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Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2019 22:18:59 GMT -5
The sun shone brightly in the midday sky, blocked occasionally by a fluffy white cloud as they drifted by. Far away from a single care in the world was the Mighty Majin Ala, enjoying her quite life on her new tropical home. It'd been a few weeks since she first arrived on Earth, the planet where she'd been born. Following the younger Majin Khoshai, the elder Majin felt like a stranger on her own own home planet. But she was doing her best to keep a low profile, at least until she felt she belonged. Until then, her days were spent in leisure, doing little that wasn't eating, sleeping, eating, training, eating, meditating, or eating of course. Even now, Ala was enjoying her favorite pastime. The voluptuous Majin woman lay on her back, sitting in one half of her upturned Sealed Ball. Why she kept the thing that had been her prison for years was anyone's guess. The truth was, it was the only thing she had that felt like home. So prison or not, she had brought the two halves of the magic prison with her. Either way, Ala lay on her back with arms folded behind her head, propping her up like a pillow. Her long pink tail was coiled around a bushel of bananas, and a mountain of discard fruits lay at the side of her ball. Taller than she was, coconut husks, banana peels, and mango skins could all be seen in a great heap. She called it breakfast, others would say she's 'dangerously threatening the native plant life of a tropical ecosystem with reckless over-harvesting.' But what did silly scientists know anyways? A girl's gotta eat.  What was most peculiar though, was the Majin woman was casually watching tv as she snacked. Ala had Magically Materialized a television out of a large rock on the beach, and it sat on the far rim of her Sealed Ball half, happily thrumming along. The power cord was plugged direct into one of her feet, not that she minded. Her own strange ki powering the device instead of electricity, and the prongs from its cord painless to her fantastic elastic body. She slipped an entire banana down her throat, barely pausing to chew. Ala was somewhat fascinated by what was playing on her television screen. She'd been previously enthralled by a sappy movie about vampires and werewolves fighting each other and having teenage romance drama, but the signal had been hacked, along with every other station. Instead what broadcast was a very familiar face. Ala swallowed, pointing to the screen with a pink finger and a black pointed nail. "Hey, I know him... That's Sly the Panda!" She announced mostly to herself, remembering her two against one battle with Sly. The raccoon and her buddy Majin Kho had faced off against the Mighty Majin herself, in a heated struggle they arrogantly thought they could win. She'd given them a terrible thrashing, but ultimately run out of ki before being able to decisively claim victory. Ala had simply fallen asleep at the end of their spar, exhausted from fighting at full strength and overtaxing her body. However, even unable to continue fighting back she proved too difficult for her friends to actually injure. So the three had called it a draw. "South Quadrant huh..." She mused to herself, peeling another banana. "Whats a Gete Star... or a Genesis?" The woman asked aloud, giving it two seconds of thought before returning to her tropical snack.
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Post by Jack of Blades on Feb 15, 2019 22:53:48 GMT -5
It had so far been three days since Daoven had landed on Earth.
Having arrived in an incredibly cold area of the planet, the ghostly orange entity made its... what was the proper form of addressing it again? Oh, right, that "pronouns" thing might be important-
Snapping back into focus, Daoven is struck by a kind of "zing", which alerted him to a large... presence? Force of some sort? That emanated from a long distance away from his little cave in the icy mountains. Once he focused on the feeling (again, was that the right way to describe something like what "he" was? Not the time for this, though.), and actually focused his mind enough to feel only that feeling, it was surprising to him that he hadn't noticed it sooner. It was such a strange feeling, as if the force was a shifting mass of pressure. Sometimes heavy, yet sometimes barely felt at all.
It was not as if Daoven hadn't felt other presences. Faintly, he could feel many other forces in large collections in a similar direction to the shifting one. Not quite the same places, but definitely in about the same direction.
Curious, Daoven would lift up into the air before floating off towards the large, shifting signature in his mind. He flies with his tail flowing in a long trail behind him, wings spread as if he were meaning to flap them, yet they simply remain spread.
The air, though initially cold, soon turned warm as the terrain changed below Daoven. From white ice came blue ocean, and from blue ocean he saw intensely overgrown land come into view, interrupted only briefly by rivers and small lakes. Eventually, he found another border of color, this one being more of a slow transition to bleak brown and dusty reds. Great columns of rock stood up as if reaching for Daoven, but he continued his flight as the strange presence continued to cement itself in his mind.
Again, the terrain began to change, though this time abruptly. Suddenly, Daoven saw bright white towers shoot into his vision. Their height far exceeded the rocky monoliths that he had seen before, and he was forced to ascend a small bit to remain a solid distance from the tallest spires. He continued to fly, and though curious as to the meaning of this place, maintained his focus on the shifting feeling of pressure in his mind.
Soon, the oceans started again, though they were pockmarked with little sandy isles. The biggest of the isles seemed to have a large mound of discarded... stuff, and a strange hollow ball. Descending out of the sky, Daoven took a moment to center himself before addressing the figure sitting in the semi-sphere. "Hello?" His voice sounded vaguely crackling, as if fire had made the sound instead.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2019 23:28:30 GMT -5
Majin Ala was far too distracted by the return of her regularly scheduled programming to sense the strange being as it drifted towards her on her island abode. She'd just finished her bushel of bananas, discarding it to the side as she patted her tummy. A full belly, and a flat stomach, there was no better combination. Except maybe a really full belly, and living with the consequences of your gluttony. She let out a content sigh, ready to drift away into a lazy nap under the warm summer sun as her movie ran its credit sequence. The stranger's words startled the mighty Majin, who was taken completely by surprise at the intruder. "EEEPP!" Ala cried out, hair and tail sticking up on end as she spasmed in surprise. Her television came unplugged from her foot, falling off the lip of her bowl and shattering the screen as it hit the hard ground below. "Aww... now I have to fix that..." Majin Ala said as she heard the tell tale crack of glass and hiss of broken electric circuitry. Her attention turned back to the source of the noise that had startled her. Ala slowly rose to a standing position within her bowl, resting her arms and bust on the edge while she looked questioningly at the strange creature before her. "Hi." She responded back confidently, her voice light and cheery and her breath smelling like a fruit basket. Ala studied the strange floating creature before her more keenly, black eyes looking over it thoroughly as she sensed its power level. "You're weak." She said bluntly, pointing out the obvious. In truth this thing was a heck of a lot stronger than the average Earthling was. Though Ala was referencing him in relation to her own titanic might, which was a poor benchmark. As she spoke, Majin Ala's long tail curled into the shape of a question mark, a subconscious sign of her vexation and curiosity at the stranger. Ala raised a slender hand to her dainty chin, rubbing it questioningly as she mused to herself. "What are you anyways? A bird?" She asked, again, as blunt as her hair was white. The stranger had wings after all, but he didn't exactly use them to fly. Ala could tell he was just hovering in the air with his ki. Which, speaking of, he had quite a bit of for something his size. Too much, almost. "Or a ghost?" She added questioningly, raising an eyebrow at the strange orange invader of her abode. Majin Ala was far more clever than her somewhat ditsy nature implied. She could tell now this being was born of magic, as she was. But, it was not Majin, its ki was all wrong. Totally unlike hers. But in her long life she'd never sensed anything quite like it either. She had to know, curiosity demanded it.
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Post by Jack of Blades on Feb 16, 2019 0:03:46 GMT -5
Daoven flinched at the startled yelp. Did he say something wrong? His mind raced for a few moments, then snapped back into focus as the pink... that's a she, right? What was the formal thing for she again? Mister, right? That sounds right. "Apologies for disturd... disturbing you, mister." Thankfully, the "mister" seemed rather casual about the encounter, even after being startled. Whew.
Once she reciprocated the greeting, Daoven would begin to think of some sort of... retort? No, response was the right term. At least, he was going to until she spoke again, confidently and rather bluntly stating his general lack of strength. It was at this point that Daoven felt a pang of... something. It felt similar to pain, yet not physical. It resided, for the briefest moment, in his torso, then vanishes.
The next words out of the mister's mouth were just as confusing, though more directly so. Daoven would look down at himself, and for the first time notice the hilt of some sort of utensil sticking out of his chest. It caused no pain, nor feeling to indicate its presence. It was as if it was a part of Daoven, yet when he grasped the hilt he did not have the double sensation of touch. It was warm, and scarcely adorned.
Snapping back to the conversation with the second guess at what he might be, Daoven shakes his head. "I'm terribly apologizing, however I don't know what I am." His voice smolders a little, crackling and popping as it rolls out of his mouth. "What are you, Mister? You give pressure, like wind."
It was at this moment that Daoven noticed a faint warmth coming from his chest. It seemed to be emanating from the point the hilt was sticking out of him. The heat would grow bit by bit, which to Ala might seem like Daoven's ki is condensing. The orange entity begins to shift uncomfortably in midair, his tail swishing about in the sand. "Apologies, names are needed. My name is Daoven. What is yours?" The heat seems to simmer as he speaks, ceasing its rise in density. The hilt in his chest slightly changes shade to a darker orange, but is otherwise just there...
Though, should Ala look behind Daoven, or catch him at a side angle, he appears to have a blade jutting out his back.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2019 2:13:46 GMT -5
Ala listened eagerly for the strange ghost bird's reply, giving him puppy dog eyes as she awaited his response. When it came though, the Majin's brow furrowed first in confusion, then in irritation. "What!? Mister? Mister!" The Majin woman shouted in confused anger, pink aura flaring around her with enough force to send trees rippling like they were struck by tropical winds. "You think I'm a boy!?" Ala added, saying it like it was the harshest insult she'd ever received. Majin Ala raised a hand, summoning a small orb of crimson energy. It crackled with pink energy as she narrowed her gaze. "I should kill you, or eat you. Or both!" She said simply, her words curt and harsh like this was merely fact. She contemplated it heavily, tail swishing behind her in obvious agitation. Fortunately, Ala settled down when the stranger stammered out an apology. She leaned in close, eyes only inches from his face as she met his orange gaze. Majins were particularly good at sensing the emotions of others, better at absorbing them. It was the evil of humanity that had made Majin Buu evil originally after all. Ala snorted two jets of steam from her nostrils, literally simmering down when she finished sensing the strange being. It was being earnest with her in its apology, even if it stammered out its words. "Apology accepted." She replied spitefully, ignoring the fact the stranger was apologizing about himself, not his words. Ala heard what she wanted, and she lazily flicked her ki ball into the distant ocean. It exploded into a huge plume of water that rose hundreds of feet into the sky. "How can you not know what you are?" Ala asked irritably, for once annoyed by a being even more ignorant than herself. "Me? I'm Ala. The Mighty Majin Ala." The voluptuous pink woman placed her now free hand over her expansive chest as she proudly introduced herself. "Ala is the strongest Majin there is. Well... except dad. But he's sleeping...and I can't find him..." In truth she missed Majin Buu horribly, and yearned to find wherever he slumbered. She had not seen her progenitor in over five centuries, and silently longed for his company. Even if he wasn't very smart, and didn't have much to say, and would probably just want to fight and play. At least she'd be with family again. Ala shook her head, clearing her thoughts before blowing the strands of hair out of her face with a huff. "Pressure?" She said softly, thinking on what the stranger meant. "Like the wind?... Ooohhhh! You mean my aura! Yes. My aura is very, very strong." Now the woman was fired up, and Ala leapt up from her Sealed Ball half. She landed with a crash, ground buckling under her feet. She twisted her back and swung her arms, doing aerobic stretches for a minute as she smiled brightly. " Super strong, stronger than Super Saiyans. Stronger than Kabochans, stronger than Frost Demons." Ala's voice suddenly took on a much more malevolent tone, "Stronger than Kais." This came from retained memories from Majin Buu. Faint and fleeting, Majin Ala could sense the fact her progenitor had killed and absorbed even the Supreme Kais of the universe in his rampage. And that meant she could too. "I used to blow up planets." Ala admitted bluntly, pointing her hand at the ground and summoning a large sphere of ki in her outstretched hand. "It's easy. Just need enough energy... then... boom." She mimed the explosion with her free hand, before withdrawing her energy blast. It was only big enough to level this island chain anyways. She wasn't at full strength currently at any matter. "One time..." The Majin said as she inspected her ebony fingernails in idle leisure. "I blew up an important one. Ate everyone on it, then blew up their stupid planet. They made me mad, they had to die. Tasty too..." She chuckled to herself, as if the genocide of a species was an idle joke. "But... then he came to talk to me." Ala remembered the purple skinned god well. "Supreme Kai... Blegh, Said I wasn't supposed to blow up planets anymore. Said we already had a God for that. Its stupid. I can blow up planets too. I could do that job." Ala was... pouting? About not being the God of Destruction? She kicked at the broken television, sending it flying outwards like a meteor of shattered plastic and circuits. It skipped across the ocean like a stone on a lake. "I don't know why I listened to him. Cause Buu said 'gods are friends'. Stupid gods..."Ala turned back to face her companion again, earth shattering beneath every step of her feet. "Daoven." She repeated the stranger's name, as if getting a taste for it. "Too long. Maybe. I might call you Dao, might not..." Majin Ala was very peculiar with names, and disliked long ones. Buu had a short name, and she had been given a short one. She thought lengthy names were dumb, and once a nickname stuck she never let it go. Daoven's name was right on her cut off, two syllables. She was momentarily conflicted, and her solution was simply to ignore it for now. It was at this point Ala finally sensed it. Something was off with Dao, something she couldn't place. His ki shifted around, and not like hers did. Her chaotic energy was perfectly predictable in its unpredictability, at least to another Majin at least. But this, Dao, his ki was just weird. It condensed and shifted at set points in time. And he wasn't even fighting. And to Ala that was just strange. Ala walked around him, studying him carefully as she inspected his form. "What's this?" She said, pointing to the blade in his chest. "Does it... hurt?" Ala asked, her tail moving as she planned to grab the blade by the hilt and yank it out forcibly. She relented, pink skin hovering inches from amber glow. Ala forgot others didn't heal as quickly as she did. "Is it... bad? It keeps changing color. I wanna rip it out, its bugging me. Like it doesn't belong." The Majin admittedly bluntly, turning to face her strange floaty friend once more.
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Post by Jack of Blades on Feb 16, 2019 11:22:40 GMT -5
Daoven simply tilted his head at the mention of the names. It became apparent fairly quickly that he legitimately had no idea what those names correlated to, because he simply straightened and folded his wings in. His tail continued to swish about semi-erratically, though his thoughts shifted for a moment. Was it Mister or Miss? Oh, right, Miss for the shes! That explains the reaction there.
The mentioning of blowing up planets didn't particularly bother Daoven either, though he did get the distinct feeling that he shouldn't really do that himself. His main focus locked onto her mentioning of her aura for the time being. "Are you magic?" He seems vaguely interested in the question, shaded eyes staring directly at Majin Ala's face.
Upon the mentioning of the hilt protruding from his chest, Daoven quickly grew a bit defensive. "It's not painful. It's almost like... my sibling?" He would grasp the hilt, his ki condensing further at a rapid pace. Without so much as a single thought that this might be a tad painful, Daoven cleanly removed the entirety of the shortsword from its previous resting place in his torso.
As soon as it was freed, it began to dimly glow crimson from hilt to the tip of the blade. The contrast was visible between the hand on the hilt and the blade itself. Daoven would give it a couple of swings, making sure not to hit Miss Ala while he got used to holding it. It seemed perfectly balanced for Daoven, as if it had been made with him in mind. "It's so light. They haven't had the chance to stretch at all, mostly because... well, no room to."
The sword would hum a small bit in a harmonious tone, as if in agreement. Daoven would then look back to Miss Ala, expression having not changed much since they first arrived. "His name is Strider." The sword would hum a couple more times in response. "Oh, right. Miss Ala, can you tell me how magic can be used? Strider is always very curious about things he can't do." He absentmindedly brandishes Strider, cleaving the air as he does so.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2019 13:52:38 GMT -5
Majin Ala nodded eagerly in response. "Yes!" She said proudly, thrusting out her chest and placing her hands on her wide hips. "Ala is a Majin, all Majins are magic. We're... umm... We're just Majins I guess. But we know magic, we're made of magic, and we fight with magic too!" As Ala spoke, pink lightning crackled around her aura. She made no effort to suppress her power, ever, and simply ignored the fact her overwhelming power level might physically harm weaker beings. Her chaotic energy simply did what it also did, shift unpredictably with unfathomable might. Her explanation however, was quite lacking. She didn't exactly know what a Majin was, only that she was a Majin. And she only knew this because Buu had called her a Majin, and it was in her full name. Also the symbol she wore on her golden belt, the Majin Demon Mark, was an M shape. Naturally, that too stood for Majin. But anything more elaborate an explanation than what she offered required more scholarly sources, or deities themselves to better explain. "Watch." Ala said, turning away from her new friend Dao. She opened her hands wide, pink ki glowing at her palms. There was a flash of pink energy, and suddenly a statue was poofed into existence. It looked just like Majin Ala, created out of pink marble in perfect likeness. She grinned, admiring her handiwork before immediately ignoring it. She turned back to her strange friend with a childish smile on her fair face. "See? Magic. And that was easy. I can do much, much better magic. Buuutttt... that takes work, so I'm not gonna. Not right now anyways." She left it at that, long winded explanations were simply not a Majin's style. The fact Ala spoke as much and as clearly as she did was a credit to both her unfathomable power and the myriad of powerful beings she'd absorbed over her life. Their combined memories, emotions, and knowledge all pooled together into one curvaceous creature. Ala did giggle at the fact she was demonstrating magic for a sword. She found it silly that Dao's sibling was a sword. "You have weird siblings." She added bluntly, arcing her back as she gave a great stretch. "But at least your sword brother likes magic!" She did admit with another airy giggle. "Well... actually... watch this." Ala concentrated intensely, a large blob of pink... Majin material sliding off her backside. It hit the ground and began to swell and expand until it formed a duplicate of the Majin woman. Forming hair and jewelry and clothing from its rubbery substance. The second Ala smiled, giggled, and then hugged the original. The two then turned to address Dao and Strider. "Dao, Strider, This is Majin Ka." Ala announced proudly, hugging her Majin Fission clone tightly in an almost lewd display. The two pulled apart, and Ka gave a short curtsy. "Majin Ka is Majin Ala, but Majin Ala is not Majin Ka." The clone explained, it even spoke identical to the original. Ala nodded along in agreement. "Yup yup. Ala and Ka, one mind, two bodies. Can make more Ka's too... but it takes a lot of ki." The two giggled again, and held each other's hands. They then pulled back together at the seam, fusing back into the original Majin Ala as easily as they had split. "All Majins can do that, but Ala is the best at it. Well... almost the best. Buu is still better." The woman's long serpentine tail flicked eagerly through the air as she awaited her friend's response to her performance.
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Post by Jack of Blades on Feb 16, 2019 14:25:32 GMT -5
Daoven watched the display of magic with distinct interest. He had felt some sort of... tug within himself, like a knot loosening within him. The ki that had condensed in his torso began to leak outwards from the point Strider had been drawn from. Strider gave a soft hum for a few moments, which seemed to prompt Daoven to nod a little.
Focusing back on Miss Ala, Daoven took a moment to glance over the statue. It was a perfect replica, not a single piece out of place. "That's amazing. I wonder if I could..." He would reach out towards the statue hesitantly, stop, then retract his hand as Miss Ala would perform another... was it a technique? More than likely, but Daoven wasn't entirely certain.
As a blob of Miss Ala would slide off and shape itself into an effective clone of herself, Daoven felt Strider hum in amazement... or was it anticipation? Daoven would wave to the new Majin Ka, then simply watch in amazement as they merged back into a singular body.
Another tug was felt within Daoven at that point. His tail swished about as if agitated, stiffened for a moment, then relaxed as the leaking ki flowed into it. At this point, Daoven was heavily focused on the statue with his gaze while this occurred. He could feel that condensed ki from earlier leaking out across his body, and he knew that some of it was shifting from ki to... something else. This other energy felt... chaotic. Not harmfully so, just unformed and shapeless.
It was at this point that Daoven realized what it might be. Moving his tail to point the end towards the ground, he would discharge the energy with a goal in mind for what it would do. In a poof of smoke, and a teensy bit of orange light, a small green cube with the words "Perfectly Generic Object" etched into each side would appear.
"Is that how it's typically done?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2019 22:56:06 GMT -5
Ala looked back at her new friend, he was a weird one. And this was coming from her, the daughter of Majin Buu himself. The Majin could sense the strange energy as it pulsed and thrummed within his blade. His sword was his sibling, how curious? It continued to vex the Majin, and Ala gave the angelic spirit a quizzical look for it. "If you could what?" She asked questioningly, still wondering how it didn't hurt when the sword was jabbed through his chest. From her understanding, swords hurt. Though very little hurt the Majin, not for long anyways. Her magical body simply healed far too quickly to truly feel the damage. The Majin watched in quiet amazement at the display that unfolded before her. She could clearly sense the flow of energy across Dao's body, from every point it dripped like water towards his tell. Then in a small but magical burst, there it was. "You made a little thing!" Ala decried, clapping her hands excitedly and slamming her tail against the ground. Naturally, the earth splintered under the force of the impact, but she was just so darned enthusiastic for her new play mate. The Majin woman extended out her tail, it stretched the distance to the strange little cube and scooped it up, lifting it to her face so that she could more thoroughly inspect it. "Huh." She said simply, reading the wording on the sides of the little green box. "Perfectly... generic... object. Well, that's silly." With that the Majin crushed the cube in her hand, fingers clenching as bright pink light escaped from between them. When she finished, Majin Ala opened her hand and smiled with eager glee. The little cube was green no longer. Now it was pink, vibrantly so. She tossed it back to her friend for him to catch. "There, I made it better." She said contently, crossing her legs and falling to the ground to sit. Ala did so with a heavy crash, the ground buckling like a crater beneath her though she simply paid it no mind. "Yup, that was magic." She stated simply, beaming with pride for her weird orange friend. "I don't know how it's 'typically' done." The pink beauty stated matter of factly, making air quotes with her fingers at the word. "Magic is magic, it comes from within. I just... concentrate on what I want, and then do I do it. It takes a lot of practice. Except some things, some stuff I just do. Like when I get hurt, my body just kinda... fixes itself." Ala waved a hand dismissively. "Its hard to explain, but you just gotta practice it a lot. Oh, and always try new things. Magic can do almost anything, almost..."
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Post by Jack of Blades on Feb 18, 2019 17:37:23 GMT -5
It was at this point that Daoven would notice the damage that Miss Ala was causing just be moving about on the poor island. It wasn't particularly astonishing; indeed, her power was likely leagues beyond his own in the first place. However, something within Daoven told him that he should strive to achieve power of that level, then go even further beyond that. It wasn't impossible, seeing as Miss Ala has managed to do it.
Strider would hum quietly, snapping Daoven's attention back into focus. The orange entity would watch Miss Ala pick up, inspect, then crush the object he had made. It made him flinch visibly, which in turn made the now pink version of the cube to go bouncing off of his head at high speeds. Of course, it didn't cause any severe damage, but it still hurt like hell for a few moments. "Owowowow..." He rubbed his head for a moment, Strider humming for a while before he recovered.
Once he did settle down, though, Daoven listened to Miss Ala's little explanation of Magic. It seemed that there was no set pattern to how magic worked... it made sense, ironically. The way the energy felt, it was pretty much impossible for it to be used the same way by everyone. "I see... Alright. I hope that I can one day be able to... confront with you?" He seemed to have the idea down, but not the words. It was frustrating for him, as he felt he could've done better if he had more time...
But who needs time, right?
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2019 8:07:05 GMT -5
Ala furrowed her brow, letting out an exasperated sigh. "You were supposed to catch that silly." She couldn't help but giggle slightly at the poor... thing's misfortune. It was just too funny to watch unfold. She listened to his rebuttal, nodding in along silently as Dao spoke. When he finished Majin Ala just shook her head from side to side and crossed her arms. "Nope, nope. You don't see. You feel. I said magic comes from within. I meant it. You can see ki, ki is energy, ki is power. You can't see magic, not initially. You see what it does, but you don't really see it itself. Not until you're really good at it anyways. Then you see lots of stuff. Stuff you never could before, like the future." She left it cryptic as to whether or not she truly possessed that particular gift. The truth was yes, Majin Ala had a keen ability for Divination. However, what she didn't bother to tell her friend is it was actually a psychic ability, not a magical one. Leaving it unexplained let him draw his own conclusions. The Majin woman looked over the strange orange friend she'd made, one hand rubbing her chin while the other was resting on a prominent hip. "Hmm..." She said simply, sensing his power level in relation to her own. "Ooph. Well Dao, if you really wanted to fight me. You'd need training. A lot of training. Years, decades, maybe centuries. Hmm, do you live that long? I still dunno what you even are?" The Majin briefly flared her power level to phenomenal heights, enough to send hurricane force winds erupting out whipping the trees of the island and kicking up roaring waves across the sea. A second later she stopped, her power flaring down to its usual, muted level. "You think I'm strong now? I'm holding a lot back, a looooootttt back. You have a lot of catching up to do if you wanna fight me for real."
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Post by Jack of Blades on Feb 20, 2019 23:29:16 GMT -5
The hurricane-force winds emanating from Miss Ala caught Daoven off-guard by just a smidgen. He flew back a bit from the sheer force of it, although he managed to stop himself after a few moments of tumbling. Once the winds stop, and the overwhelming, shifting pressure lifted, he floated back down to the island. "I see. I suppose I have my work set out for me... however, that does not mean it cannot be done. I imagine that, with lots of work and dedication, me and Strider would be able to take you on on at least semi-equal footing. Though it obviously won't be any time soon, and hopefully it won't be necessary to fight you sooner than that...."
He quickly trailed off into his thoughts again, quickly finding himself thinking about his course of action after this so-far influential encounter. Miss Ala was a rather strange role model for one to latch onto, but seeing as Daoven hadn't met anyone even remotely as interested in him as she had been so far....
He soon found himself staring directly at Miss Ala, for what might've seemed like a few minutes. "Ah, anyways. Perhaps I might be of interest to you as a partner for... was it a battle that was the friendly sort of combative stuff? Or was it more like a spear?" He dived back into his thoughts again, and attempted to sort that all out right then and there.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2019 17:02:12 GMT -5
Majin Ala clapped her hands and smiled. "Yes, that's the spirit Dao! Always getting strong. It's the best. I love being stronger than before. When I was born I was a lot like you. Well, not like you, I was pink not orange. And I had legs, and no tail yet. I like my tail. Anyways." Ala was rambling, her mouth moving much faster than her mind. That meant she was in a very good mood. "But I trained a lot, every day. Getting stronger and stronger. I battled, I sparred, I fought and killed and ate. I got strong enough I could absorb other strong fighters, and take their strengths for my own." Ala grinned, her tail slinking around for her to gently caress with one hand as her other ran through her mane of hair. "I absorbed many powerful warriors. Kings, Queens, mercenaries, soldiers, pirates, heroes, wizards, anyone I could eat really." The strange Majin beauty ran her hands over her prominent hourglass figure, openly flaunting her womanly curves. "Each makes me stronger. I learn their secrets, I steal their techniques, I gain their power level. It's the best thing about being a Majin. Better than magic even."Ala giggled at Dao's suggestion, but nodded along in agreement. "No silly, battles are... well battles are important fights. Will lots of killing and eating, and going all out. I love battle, especially winning." She clenched her fists, briefly fueled by the prospect of boundless violence and world shattering destruction. Pink lightning crackled at her eyes, though she blink rapidly, shaking her head and suppressing those more impulsive urges. "Sparring is the word you want. Sparring is fighting for fun, or practice. It's training. Just so you know." Ala stepped forwards, wrapping her hand around Strider's blade. It felt warm to the touch, Dao and his sword brother were so strange. Her curiosity compelled Ala to learn more. "Do you want to spar with me Dao? I could show you the ropes. But you wouldn't be fighting me. Well, not Me, Me. You'd be fighting Majin Zam, which is a smaller weaker me. Understand?" Majin Fission was a tricky and confusing subject, one of many which Ala had great difficulty properly expressing her thoughts on eloquently.
Word Count: 387 | Total Word Count: 3,958 | Jack of Blades |
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