Post by Lord Zasham on May 24, 2015 10:45:55 GMT -5
Loneliness. It was a strange concept to a man who ruled, as he was surrounded by subjects. It was true; however, Alpha Prime’s population did not know a new Lord claimed the space station. Zasham had been keen on convincing everyone that Prometheus and Wrath had survived the assault on their home. It was easy to do when he could take their forms and speak with their tongue. It was part of his plan, which was nearing fruition; a plan which would drastically change Alpha Prime forever.
He had his brother in Ninjin Hattori, but even he could not stem the majin’s growing depression. It was more than just friendship he required, it was companionship he desired. Sure, he could take the form of anyone and do as he pleased. But they would not understand him, not know the true him. They would lie with a visage, a façade. Beneath the shell of Will Watson lies a magical demon, one they could never see past. They could never love that creature, and rightly so. He was a monster.
Beneath the remnants of Zex’s demolished estate, he sat in a large, circular room. It was the only thing to remain whole after his fight with the brothers. Set underground, it appeared as if to be some sort of training room, equipped with gravity and simulation technology. The increased gravity only sinking the majin deeper into the plainly etched rock. Searching his collective memory he realized it was where Zex trained Wrath, out of the public eye as was his wish. Now it had become his place to sulk, amidst the dimmed lighting, no doubt another result of the battle that lost the brothers Zex their lives.
At one end was a simple door. On the other side was an elevator which ran up to the mansion. This was but one of many levels built beneath the former Lord’s mansion. Luckily, the hidden entrance to the contraption had been stationed on the side of the house that was less damaged and therefore survived the encounter. At the other end of the large, domed room was a throne, rigid and simple. It was stone, and uncomfortable, but such things did not bother a majin; his body molded to fit any situation. With one shoulder leaning on the stone arm, he propped up his face with a fist positioned against his cheek. His other arm lay loosely draped across his lap.
In an attempt to distract himself from the desolation, he had formed his Hell’s Gates, which circled far above his head. They curved in and smashed into one another, ricocheting off at random angels before shooting back at one another once more, as they obeyed their master’s mental commands. For a long time he had been attempting to improve the rings, to master their magical qualities. While progress had been made, he was still shy of his goals. He felt himself at the precipice however. Despite their presence though, a darkness hung over him. Would he never know true companionship? His collected memories were perhaps the biggest perpetuator of his solitude.
The blissful happiness shared by Nook and Kosho haunted his every waking moment. Not only for what the demon within him had done to them, but also because they had known true love. They were two halves of a whole; Zasham was just a half. Just thinking of their love shifted the room, the simulator having been wirelessly linked to his mind, to that of the two embracing amidst the dojo. It only proved to increase the pain of guilt he felt; and the solidarity he felt. Never had he met, nor even heard, of another majin in existence. Sure, there were stories of Majin Buu traversing the stars and giving birth to heirs, but he was long gone. Lost to time and space, yet closer than he could imagine. Meanwhile those who carried on the lineage of Buu too must wander in obscurity, less they were dead. Buu he knew could not be, as no power existed which could rival his own, but his children were far weaker.
After affirming his solitary existence, he would then move on to his second thought, which only deepened his sadness, reflected by the room returning to its dark, hollow, way. Would they accept him? Sorcerers and scientists alike had twisted him into the technarcana which now sat upon the throne of Alpha Prime. Would he be a monster to them? Thinking of what the makaio Cardinals had bastardized Azuki into, he wondered if he would be viewed the same by his own kind; a soulless husk. Buu absorbed people, soul and all, a feat he could not match. Did that make him less a majin? So many questions haunted the new Lord, darkening his disposition increasingly. Loved seemed too far out of his reach, existing a dimension removed from him, where he could see and feel it, but not experience it.
As he pondered, unbeknownst to him black smoke began to rise from his pores; similar to the auras of Zex’s race. So deep in thought he was, thoughts which only proved to weaken his hope, that he did not even notice it collecting several feet above his head. Acting in ways smoke did not normally act. Much in the vein of Evil Buu’s creation from Majin Buu’s intense anger so too was life being born from Zasham intense longing. So lost in his sadness, it was not until a ki signature appeared, confirming life and alerting his 3D scan mode, that he realized what was happening. Though even then he did not understand what had happened; all he understood was that now he felt a power directly above his head.
Jumping to his feet he shot forward, always careful of an attack, spinning on his heel once a good distance was made between him and this newcomer clad in smoke. Then the power lowered, piercing the veil of smog and lowering until she stood on Zasham’s throne. However he could feel no anger, as he would under any other circumstance of someone placing their feet upon the Lord’s throne, only awe. What stood before him was so beautiful he could not bear to look away. It was majin, free of the impurities of the technarcana virus, with ocean blue skin and adorned in purple clothing with gold trim. The apparent human was speechless, only able to mutter out a weak “Uh…” She too was confused, seeing a strange human across from her, in her eyes was not awe of hope. In her eyes was disdain.
“Hmph,” she snorted, wiping the thick ropey strands of hair from her eyes, “Men.” There was no hiding the disappointment in her voice, though Zasham could hardly come to think why, his mind overwhelmed pass the point of intricate thought. Without another word she leapt forward, her arm extending as she did so that her fist hit the Lord of Alpha Prime hard in the face seconds before it would have actually arrived. She was quick to follow up with a hard kick, which extended upon contact to allow a more complete follow through. Pulling himself from the hole in the wall he created upon impact, his mind tried to come to grips with what was occurring. “That all you’ve got tough guy?” but the blue majin was on him before he could collect himself, with intensity reminiscent of the kinigos.
Still in shock, he attempted to deflect her blows, not wanting to harm her; however her arms and legs would simply twist and turn in impossible angles to find their targets. Now his longing turned to rage, as all he wanted was now standing before him, but instead of embrace he found only fists. “ENOUGH!” he roared, unleashing his full power, his wildfire of an aura surging forth and tossing her back. At her full power, she stood toe to toe with his base strength. Something she either did not recognize, or simply did not care about, as she lunged forward soon as she had footing once more. Thinking quickly, he thought it may be his appearance which provoked her.
By the time she reached him he had changed to his ‘natural’ form, as the onyx majin with eyes of fire. While she did raise an eye at his ability, it did nothing to halt her approach. Then she jumped as if to kick him, though she was too far away to do so. Instead as she kicked her feet out, she did not fall, staying in the air as he legs extended and drove into his chest, thus driving him back into his hole. He could feel her power as she levitated; feel the gravitons in movement. But they were his to command, as was all of Alpha Prime and soon the kinigos, not hers. A rage erupted within him as she flew, both fists raised for a double aerial punch. Stepping from his imprint he held both palms up, catching her hands and stopping her dead, with little effort. Subconsciously he ordered the room the shift once more, now taking on the form of Belegost’s wasteland surface.
As she looked into his burning eyes, he saw intrigue. Then she saw the cracked dirt of the wastelands, as he took a firm grip of her fists and began slamming her against the ground like he was improperly airing out a wet towel. After which he tossed her into the air and used his gravity manipulation to pull her back, upsetting her before she could regain composure. That was when the two rings came down from where they circled, one slamming in the back of the head, the other in the square of her back. It sent her hurtling back to the parched earth, creating her own imprint. A moment later she was back on her feet, dusting off her clothing. Majin resilience was fascinating.
“Who are you and why do you attack me!?” he yelled, unleashing a Vice Shout as he did. As it washed over her it sent her hands flying up to her ears and the rest of her knocked back, tumbling to the ground. Despite the increased gravity and weighted clothing, he was still her superior by far. Though, still, it did not seem to bother halt her assault at all as she once more took to her feet, slapping the top of her head on each side with an open palm, as if to smack the hearing back into herself. “Wouldn’t you like to know,” she said with a coy grin as she took a fighter’s stance. “Fine,” he said coldly, “if you wish to fight, then so be it.” Then his hands lifted, palms facing one another across a small gap over his chest. First red ki began to form but then quickly black ki added to the mixture, compressing the volatile crimson energy deep within.
Meanwhile she shot forth once again, though she attempted a less straightforward assault. As she circled to attack he released the Snake Eye at her. Just barely able to dodge it, she continues on only to be struck on either side by the chakrams, at the head and knees, with such force as to spin her midair. Before she even stopped spinning the sphere came straight down, hard, slamming her down once more into the ground, with force equal Zasham’s weighted max. The blue majin stood again, though a hint of a struggle was evident. Meanwhile one ring lowered in front of her, while the other did the same behind her, each several yards away. Then the black and red ball of ki sped toward her back, forcing her to turn to face it, however it disappeared into the ring just as she used zanzoken to remove herself from the situation.
Just in time as well, as the master level technique overloaded the magical ki rings, the transfer exploding all three ki components in a massive explosion. Zasham roared in frustration at the chakrams’ inability to handle the attack. Holding out his palms he poured all he had learned from studying the rings and their magic into the crimson ki forming in his palms. What resulted was not his ordinary Hell’s Gates, but something entirely new. Entirely improved. Their normal red, solid shape now looked like hellfire itself, bent to fit his will. Throwing them at his mysterious opponent he launched forward as he formed yet another Snake Eye. It was time to test whether they were truly different, beyond the obvious cosmetic change.
She was ready though this time, using the momentary jump in speed granted by zanzoken to dodge the snake eye as the black demon threw it at her. However, Zasham too was ready this time, having prepared for such a tactic. One chakram had flown overhead, and lowered itself level with the sphere, awaiting its arrival. Meanwhile the other took a neutral spot in the air, waiting for the woman to reappear. The moment she did it turned to her and neared, until the black sphere passed through the ring awaiting it, disappearing before reappearing an instant later for the chakram aimed at the blue majin.
It struck her hard in the gut, at which point Zasham snapped his fingers, triggering the volatile sliver of crimson ki at the center of the black sphere to explode, engulfing her in an impressive explosion. Holding out his hands, while he waited for her to recover, he formed two additional chakrams. He grinned, only one more test left, to see if I have fully mastered the rings. A small consolation for how terribly his first majin meeting had begun. Three rings took position around the debris cloud, forming a triangle with her power signature at the center. As it settled she was standing, her body finally recuperating from the explosion. “You’ll have to do better than that!” she called with a grin. Without a word the ring hovering over Zasham fell, widening as it did so he fit easily through its opening.
But by the time it struck flat against the ground, the black majin was gone. As she turned her face to follow his signature, she found him flying at her from one of the three rings overhead. A huge right hand knocked her to a knee before he kicked back up, into another ring just as she turned to fire at him. But he was gone, and the fourth ring had joined the other three, from which he shot forth and driving a knee into her back, flipping her so that she ate dirt with a face plant. Diving back into another ring, he leapt from yet another just a split second later, driving both feet into her as she stood, burying her in the simulated wasteland. Then there was calm as Zasham stepped out of the hole, taking a few paces away before he heard laughing.
“Alright, alright, you’re tough!” she said with a smile as she pulled herself from the hole with a gasp. “My name is Zelba, and in case you couldn’t tell, I love to fight!” she exclaimed as struggled to stand. He stood, frozen, trying to acclimate to the change in situation. A moment later Zasham was there, gently taking her arm and helping her to her feet. Once to her feet though, she brushed him off, entirely too proud for help. “I am Lord Zasham, and I have waited too long to meet someone like me,” he said. In his eyes was the hope for companionship; for the end to his longing. It was a look she understood, before immediately rebuking, “I’m sorry bub, but you’re not my type,” she said before turning away from him, not wanting to watch the hope dashed from his eyes. For some reason she could feel his longing, his desire for love, and it made her weak in a way she could not explain.
Then she felt a soft hand brush up against her cheek, she turned expecting to see the man, unable to comprehend what she had meant. But he understood her desires as she did his, though he too was unable to explain it. Her eyes fell upon a black majin surely, but not the one she had turned away form. She was a beauty with familiar eyes of onyx and ruby, her own thick black hair down and parted at the center to show her elegant features. Black armor with red trim covered her modest chest, while a red sash, open to one side so as to cover near half her left leg, was wrapped snuggled around her tight waist. Zelba was in shock, unable to speak as their eyes met. Zasham, her hand loosely clenched, ran softly down her cheek once more. Then it came to the other cheek and delicately cupped her face.
Instinctively the blue woman rested her head into the other’s smooth palm, finding formerly unknown comfort in doing so. When she overcame her shock though her head pulled back, ever so slightly, “But, aren’t you a man?” Zelba state incredulously, as she tried to resist the overwhelming chemistry. Zasham said nothing at first, her dainty fingers lovingly running through her blue ‘hair’ as her kind eyes matched her own gaze. “I am whatever I need to be, my dear,” she said softly, her angelic voice soothing the boisterous majin. Then her hand lifted once more, her petite black thumb and index finger ever so gracefully cupping her smooth blue chin before she leaned in and gently bound their lips together with a calm passion.
After a moment Zelba’s internal struggle gave way to inexplicable emotions which overwhelmed and consumed her. Her eye lids would fall as she felt herself give in to the feelings, and she would reciprocate Zasham’s love. Leaning into the kiss she would wrap her arms around the obsidian beauty before her; and find her soul’s other half.
[PL; grav x50, heavy weights, sim 2.0]
Technique Learned;
Infernal Gates [Master] – Improving upon the solid crimson ki chakrams, Zasham now forms rings of seemingly living hellfire in his palms. Mastering the magical portals at the rings’ centers, Zasham’s limbs, and even his whole body, can now travel through the portals no different than his ki attacks (though not when charging). Also, uncharged techniques of his, up to master level, may pass through them [May only have four chakrams at once].
Prerequisite: Hell’s Gates [Upgrade]
He had his brother in Ninjin Hattori, but even he could not stem the majin’s growing depression. It was more than just friendship he required, it was companionship he desired. Sure, he could take the form of anyone and do as he pleased. But they would not understand him, not know the true him. They would lie with a visage, a façade. Beneath the shell of Will Watson lies a magical demon, one they could never see past. They could never love that creature, and rightly so. He was a monster.
Beneath the remnants of Zex’s demolished estate, he sat in a large, circular room. It was the only thing to remain whole after his fight with the brothers. Set underground, it appeared as if to be some sort of training room, equipped with gravity and simulation technology. The increased gravity only sinking the majin deeper into the plainly etched rock. Searching his collective memory he realized it was where Zex trained Wrath, out of the public eye as was his wish. Now it had become his place to sulk, amidst the dimmed lighting, no doubt another result of the battle that lost the brothers Zex their lives.
At one end was a simple door. On the other side was an elevator which ran up to the mansion. This was but one of many levels built beneath the former Lord’s mansion. Luckily, the hidden entrance to the contraption had been stationed on the side of the house that was less damaged and therefore survived the encounter. At the other end of the large, domed room was a throne, rigid and simple. It was stone, and uncomfortable, but such things did not bother a majin; his body molded to fit any situation. With one shoulder leaning on the stone arm, he propped up his face with a fist positioned against his cheek. His other arm lay loosely draped across his lap.
In an attempt to distract himself from the desolation, he had formed his Hell’s Gates, which circled far above his head. They curved in and smashed into one another, ricocheting off at random angels before shooting back at one another once more, as they obeyed their master’s mental commands. For a long time he had been attempting to improve the rings, to master their magical qualities. While progress had been made, he was still shy of his goals. He felt himself at the precipice however. Despite their presence though, a darkness hung over him. Would he never know true companionship? His collected memories were perhaps the biggest perpetuator of his solitude.
The blissful happiness shared by Nook and Kosho haunted his every waking moment. Not only for what the demon within him had done to them, but also because they had known true love. They were two halves of a whole; Zasham was just a half. Just thinking of their love shifted the room, the simulator having been wirelessly linked to his mind, to that of the two embracing amidst the dojo. It only proved to increase the pain of guilt he felt; and the solidarity he felt. Never had he met, nor even heard, of another majin in existence. Sure, there were stories of Majin Buu traversing the stars and giving birth to heirs, but he was long gone. Lost to time and space, yet closer than he could imagine. Meanwhile those who carried on the lineage of Buu too must wander in obscurity, less they were dead. Buu he knew could not be, as no power existed which could rival his own, but his children were far weaker.
After affirming his solitary existence, he would then move on to his second thought, which only deepened his sadness, reflected by the room returning to its dark, hollow, way. Would they accept him? Sorcerers and scientists alike had twisted him into the technarcana which now sat upon the throne of Alpha Prime. Would he be a monster to them? Thinking of what the makaio Cardinals had bastardized Azuki into, he wondered if he would be viewed the same by his own kind; a soulless husk. Buu absorbed people, soul and all, a feat he could not match. Did that make him less a majin? So many questions haunted the new Lord, darkening his disposition increasingly. Loved seemed too far out of his reach, existing a dimension removed from him, where he could see and feel it, but not experience it.
As he pondered, unbeknownst to him black smoke began to rise from his pores; similar to the auras of Zex’s race. So deep in thought he was, thoughts which only proved to weaken his hope, that he did not even notice it collecting several feet above his head. Acting in ways smoke did not normally act. Much in the vein of Evil Buu’s creation from Majin Buu’s intense anger so too was life being born from Zasham intense longing. So lost in his sadness, it was not until a ki signature appeared, confirming life and alerting his 3D scan mode, that he realized what was happening. Though even then he did not understand what had happened; all he understood was that now he felt a power directly above his head.
Jumping to his feet he shot forward, always careful of an attack, spinning on his heel once a good distance was made between him and this newcomer clad in smoke. Then the power lowered, piercing the veil of smog and lowering until she stood on Zasham’s throne. However he could feel no anger, as he would under any other circumstance of someone placing their feet upon the Lord’s throne, only awe. What stood before him was so beautiful he could not bear to look away. It was majin, free of the impurities of the technarcana virus, with ocean blue skin and adorned in purple clothing with gold trim. The apparent human was speechless, only able to mutter out a weak “Uh…” She too was confused, seeing a strange human across from her, in her eyes was not awe of hope. In her eyes was disdain.
“Hmph,” she snorted, wiping the thick ropey strands of hair from her eyes, “Men.” There was no hiding the disappointment in her voice, though Zasham could hardly come to think why, his mind overwhelmed pass the point of intricate thought. Without another word she leapt forward, her arm extending as she did so that her fist hit the Lord of Alpha Prime hard in the face seconds before it would have actually arrived. She was quick to follow up with a hard kick, which extended upon contact to allow a more complete follow through. Pulling himself from the hole in the wall he created upon impact, his mind tried to come to grips with what was occurring. “That all you’ve got tough guy?” but the blue majin was on him before he could collect himself, with intensity reminiscent of the kinigos.
Still in shock, he attempted to deflect her blows, not wanting to harm her; however her arms and legs would simply twist and turn in impossible angles to find their targets. Now his longing turned to rage, as all he wanted was now standing before him, but instead of embrace he found only fists. “ENOUGH!” he roared, unleashing his full power, his wildfire of an aura surging forth and tossing her back. At her full power, she stood toe to toe with his base strength. Something she either did not recognize, or simply did not care about, as she lunged forward soon as she had footing once more. Thinking quickly, he thought it may be his appearance which provoked her.
By the time she reached him he had changed to his ‘natural’ form, as the onyx majin with eyes of fire. While she did raise an eye at his ability, it did nothing to halt her approach. Then she jumped as if to kick him, though she was too far away to do so. Instead as she kicked her feet out, she did not fall, staying in the air as he legs extended and drove into his chest, thus driving him back into his hole. He could feel her power as she levitated; feel the gravitons in movement. But they were his to command, as was all of Alpha Prime and soon the kinigos, not hers. A rage erupted within him as she flew, both fists raised for a double aerial punch. Stepping from his imprint he held both palms up, catching her hands and stopping her dead, with little effort. Subconsciously he ordered the room the shift once more, now taking on the form of Belegost’s wasteland surface.
As she looked into his burning eyes, he saw intrigue. Then she saw the cracked dirt of the wastelands, as he took a firm grip of her fists and began slamming her against the ground like he was improperly airing out a wet towel. After which he tossed her into the air and used his gravity manipulation to pull her back, upsetting her before she could regain composure. That was when the two rings came down from where they circled, one slamming in the back of the head, the other in the square of her back. It sent her hurtling back to the parched earth, creating her own imprint. A moment later she was back on her feet, dusting off her clothing. Majin resilience was fascinating.
“Who are you and why do you attack me!?” he yelled, unleashing a Vice Shout as he did. As it washed over her it sent her hands flying up to her ears and the rest of her knocked back, tumbling to the ground. Despite the increased gravity and weighted clothing, he was still her superior by far. Though, still, it did not seem to bother halt her assault at all as she once more took to her feet, slapping the top of her head on each side with an open palm, as if to smack the hearing back into herself. “Wouldn’t you like to know,” she said with a coy grin as she took a fighter’s stance. “Fine,” he said coldly, “if you wish to fight, then so be it.” Then his hands lifted, palms facing one another across a small gap over his chest. First red ki began to form but then quickly black ki added to the mixture, compressing the volatile crimson energy deep within.
Meanwhile she shot forth once again, though she attempted a less straightforward assault. As she circled to attack he released the Snake Eye at her. Just barely able to dodge it, she continues on only to be struck on either side by the chakrams, at the head and knees, with such force as to spin her midair. Before she even stopped spinning the sphere came straight down, hard, slamming her down once more into the ground, with force equal Zasham’s weighted max. The blue majin stood again, though a hint of a struggle was evident. Meanwhile one ring lowered in front of her, while the other did the same behind her, each several yards away. Then the black and red ball of ki sped toward her back, forcing her to turn to face it, however it disappeared into the ring just as she used zanzoken to remove herself from the situation.
Just in time as well, as the master level technique overloaded the magical ki rings, the transfer exploding all three ki components in a massive explosion. Zasham roared in frustration at the chakrams’ inability to handle the attack. Holding out his palms he poured all he had learned from studying the rings and their magic into the crimson ki forming in his palms. What resulted was not his ordinary Hell’s Gates, but something entirely new. Entirely improved. Their normal red, solid shape now looked like hellfire itself, bent to fit his will. Throwing them at his mysterious opponent he launched forward as he formed yet another Snake Eye. It was time to test whether they were truly different, beyond the obvious cosmetic change.
She was ready though this time, using the momentary jump in speed granted by zanzoken to dodge the snake eye as the black demon threw it at her. However, Zasham too was ready this time, having prepared for such a tactic. One chakram had flown overhead, and lowered itself level with the sphere, awaiting its arrival. Meanwhile the other took a neutral spot in the air, waiting for the woman to reappear. The moment she did it turned to her and neared, until the black sphere passed through the ring awaiting it, disappearing before reappearing an instant later for the chakram aimed at the blue majin.
It struck her hard in the gut, at which point Zasham snapped his fingers, triggering the volatile sliver of crimson ki at the center of the black sphere to explode, engulfing her in an impressive explosion. Holding out his hands, while he waited for her to recover, he formed two additional chakrams. He grinned, only one more test left, to see if I have fully mastered the rings. A small consolation for how terribly his first majin meeting had begun. Three rings took position around the debris cloud, forming a triangle with her power signature at the center. As it settled she was standing, her body finally recuperating from the explosion. “You’ll have to do better than that!” she called with a grin. Without a word the ring hovering over Zasham fell, widening as it did so he fit easily through its opening.
But by the time it struck flat against the ground, the black majin was gone. As she turned her face to follow his signature, she found him flying at her from one of the three rings overhead. A huge right hand knocked her to a knee before he kicked back up, into another ring just as she turned to fire at him. But he was gone, and the fourth ring had joined the other three, from which he shot forth and driving a knee into her back, flipping her so that she ate dirt with a face plant. Diving back into another ring, he leapt from yet another just a split second later, driving both feet into her as she stood, burying her in the simulated wasteland. Then there was calm as Zasham stepped out of the hole, taking a few paces away before he heard laughing.
“Alright, alright, you’re tough!” she said with a smile as she pulled herself from the hole with a gasp. “My name is Zelba, and in case you couldn’t tell, I love to fight!” she exclaimed as struggled to stand. He stood, frozen, trying to acclimate to the change in situation. A moment later Zasham was there, gently taking her arm and helping her to her feet. Once to her feet though, she brushed him off, entirely too proud for help. “I am Lord Zasham, and I have waited too long to meet someone like me,” he said. In his eyes was the hope for companionship; for the end to his longing. It was a look she understood, before immediately rebuking, “I’m sorry bub, but you’re not my type,” she said before turning away from him, not wanting to watch the hope dashed from his eyes. For some reason she could feel his longing, his desire for love, and it made her weak in a way she could not explain.
Then she felt a soft hand brush up against her cheek, she turned expecting to see the man, unable to comprehend what she had meant. But he understood her desires as she did his, though he too was unable to explain it. Her eyes fell upon a black majin surely, but not the one she had turned away form. She was a beauty with familiar eyes of onyx and ruby, her own thick black hair down and parted at the center to show her elegant features. Black armor with red trim covered her modest chest, while a red sash, open to one side so as to cover near half her left leg, was wrapped snuggled around her tight waist. Zelba was in shock, unable to speak as their eyes met. Zasham, her hand loosely clenched, ran softly down her cheek once more. Then it came to the other cheek and delicately cupped her face.
Instinctively the blue woman rested her head into the other’s smooth palm, finding formerly unknown comfort in doing so. When she overcame her shock though her head pulled back, ever so slightly, “But, aren’t you a man?” Zelba state incredulously, as she tried to resist the overwhelming chemistry. Zasham said nothing at first, her dainty fingers lovingly running through her blue ‘hair’ as her kind eyes matched her own gaze. “I am whatever I need to be, my dear,” she said softly, her angelic voice soothing the boisterous majin. Then her hand lifted once more, her petite black thumb and index finger ever so gracefully cupping her smooth blue chin before she leaned in and gently bound their lips together with a calm passion.
After a moment Zelba’s internal struggle gave way to inexplicable emotions which overwhelmed and consumed her. Her eye lids would fall as she felt herself give in to the feelings, and she would reciprocate Zasham’s love. Leaning into the kiss she would wrap her arms around the obsidian beauty before her; and find her soul’s other half.
[PL; grav x50, heavy weights, sim 2.0]
Technique Learned;
Infernal Gates [Master] – Improving upon the solid crimson ki chakrams, Zasham now forms rings of seemingly living hellfire in his palms. Mastering the magical portals at the rings’ centers, Zasham’s limbs, and even his whole body, can now travel through the portals no different than his ki attacks (though not when charging). Also, uncharged techniques of his, up to master level, may pass through them [May only have four chakrams at once].
Prerequisite: Hell’s Gates [Upgrade]