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Post by Lord Zasham on Jul 13, 2013 19:34:01 GMT -5
”Then I guess it is a good thing I don’t have much on me. I just hope some one here hasn’t taken Silitha. I don’t want to cause attention to myself, but it will happen if she has been taken. I just want you to know that if you help me there is a slight possibility we could get in trouble.”
The attractive woman with the flowing dress stood up as she finished speaking, locking eyes with the somewhat sheepish Willie Watson. He was but eighteen and had not been afforded the life of an average human his age. There was little time to speak with women with working as much as he did. It left him a bit awkward around the opposite gender, but as she looked finally looked away he felt a breath let loose that he had not realized he was holding.
“Kidnapping is relatively common among the Collective, when there is money to make from it. As long as there is nothing to gain from taking her, I wouldn’t worry about whether she was taken. Not to sound brash or bold, Miss Azazel, but every day I wake on Omega is one filled with troubles, I am sure one more couldn’t hurt.”
He said with what he hoped was an assuring smile. It was true however, as malcontents and deviants haunted every doorstep and alleyway. Not to mention his life as a Deliverer as there was always someone looking to separate him from his parcel. Utilizing his peripherals, the assumed human followed the woman’s gaze, finding a strange blue creature at the end.
”If you still wish to help me we can leave whenever you like. I don’t know if you are interested in watching the fights. There is something that I have to take care of before I leave the arena and begin looking again.”
This brought his eyes back to the match, which he had been watching sparingly, being reasonably distracted by the beautiful grief stricken lady before him. The two fighters were well trained to the point of intimidation. Watching them was only proving to psyche out the fledgling martial artist. Turning back to her he let out an awkward laugh.
“No, I think if I get any more of a look at my opponents, I may not be here when they finally call my name. Lead on and I will help you the best I can. I doubt you will find a friendlier resident on these rocks, or another friendly one at all for that matter. May I add, without seeming too forward, that Azazel is a lovely name?”
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Post by Azazel Moloch on Jul 14, 2013 23:17:55 GMT -5
“Kidnapping is relatively common among the Collective, when there is money to make from it. As long as there is nothing to gain from taking her, I wouldn’t worry about whether she was taken. Not to sound brash or bold, Miss Azazel, but every day I wake on Omega is one filled with troubles, I am sure one more couldn’t hurt.”
Azazel became worried when William mentioned that Kidnapping was a common thing on Omega. All sorts of images began to run through her mind, images of Silitha being beaten, tortured or worse. Quickly thinking of something else before the images made her go insane she looked back at William, the human male offering his assistance in tracking her down.
“No, I think if I get any more of a look at my opponents, I may not be here when they finally call my name. Lead on and I will help you the best I can. I doubt you will find a friendlier resident on these rocks, or another friendly one at all for that matter. May I add, without seeming too forward, that Azazel is a lovely name?”
”One more couldn’t hurt! This is my sister we are talking about! How can you stand there and tell me that it isn’t something I should worry about and since it is a common thing here that it is alright! We have just recently become acquainted William, I suggest you change your tone about serious matters. You said you were here to help your mother, well what if someone took her away from you! I BET THEN YOU WOULDN’T THINK THAT ONE MORE KIDNAPPING COULDN’T HURT!”
Azazel screamed, looking around people began to stare, but Azazel paid them no mind. She had made her point, this wasn’t just some random friend that she was looking for. This was a family member, her only Sister, the only person alive that can truly offer her help. She has gotten help from Banduk and the Elder Pitka, but still she is no closer to finding Silitha than she was when she awoke on Namek. Trying very hard to fight back the tear that had begun to well up in the corner of her left eye.
She walked past William hoping to see the blue creature standing where he was, but he wasn’t there. Looking into the arena she could see the two Hattori siblings had been doing a number on each other. She had missed the majority of the fight, but it looked like the Male fighter had gotten the upper hand. She still cared little for the fight, it did not interest her in the least. Taking a few deep breaths the raven haired beauty turned back to face William.
”William sorry I snapped, I know you have lived here for quite some time and kidnappings may be the usual to you. But not to me and not to my Silitha, I just want her back, the stress of not finding her is starting to get to me. I don’t know how much more of this I can take.”
Azazel ran toward William wrapping her arms around him, hugging him. Something that Azazel has never done before, at least not that she can remember. Not knowing how William would react or not even caring to look Azazel shut her eyes, hoping that this was all just a dream and she would wake up. She knew better than that, she knew once she opened her eyes she would still be on Omega, Silitha would still be lost, and William would still be standing right in front of her.
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Post by Jaxine Caulie on Jul 15, 2013 16:02:22 GMT -5
The battle in front of them ended. Akassa lay defeated at the feet of her brother, Ninjin. A feeling overcame Zeke that he hadn't felt in a while... anger. Total and complete anger. The way he spoke to her... the way he fought dirty... he was a selfish, honorless, arrogant fool who needed to feel what it was like to be below another.
"NINJIN HATTORI!" the announcer yelled.
Zeke gritted his teeth and spun around, his coat making an aggressive flap sound as he walked away from the youngest Hattori without another word. Any questions he may ask would be ignored, just like Kazu was when he went over to ask what was up. He brushed past him and headed on his way. Below another. Zeke imagined Ninjin at his own feet, broken to the point where he could no longer move. Not dead, no. He will live with it.
Zeke, he would train. And hard. Then, he was going to crush every bone in the mans body.
[[Exit, PL Please]]
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Post by April foolsS.O.U.L is not back on Jul 15, 2013 19:11:17 GMT -5
Soul continued to watch the two combatants in the ring battle; he was getting a first hands look at how battles played out and went. For the most part, the two fighters seemed even and it was only when one of them several devastating blows that proceeded to knock the female warrior out, only to see her get up. After receiving another mighty blow, the female fighter finally stayed down. Just like that the fight was over as a medical team rushed into the ring. Soul watched as the male soldier screamed out in victory. Soul looked down at his feet as his thoughts processed. So…this is fighting... it seems so…heinous. Is that what my creator wanted from me? Was I built…to destroy? If that is so...why do I feel so….different. Something finally seemed to break soul from his thoughts.
“William sorry I snapped, I know you have lived here for quite some time and kidnappings may be the usual to you. But not to me and not to my Silitha, I just want her back; the stress of not finding her is starting to get to me. I don’t know how much more of this I can take.”
Soul looked up to see a woman hug a man, his processing unit quickly searched for the term kidnapping. But it wasn’t this that caught the robot’s attention; it was the words that the woman had said after that. ‘I just want her back….stress of not finding her is starting to get to me…I don’t know how much more of this I can take.’ Soul’s P.U. again looked up another word, this time it was stress. Stress led him to the topic of emotions and emotions lead to Soul cross-referencing every emotion that the humans experienced. This process took a good 30 seconds to complete. Human emotions are quite…complicated…Yet somehow I can feel these emotions as well…why didn’t I understand them before…Why am I still having trouble with them now?
Soul stood up and approached the two hugging humans and spoke in a curious yet helpful tone “Excuse me but…” Soul looked to the side as he tried to gather what he was going to truly ask, he still had not got use to conversing with others completely. He wanted to make sure every word was perfect. “I overheard that someone has been...kidnapped? I want to…I want to help. I think my creator would have wanted that…” Soul felt...different…it was as if this right here…wanting to help others was his true function. It felt more…right than him fighting. Soul just… hoped that the human looking sentients agreed to let him help. As of right now, he didn’t want to fight let alone watch it.
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Post by Leke Hattori on Jul 15, 2013 22:39:16 GMT -5
Leke could only watch in awe as his sister finally succumbed to her wounds. The announcer roared over the crowd that Ninjin had won. He slumped back in his seat. Wow. The fight was so brutal, it sent a chill down his spine. His siblings were truly monsters. If it came down to it, would he have the will to fight practically to the death as Akassa and Ninjin had just done? He honestly couldn't answer that question. He had never been pushed that far - unconsciousness, yes, but near death... No.
Leke turned to see Zeke walking away, his mysterious power elevating. He was angry about something. At Akassa's loss? It wasn't the youngest prince's business, but why was he so angry? Still, Leke thought it best for him to go as well. Now that the preliminaries were over, he had one more day until the next round of fights, where he would face off against somebody else. He had to get some last minute training in before then; after seeing his brother and sister, of course.
[Exit, Zeni please]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2013 23:43:06 GMT -5
“Stay here Truffle, I need to go teach that mutt a lesson alone.”
Truffle was nervous. He had seen the princes excitement when he heard the two names announced. Why was the prince so eager to hurt his sister. And then to suddenly call her a mutt….Truffle had very mixed feelings about it. He had always known Ninjin didn’t feel like Akassa was truly part of the family, indeed he even felt that Truffle was more part of the family than she. This had always made Truffle feel a little bit of shame and had caused Akassa to view him in an unfavorable light. But to have these two fight against each other in the very beginning of the tournament? Prometheus Zex must have known about the familial relations, to get a great match out in the very beginning.
Truffle had trudged up the steps to the observing box by himself, waiting for it all to begin.
He was surprised at the cheering that was already happening. A plethora of Saiyans must have flown in from their home planet on the moon to come and cheer for the royal family. He wasn’t surprised at the massive ovation that Ninjin was receiving, but was incredibly surprised at the cheers that Akassa received. She wasn’t liked much on the planet, Truffle had heard, so for her to get this raucous cheer meant one of two things. First, they must have changed their minds about her and wanted to see a good fight, or maybe they just didn’t like Ninjin very much, and wanted to see her kick his butt. It had to be one of the two.
Truffle wanted to see Ninjin win the fight, but at the same time he felt a pull for rooting for Akassa. She was fighting for something so simple that it almost brought tears to Truffle’s eyes. If she won this tournament her father might, might let her wear the family colors. Truffle pitied her for this. She was a part of their family and they wouldn’t even let her wear their colors. Truffle was even allowed to wear the colors, but only because his transformation wouldn’t allow anything else.
Truffle watched as the two walked up the arena steps and stood across from each other, the cheers still not subsiding. Truffle hadn’t made a single noise, instead focusing intently on the two, watching for who was going to make the first move.
”It’s a shame you will have to watch the rest of the tournament from the sidelines, but don’t worry Father will need company when he arrives.”
The comment made Truffle take a step back. He wasn’t expecting that, and he could tell that Ninjin, even though he didn’t look it at all was struck by the comment. It was brash, it was bold and it was said to shake Ninjin. The smirk returned as quickly as it had left however, and Truffle was sure as shit that Ninjin would say something equally as hurtful to Akassa, probably a biting comment about how she wasn’t a full blood-royal. Truffle cringed and waited for it.
“Clever Dear Sister, but you’ll be the one keeping mother and father company, and they’ll probably hack that monstrosity you call a haircut off right then and there.”
Truffle sighed and relaxed. He should have known that Ninjin wouldn’t attack her spirit like that in the beginning, choosing to make a comment about her appearance instead, shake her in that respect, so that she still had her full focus when the battle began. This would not just be a battle of fists, but a battle of right vs. wrong. Truffle still couldn’t entirely tell which side he was rooting for. Of course he wanted Ninjin to win, but he wanted Akassa to get the freedom and rights that she deserved. How could one thing occur without the other not? He didn’t know, but this fight would answer the question.
Ninjin rushed forward, intending to land a series of blows on his sister, and she met him in the center of the ring with equal ferocity. The match was starting like two cats fighting over a piece of fish, or in this case, respect from their father. Whoever lost first would lose his respect, but everyone in the arena, including Truffle knew that the Saiyan King would choose Ninjin to win ten times out of ten against Akassa.
These two had been fighting since they were young, and seemed to know each other so well that almost every blow was deflected between them. Akassa would throw a punch that Ninjin would deflect, then attempt a kick with was met by Akassa with a kick of her own to block. It seemed that neither could land a blow.
Suddenly Akassa kicked Ninjin in the chin, and Truffle stifled a growl. People in the audience turned and looked at the large blue monster, several moving many chairs away, so that the Hoyo was given a wide birth in all directions. He hadn’t expected to feel this emotionally connected to the match, but how could he not be? This was his family, and this wasn’t just a simple fight. Every issue that the two had had over the many years together was coming to a head, and this was just the tip of the iceberg.
Ninjin had then grabbed Akassa’s leg, but was suddenly thrown, landing on the ground in a submissive pose. Truffle knew that this would piss him off, being in such a state in front of his sister. He would feel momentarily week, and Truffle knew that the worst thing in the world that Ninjin could feel right now was week. He would get angry and perhaps lose his temper, opening himself up to be defeated by her.
Ninjin had almost flown out of the ring, inciting a gasp from the audience. He could lose that way! If the opponent was thrown from the ring, he would lose. Ninjin couldn’t possibly lose that way; it would be even more humiliating than losing to his sister, losing in a way such as that. Akassa then fired many different ki blasts, raining them down around Ninjin. Truffle was worried now. His prince wasn’t looking so well, and Truffle was beginning to doubt that Ninjin would win the fight. Of course he told himself he was rooting for his prince, but he still felt that tiny bit of doubt. Was Ninjin fighting for the wrong reasons?
Ninjin rushed forward so fast, that to the untrained eye or to someone who hadn’t lived with him for all his life, they wouldn’t have even been able to tell that he moved.
”A bit quick to power up were you not? I think it was because you were afraid, you knew I already had you defeated. You scream out in anger, but deep down we both know it was fear. How could the one set to be King someday lose to his sister in seconds? How could he lose to a half Saiyan?”
Those words would affect Ninjin in a way that wasn’t good for him. Now she was working to get him angry, get him off his guard. She was good, in a way that only a sister could be. She knew what pushed his buttons and what would get him to open up his defense, and she was aiming right for it. It was at this moment that Truffle wished, for the first time, he could run into the ring and save the two of them from each other, from what was going on right now and from what this would do to the family. Nothing good could come from this, and all the four members of the royal family and the bodyguard of one of them watching all knew it.
“Clever, dear sister. But my cries were indeed of anger and not fear. You, so low… A Half-Saiyan getting the better of me? It’s inexcusable, and yet it happened. That’s enough to drive any Saiyan to anger. Especially me, so clearly your superior. But fear? No you don’t deserve my fear. And as to my powering up? Why hold back? Why when I could have so much more fun showing this audience what true Saiyan royalty can do?”
He retorted as Truffle knew that he would. Truffle had known that he would say something about her blood, since she herself had brought it up. Truffle cringed. That would cause Akassa some emotional pain, though Truffle knew that she wouldn’t show it openly. He saw her eyes narrow, and knew that it had landed the way that Ninjin had wanted her to.
Truffle sighed. Nothing good could come from this. If he could have said something at this moment he would have yelled at the top of his lungs for them to cut it out and just fight civilized. But the voiceless have no choice but to remain voiceless, and so he couldn’t say anything. He grunted instead and clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms. This was bad. This was very bad.
Ninjin landed two quick painful blows in succession, and Truffle knew that Akassa would be feeling it in the morning. Why did this have to happen right now? If this was the last match of the tournament, Truffle was certain that the ending would be beneficial to the royal family, no matter who won. They would both be victors but one would come out on top. But to have this happen so early in the tournament….it wouldn’t be good. Whoever lost would be disgraced and want to get revenge. If it were Ninjin, he would openly attack her at the home, using his words to make her feel insignificant, and using his family leverage to destroy her. If Akassa were to lose…well…Truffle wasn’t even sure how she would plan her revenge.
They flew up high into the sky, and most normal people wouldn’t have been able to hear the words that Ninjin said to Akassa, but since Truffle had exceptional hearing and was focusing intently on them alone, and not paying attention to anything in the crowd, he heard them.
“Look at them. Look at all of them down there. You think they care about a low-life like you? You think they want to see you win? Those Saiyans gathered? They’re here to see you lose! They’re here to see their Crown-Prince win, a half-saiyan winning would be an insult to everyone down there, especially the royal family.”
Truffle was shocked. Ninjin was really trying to destroy her emotionally. He was trying to destroy her psyche and defeat her in not just a physical way but in an emotional battle as well. Truffle had known Ninjin to have his cruel streaks, especially since they grew up together and Truffle had been on the receiving end of many a mean act by Ninjin, but he had never heard anything like this. This wasn’t something that he could take back. This was saying that she didn’t matter, and that everyone in the arena thought that Akassa was nothing, the way that Ninjin thought she was nothing. Truffle restrained a growl aimed at Ninjin. He knew that he loved his prince more than anything, and seeing Akassa hurt him indeed made him want to rip her in half, but at the same time, hearing these words emanate from Ninjin made Truffle slightly angry. He was making this match much more than Truffle thought it should be. Again he felt as though he wanted to run into the ring and stop the match, finish it before it could become worse. But it was becoming worse and worse for the family every punch and kick they threw. Truffle wondered how the youngest Hattori was taking this fight, no doubt he was watching on quietly, waiting to see who the victor would be. Truffle couldn’t help but wonder who’s side the young prince was on.
They slammed quickly into the ground, and both were unmoving. Truffle had to stop himself from running through the barrier and picking them both up. He had that instinct, but couldn’t follow through with it. They’ll be ok. he told himself. They couldn’t possibly kill each other. They may hate each other, but the officials wouldn’t allow a death at this point. They couldn’t.
They were both hurt. Extremely. Truffle couldn’t control himself and forced himself to look away, unable to any longer bear the sight of Ninjin and Akassa lying on the ground broken. This fight had been a bad idea from the start, this tournament a bad idea from the start. Truffle’s main reason for signing up for the tournament had been to protect the royal family, make sure that none of them got seriously hurt, and here he was WATCHING and not doing anything about the fact that two of the people he cared most about were getting seriously injured. He brought his fist up to his mouth and bit on it. This was bad.
They were both exhausted, but Truffle knew that they were far, far too stubborn to give up. It wasn’t in their blood. They would fight until one of them could no longer move for fear of dying, and then they would probably keep fighting. They would fight and fight and fight and that would be it.
“I’ll be more comfortable when I’m standing over your defeated and broken body. You don’t have the strength to defeat me, every drop of blood that I spill on this arena floor is worth double that of yours. I still have the strength to defeat you, but you? You’ve never had the strength to defeat me. Your power may be close to mine, but when it comes down to it you simply aren’t good enough, and you never will be. You’re not a Hattori, you’re a mutt that plays at being one. If you knew what was good for you you’d lay down and die right here, avoid embarrassing my family any further.
His words bit at Akassa, as he knew they would, but Truffle couldn’t help but feel he was also talking to him. He knew that the words were meant solely for Akassa, but it was a doubt that Truffle had inherited since he was a young Hoyo, walking the halls of the palace with his prince. Ninjin had assured him that he was part of the family, but he had never felt like he belonged, an imposter in a strange world with no one to communicate with, no way of letting his feelings be known. A tear slipped out of his eye as he felt for Akassa. He had felt the same feelings she must now be feeling. That Ninjin was worth so much more than he, and that he was just some mutt that they had collected on a dead planet that was given to Ninjin to be a pet. Nothing more. How could he say those things to her without knowing that Truffle would feel it too? She may have just been a half-blood, but Truffle didn’t even have to royal blood within him. He was nothing. Again he felt like rushing in the arena and stopping the match, throwing up his arms and stopping it. But somehow, he knew that even if he did that, he would not be able to stop Ninjin and Akassa from finishing it. It had come too far and they had fought too hard to have some blue creature stop them. He doubted whether they would even notice him or instead just trample right over him.
”How dare you?! I have given everything for our family, no less than you have so how am not worthy of the name Hattori?! If you remember father ordered all of us to represent the family in this tournament! If he had such confidence in you then why did he order the rest of us to join?!”
Truffle had had doubts about this. He knew that the king had ordered the entire family to join, sans Truffle who had joined for himself, but he wasn’t sure why he had asked Leke and Akassa to fight. Did he not respect his eldest son enough to know that he would win the entire thing, or did he just want to see what the half-sister and brother would end up doing? Did he know that something like this was going to happen so soon? He couldn’t possibly have known that.
Truffle saw that Ninjin cracked his jaw back into place, and felt some chagrin in that. He had caused that injury earlier when he had been training with Ninjin, and knew that it hadn’t healed properly, and felt bad that he had given his prince and friend a distinct target on his body for Akassa to attack. He wondered if Ninjin would blame him for that later if he were to lose. He wondered how Ninjin would react to him if he won his matches and Ninjin lost his. He couldn’t tell for sure, but he didn’t really want to experience it.
Ninjin then landed a blow that sent Akassa flying, landing her on the ground and she didn’t move for a second. Truffle held his breath, but her arm moved to her jaw. She wouldn’t give up, she would keep fighting until she wasn’t even able to move, and neither would Ninjin. The two of them could keep fighting past death with the quality of stubbornness that they both possessed.
Truffle watched as Ninjin walked over to her, yelling at her to get up and fight. Truffle couldn’t look at him at the point. This wasn’t a fight anymore. This was a war declared the second Akassa was born. Ninjin took it as a personal offence. Truffle could think back to a time when the three of them played as young ones. There had been such love between Akassa and the prince, what had happened to that? What had caused that to disappear? Truffle knew that is wasn’t something he had done, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe if he hadn’t been around, Ninjin and Akassa would have been closer, with Ninjin having to go to her with his problems instead of to Truffle. He wondered if Akassa ever thought of that, if she ever saw him as an obstacle in her relationship with her brother. These were the doubts that Truffle carried around with him, unable to articulate them to anyone. Again Truffle cursed himself for not being able to communicate with anyone. He wondered if any Hoyo’s had ever learned to speak common. He had tried, that was certain, but he couldn’t do anything about it.
He called her a Hattori. Truffle was stunned. Was it a trick? Or did he really mean it? Had this battle really helped him gain respect for her, or was he simply using this as a trick to get her to stand up so he could finish her off? Truffle knew that his prince was not adverse to using tricks to win a battle, but he didn’t know if he would use his family name in such a manner. Surely he wouldn’t joke about that. After he felt so much hatred for her pretending to be a Hattori, would he simply call her one as a joke? No. Truffle was certain that no, he had meant it. He had really called her a member of his family. Maybe this fight would be good for something after all, maybe indeed the family ties would grow stronger because of this.
They stood up and started fighting again, but Akassa tripped Ninjin and sent him to the floor, and then straddled him landing blow after blow. This was sure to be the end. And then Ninjin grabbed her and said something that even Truffle couldn’t make out. But he had an idea about what it would be. The jist of it would be something like she would lose and it would make the family better for it.
"Your...words...insult our...family...more than...any...loss...ever could."
Truffle had no idea what Ninjin had actually said, but the reaction from Akassa had been immediate. She head-butted him and got out of his clutch and had said those words. Truffle wasn’t sure what was going to happen yet, or how Ninjin would react to them, but something had transgressed between the two, and something big was going to happen because of it.
“You couldn’t just lay down and end it. You’ve forced this. You’ve—FATHER?!?”
Ninjin had looked out into the crowd, and Truffle followed his gaze. There was nobody there. It was a ruse. Truffle had been right; Ninjin was certainly up to using tricks to win the match. Was this how the fight was going to end? Would Ninjin really resort to such a dirty tactic to defeat his sister? Truffle wasn’t sure how he felt about it, but kept his eyes glued on his family fighting.
Ninjin’s fist caught Akassa in the temple with the force of a freight train and sent her flying. She slammed into the tiled floor and she laid there for a while. Truffle put his large paw over his mouth in disbelief, unable to think about what was going to happen next. If she tried to get up now she might kill herself. The match had taken a lot out of the two of them, but at the moment, only one of them was still standing. Truffle felt pride from his prince, but at the same time he couldn’t believe how his prince had gone about attempting to get the victory. How could he have used such a dirty trick. Seeing her father at that moment would have been everything for Akassa, and he had used that against her to get a cheap shot into the fight, and possibly knock his sister unconscious.
Akassa slowly got to all fours. Truffle couldn’t believe that she was still able to get up after such a devastating blow, and she had certainly earned the blue creatures respect. She got to her hands and knees, and then the finishing blow. Truffle knew when he saw it that Akassa would not be able to get up after it, and he knew that Ninjin knew it as well. Ninjin had charged back when he saw his sister get up onto all fours and brought his leg up, colliding his shin with her forehead and jaw. It was a devastating blow that would have killed any normal person. Perhaps Ninjin’s goal was to kill Akassa with it; Truffle couldn’t tell what to believe any more. This battle had taken a physical toll on its competitors, but it had taken an emotional toll out on Truffle as well. He had heard the harsh words that they had said, felt the pain that the words had taken out on them with them. The family was changed after this fight, that was for certain.
Ninjin had fallen down to his knees after the fight, but Truffle couldn’t take his eyes off of the prone form of Akassa. She had given so much to this fight, indeed more than simply her body. She had put herself into the fight in the form of her family honor, and she had fallen short due to a simple trick by the prince. Truffle tore his eyes away from her, and focused on Ninjin. The prince could barely move due to the hell that she had put him through. He had given his all in the fight as well, proving himself to be the better tactician, if not the better fighter. He had won, in the end that’s all that mattered and all that would matter. It had been an amazing contest, and if Truffle wasn’t so intimately connected to the two of them, he might have felt something more like joy from watching it. But all he could ask after watching such a fight was…..was it really worth it?
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Post by Lord Zasham on Aug 4, 2013 15:14:28 GMT -5
”One more couldn’t hurt! This is my sister we are talking about! How can you stand there and tell me that it isn’t something I should worry about and since it is a common thing here that it is alright! We have just recently become acquainted William, I suggest you change your tone about serious matters. You said you were here to help your mother, well what if someone took her away from you! I BET THEN YOU WOULDN’T THINK THAT ONE MORE KIDNAPPING COULDN’T HURT!”
Willie was stunned for a moment, having not expected his words be so misconstrued. He had tried to assure her that there was little chance of kidnapping, as it was only ever really common when the captive was worth something. William doubted she was from a family of wealth, given the fact that was the one searching. The wealthy never do their own dirty work, preferring to pay others to do it for them.
Every word had been an attempt to ease her worries. The road to hell was paved with good intentions, as it was all misunderstood, bastardized and vilified. Lowering his head he looked to the ground, a shadow darkening his face. Shame overwhelmed and his cheeks reddened. If his mom was missing, or taken, he would tear down every obstacle in his way to find her; to save her.
He supposed it had been insensitive to talk in such a casual tone about an event as awful as losing a loved one. Losing his would devastate him, dominated his every waking thought, and devastate every fluttering dream. No doubt it did the same for her.
“Azazel… I’m… I’m so sorry… I…”
At a loss for words he trailed off as she looked away. To the match underway, of which Willie had seen little thanks to the welcomed distraction of the distressed beauty before him. All he could do is stare at his shoes, still burning with embarrassment of upsetting the starlet.
”William sorry I snapped, I know you have lived here for quite some time and kidnappings may be the usual to you. But not to me and not to my Silitha, I just want her back, the stress of not finding her is starting to get to me. I don’t know how much more of this I can take.”
She turned back, her soured words back to the sweet origins. Then a surprise which only threw the human boy for yet another loop; she hugged him. He stood there for a moment completely frozen and unable to act, paralyzed by the sudden show of affection which was the antithesis of the attitude she held only seconds before.
Unsure of what to do, he lightly lowered his arms upon her, reciprocating as she dug herself into his chest. How lonely she must’ve been, Willie thought. He knew, all too well, what it felt like to feel alone. There was no better a feeling than someone there to support and help you in your time of need. His cheeks now glowed thanks to his shy nature and he was holding his breath, though he did not realize it.
When she finally released he would muster his most sincere smile and usher here from the stands so that they may begin their search. The breath would not leave him until she too smiled and turned from him to make her way.
[Sorry, wanted to finish it at least. You can adjust for a new total or just grade this section, either way. I haven’t added the current PL reward from the thread as I was waiting to finish it off.]
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