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Post by Delashano on Jul 20, 2015 19:05:30 GMT -5
Della suppressed a sigh of frustration as she noted that Ivan’s power signature was growing closer and closer to her own, it was not so much that she disliked the man’s presence, quite the opposite in fact as he was an intelligent and well-spoken individual that when not actively trying to butter her up made for excellent conversation, the problem was that this was exactly what she wanted to avoid, being around people she knew in her less than ideal state. With a sigh Della steeled her expression as the man drew near, it would hopefully be a touch easier to keep her expression collected when actively speaking with someone, a slight distraction from everything.
“Hello Zero it is always good to see you, have you kept up with your exercises?” Della questioned knowing it was rather certain that Zero would have kept to her instructions on how to progress his training when not actively training with her unless instructed to do otherwise by someone such as Ivan, he was a rather strictly ‘by the rules’ person, likely a byproduct of what he was and how Ivan wanted him to be. She grinned as she noticed that little bit of relief that flashed across his face when he noticed the lack of No “No worries Zero, No is attending to the Academy right now in my stead.” While Zero had been the first to address her Ivan stood before him and it was he who took up conversation after Zero’s introduction.
“It was for the best, I believe in our discussions I have made my position on men like Zex and Arctic rather clear” Della said, she had always been up front with others about her feelings on Arctic and Zex, that they were a poison to Omega just as Vespasian had been and would one day need to be dealt with just the same. “I spoke with Ninjin as Zex was dealt with and at least for the moment I believe he is the leader Omega needs. He is strong, capable, and willing to listen to the words of others when it comes to the state of things, as for the brief time between his arrival and the wedding?” Della shrugged “Love can come more quickly for some than it does others; the speed of it likely has to do with some amount of need to solidify his position. It was a not particularly uncommon practice long ago on Earth, it is pleasant to see that it is not just a matter of political strength that this is happening though.” Della said her voice becoming a bit wistful as she turned her sights onto the soon to be married couple, the way the two looked at one another made it clear enough that this was far more than just some political marriage.
Not long after her response to Ivan another familiar face popped up, having made her way over to them Azazel spoke up commenting that she was pleased to see Della and noting for Zero and Ivan’s information that it was likely that Ninjin would keep a keen eye on them due to Zero’s un-detectability a byproduct of his mechanical nature. “It is good to see you too Azazel, it seems that your sister is trying her best to make friends with Ninjins large blue companion” Della said with an amused grin as she watched the girl. With the arrival of Zasham the proceedings began to move along once again, Della had been curious as to whether or not Zasham would be here, her understanding of the relationship between Ninjin and Zasham had certainly indicated that he would be one of the first invited to the event.
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Post by Man on Jul 22, 2015 17:13:28 GMT -5
Model Zero smiled in kind and nodded to Delashano’s question. His training regimen now featured meditation sessions and basic exercises that helped him learn energy control. Every time he meditated, however, he would witness visions similar to the ones he saw in Belegost during their first voyage. He was still unsure of what exactly they meant, but he had been speaking with the mysterious silhouette quite frequently. Ivan also nodded, however, he was most interested in the woman’s perspective. The scientist crooned as his eyes set on Ninjin Hattori. It was hard to believe a saiyan could possess such noble traits, but he trusted the Headmistress’s judgement on the matter. More so, he was intrigued that a possibility for an alliance was plausible.
After arriving to Alpha Prime and discovering of the events which transpired during their absence, the first issue the scientist was worried about was funding. Both Lord Zex and King Arctic had been funding Ivan’s projects. Thanks to their support he had been able to create new weapons for Model Zero, as well as improve on his design and repair any damages or imperfections. He feared that the funding would stop with the new Emperor, but Delashano suggested otherwise. Ivan saw Ninjin in a new light. The smile on his face as he looked to his bride didn’t seem so staged anymore. “Well then,” the scientist said, his voice only loud enough for the immediate group to hear, raising his glass slightly, “cheers to our new Emperor!”
Promptly after, a familiar face made her known to the assembled group. Zero has not been actively gauging power signatures, so he had not been aware of her approach until she spoke up. He remembered her immediately after turning to see her. They met earlier, when he had just arrived to Alpha Prime. It was hard to forget a woman with horns protruding from her head and a long red dress. She leaned up close to him and Zero’s eyes shifted towards Ninjin as she explained the situation. Their eyes met for that instant. Zero wondered in the saiyan remembered him. They never spoke, but Zero was the one who broke the silence back in Mement Mor. He was the one who had attempted to take Sebastian’s life while everyone was staring at Invictus like a deer to a headlight. It was the sound of his gun, which spurred everyone to action.
Soon after, their eyes averted to witness William Watson’s grandiose arrival. He seemed older, having let his beard grow, it was almost as if he were a completely different person. He was not the Mr. Watson Zero met when he chased him down in the streets of Alpha Prime, he was not the Mr. Watson whom traveled with them to Mement Mor and fought off the Universal Church of One, and he was neither the Mr. Watson who joined him in their mission to liberate and conquer Belegost. There was a different vibe to him. He was Lord Watson now. Curious how the world spins.
Everyone in the reception soon stared agape as a tyrannosaurus rex entered the Imperial Palace, “the ring bearer” as Lord Watson described. Ivan was unresponsive at first, but as soon as the shock lifted, he was perhaps one of the few in the entire reception to break the silence with his vigorous cackle. While everyone stared in fear, the scientist admired Lord Watson’s sense of humor. In fact, it appeared that Ivan’s laughter spurred others to laugh as they also broke out of their fear one after the other. The room grew lively again and then settled down when the officiator resumed the ceremony. Ivan wiped the tears from his watering eyes and turned to finally meet the woman known as Azazel.
“Azazel, was it?” he said, having picked up the name after Delashano addressed her. He extended his hand to shake hers, “It is a pleasure to meet you. My name is Ivan, I am Model Zero’s creator, and this is AEVA.” He said, pointing out the other android which stood beside them. Unable to express emotions with her limited body, AEVA simply extended her hand as well.
“Nice to meet you Azazel, unfortunately, I cannot express emotions as my current body is a prototype.” Having noted the woman’s previous location just moments prior, she continued, inquiring about Azazel’s connection to Ninjin. “You seem to be in good terms with the new Emperor.” In essence, the comment was just an assessment with no hidden intentions; although it also served as a signal to Ivan, whom had been pondering about how best approach the new rulers and earn an audience with them before the month’s end. Azazel and Delashano were, perhaps, best described as his doorway.
The scientist’s eyes lit up and he grinned widely towards the woman. “Is that so? Would you be so kind as to put in a word for me? I would like to have a private audience with Emperor Hattori and Lord Watson.”
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Post by Maya on Jul 23, 2015 20:37:36 GMT -5
Raska was an odd one Maya soon came to learn; she was one who could talk a persons ears clear off their body with whatever entered her mind yet she was able to preform simple commands without so much as a question, more than a puppy but less than a full grown dog. Even her thoughts were of Maya's safety in the well known dangers of Beta Major; the warning was quick to be shrugged off from her shoulders with absent thought in doing so. Maya often did most things on her own, though over time she learned extending a hand for help towards others wasn't necessarily a terrible fate to befall a person. Even with that said it was a difficult task to think of doing but all the harder for her to go through with, like a spike drilling through a person skull.
With Raska having departed from the scene on Maya's motorbike towards the wedding hall Maya was left to her own devices, of course the strange alien female always had a second agenda of her own. Exiting from the small shop with a small chime of a bell Maya stretched her arms above her head with a dull yawn, things up to this point had been of relative ease even soaring down through the rushing towers that composed the Beta Major left her mind unchanged, like a dull razor. Excitement wasn't something Maya found much favor in, nor could she fully experience it like those still cowering people around her in the streets. While frighted of the strange newcomer curiosity was one of the baser instincts that all life fell to at one point or another; huddling along the walls of alleys and shop windows Maya could almost sense their bodies freeze at her sudden reappearance into the street.
Eyes slow to scan her surroundings Maya's eye brow rose at their attention so fixated on her person; its almost as though no one had ever flown a vehicle through their streets and then proceeded to skid thirty feet upon steel panels all the while sparks shot in their wake. Now that Maya thought about it for a minute... it might have seemed a little out of the ordinary, but there was no point on dwelling on past events, wasn't as though the event would scar them anyway, if anything it brightened their dull lives from their daily course. A swift shrug of her shoulders and Maya departed from the small square, jets bursting from her legs she honed in on the source of her vehicle, already it was resting silently in the court yard before the wedding hall.
There was no way of knowing if Raska was standing in wait for Maya to arrive or if the woman had taken charge to scout the area about before her arrival. The latter of two would have been a nice change of things instead of Maya doing all the work but she wasn't holding her breath, wasn't as though she could have even if she wanted.
Breaking across the cityscape Maya soon found herself closing in on the tracking signal of her ship, at this point however the towering structure of the Imperial Place was enough to guide her path, like a lit beacon in the dead of night. Legs kicking out and down in her descent Maya landing with her feet skipping across the cool flooring till her pace slowed down to a swift stride. While caressing the ground with her feet Maya's body would being to change, the silver liquid that composed her hollow frame being to shift and twist into another shape entirely.
Finally coming to a full stop Maya no longer appeared as she once did. Her long black hair had been replaced with long stands of chestnut that ran down the course of her backside, and dropped just before her eyes with trimmed bangs. Eyes flashing a side of blue no longer did her eyes glow in a unnatural state, as if she needed any more attention from on lookers. Shortening her height by a few inches the being that once was Maya no longer looked as she had before. While it was easy enough to change her physical appearance the clothes she wore before where all natural, these she would continue to wear though given those she expect to stand in the wedding hall with fine clothes she would stand out amongst them.
While the mission was to understand who this man was, either the real the Ninjin or an imposter those that worked along side Akassa were well known; not all were friends of the Saiyan's in these times.
"Raska."
Maya called out awaiting for the response of the alien woman.
Whether or not the girl came to her side mattered little, the woman wasn't the smartest in lot but she could handle herself well enough if she worked under Akassa. Resuming her stride Maya rose up a flight of stairs before she came face to face with the wide open doors of the wedding hall; people, so many people, shuffling, dancing, laughing. Shifting nervously in her boots Maya felt an unease with facing towards so many people at a time, it was like back on Earth during Akassa's live feed. So many eyes, so many voices... so... so many people. Eyes slow to glance around the area they began to grow wide at the sites which she beheld; Maya had seen people before in mass... but to walk amongst them was unnerving.
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Post by Cytoxol on Jul 24, 2015 2:21:01 GMT -5
“Hello Zero it is always good to see you, have you kept up with your exercises?”
The cyan bio-android continued to eavesdrop on the small group, the woman responding to the android’s polite introduction. So…Zero is it’s name… As the lady continued, Cytoxol heard her member somebody or something by a odd name, only catching it by in which the context of the word was used..So…an apprentice of some sort by the name of… ‘no’? Tending to an academy? Hmm this woman must be very powerful in both power and dignitary status to run such a place…Amazing what you can learn while pretending to be a fly on the wall…
Cytoxol would continue to snoop on as the lady now started to address the words of the android creator. “It was for the best, I believe in our discussions I have made my position on men like Zex and Arctic rather clear” What I would give to have been a fly on the wall of those discussions... “I spoke with Ninjin as Zex was dealt with and at least for the moment I believe he is the leader Omega needs. He is strong, capable, and willing to listen to the words of others when it comes to the state of things, as for the brief time between his arrival and the wedding? Love can come more quickly for some than it does others; the speed of it likely has to do with some amount of need to solidify his position. It was a not particularly uncommon practice long ago on Earth, it is pleasant to see that it is not just a matter of political strength that this is happening though.” So…a king taking out another king I suppose? Interesting…Maybe I should have placed more effort into the happenings of the Omega system…or more notably the power change that has seemed to take place. “Well then, cheers to our new emperor!” Cytoxol heard the creator say.
“Looks like this wedding has brought all sorts of people here today. It is good to see you again Dela, and you too.”
A new voice arriving caused Cytoxol to shift his eyes from the speaker back to the small group; it was another attractive lady that Cytoxol had noticed earlier near the bride and groom. So…does everyone know everyone here? That may not bold well for me… His eyes narrowed when he saw the new woman lean in and seemingly whisper something to the polite android, having not the ears of a Namekian, whatever was said would go unheard by Cytoxol. Damnit…If I wasn’t so out of place or had arrived earlier…I could have gotten closer… Slightly grunting to himself at the missed gossip, his eyes returned to the speaker who still continued to go on, albeit his ears and still focal attention remained on the group.
“It is good to see you too Azazel, it seems that your sister is trying her best to make friends with Ninjins large blue companion” Cytoxol’s eyes then adjusted back toward the groom and the giant blue companion that was mentioned, the words of Della striking his memory up of the creature in blue fur. That’s the same blue being I encountered earlier…I can’t believe I had forgotten about such…. His eyes quickly shifted again back to the group, but directly toward the android known as Zero. Son of a…that’s the same android from before as well…I can’t believe my memory has slipped so much…Blast it…this reconnaissance has taken steps backwards… Interrupting his thoughts was the voice of another person, this voice surely garnering the attention of everyone there as it reached the same peak and highness as the speaker’s voice.
“Pardon the interruption, and for my tardiness, but I was waiting on a particular guest to arrive,” Turning his eyes and main attention to this new arrival, the cyan bio-android would watch as the interesting man slowly backed up into the large entryway. “I hope you don’t mind me giving you your wedding present early brother…” Cytoxol watched as the man disappeared back into the entrance way and a few moments later reappearing with a thick leash-like rope in his hands. With a quick yank of the leash, a large dinosaur stepped into the grand room. My…my...I don’t think a grander entrance could be made… “But I have to make sure the ring bearer is present for the ceremony,” Those words making Cytoxol focus in his gaze on the fingers of the dinosaur, two rings made out of a material Cytoxol had never seen before, rested soundly around the large beasts claw fingers, one on each middle finger on each hand. Pulling out all the stops eh…
The bio-android then watched as the man walked the beast down the aisle, it once starting to get out of hand but was quickly restrained by the man with one quick slap. Such vigor to suppress such an angry beast with just one slap… Cytoxol thought to himself as he reached out and made note of the man’s power level and ki signature. Very vigorous indeed… Cytoxol would then, yet again, turn his attention, but not his eyes as they remained on the speaker who started to verbalize again, once more back to the small group he had so been intrigued by, listening as the creator of the two androids started to speak towards the newly arrived woman.
“Azazel was it? It is a pleasure to meet you. My name is Ivan, I am Model Zero’s creator, and this is AEVA.” Ah...Ivan the creator and the name of the other android… Cytoxol continued to hone in as he assumed the new android, AEVA, was speaking now by the tone in it’s voice. “Nice to meet you Azazel, unfortunately, I cannot express emotions as my current body is a prototype. You seem to be in good terms with the new Emperor.” Cytoxol noted the change in voices now back to Ivan. “Is that so? Would you be so kind as to put in a word for me? I would like to have a private audience with Emperor Hattori and Lord Watson.” So would I old man...so would I, but as a devious mouse underneath the floorboards. By the mentioning of a person named Watson, the cyan android figured it out to be the dinosaur man, having the perception that no ordinary person would enter in such astonishing ways and not be of some sort of royalty such as Lord.
So far, the actual wedding ceremony had yet to officially begin and already Cytoxol had gathered quite the show of things. Hmm...what else will this wedding hold… If I stay longer I’m sure to catch something else worth noting…there’s also the main reason that I came to this…the search for Borex…Giving what I have gathered about him, I’m surprised he has yet to make some sort of scene…It’s best if I keep an eye out for anything of the sorts…If this wedding ends and he remains inconspicuous as I, then I’ll have to unfortunately make a scene of my own… The cyan bio-creature thoughts trailed off as the speaker continued to drag on.
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Post by Azazel Moloch on Jul 25, 2015 10:36:57 GMT -5
Silitha stood patiently next to Truffle and Ninjin. Waiting for the giant blue creature to finally speak for the first time. Silitha could also see that Ninjin was also surprised to hear her voice in his head. Apparently not a lot of people used Telepathy in this realm, as Silitha was quickly learning. Despite how Ninjin felt about it, her true focus was on Truffle and finally giving him the ability to speak to his long time friend. That is when Lord Zasham entered the Grand Hall, but the Lord of Alpha Prime was not alone. A creature that Silitha has never seen before entered the room behind Zasham, causing her to recede behind Truffle.
Zasham began to speak with Ninjin, apologizing for being late. While at the same time also speaking to truffle and Silitha. Silitha was too distracted at the current moment as she could hear the blue creature began to make a noise. The creature kept repeating the sound Ni over and over again. SIlithas face lit up at the noise. He was so close, but still was unable to complete the word. “Keep going you can say it, I know you have the ability to do so!” Silitha said excited for Truffle. SIlitha enjoyed seeing others happy, which was the main reason she demanded that Azazel and her come today.
Meanwhile Azazel was still talking to the small group that clustered in the back of the hall. Azazel’s attention was taken from the group when Zasham walked in with the strange creature. As much as she wanted to stare at the creature, there as a conversation that she was a part of. Azazel listened to Della respond to the scientist. She seemed to think that Ninjin is going to be the leader that Beta Major needed and Arctic was doing nothing to help this place grow. Now Azazel had never actually meet any of the former leaders of Omega. Not that she really wanted to anyways. Azazel continued to listen to Della address the Scientist and speak about her feelings toward the wedding. All of this was of no concern to Azazel, it mattered not how long Ninjin knew his bride.
Once Della was finished talking to the scientist she looked at Azazel saying that it was good to see her again as well. As well that SIlitha seemed to be making friends with Ninjins blue companion. Azazel looked over to see SIlithas hand on Truffles. Azazel knew exactly what her younger sister was doing. Silitha was told that truffle couldn’t speak; therefore she was going to communicate with him in a different manner. “That she is Della and I think it is going rather well at the current moment.” Azazel said
The scientist began to speak again, only this time he spoke to Azazel directly. As he extended his hand, she would do the same. Learning that it is a custom to shake the others person hand when you first speak to them. Ivan pointed to the other android that was there as well, its name was AVEA. Azazel shook that androids hand as well. Azazel was interested to hear that this Ivan was the one that created Zero. She had meet Zero once before and asked him that question. It was good to put a face to the name that she was told. The android knows as AEVA stated that it seemed that Azazel was in good standings with Ninjin. “You could say that I am in “good standings” with Ninjin, but really we are just old friends and I owe him for helping me locate my sister.” Azazel replied.
Ivan then asked Azazel for a request, a request to have a meeting with both the lords of Omega. It was entertaining to Azazel that he would even ask. She may be friends with both of the leaders, but she is the wrong person to ask to set up a private meeting. “Once the wedding is over I can see what I can do about you meeting with Ninjin and Zasham. I will have you know that Ninjin is not a fan of Androids after what the UCOO did to New Vegeta. So if Zero and AEVA are going to accompany you, I would stay on your toes.” Azazel paused for a moment “I just wonder who else is going to show up here today? Once things are done here, I am going to be heading to earth to see the aftermath of the war that happened there.” Azazel said
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Post by Queen Akassa Hattori on Jul 27, 2015 18:43:50 GMT -5
The second bike ride had been just as fun as the first, only with more leg room. It had been somewhat direct, the Lystan taking control of the vehicle and taking a path that quickly brought her to the district in which the wedding was supposed to be housed. Raska knew the Collective, she didn’t need any navigation system. Hopping off the bike she headed towards the crowd. Plenty of people seemed to be in line, but none of them appeared to be Ninjin Hattori, at least from the pictures she had been shown before leaving New Vegeta. Moving past the crowd she checked every individual for his likeness…nothing. Uhg, why had they decided to have an outside wedding? This station was huge, had they not thought about the fact countless people might just walk in and become part of their ceremony? Look how many had already gathered. Stepping into the line she taps the fellow in front of her on the shoulder she decided to ask where the man of the hour was.
”Excuse me sir, do you know where Ninjin Hattori might be? I was supposed to see if I could find him, but this wedding is just so crowded already…I can’t find him.” The statement ended with one of her best smiles to assist her verbal request.
The man who she had tapped on the shoulder was larger than her in height and girth. Almost seven feet tall, he was balding and barely dressed in anything, the rags he wore covered in dirt. Looking down at her with his scarred face he seemed every bit the serial killer, but the Lystan just kept on smiling. For a moment the two locked eyes, both unwavering. The large man broke the silence.
“You know you are nowhere near where the wedding is being held don’t you? This is a line for the soup kitchen girl. Ninjin Hattori and his bride to be are in the palace, no doubt using some grand hall to celebrate their elaborate ceremony.” The man gesturing in the direction of the palace as he spoke, Raska following his finger with her eyes. Okay so maybe she didn’t know the layout as much as she thought she did.
”Thank you Mister.” Taking a step back she dips into a bow, her cloak billowing out around her. The gesture seemed to only bring confusion to the man’s features before he turned back to face the front of the line. Skipping off with her true destination now determined, she was soon back on her borrowed bike and in the air. Humming to herself the whole way, she sets down in the correct district moments later, the one with the palace in it.
Head tilting back as she moves closer to the building she was impressed by the supposed Emperor’s home. It was nothing compared to that of his older sisters, but he was just getting started she supposed. Stepping to the side after entering the room she does her best to stay out of the way, senses scanning for Maya in the crowd. Unfortunately for her partner the giant lizard was plenty distracting enough to have the simple girl wide eyed. It looked just like one she had seen on Earth once! Such animals were not native to the Collective though…it must have been brought here just for the wedding. Impressive. Scanning the large beast up and down Raska was thoroughly occupied, not even having noticed that she was standing several feet away from an altered Maya.
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Post by Lord Zasham on Jul 30, 2015 15:15:47 GMT -5
With an elaborately stretched arm Zasham patted Tiberius’ snout, which strangely seemed to have a calming effect on the massive ring bearer. Slowly the limb would slink back until returned to its original position at his side. The reception of the bride and groom to his arrival had warmed him as he stood at the blue behemoth’s side; the lovable Truffle. Then the astounding… He spoke! Mouth agape the Lord stood in wonder for a moment. Understanding their race rather well from his interactions with the creature, Ninjin’s detailed descriptions, and other… Research, the shapershifter knew this to be a remarkable triumph.
Through his advanced scanning the majin could feel the melting pot of ki signatures in the crowd. As the official droned on he honed in on each one individually whilst a focused stare fell upon the speaker. An act of course as Zasham was paying mind to the heads up display in his eyes, processing each signature. Invisible to others, he merely had to put on a soft smile to convey the proper emotion for such a significant event. Several powers were recognizable, the makaio tria of Delashano, Azazel and the adorable Slithia. Her human form had fooled him before, but with a steadier eye and the two sisters so close it became clear. Truly it only made the headmistress more intriguing to the ever curious Zasham.
Man too was there, with his creator Ivan. Prometheus’ files indicated that and much more as they dashed before his eyes; even his memories appeared in his optic, small screens in the corner of his unseen HUD. He was sure they would all be speaking soon, the Lords of Alpha Prime and Beta Major, seeing as Ninjin had transcended Arctic as he had the brothers Zex. A biological android lurked about as well, apparent by the mixed races of which his signatures consisted if not his appearance. It was vaguely reminiscent of something he had seen once in a file stored in the media files in deep storage within his mind. The most fascinating however were the races he could not identify. There was one arriving somewhat late, a strange one indeed with an appearance to match.
Every minute or so he would take a few moments to gaze upon the beloved and bask in their joy. True love seems often born of the strangest of circumstances. Theirs transcend blood and race and therefore all the more beautiful in its uniqueness. It no doubt it would go a long way in assuaging long held hatreds between the saiyans and icejins for the deaths of their respective leaders from long ago. Genocide seemed to leave a lasting negative effect the not even year old magical technological abomination noted internally.
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Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on Jul 31, 2015 12:42:16 GMT -5
That so many had come to see his wedding both gladdened and surprised the Saiyan Emperor. Though he would have expected his own people to come it seemed like members of all races imaginable were pouring in, some dignitaries from far off civilizations. Others, no doubt, were simply civilians who lived and dwelt within the Omega system and wished to see for themselves the splendor and majesty of the grand palace and the royal wedding up close and personal. Despite the wedding already having started, and the officiator already having begun, more and more seemed to enter the palace.
The presence of Truffle to one side, Aella in front of him, and Zasham on the other made the Saiyan feel a great sense of peace and pride. Today was his day, and Aella’s as well. They were uniting in love. Silitha was still holding Truffle’s hand, something that the large blue alien did not seem to mind in any way. Suddenly a noise came from what seemed to be inside his head again. More telepathy, but it seemed… IT seemed like it was coming from Truffle. Ninjin’s eyebrows raised and he cocked his head slightly, inclining it towards Truffle, though his eyes did not leave Aella. In all his time with the large blue alien he had always gotten the alien’s thoughts through feelings. That perhaps he could somehow speak… or communicate with the effectiveness of words. It was exciting, but perhaps that was the excitement that Truffle was sending him through their empathic link.
The group of Azazel, Delashano, and the mysterious others, was still gathered and communicating, and seeing Azazel and Della communicate with the android and those with it put Ninjin more at ease. Though he had an inherent distrust of androids due to the universal church of one, seeing one of his old friends, and a potential new one, seemingly at ease with them even conversing friendly, perhaps they were not there to cause trouble.
Others continued to enter, though Ninjin turned his attention back to Aella and the officiator. The rings had been brought by the massive t-rex that Zasham had brought with him. The officiator turned and looked at the T-Rex, but Ninjin reached out his hand and gently the metal rings he himself had forged floated from the beast’s hand.
It was time. The rings floated into his and Aella’s outstretched hands, and directly onto their fingers. She turned and beamed at him, and he at her.
“Ninjin Hattori, do you take this woman to be your wife?”
“I do.”
“And Aella, d-“
“I do!” She jumped on his words, half excitement, half being done with the man’s droning on and on. The officiator shot her a look and then nodded.
“You may kiss the bride.”
They embraced and kissed passionately.
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Post by Truffle on Aug 3, 2015 21:14:05 GMT -5
The couple had said “I do!” excitedly, and Truffle threw his head back and roared in excitement, a huge smile on his face, a triumphant noise of joy.
Truffle pumped his fist in the air and smiled at his friends, the moment forever captured in his mind.
He looked around the room and everyone he knew was there. There was Zasham, Aella, Ninjin, Silitha (the little girl who had just spoken in his head for the first time, enabling him to say “Ni!”, which he continued to do so happily through mental communication.
His greatest friend in the world had just happily gotten married.
And nothing had gone wrong.
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Post by Delashano on Aug 5, 2015 22:57:06 GMT -5
Della could not help but smirk just a little bit at Ivan's rather swift adaptation to the situation now that he was filled in on the details, it appeared that so long as there was a chance that he could make things work he became much more confident in his ability to do just that and it appeared that he was making a very swift effort to start up his chances of getting his business back in order through Azazel questioning the makaio on whether or not it would be possible for Azazel to put in a positive word for him with the Emperor once Zero indicated that Azazel and Ninjin seemed to be on good terms with one another.
Azazel made an effort to downplay her ability to aid Ivan, most likely because she was probably not exceptionally comfortable putting in a good word for someone she barely knew in addition to the reasons she stated herself. Della learned an interesdting bit of intofmration herself about Ninjin as Azazel exlplained he possesed a distaste for Androids due to circumstances involving the UCoO, Della recognized the acronym for what it was, the United Church of One they were a difficult group to NOT know about once one began involving themselves in the universe, they were an old order that worshiped a god who seemed not directly associated with much of what was 'known' of the afterlife little as there was truly 'known' about the afterlife, they sought to bring about the death of the Saiyan race because they saw there rebirth as an affront to there god, Della idly wondered just how infuriated they likely were that Ninjin himself came back from the dead.
The UCoO was a strange situation for Della, generally she was quite against generalizing her distaste but the worshipers of the Church in many ways seemed to ALL follow its faith quite strongly and when a faith dictated the destruction of an entire race Della had to believe there was something fundamentally WRONG with it.
Della's attention was brought back to the conversation as Azazel mentioned that she would be departing Omega to visit Earth after the wedding in order to survey the effects of Akassa's attack, Della's expression would very briefly twist with fury at the thought of the attack and of Akassa before she swiftly calmed her emotions. "Azazel, do you have your own ship to make the trip with? If not you are welcome to join me on the Ashtur, I had similar plans to visit Earth after the wedding." Della asked, she was unsure if Azazel actually owned a ship though theoretically she could simply take the common transport to Earth but the shuttle system was slow and often busy as they packed as many people onto a shuttle as possible, the Ashtur now that it was repaired would make the trip in under a day.
Her attention was drawn away from the group and back to the ceremony, any lasting anger from her thoughts of Akassa were quickly drowned away by the display of love between Aella and Ninjin, quite eager was the bride as she barely let the officiator say her name let alone the rest of his statement.
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Post by Man on Aug 7, 2015 14:33:56 GMT -5
The scientist beamed with joy as the woman accepted his request. She may neglect it as much as she wished, but if she was one of the few people who knew the Emperor well enough to stand beside him on his happiest day, then she possessed more influence than she gave herself credit for. Before Ivan could reply to her previous statement about androids, Azazel spoke of traveling to planet Earth to gauge its condition after the war. Troubled by the sudden topic change, Ivan receded to his glass and took a sip of his martini while attempting to plot his way back into the conversation. He knew little about Earth or its affairs, thus he could not offer any kind of worthwhile information regarding it.
Soon after, Delashano peered into the conversation during Ivan’s silence and offered to join Azazel on her trip. The scientist lit up once again as opportunity presented itself to him, his expressions concealed under his multifaceted glass. “That’s right!” he said, bringing attention to himself as he regained his composure and faced the women with a neutral but serious face –businesslike. “Zero will also be going to Earth after the wedding. I hear they are going through tough times,” he commented, although tough times was an understatement. Their entire planet had been infiltrated by the saiyans –to whom they donated their very moon.
Promptly after, everyone’s attention was snatched back by the ceremony itself and Ivan was reminded of the reason they attended in the first place. The scientist clammed up. He didn’t want to be that guy, the one still speaking during the most important moment of the event. He feared Ninjin would have his head otherwise –a saiyan was still a saiyan no matter what they said. The engaged pair would speak their vows. AEVA, Ivan, and Zero simultaneously take note of Ninjin’s ability to manipulate metals. To others, it seemed like a neat trick used for mundane things such as levitating rings, but the group saw it for what it was –a technique. Given Azazel’s comment about his distaste towards androids and the Universal Church of One, they could see a very clear correlation between his distrust and the technique being used.
AEVA and Zero glanced at each other. It was meant for their kind. They had no idea how effective the technique might prove to be during an encounter, but due preparation was in order. No doubt, Ivan was brooding solutions in his mind, methods to counteract such an impeding attack. Finally, they kissed. Ivan suppressed his urge to cringe and smiled dryly at the act. Something about interracial kissing set him off. It just didn’t seem natural to him! Aella was no doubt a beauty amongst her people, but that failed to translate within the scientist’s neurological processes. Ironicly enough, he sounded like a member from the UCOO. The scientist chuckled at himself. Soon after, the reception grew loud and fierce as every man, dog, bear, woman, and thing yelled out frantically with joy for their new rulers. The kiss concluded the ceremony itself; now music would boom throughout the vertical beams. Now, the party had begun and so the celebration.
Ivan gulped down the rest of his martini and extended a hand towards Azazel. His hazel and blue eyes meeting with hers, perhaps his charm glistening. Ivan was not your traditional old scientist. He was quite young and fair skinned. His white hair was the result of a failed experiment and nothing more. In another life, he might have settled for a white collar job in an office, wearing a monkey suit and picking up woman at bars. “May I have this dance?” he offered. Slightly bowing and motioning his hand towards the dance floor. The scientist would not pass out a chance to speak with her. Whether or not she accepted, Ivan would proceed to comment about her previous statement.
Model Zero and AEVA stood idly by without moving a muscle. Confused by the sudden change, the android glanced at his Headmistress. This was the first time Zero had been in a party and he could not understand why everyone had been moving so erratically. Their movements were wasteful and without set meaning. Even his master had succumbed to the odd behavior. He had never seen Ivan move in such a way. “Is this some kind of ritual? Are they possessed?” He asked Miss Della in hopes of getting some kind of answer.
AEVA spoke soon after before Miss Della had a chance and answered Zero’s question. “I believe humans reproduce sexually, assuming you are familiar with this act, I will go no further; however, this process is more complicated to initiate for those in the animal kingdom than it would be for a plant, because biological beings such as them are marginally intelligent and have constructed entire systems of thought based around the methods of insertion and the selection of who the insertion process should be shared with. Many of these cultural systems include proxies for the insertion process, and one of the most popular proxies is one where parties interested in insertion will engage in physical activities meant to emulate the pleasing rhythmic undulation that accompanies gamete insertion. This physical proxy takes many forms, and as what humans consider to be their 'high culture' arose it often became many steps removed from what the actual act of insertion looks like, and in some cases became separate from any overt insertion-related themes or overtones. Some forms of dance, like the one that humans call 'ballet' moved away from the prototypical dance entirely and became unique art forms using many people to tell a story using their physical movements and nothing else. However, in most cases, dancing is still what it started out as; a proxy that allows humans to choose potential insertion partners based on their physical prowess.”
“So… Master Ivan wants to insert Azazel?” Zero inquired naively. AEVA was silent.
Meanwhile…
“About what you said earlier; I don’t think you’ll have to worry about Ninjin’s distrust for androids. Afterall, Zero is not just any android,” He started, although he would continue before Azazel had a chance to respond, giving reason to his bold statement. “You see, Model Zero was on Mement Mor the day Ninjin Hattori valiantly forfeited his life for the greater good. The android had arrived with a group the late Prometheus had assembled. He was one of the few who actually fought against a Cardinal of the Universal Church of One, witnessed Invictus’s demise -and that of Mement Mor. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if the Emperor recognized him!”
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Post by Maya on Aug 8, 2015 21:33:04 GMT -5
Wide eyed, locked into a trace she stared off into the crowd of people that walked the grand hall; converted from the palace for one night of laughter, drinks and all around merriment. Each one had come here today with a purpose, whether it was for the simple means of seeing a sight which happened rarely to those in a governance position or for speaking to the groom on the happiest of all his days. There was so many of them, hardly any looked alike as if beings from all corner of the galaxy had chosen this moment to fling themselves here before one another, a meshing of hacked pieces which assumed the form of this gathering of people... it was over whelming to the young alien and clear enough for one to see it in her eyes as they darted back and forth across the spanning length of the room. Where was it that one could star? How was it she could start in all of this? So many faces, doing so many things, each one fixated on their small revolving system of joint partners as they battered on about the lovely atmosphere and tid-bits about their personal lives which they used to sound important to those below them.
Seeping through the layers of her mind Maya could feel the senses washing over her like a rolling tide, each ripple seeming to pull harder at her weakening frame; all of it was much more than she had ever come across before. The voices, all the voices! They called to her, bouncing through her skull, it felt as though all eyes could be upon her for all she knew of it, yet of course everyone else was tided up in their own world's, hardly any lingering eyes would ever find themselves upon a new guest with the way they arrived in the handful. Maya was not meant for this... it was over whelming to one who had never spent time with a company of more than three, now... in every direction faces stood out... just... so many people.
She wanted to run, to turn tail from her cause and trot off in the winds, forever to leave from such a place... she could not though, while every fiber in her consciousness told her to flee and be done with this day, to make it little more than a faint hue in her mind she knew against everything she could not make such a move; Akassa was relying on her to see this assignment through to the end and Maya wasn't about to fail her.
Shoulders shuddering at the ill thoughts of having to keep in such a place Maya swallowed her uncertainties as she resumed her scan over the sea of people, avoiding any eye contact as best she could to deny any means of unneeded confrontation; those of flesh and bone felt the need to speak if eyes clashed, for what reason Maya had yet to understand but she wasn't about to test such a thing with the way she was hanging from a string.
With small circles she mapped out the main hall and all those which stood within its arching ceilings, it was then that her eyes fell upon the familiar face of Raska, the strange woman that had been paired with Maya on this assignment to the Omega system. She had expected Raska to have at least made it further into the celebrations by this point given her early arrival compared to her own, then again, it was Raska... she didn't always seemed to keep much of a focus on any one thing for to long.
Taking a long swift sigh Maya shook her head gently, even in her rattled state Maya was still capable enough to have grievances with another. Passing through nearby wedding guests Maya shoved her arm out as she took a hold of Raska by the arm, pulling her close.
"I would have thought you would have done more by the time I got here...." Maya sighed softly with her hushed voice towards Raska.
"Oh... and I'm Maya. And don't ask, I'll tell you later." She noted since Raska might not be aware of her capabilities to shift her appearance.
Arm locked around Raska with a firm grip Maya made it clear that Raska was not going to leave from her side in such a packed place, with so many people things could become chaotic in seconds... and... Maya would never be one to admit it but all of this was proving a little more that she could personal stand; having another which she knew at least more than the others helped as she braced herself against the alien woman.
Making sure to side track such notions Maya spoke up once more.
"Have you found Ninjin at least. I just got here and-."
Heads turned and the room grew a strange stillness of silence as eyes peered upon the grand stage, where upon it stood Ninjin, or at least the man who claimed the name and a strange woman. Maya had never seen such a creature before but by the looks of it she was the one who was going to be wed her with Ninjin today.
"Never mind." She huffed quietly under her breath.
The man between the lovely couple spoke softly yet his words hit the listening ears of all as on lookers took awe in the sight; some cried, other simply grinned yet it was Maya that held confusion at all of this.
"What exactly are they going-." Maya spoke to Raska but her words grew still as Ninjin and the woman leaned in and kissed one another upon the lips.
"Oh my."
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Post by Cytoxol on Aug 10, 2015 14:45:24 GMT -5
After the dinosaur attraction, Cytoxol would continue to eavesdrop to the small group as the lady in the red dress commented on her sister getting along well with the large blue fiend. Wish I could say the same...that first encounter of ours was quite the show… As Azazel commented on the scientists proposal of wanting to see Ninjin and the queen, Cytoxol was eager to hear the answer. “You could say that I am in “good standings” with Ninjin, but really we are just old friends and I owe him for helping me locate my sister. Once the wedding is over I can see what I can do about you meeting with Ninjin and Zasham. I will have you know that Ninjin is not a fan of Androids after what the UCOO did to New Vegeta. So if Zero and AEVA are going to accompany you, I would stay on your toes.” After a brief pause she continued “I just wonder who else is going to show up here today? Once things are done here, I am going to be heading to earth to see the aftermath of the war that happened there.”
Hmm...I would very much like to be ‘apart’ of that meeting Cytoxol then slightly chuckled to himself as she mentioned that Ninjin was not a fan of androids. Who is…they are a pesky nuisance above all others… Cytoxol would have to learn about what all transpired with this UCOO and what happened to New Vegeta later to gain more knowledge on the subject. Cytoxol would maintain his eavesdrop on the group and learned that Azazel planned on heading to earth, mentioning a war that had happened there. My..my..it seems I have missed out on quite a bit of interesting information across the galaxy. Hmm my search for Borex and the many diversion that I had to deal with kept me out of the loop to long…I will see to it that that never happens again…
The stunning Della would respond to Azazel’s suggestion of heading to earth, inciting that she would as well and Azazel was more that welcome to join her upon her ship Ashtur. The scientist Ivan was next to speak up, acting as if he had just woken up by the way he sprouted out his words. “That’s right!! Zero will also be going to Earth after the wedding. I hear they are going through tough times,” Well it seems that Earth will soon become the main attraction, it sees I should pay a visit to the blue planet as well once my business here is concluded… Cytoxol would then turn his attention briefly to Nijin and his bride who were now officially getting married, the icejin bride to eager for it to happen as she spoke up quickly with her ‘I do’. As they embraced with a kiss, Cytoxol would turn his attention back to the group, intent on picking up more useful information and knowledge. Music started to play to indicate the celebration and party of the Wedding had begun. Adjusting his eyes quickly to the group, he saw the scientist holding out a hand toward Azazel and asked if he could have this dance. Psh...it sees the pleasantries of the wedding may now be taking over.. The words of the android Zero now catching his attention as he questioned if the dancing was some kind of ritual or if they were possessed Hmm…it seems the Android doesn’t know much about such pleasantries.. The other android spoke up before Della had a chance to respond.
“I believe humans reproduce sexually, assuming you are familiar with this act, I will go no further; however, this process is more complicated to initiate for those in the animal kingdom than it would be for a plant, because biological beings such as them are marginally intelligent and have constructed entire systems of thought based around the methods of insertion and the selection of who the insertion process should be shared with. Many of these cultural systems include proxies for the insertion process, and one of the most popular proxies is one where parties interested in insertion will engage in physical activities meant to emulate the pleasing rhythmic undulation that accompanies gamete insertion. This physical proxy takes many forms, and as what humans consider to be their 'high culture' arose it often became many steps removed from what the actual act of insertion looks like, and in some cases became separate from any overt insertion-related themes or overtones. Some forms of dance, like the one that humans call 'ballet' moved away from the prototypical dance entirely and became unique art forms using many people to tell a story using their physical movements and nothing else. However, in most cases, dancing is still what it started out as; a proxy that allows humans to choose potential insertion partners based on their physical prowess.”
You…have got to be kidding me…this android seems to be a walking dictionary. Either that or she has stalked humans and other similar races, better than I have Cytoxol adverted his attention back to the scientist, missing out on Zero’s ‘summary question’ but catching the words of the scientist. “About what you said earlier; I don’t think you’ll have to worry about Ninjin’s distrust for androids. After all, Zero is not just any android. You see, Model Zero was on Mement Mor the day Ninjin Hattori valiantly forfeited his life for the greater good. The android had arrived with a group the late Prometheus had assembled. He was one of the few who actually fought against a Cardinal of the Universal Church of One, witnessed Invictus’s demise -and that of Mement Mor. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if the Emperor recognized him!”
Hmm, if the emperor’s memory was like mind, the memory of android Zero could have slipped his as well. But..gathering this information about the UCOO, has me intrigued to gather more information regarding this after this wedding reception concludes..Now..should I continue to stay here and see if I can gather more information or should I begin my search for Borex….hmmm The cyan bio-android would take some time to ponder the decision while others danced and talked around him.
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Post by Azazel Moloch on Aug 12, 2015 17:59:11 GMT -5
Silitha stood next to the giant blue creature still hearing him say NI over and over again. The sound was still causing the small demoness to smile as the ceremony was going on behind her. She didn’t fully understand what was going on around her, but it was making people smile. That is all she really cared about in the first place anyways. She left Hell with Azazel to get away from all the fighting, so it was nice to see a huge group of people smiling and having a good time for once. Silitha let go of the giant blue creatures hand and broke the mental connection she had with Ninjin and Truffle. She turned to face her sister to see if she was still talking to the same group of individuals.
Azazel was listening to Dellas offer. Azazel took a few moments before answering Della. “I think it would be fun riding in your ship with you to Earth Della. It seems that there are going to be others that are going to be going as well. “ Azazel said looking over at Zero, his creator had just said that he would also be going to Earth. Azazel didn’t see a reason as to why he would want to go to Earth, but after all that was of no real concern to her. She was going to check on Alexandria and the family that she left her with. She needed to make sure they were alright and got out of the city before anything happened. She was sure they did not get harmed while the fighting was going on.
Once again their attention was drawn back to Ninjin and his wife. It was a good sight to behold and Azazel was glad that she could have been a part of it. Once the kissed happened the room filled with so much noise, Azazel could not hear herself think. It wouldn’t stop there either, soon enough music would begin to play and it seemed like a party was going to take place. Azazel had no real interest in staying around any longer. She had seen her friend get married, that was enough excitement for her for one day after all. Just as she was about to leave, the scientist turned to talk to her.
He had bowed motioned to the dance floor and asked Azazel to dance. A brief look of confusion would wash over her face, as she had never been asked nor has she danced before in her lifetime. She has however seen others “dance” but never thought she would do that. Thinking about it for a few moments Azazel looked over at her sister, then looked back at the scientist. “Sure, I do not see any harm in it.” Azazel said.
The scientist went on to explain once again that Ninjin would probably have no ill intent towards Zero, as Zero was there with Ninjin fighting against the UCOO. As the scientist went on and on, Azazel could hear Silitha talking to her. “What are you doing with that man Azazel? I thought we were going to leave once this was all over?” Silitha asked.
“We are going to leave once I am done speaking with this man Silitha. He asked me to dance and since I have never done it before I figured why not.” Azazel replied
“Well you look funny out there Azazel. I thought you should know that.” Silitha remarked
Azazel just smiled at her sisters comment, and made sure to continue looking at the scientist while he spoke. “That all may be true, but I would still be a little hesitant when trying to bring Zero or AEVA to talk to him. I do not think he would attack them, but they would most definitely be watched with great care. Now was this the reason you asked me to dance? To speak about Zero and Ninjin, or was there something else that you wanted to ask me?” Azazel said starring at the scientist,
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Post by Queen Akassa Hattori on Aug 12, 2015 19:28:36 GMT -5
Still she stood in awe, eyes fixated on the dinosaur that had been brought into the grand hall. Internally she struggled with the urge to walk over and touch it, pet it even and in the process most likely disrupting the whole ceremony. Deep down she knew better or at least should have known better, but how often did one get the chance to see such a creature, let alone touch it? Chewing on her bottom lip a little the blue haired girl begins to move towards the creature when someone takes hold of her arm. Halted by the firm grip, as well as distracted from her potentially disastrous attempt to approach those taking part in the ceremony, Raska discovers the stranger was pulling her closer.
Having no real sense of personal space and often overly trusting, she makes no move to resist as she bumps up against the female. At first the girl's words generated confusion, the Lystan having no idea what she was talking about...she didn't even know this girl. Thankfully Maya was quick to notice her partner's expression and reveal who she was. The fact that this woman claiming to be Maya looked completely different than the one Raska had traveled with didn't seem to daze the Lystan one bit. Whether she realized she spoke the truth or was just openly trusting was left a mystery, that smile she always wore verifying her understanding.
Arm wrapped tight, there was no immediate danger of the two separating as Maya begins to ask a question so obvious even Raska knew the answer. In the front of the room stood the Saiyan they had been sent to find, the Queen's brother exchanging vows with a Queen of his own. While Raska giggled at the huffed "never mind" of her companion, the pair on display promised themselves to one another. Vows kept short, it wasn't long before their lips were join and the marriage official. Despite having no real stake in any of them and serving perhaps Ninjin's oldest rival did not stop Raska from cheering with the rest of the crowd. How could she not? It was so romantic!
With the ceremony itself now done, the crowd begin to shift. Spreading out and reshaping as the attention fell away from the King and Queen, a dance floor was soon revealed as the center focus of the room. Like any good wedding music was part of the show, a number of brave people stepping out onto the floor.
Attached to Maya by the girls own firm grip, the two females had made their way to the sides of the hall with the others, moving with the flow as the crowd split. Raska really didn't understand why Maya was so tense, this was a party, a place to have fun and she clutched her as if they might come under attack at any moment. Eyes shifting from the dance floor to her companion and back again, Raska saw her opportunity to get the woman to lighten up.
"Let's dance!" Not giving her any time to respond, Raska turns and pulls, yanking Maya out onto the floor with her. Thanks to her tight grip on her arm the task was quite easy. Using the momentum she twists her arm to pull it free of the other girls fingers, her own fingers moving to wrap around her partners slender wrist. Turning once more, she snaps her arm out to the side, Maya most likely going with it until the Lystan's arm was fully extended. At the moment her arm reached full extension, she pulls hard to bring the girl right back to her, catching her. Laughing, she gives the alien a light shove to separate them once more. Now they were partners on and off the dance floor.
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