd rather not see some ridiculous show of power waste more of a limited budget." "I wouldn't worry about that. We won't really be dealing with these people with brute force. Take up negotiations with the useless one. Keep him busy. I've got actual business to attend to with that ki, especially if it's who I think it is." Curd wrinkled his nose. "So I'm just left to do your grunt-work." "If king of a planet is your version of grunt-work, Curd, I'm completely at a loss for how to actually please you anymore. If you want, I could always arrange a fight with you and this one..." "I'll pass, thanks! Vayle shot the man an honest grin before stepping forward, one finger extending to push the thick stone apart with a casual tap. Curd's form, practically a long-lost twin of Captain Ginyu, if only with a sword and eccentric garb added on, stood next to Vayle as they stood in front of the stone gates "Well now, it seems we have some enterprising guests here, Viceroy Curd. You would be The Imperial Ambassador, I assume! Excellent! And you've brought us a being of interest, as well!" The pig-man turned to regard Vayle, and opened it's unseemly little mouth to answer Vayle's question, but before he could say anything, a thin, grasping tendril rushed from the ground, gently caressing the side of his snout and directing his vision to Curd. "Unfortunately, my little diplomat, I'm afraid you'll have to content yourself with talking to my Viceroy." Vayle adds with a smirk. "I simply have more important matters to attend to, now that you've brought me something of real interest. How about you spend some time talking with my viceroy, and we will rejoin the party after I've given your bodyguard here a proper tour of the walls." Vayle adds with a smirk. The Ambassador, to her, appeared to be choking on something rather unpleasant and harsh, and Vayle chuckled to herself as she continued speaking. Part of her hoped that the ham in man's form pushed her buttons, so she could vaporize him on the spot, but it was unlikely. The man was an experienced politician, and he likely knew that here, he'd been forced out of a powerful situation. He would wait until he saw an opportunity to turn this back around on her, unless he really believed that the little ship looming on them from above was really going to save him. The thought made Vayle inwardly chuckle. Even had Vayle not been there, She doubted this scouting party could even take on Curd's martial prowess. They could threaten further reprisals from the empire... But Polaris was a big boy with much more pressing concerns right now, and Vayle was counting on that. By the time he had the ability to focus on someone so mundane and small in his tiny little world-view, Vayle would be ready to turn him from emperor to entrails. Instead of focusing on that, though, Vayle turned to the small, pink Majin. "So it was you I was sensing. Pleez, right? Come." She added with the first genuine smile she'd displayed the entire trip, before walking back towards the gate. "You had a bit of a record, back in the day. I'd like to have a real conversation while we wait for your little diplomat to get to the important details... one monster to another, you could say." With that, Vayle allowed just a little of her ki she'd so carefully suppressed the entire conversation to spill out, it's sickening feel emanating and covering the area around her. with a slight smirk, she strode back into Utumno's gate, with Curd leading a similar path, and waited to see if the Majin in question would follow. 915 words. Pepa

We Come in Peace (Vayle) Posted Oct 30, 2018 5:51:23 GMT -5 Edited by Vayle Cameo Oct 30, 2018 5:52:15 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top

Player Character🔹 Character Sheet Character Page Don't forget to like and subscribe! Pepa •	Post by Pepa on Oct 30, 2018 8:34:54 GMT -5 Being described as a ‘being of interest’ drew an irritated grunt from Pleez. She allowed her eyes to scan over the people the ambassador was here to see. The woman was hiding her power, she was certain of that. The other one was strong. Strong enough to butcher the others. Hard to say what the result of their own confrontation would be. If Bakon didn’t annoy her so very much, it is likely that the Majin would have refused to leave her ward. She was, after all, here to do a job. But, Bakon was a special kind of arrogant that drew deep on the well of anger inside her. Without a word, she stepped forward to follow Vayle, as Bakon was just about to begin his smooth introduction to the Viceroy. That drew a startled splutter from the blue warthog. “MARINE! What do you think you are doing?! You dare to abandon your post?! How will you explain this to –” And suddenly, Pleez’s hand was around the pig-faced man’s throat. She squeezed. It felt good. Just a little more pressure, and she’d snap his neck like a twig. Those bulbous eyes bugged out wider in absolute horror, and the two other soldiers froze up as though they were suddenly staring into the gaze of death itself. Perhaps they were, if they thought they could intervene. Pleez’s voice was very low, and very quiet – not because she was trying to hide what she said from the others, but the apathetic quality in her tone made it clear that it was simply because she didn’t feel it worthwhile to raise her voice higher. “I.” She said, drawing the Ambassador nose to nose with her. “Do not serve. You. Will show me respect. Or I will end you.” And, because there was in fact a leash of sorts about her, she dropped the spluttering, humiliated ambassador to attempt to reclaim his dignity in the face of the Viceroy. She turned her back on him and his soldiers, comfortable in the knowledge that they could not hurt her. “If there is trouble. Scream. I will come.” And with that disturbing proclamation made, she followed Vayle at a lazy rate. Her looping footsteps were erratic, not the calm, steadfast gait that she had once held, back when she was a mercenary, when she was a professional. This little pink monster was not the same woman who had commanded grudging respect within the Frieza Force – although the host, apparently, knew of that being. Pleez’s expression remained downcast, her brows creased in thought as she turned her mind back. “Pleez.” She echoed, and then shrugged her shoulders lazily. If she were put off at all by the aura of nauseating energy that washed out from Vayle, there was little sign of it. The only reaction was to force those blood red eyes to focus on the woman more closely; her gaze lifting to hold Vayle’s own. It was chilling in its own way; the power within her surged and raged and spat, but Pleez’s expression remained placid and calm. It was taking a great deal of control to do that. More than she thought she had, until this moment. “It is hard.” She continued, her voice still that same, quiet tone. “There were other times. Other lives. Other, priorities, once. It feels like it was so long ago, but it was only a handful of years. It was nothing, to the heartbeat of the universe.” She looked out across the blasted wasteland which surrounded the fortress, and straightened herself up to her full, unimpressive height. “Ask your questions. I might answer.” (Wordcount: 614 / 1220 Vayle Cameo)

We Come in Peace (Vayle) Posted Oct 30, 2018 8:34:54 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top

Supporter🌟 The Dark Lord Not human, not anymore... Vayle Cameo •	Post by Vayle Cameo on Oct 30, 2018 17:18:40 GMT -5 Vayle's grin turned to an expression of genuine surprise, followed by a much softer smile as Pleez explained herself.The Majin, it seemed had undergone something very similar to herself, and the thought resonated through her soul as she kept walking with the woman. The black iron hallways within the stone construction were not well lit, and yet Vayle seemed to be perfectly visible regardless. It wasn't due to any sort of glow or aura... she was simply visible. The torchlight they would infrequently pass seemed to have nothing to do with it, as She strode through some of the more interesting pieces of Utumno. "...The heartbeat of the universe?" Vayle asked with almost a nostalgic look on her face. for a few seconds, Vayle simply kept walking, probing Pleez's aura with her own senses, seemingly enjoying the moment and waiting for an answer. then, her eyes would suddenly snap to attention and she would look at Pleez with a calculated look. one of the gaunts, the wretched beings that worked their way through the castle, saw her queen's eyes and held it's hands up to cover it's wretched face, retreating further down the hall to do it's own assigned task. "You are an agent of destruction." Vayle adds with a smile. "If if were up to you, this planet, the people upon it, the solar system it occupies, and the galaxy it exists in would all be undone. that is the impression I get from your energy." Vayle would wait a moment for Pleez's response, watching her like a patient predator, ready to gauge her response. the torchlight flickered and burned all the brighter "...I respect commitment to a goal." Vayle would finally state. "But it seems your energy and your actions commit different statements." Vayle would add with a somber smile. "Instead, we stand here, as you work towards this mission of diplomacy for a man you hate, working against your own desires as you work for a mission of peace." Vayle would continue. "...Why?" Vayle's next response would come, with a look of what almost seemed like betrayal. despite hardly knowing this pleez being, her expression seemed to indicate some breach of a trust that was never there. Vayle would breathe in, the first breath she'd bothered pretending to take since they'd first arrived there, and a soft whistle seemed to emanate from her covered arms - concealed airholes. "A soul that pure should be better than working with a roach like him!" Vayle would practically spit. For a brief moment, Vayle's full energy would explode outwards, unconcealed by a moment's hesitance, and her own ki would explode out. The feeling was... similar, and yet twisted, to Pleez's own. A sickening yellow that erupted and threatened destruction and consumption, and seemed to eat away even at itself. A gluttonous, destructive force. Then, with one deep breath, and a hard stomp of her heels, it was contained again, as suddenly as it had arrived. putting one hand to her face, Vayle gave a soft grin. "...This body still has some... quirks to control, then." She admitted. then, she turned to Pleez. "A very momentary loss of control." Wordcount: 528/1,443 Pepa

We Come in Peace (Vayle) Posted Oct 30, 2018 17:18:40 GMT -5 Edited by Vayle Cameo Oct 30, 2018 17:18:57 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top

Player Character🔹 Character Sheet Character Page Don't forget to like and subscribe! Pepa •	Post by Pepa on Oct 31, 2018 2:27:23 GMT -5 Pleez’s expression darkened considerably as Vayle accused her of working towards peace. She was already dour, but she became downright thunderous as the words washed over her. The Majin didn’t even seem to register the movements of the Gaunts – her attention was focused absolutely on the woman in front of her and the seething, unnatural aura within the entity. She was being accused of hypocrisy. That alone was interesting; most people with the sense to feel the truth of her aura did not complain when she wasn’t trying to obliterate them from existence. “It isn’t a goal.” Pleez raised her fingers to her own eyeline, and bright pink power sparked across them. Searing electric lightning surged from fingertip to fingertip, leaving the scent of ozone in its wake. “Goal implies choice. There is no choice. Fire burns. Wind blows. Stars shine. Pleez destroys.” The Majin suspected that her host understood better than she would like what it is to be driven by urges beyond one’s own conscious desires. Pleez had once been a mercenary; a dog of war motivated only by coin and survival, two things that she would do anything to achieve. She had never been driven by more noble urges. She had always striven for two things – to understand her origins, and to obtain freedom. In many ways, she had sacrificed the latter for the former, but not completely. “They aren’t fools. They know what I am. I think some seek to harness me. Yoke me. Rehabilitate me. But there is nothing that can do that. But, I am weak. If they choose to move against me now, I would die. It would all be over. Better to wait.” Her eyes shone with a low cunning, and she lowered her arms to her sides again, cocking her head to the side as she regarded the woman. Pleez suspected – though she had no way of knowing for sure – that the Ultramarine symbol that harnessed her sash in place was a transmitter back to her Empire handlers. It was the sort of trick that she expected people like the Empire to play. As though there were some great deception going on all the time; she hardly tried to hide her intentions. For all the many flaws that Pleez could be said to have, she was always quite straightforward in expressing herself. That hadn’t changed even when so much else had. “They will use me to help destroy the Dominion. They might keep using me after, for as long as they think they can rely on me not to turn on them. And when I grow too strong, they will try to kill me. Until then, it serves my purpose. They give me enemies. I destroy them. I become stronger. The price is that sometimes, I have to spend some time protecting weaklings instead of killing them.” A loose shrug of her shoulders; a very boneless gesture given her physiology. “But what is a day? A week? I am eternal.” Those blood red eyes had remained utterly focused on Vayle throughout her explanation. A calm, calculated analysis of how she was using the Empire, and how the Empire was in turn using her. She was not an idiot, despite what her handlers might sometimes think. She knew what she was doing. Somehow, that made it worse. There was also a level of kinship she felt with the creature before her, the more she felt that twisting energy. It was similar to her own. But it was also very different. She couldn’t know it, but where Majin Buu was an intrinsic part of this universe, that power was decidedly from outside it. “What of you?” She asked, a rare inquiry indeed – Pleez couldn’t remember the last time she expressed actual interest in another living being. “You are crying out for consumption. Why have you built this?” And she waved, loosely, to indicate the entire planet on which they stood. (Wordcount: 666 / 1886)

We Come in Peace (Vayle) Posted Oct 31, 2018 2:27:23 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top

Supporter🌟 The Dark Lord Not human, not anymore... Vayle Cameo •	Post by Vayle Cameo on Oct 31, 2018 4:07:11 GMT -5 Vayle's hand lowered from her face with a curious expression, as Pleez explained herself to she who met with her. Vayle's grin was slow, small as Pleez sought to explain herself. on the lack of Choice... Shale had to disagree. As a being forced down a path, yanked from one road to another, one ideal to another, she'd been made keenly aware of her role in it all, and she'd still chosen to defy it, to live, and to decide on her own goals. And, as she'd been forced to confront, forced to arm herself with, She had never been forced to walk that path, despite the roadblocks. she could have simple chosen to stop on the side of the road so many times. No, Vayle had chosen to walk her own path, and then steal the dark reward at the end, not because she had to, but because she wanted to.. Because she'd chosen to continue this way. The recollection served to help her understand just how to answer the majin as her own line of questioning began. "I do cry out for it. this tainted form I've woven cries out for the exact thing that birthed it." Vayle adds with a soft smile. "It is what I desire. But at some point, one must ask themselves if it's what they want." Vayle adds simply. Vayle continued their pace a little more... slowly, from this point. "...Even the smallest mortal has their own desires they fill - obtaining wealth, consuming the weak, eating, sleeping, drinking, procreating. All of them driven by the most basic parts of their mind, following the drives their nature built into them. Their destinies." Vayle added. "Once, I was a mortal. Once also, I was something entirely different. The only thing the two had in common was their drives and desires." Vayle would continue. "And neither of them, despite achieving goal after goal, ever left the feeling of suffering behind. Both were bound to an unhappy nature fueled by unhealthy desire. A sloppy mess of a ridiculous system created eons before the kais of today drew their first miserable breaths." "So as a result, while I may indeed draw some amusement from the idea of becoming the largest goldfish in the water, happily gorging myself until I explode under my own girth... I'm aiming for something higher, now." Vayle added. "A level of consumption that may free me from this cycle of unrequitted desire and suffering. true satisfaction." Vayle's statement was wistful, and a fanciful smile washed across her features, slowly disappearing as the outsider hybrid continued, her eyes growing paler as she spoke. "...And like most meals, this one requires an extensive amount of preparation before it will be ready... Does such an answer satisfy you?" Vayle asked with an amused smirk, inwardly chuckling at her own wordplay. Vayle thought about it for a moment, before continuing. "Though make no mistake. They may not be contained in my flesh..." the Lord of Utumno added, her skin literally wriggling in response to the idea. "but every single being in Utumno, from the smallest child to the planet itself... they have become nothing more than an extension of myself. They move on command as a limb, utterly subservient. Their lives, their deaths, the suffering they feel in between... their very destiny is nothing more than what I decide it to be for them. I am their origination, and I will decide when and where their effort will be spent. I have consumed this planet and it's inhabitants, and I've taken my prey so quickly, so precisely, that they don't even realize they've simply become sustenance for me." Wordcount: 610/2,053 Pepa

We Come in Peace (Vayle) Posted Oct 31, 2018 4:07:11 GMT -5 Edited by Vayle Cameo Oct 31, 2018 4:08:17 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top

Player Character🔹 Character Sheet Character Page Don't forget to like and subscribe! Pepa •	Post by Pepa on Oct 31, 2018 8:26:23 GMT -5 Pleez listened, and as she did, she seemed to return to her more laconic attitude. She took in what Vayle was saying, and it made sense – she might be one of the few people in the galaxy who could understand the woman on her own terms – but it was also disappointing. There were several things there which put paid to the notion that she had found a true kindred spirit. Vayle had been mortal. Pleez was not. Vayle chose her life. Pleez did not. Vayle wasn’t certain that what was forced on her to desire was what she wanted. Pleez was certain that she wanted it, more than anything. The small Majin’s looping gait fell in alongside Vayle, and she let out a deep, heavy sigh. “This… itches.” Her hand swept across to take in the whole world and everything in it. It was funny, in a way. Vayle was a being swept up in the need to consume. Pleez hadn’t eaten a single thing since the revelation of her true nature came upon her. She had no need to do so any longer. She sustained herself through pure magical power. Her connection to the ebb and flow of magic was stronger than it had ever been, and that made such things as the mundane need to consume food entirely irrelevant. She had no doubt she could if she wanted to, but it would just be another aspect of her misery if she did. “Everything. The way people talk. The way they breathe. The suns in the sky. The earth beneath my feet. Animals. Birds. Plants.” As she spoke, Pleez’s voice took on a more animated tone, and the mad power inside her surged wildly in response to her list of, well, perfectly mundane aspects of pretty much every place in the galaxy. “It itches. It shouldn’t be. This. All of it. Creation. It annoys me. Sometimes it hurts me. When people do stupid things. When they grow together. When they help each other. It is like sandpaper across my skin. There’s too much STUFF out there. There’s too much REALITY. And there’s always more, more, more. Everywhere I go.” It felt good to put it into words. She didn’t get the chance often. Vayle and Pleez had clear differences in their relative conditions, but the woman might just be the one other being in the universe who had a chance of understanding what Pleez was saying; how the very condition of existence rankled with her. She didn’t know how to phrase it eloquently; she couldn’t express the full and sum total of her hatred for this plane of existence, but she tried. “So you want to make a meal. That’s great. Good. For. You.” Pleez moved past the woman, then, lest her surging fury latch on to her host; for the moment, she could restrain the ever-present urge to attack and crush and kill and destroy. She wanted to maintain that state of control for as long as she could. “I want to flip the table over, and then burn the house to ashes. That’s what I want.” (Wordcount: 532 / 2418) Vayle Cameo

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Supporter🌟 The Dark Lord Not human, not anymore... Vayle Cameo •	Post by Vayle Cameo on Oct 31, 2018 15:46:24 GMT -5 Vayle sat bakc, feeling the anger, the hatred, the desire emanate from her newfound counterpart. Admittedly, there was part of her that wanted to test that anger and hatred, to fight and rip and tear and crush. that wasn't part of the abomination she'd absorbed - that was just part of her more primal instincts as a mortal. a ravenous impulse that lived through everything that Vayle cameo had put themselves through. a Part she had only now learned to embrace. As Pleez explained herself, Vayle's grin grew all the broader. "Of course you do. It's all wrong, after all." Vayle stopped for a second with a broad chuckle. "You've stated a nearly impossible request, but one that is no less necessary." Vayle continued. "the house was built with rot and mold and creeping insects built into the foundations. Mortality, godhood, demonhood, whatever mistake of fate I've managed to become..." Vayle added with a touch of amusement. "As I said, my being desires consumption... but it's not what I want." Vayle looked to Pleez with a look of sympathy. "Small quirks of interest aside, we want the same thing. We can both feel the same thing, whenever we're forced to interact with creation. We both just want the itching to stop.. And for that to happen, everything else must stop, too. Is that not right?" Vayle stepped closer to Pleez at this point, and her eyes took on a feral appearance. Her own excitement, her own eagerness, threatened to push her over the edge, but even now, she was the master, not a simple slave to her desires. "But this task is difficult. Your predecessor tried - with more strength than either of us - and failed. and he was not the only one. People have tried and failed to put an end to the grand joke that is the crime of existence, and yet - they've never succeeded." Vayle chuckled. "The straightforward approach draws other straightforward beings. and they have managed to stop our ilk without fail before now." Vayle adds. "And the itching won't stop and I won't be allowed to simply leave my task. Existence refuses to let me go." Vayle;s smirk took on a manic grin as she continued, her own excitement putting a manic sound into her voice. "So I need to be smart. I need to consume. I need to gain every possible tool I can. So when I finally put an end to this wretched everything..." Vayle adds, noticing her hand was clutching hard enough on her shoulderpad to bust the steel inward. smashing it into malleable skin. "This Itch will finally cease. Guaranteed." "...Peace of mind." Vayle would finally state. "Something I will only ever obtain by smashing it all. A being, a planet, a solar system... none of it will ever be enough, my immediate desires will never sate me... All of it. I need all of it gone." Vayle takes a deep breath. "And I suspect you won't be truly satisfied until all of it's gone, either." Vayle stood silent for a moment, after stating that. "...And two beings, by this tainted existence's rules, can achieve much more than one." Vayle took a brief moment, inhaling deeply through the hollow openings across her body, as she awaited the Majin's response. For once, for blessed once, she had found a being that she could utterly empathize with in goal. "...Destroy this tormenting reality with me." Vayle would finally state, looking directly into Pleez's eyes as her pupils returned to their normal yellow, the shaking of her body finally ceasing. While no hand was offered, the symbology of Vayle's posture indicated much the same thing. [wordcount: 609/2,662] Pepa

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Player Character🔹 Character Sheet Character Page Don't forget to like and subscribe! Pepa •	Post by Pepa on Oct 31, 2018 18:20:50 GMT -5 ‘Your predecessor tried…’ Everything that Vayle said after that, Pleez heard, but she didn’t take in, not right away. She wasn’t sure how Vayle knew about her predecessor. It had taken Pleez her whole life to find out the truth behind it. But once she had, the truth of it had struck her across time and space; she had heard an echo of fury that had spanned history. For a moment, she was lost in it. Just the memory of it beat at the inside of her skull, and the small creature stumbled. One fist smacked hard into the side of her own head. Her knee gave out, she fell, she hit the wall – brickwork shattered with the impact of the blow, and she reeled from it. The sensation of something breaking under her fist made the echo stronger in her mind. Like called to like. The fire of destruction was stoked brighter in her heart. “Buu. You’re talking about Buu.” The reference had only been oblique, passing; not really core to the matter at hand, but the mere ghost of her legendary ancestor’s name was hard to move past. It swelled inside her mind as though thinking it allowed the reverberations of his rage to once more travel from the time of his existence to the present, through her. No. She had to stop this. She couldn’t let herself be overwhelmed by it. He was gone. Transmuted, reformed, and ultimately irrelevant. But that’s not true. A part of her thought. You are just a part of him that got away. You’re no different to one of these pathetic creatures this monster has dancing for her. You’re an extension of Buu’s will.” “SHUT UP!” Pleez shouted, and her voice projected such tremendous force that it, too, shattered more of the stone that had already been weakened into powder. The yell wasn’t directed at Vayle – but it was hard to be sure what it was directed at, and when Pleez rounded on the woman, it was with a monumental effort of will to control herself. “I’m not Buu! I’m Pleez. Pleez.” As though stating her name twice made it sound more convincing; as though she were trying to convince herself, in fact, as much as the woman she was talking to. What composure she had managed to maintain was rapidly eroding, falling away to reveal the personality beneath; just as erratic and unpredictable as the energy spikes had indicated. “I’ll destroy it all. All of it. Everything. You included! I don’t want help. I can’t trust you! You’ll consume me too. Use me. Make me part of you. No. Pleez isn’t, Pleez can’t –” Both hands came up to the sides of her skull, briefly pressing together, and she blew out hard. When she finished exhaling, she seemed to have calmed herself down, at least a little bit. Her voice was more consistent; the same level, serious tone that she had maintained at the start of the conversation. It was funny how easy it was to slip back into the role, if she could just keep her mind lined up on the present rather than slipping back into the intensity of the past. “I have a good thing going here.” She said, at last. “The Empire asks for little and gives me a lot of freedom. I can grow at my own rate. You can grow at yours. Eventually, we’ll probably clash. I can’t imagine they’ll let you go unchecked forever.” She shrugged, her shoulders falling in that wonderfully boneless motion that Majins favoured. “When it happens? We’ll see.” Five words which could be taken in all sorts of ways. (Wordcount: 630 / 3048 Vayle Cameo )

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Supporter🌟 The Dark Lord Not human, not anymore... Vayle Cameo •	Post by Vayle Cameo on Nov 1, 2018 1:10:29 GMT -5 Vayle watched with amazement as the small, pink woman shattered with only a few words of her own. She hadn't expected to strike the nerve quite so easily, but she wasn't exactly disappointed in what she saw. What was surprising wasn't what was unexpected, but what was nostalgic. A creature helplessly fixated between being her own person, and being overcome by another. Jumping from one extreme to the next. filled with the erratic energy that could only come from a truly conflicted being. Everything from the mood swing, the sudden change in tune, change in tone, the anger... Vayle was looking at herself, not too long ago. When she had walked the realm as a tortured earthling, slowly tormented, slowly, unwillingly consumed by the being that had taken residence in her soul. Fighting a losing battle against the drives she was given to fight. Chains that she could struggle against, but never break. Except, as her current existence indicated, she had broken those chains, and become something greater in the process. The Outsider stared at the Majin with intensity. "You've acknowledged your chains. and yet you still fight them." Vayle adds. "An irrational decision." Vayle added. "But not an incorrect one." She'd continue, turning away. "Come. I believe we've kept the piglet waiting long enough." Vayle would finally add, pointing towards the inner sanctums of Angband. "I'm afraid you'll likely be bored with hours of utterly boring political babble." Vayle would continue, walking at a very deliberate pace. "...Eventually, you'll come to a choice on the road you've chosen to walk. I look forward to seeing what you decide to be." Vayle added with a hint of wistfulness trailing from her words. As she continued walking, with her sickening aura leaking from her acrid body. Walking forward, Vayle is utterly silent a moment, before sighing. "Utumno will be a sanctuary for you, for the moment at least, if you ever require one." Vayle would finally say. "Our goals align... so making sure you continue to accomplish that goal is... useful, to me." Vayle adds with a saddened smile. In truth, it was something that made her rather nostalgic. Whatever this one planned to become, it was going to become something great. At the same time, the idea of losing this one - or having to end it's goals herself, should that conflict occur - she'd hate to see someone so much like herself disappear without accomplishing her goals. All the same, she'd do it without hesitation, if Pleez ever proved to be a problem for her. Not out of disrespect, but she was dedicated to her plan. The kais, the demons, the mortals, the abberations... They would all be swept away without exception, and neither Vayle nor Pleez were above the decree of destruction. The lord of Utumno inwardly grinned to herself. And now? Even if she fell in her ambition, she may have someone else to pick up where she left off - even if she didn't know it yet. wordcount 498/3,160 Pepa

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Player Character🔹 Character Sheet Character Page Don't forget to like and subscribe! Pepa •	Post by Pepa on Nov 1, 2018 3:11:55 GMT -5 Pleez growled low in the back of her throat at the accusation of being irrational, and pink lightning crackled briefly around her fingertips – but she held herself in check. She didn’t want to start trouble here. Vayle was doing her best to help her. The fact that she was doing so was, itself, anathema to the Majin – the very concept of teamwork and trust was like a needle being thrust into her flesh – but she understood the impulse. There was a level of understanding between them, and whilst she had lost her self-control for a moment at the reminder of that ancient source of the Majin race, she didn’t want that slip to define the relationship from here on out. She was faintly surprised to discover that she wanted a relationship at all. Even though it hurt her to acknowledge it, this place and this person could be useful. When, inevitably, the Empire decided to dispose of her, it would be good to have somewhere to fall back to, even if it didn’t seem likely to her that Vayle would be in a position to change her fate by then. She could be wrong. Perhaps together they— Pleez shook her head with a second snort, and fell into step behind the woman as she led the way back towards Bakon and her duties – the price that she paid to gain the safety and security required to grow and prosper in this galaxy. If she was going to have to bow to anyone, at least it was to a group that gave her significant authority and the remit to abuse it so long as she served their interests more than she harmed them. It wasn’t a terrible trade, and the part of her that had been a mercenary understood trade very well. “I’ll do what I want, when I want.” Pleez muttered, responding to the idea of the crossroad she was supposedly heading towards… just, several seconds after the pronouncement had been issued. “As for this stupid meeting? I’ll rest.” And, as it turned out, she meant that very literally. Once the pair had rejoined their comrades, where the Viceroy was deep into conversation with Bakon – who, it seemed, had been empowered to offer some not-insignificant amount of trade goods in return for assurances that Utumno would reject Saiyan refugees in the upcoming war – Pleez resumed her position between the two soldiers who stood to sharp attention. And she closed her eyes. Before more than a few seconds had passed, she was fast asleep – standing upright, but with drool dribbling down her chin and a large snot bubble blowing comically from her nose. Bakon spared her a disapproving look, but even the Ambassador was not foolish enough to wake his bodyguard without it being an actual emergency or time to go. The level of respect she had for the seriousness of her official role was displayed quite clearly in the act, and she’d remain in fitful slumber until their work was done – or until someone actually made a move to violently attack Bakon. But that did not seem likely. (Wordcount: 525 / 3573 Vayle Cameo)

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