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Post by Ty on Oct 15, 2020 18:06:14 GMT -8
Tiger Lily blinked, she remained observant as Lilith found it difficult to speak of the situation, when Cayle agreed to treat their guest as equal there was a sense of relief. The icy cold tension dissipated, the half saiyan managed to return her tea cup back in the correct position as it became unfrozen, in fact the vapor from the hot water returned which meant the frost was magical.
"Tiger Lily or Ty is fine, my friends can call me either name. I also have a saiyan name which is Kuri..." Ty recalled meeting a different woman by the name of Kuri parading a rifle in an alternate universe in the shadow temple for a brief moment in time, and then again in the house of mirrors.
The time to eat was resumed, after they all had their fill, there was enough on the table to pack in the fridge, or into a capsule to enjoy for a later time. It was then that Lilith revealed her past, of a man who preyed on people who seemed paranormal, while it seemed like Tiger Lily lived life like a storybook, it was actually Lilith who lived through a grim fairy tale. It was then that the teenage witch asked her a question about what she thought was a wicked witch.
“Lilith,” Tiger Lily began, “No one is born wicked except for Piccolo Daimao. You are hardly wicked from the time we spent together in Pilaf Land, if we had met sooner, maybe things would have been different, and you wouldn’t be forced to suffer alone. We are friends now and together we will still amend what happened to your kingdom, perhaps even restore it, once we go visit. You don’t have to face your enemy alone. Whoever this Belmont ass hole guy is, left you alive, just so he can take you down because he expected you to become something like Piccolo Daimao so he can reap more fame for himself next time around. You are not a wicked witch, you possess powerful magic, that can turn a hot cup of tea into ice, and then restore it back to hot tea again. It is proof that you are in control of your own destiny. Not this guy who brought shame to the Nevermore name. Even if you’re dressed in black robes, I wear black, too. It’s my favorite color. You cannot judge a book by its cover, after all.”
She smiled in assurance, “Are you ready to kick this guy’s ass to answer for his crimes against your fallen kingdom?”
Tiger Lily was raised properly by her parents but after spending too much time around Barlei she started picking up slang words that Luther used in South City to express her own emotions passionately. [464] [6,503]
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Post by Cayle Pota on Oct 16, 2020 3:41:39 GMT -8
Cayle's expression remained generally neutral as Lilith spoke, a mask of neutrality carved through what felt like a life time of torture, tests, and challenges. The Saiyan former farm boy turned vice president of a food service corporation, a land owner, and a small time ruler – he was like granite after he had endured that, and he was silent as a temple outside of mass. No response as Lilith spoke, though he sat in silence. Behind the mask, part of him wanted to plant a reassuring hand upon Lilith's shoulder – feeling empathy in her despite their utterly alien backgrounds. He could understand the feelings which she must feel about this, based in part upon his own history. Yet there was silence, it was not Cayle's role in this to provide comfort. He had been her opponent once, stopping her from finding information about the Turtle School and the exact location of it and its hermit and he had stopped her from causing mayhem at that time. If either of the denizens of this tree house should provide comfort to Lilith, it was Tiger Lily. After Tiger Lily did, and in her own way – she was an Earth-born Saiyan and thus more confident and enthusiastic than some others of their kind, the Saiyan stood up, before speaking out. “There is no such thing as a wicked witch, Lilith. There is only a witch, those who would paint others as monsters are often seeing their own fears and psyche mirrored onto others, claiming them manifest. How do I know this, Lady Nevermore?” He touched a part of the tree house which was itself the tree's branch, and began to focus. Something was whispered repeatedly again and again for thirty seconds from the Saiyan before he bit his own thumb and wrote some strange sigil on the bark of the tree. Soon the sapling began to glow, hungrily. Cayle focused and put one hand, his right hand, which he had not bitten, upon the tree limb and focused his spiritual energy into it. “How do I know this? Among the ancient Saiyans, Lilith, we had witches and shamans as well. My grandmother, Mallow, was one such woman. They were the lore keepers and connection to our ancestors, gods, guardian spirits, and past. From what humans depict witches as, she would have been one.” His words were spoken with certainty, with a cadence which didn't allow for him to be interrupted, he was performing a ritual dance around the girls, and he was doing it with his words. As he spoke of Mallow, a kindly old woman with dusky tan skin, vivid green eyes, and long white hair, tied in a singular braid thrown over her shoulder materialized, as if a hologram. She was smiling a motherly smile, and for a moment a cadre of children materialized as if holograms around her, each taking a roasted fruit she had provided. Some looked like her, some like her with icy blue eyes, and some were the spitting image of Cayle or Cayle with green eyes. His grandmother and his cousins, visible through a cracked memory from his past. “So too, were we viewed as monsters. Some on this planet even still call we Saiyans monsters, look at the horror films featuring Saiyans or the concept of our Great Ape Form. Even Pilaf and his friends depict us as villain, yet here we stand.” He tensed, and even as he said those things, images from Earth and from Tuffle propaganda showed. Images from news casts of Oozarus destroying, of cartoons depicting savage saiyans doing so, and even from images that the Tuffles had made him watch of the news casts from the Tuffles as all of Planet Plant had been engulfed in destruction by the light of the full moon. Where the image of his grandmother had been crackly depicted by the power of the tree and the ritual, this showed as clearly as if it was being broad cast on a TV even now. “I am not a monster, and neither are my people. Any one who tries to attack them and calls themselves a monster hunter is just a murderer looking for an excuse to kill someone different from them, and being different is not being wrong.” Hundreds of images of tortures he had been forced to endure and tests done on him flittered by within seconds as if the word 'wrong' was itself tied to those images in Cayle's own psyche. “You aren't a monster, or wicked, Lilith. I know because in some ways we are mirrors. You have your Belmont and the village which hired him, I have the likes of Dr. Narange Aspic and his Tuffle Science Executive.” Images of troops in special ops gear with strange, alien guns and what Earthlings would now not blink at as a scouter were seen, looming large like monsters as he said it. “I was a boy not yet of ten years when they came to my clan's homestead, Lilith. Lands which we had earned through heroic acts and mundane ones. Lands which my family had lived on and tamed for four generations counting my own.” At the word of 'counting my own', came the vision of Cayle, approximately four inches taller than any other child from his immediate family's fire-roasted mud brick, stone, reed abode. Images began to flash by of his older cousins, his aunts, his uncles, even his one armed great-grand father, charging forward to fight these invaders in their technological trickery. Images of mechs and hover craft with big guns firing on his family, each going down and being captured or killed. The room of the treehouse became awash with red and soon images of the child Cayle fighting Tuffles became clear. Brutal, hateful fighting, and his siblings trying to join in where they could, hiding where he had said where they couldn't. “They attacked us, viewing us as threats but not the savages of the other tribes, easier to handle and to use as test subjects- and they waited until the like of my father, mother, and the prime aged adults of our Clan were on patrol with the local militia.” Cayle removed his hand from the branch, huffing gently. “So it is a similar story. I won't claim to know the debt or depth of pain you feel from that day, but I can tell you that I am willing to help you with Belmont.” He cracked his knuckles, walking back to his seat at the table. “I may not be a great wizard, Lilith, but I know magic runs on life energy the same as any energy blast does. As Ty and Kiryu vouch for you, and given that you helped us in that accursed Temple, I am willing to offer this to you.” “Would you like to become my disciple? To study to master your body and thus increase your magic? If this opponent could stop spells that's fine... but what will he do when you grab him by the hair and slam your knee into his chin?”
The Saiyan did not say another word, moving to take a helping of the unagi sushi he had made as and beginning to eat it before finishing the roasted meat, vegetables and mashed potatoes he had already selected for his plate. After he took a bite, he then addressed the other rampaging mammoth in the room. Tiger Lily, did not often talk like that, and while Cayle was not an Earthling or Earth-born Saiyan, and was used to people cursing or speaking vehemently about battle, he had never heard her say such a thing before. As such, he asked his girlfriend a simple thing:
“Have you been hanging around the likes of Barlei or some other non-Ensalada Pickle? Because I've never heard you speak like that before, and it doesn't really speak to how you talk. It reeks of something picked up from a wannabe Saiyan Elite.”
Especially sounded like Barlei or his ilk, they tended to think too much of themselves. There was a such thing as having pride in being a Saiyan, and such thing as thinking you were the walking embodiment of one of the gods of destruction. The kind of way that Barlei and those like him tended to carry themselves was like the latter, not the former.
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Post by Lilith Nevermore on Oct 18, 2020 1:24:53 GMT -8
Lilith’s eye twitched with disbelief. It took a monumental level of effort not to politely explain that no, calling a royal by their first name was not fine. Such familiarity was reserved only for lovers, immediate family and in rare cases very close friends. There were rules! Customs! Traditions to uphold! Her lips parted, her tongue tensing like a ballista ready to fire a protest... Yet the only thing she managed to mutter in response was a meek confirmation. “A-as you wish... Ty...” The manners instilled in her from a very young age were rooted deep. Defying the will of those higher in the hierarchy was out of the question. ...Even when they were wrong, wrong, wrong! Hmph. By now, the grim witch had already grown to expect something outlandish from the walking ray of sunshine. So when the naive girl went on to deny her wickedness, she was only mildly... okay, moderately shocked. At first she regarded the claim with the same cold, skeptical stare she directed at most things. However, little by little the warm... and admittedly odd... words chipped through the icy mask. Honesty shined like a guiding beacon across a black sea. This strange girl... actually meant every word spoken... So when the red-head offered help with revenge, the witch thought she misheard. Shock shattered her composure. Again. Her jaw dropped with a soundless WHAT?, as she recoiled in her seat. Lilith quickly turned to Cayle, expecting, hoping the man would talk some sense into his clearly delusional partner. ...Only to be hit the echo of the same sentiment. No one is born wicked... There is no such thing as a wicked witch... That shared line of thought hit hard. It had been a long time since anyone had called her family anything other than wicked... In fact, according to her late mother it had been centuries ago when they started embracing the title and all it entailed. People feared what they couldn’t understand. So... If the lowly peasants were so eager to find villains to blame for the misfortune in their pitiful lies... Then villains they would find.Seeing the distinct signs of a ritual sparked the young noble’s keen interest. All other thoughts were hastily shoved out of the way, into the imaginary closet of her mind. Her undivided focus was directed to the motions, the whispers and the results. A click of fingers awakened the pitch black tome that had been resting on the couch. It fluttered open and floated over to the witch. An inky quill manifested from thin air and started dancing on the page. If one were curious enough to take a glance, they would find a drawn picture of the sapling along with quick notes of the ritual relating to it. Magical knowledge in all its forms was her true goal and greatest motivator. Lilith listened carefully while Cayle shared his tale. A less tactful person would have pointed out that the depiction of Saiyans as violent savages was frightfully accurate. ...Buuut Lilith, as a well-behaved and not in the slightest snarky noble, held her tongue. This was hardly the time to argue semantics. In fact... She... didn’t quite feel like arguing at all anymore. It was kind of funny, in a strange way. She had thought hearing a Saiyan compare himself to her would have felt more... insulting. “Well... You are not exactly wrong...” The mutter slipped past her lips. Dealing with the haughty noble was a difficult affair. It required finesse, charm... and proper offerings, of course. These two had managed it just by being... well... themselves. However, the offer of help, of mentorship, blindsided the lonely witch again. The quill stopped dancing on the page. She stared back blankly. “...You mean fight with my body? Like a peasant??” It was blurted out with a rare chime of pure honesty. No malice, only disbelief. Well, she was a noblewoman after all. She had always considered physical labor of any kind beneath her. The heaviest thing she had ever lifted was a book, at least until she had learned the spell to make them weightless. Weirder yet, she found herself considering the suggestion, albeit briefly. It was true that strengthening one’s body also increased their mana capacity and raw output. One of her aunts had sworn by the art of Muscle Magic. A strange witch, that one. After a moment of stunned silence, the young noble cleared her throat. “Ahem, it is very generous of you to offer... But I am afraid that I cannot accept, for I could never meet your expectations as a disciple.” Not to mention her pride cried at the mere thought of taking orders from him. She entertained the idea of making some flowery excuse, like she would back when other nobles tried to court her. In the end, however, she decided to go with the truth. These two had earned at least that much. “I... have no talent for any manner of physical exercise. Magic is all I have. All I love.” She cast a wistful look at the tome hovering by her side, much like it had been a beloved pet. With a deep sigh, the witch reached for the tome and closed it. “I... am not ready to... kick that guy’s ass, as you so aptly put it...” Since all of them were on the topic of sharing secrets, the witch allowed herself a moment of vulnerability. “I wish to be, but... I am scared...” Admitting it hurt more than she could put into words, but it also made her feel... lighter. Her eyes glimmered with forming tears, but she hastily wiped them on her sleeve. She managed a weak smile. In all honesty, she wasn’t sure what kind of face she was supposed to make anymore. “Pathetic, is it not? The proud heir of the Nevermore clan is scared of one man...” She would have called him a mere mortal, except that there was nothing mere about that mortal. 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Post by Ty on Oct 23, 2020 3:50:02 GMT -8
Tiger Lily listened as Cayle explained his life back on his home planet, part of his culture was different from what was considered magic, and was also forced to face horrors at a young age. The teenager kept a neutral expression, listening to their conversation, and Cayle wanted to train Lilith to her surprise. In earnest, she was not interested in being trained by her boyfriend, because she wanted to train on her own along with Konja to enter the team division of the World Martial Arts Tournament.
“You can still use your magic Lady Nevermore. Against a ki user or a martial artist, you need to be able to utilize your magic at unimaginable speeds, you will not always have the option to face an opponent who also uses magic. You have to be ready to face any kind of danger!” Ty curled her fingers to form first, in an attempt to motivate her friend to still remain true to herself, and anticipate anything that came her way.
When Lilith revealed she was scared of the man who destroyed everything she held dear, she frowned, this ass hole was hoping that she would enact her revenge, and he would rise to fame. “What will it take for you to find your courage? Should we go look for some hidden treasure to help boost your magic?”
A sigh escaped her lips, there had to be a solution for her dear friend, this was the first time she could not solve a problem with her fists. Lilith needed to face her nemesis, if she did it, or Cayle even, it would not ease the torment in her heart, and she would still be haunted by the nightmare of everything she lost to this man.
“We are here for you, whenever you need us, Cayle and I will take the time out of our lives to help you so that you can finally move on from the past.” [326] [6,829] Lilith Nevermore Cayle Pota
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Post by Cayle Pota on Oct 25, 2020 0:01:37 GMT -8
Had Lilith expressed her thoughts about wickedness, Cayle would have likely mentioned the obvious – those who would paint people with great abilities as monsters were simply filled with the monster of jealousy and envy themselves. From Cayle's world view, to willingly harm another took a very good reason, an extreme sense of detachment, or in the case of many of his fellow 'pure blooded' Saiyans, especially those whom would claim to be Elites? The emotional development of a childish bully, taking joy from pain caused to others.
To the rest, Cayle was largely silent, listening to Lilith's responses and taking them in, as well as listening to Tiger Lily's remarks. For a full minute as they talked, he didn't respond, even after they were done talking. He took his time to take a few bites of his roasted beef and vegetables, before taking a spoon of mashed potatoes, and savoring it. When it was done, the icy blue eyed Saiyan took the spoon out of his mouth and placed it beside his plate. It would be something that would take some careful knowledge of etiquette to reference, but it was the exact proper placement of such an utensil upon his napkin.
“I never said you'd have to fight with your body, simply master it.” he looked to the witch, “When we first met you were asking about the Turtle School. It's founder, the great Muten Roshi, was famous in part for a technique he had mastered in addition to his training. Some call it 'Max Power', and some call it 'Muscle Form', but whichever – it is simply a mastery of the body and the spirit, a strengthening of the body with willpower and spirit energy, the same way you change the temperature of the air and cause a sudden blast of ice.”
Cayle wasn't a human, and did not have an Earthling's ideal of the mystical arts, nor those of the scientific arts – and to him in fact they were mystical sciences, they had to be. How else would a spell book work? Because the same trigger words for magic wouldn't work, some might call a fireball with a 'Fuego!', and another might call it with a 'Fira!', and yet another might call it with a 'Spicy Pepper Blast!' and yet it would be the same. The ways he had heard Lilith talk about magic when freezing the people of that town and attempting to freeze Cayle, and when she had unfroze them? It sounded ritualistic, pattern filled, like the checklists of a scientific experiment. So this, the events of the temple and its Shadow Anomaly, and his interactions with Kiryu? They combined to make him think of mystic as a science and an art. The only thing truly similar to magic? Cooking. Both had recipes which any layman could follow, but a true master would know the ingredients which were being used to the point they could improvise and change things on the drop of a pin.
“So too, an energy blast is just a rudimentary, untamed release of magic. So if they run on the same fuel, be they a tractor or a motorcycle – they drive the same way. If you think you won't be able to handle martial arts training, we don't have to do a traditional martial arts training, but if you change your mind we can try it anyways – it's as much about learning when to dodge as it is when to punch after all.”
He took a sip of his drink, before looking to the lavender haired witch, then Tiger Lily, “What I can offer you in addition to that training, is the chance of practice in a safe situation. Belmont wouldn't dare attack you in any place I consider my domain, and if he did, we would send him running. More than that, if he was able to beat a long lived and skilled a family as your Clan was,” he didn't even say purportedly was, how nice of him, “Then he might have some level of super martial arts training. Meaning you would benefit from being able to test your spells on super martial artists, and potentially would benefit from training along side them. Their basic spells, the techniques they use, might prove to be an inspiration to you after all.”
He took another bite, “I won't pressure you, though the offer remains on the table. I think it would provide an useful amount of experience for the both of us, and more than that, while I can find out about scientific things easily, magic is far from my reach, and I could use your help as an advisor on the mystic matters.”
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Post by Lilith Nevermore on Oct 26, 2020 1:20:17 GMT -8
Never had the witch thought she would see the day when a couple of uneducated peasants could form a sensible argument... Hm, then again, these two were actually royalty and the signs of education were clearly present. So she still had not seen the day. Hmph, well, anyhow... As much as it pained her to admit, both of them presented fair points, well made. Magic took finesse, both mental and physical. Being able to perform the ritual motions quicker, while dodging danger, would be undeniably useful. While fighting directly was not her preference, most opponents didn’t leave her much choice in the matter. Ty’s question about hidden treasure hit a sore spot. Like a careless poke against a fresh bruise. Lilith visibly winced. Tact certainly wasn’t this outspoken girl’s strong suit. “Ah... Well, there are some artifacts...” She coiled her finger in a beckoning motion and the black tome slid closer. The pages fluttered open. “I was investigating clues about their whereabouts when Cayle found me...” She paused briefly, hesitantly. “...interrogating the locals.” Technically true. She had only been after information, which had been repeatedly denied from her. The turning pages stopped on a spread detailing two artifacts in particular, with clearly hand-drawn sketches and notes arranged in careful chaos. One page described a mysterious bag that once belonged to a wise sage. Supposedly it could create semi-mythical healing beans. Most sentences on the page ended with a question mark, including the one noting the bag’s connection to ancient fighters. The other page, meanwhile, was a far more detailed description of the Crystal Ball of Grand Witch Baba. She showed the pages to her hosts, trailing a finger along the notes. “Unfortunately both are now beyond my reach... One has been lost to time, if it ever existed to begin with, while the other has chosen Sir Miyazawa as its owner.” Come to think of it, back in the Maze of Mirrors, Sir Miyazawa had wanted to talk to her about something related to artifacts... Unfortunately unforeseen events had forced him to depart hastily. She still wondered what all that had been about. With a heavy sigh, the witch snapped the tome shut. “No matter... I no longer have the resources to pursue treasures...” Her crimson eyes focused on the martial artist clarifying his offer. The offer of a safe haven rang especially tempting. To be able to sleep without casting protective warding would be a rare gift. She nodded at the man’s good guess, or perhaps calling it keen intuition would be more respectful. “Correct. Belmont is human only in the loosest sense of the word. His strength, agility and durability are all inhuman. Worse yet, he seemed impervious to most forms of magic...” Her gaze narrowed. “Much like you.” There were some unsettling similarities between the two... After an eerily long pause, Lilith finally responded. “I have a feeling I shall regret this...” She was not particularly gifted in the art of divination, unlike her grandmother, but even she got scarce glimpses every now and then. Right now, they were giving her deep, unsettling chills. Something about this man didn’t feel right to her. “Yet denying my curious nature would bring even greater regret. Very well. I accept your generous offer of a trade.” Yes, a trade. She was not asking for h... heee... assistance of any kind. No, she was simply exchanging knowledge, comparing notes, as they say. “You teach me how to kill martial artists and in exchange I will teach you all you wish to know about magic.” She considered it a fair trade. However, soon after agreeing, the young noble hurried to present a humble request. If her haughty default demeanor could ever be considered humble by any measure. “But please... please... Never again claim magic is even remotely related to energy blasts...” She folded her arms and raised her nose with a cold scoff. “Frankly, it is like comparing singing to flatulence. Hmph.” She still had her pride as a witch and she would not let anyone trample on it, unintentionally or otherwise. These two truly were... tactless. Words: 685 | 8885 Natural PL at start: 12,251 Tags: Cayle Pota Ty
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Post by Ty on Nov 3, 2020 9:12:50 GMT -8
Tiger Lily mused on the idea of hunting for treasure, it seemed Lilith was interested, but it required more research in discovering its location first. At the end of their conversation, the witch agreed to improve her magic, in order to teach Cayle, while he showed her how to take down a full blooded saiyan like himself. After fighting her boyfriend once in her lifetime, it was not an easy feat, and even Ty lacked training.
“Eh, I tried to take Cayle down before, along with a friend. He is really strong but if you can cast your magic early in the fight to slow him down then you might have a chance. The experience will be valuable when the time comes to face your nemesis.” Ty nodded as she sipped her mandrake tea, “I plan to train under Cayle sometime after the World Martial Arts Tournament, I am doing my own personal training, along with our friend Konja, before I decide to take him on as my mentor. I won’t know the difference between training on my own and being taught the art of war unless I experience both, ya know?”
The redheaded teenager narrowed her ocean teal eyes at the mention of killing Martial Artist, she may have only known the path of joy martial arts, but erasing an opponent from existence was not one of them. “Lady Nevermore, perhaps you meant to defeat martial artists? You’re not like Belmont, a killer who kills a killer is a killer, I am sure you refuse to be influenced by someone who murdered your clan. Torture is better.”
Ty said the last statement rather flatly, if Lilith had been suffering this entire time alone, in all fairness Belmont needed to be taught a lesson that could last his entire existence while still being allowed to live. In a way, it was a stark reminder that crime does not pay, the witch could still enact her justice with the help of the World Government, and Lilith would be seen as a hero.
“Just move into our spare bedroom here in Pilaf Land. You can begin training with Cayle as soon as you are ready. Do you have a capsule corp phone, Lady Nevermore? Or do you have other methods to contact someone? With magic?!”
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Post by Cayle Pota on Nov 21, 2020 0:55:50 GMT -8
“Suffering and determination are the keys to endurance, be it from torture, physical pain, mental pain, emotional pain, or simple annoyance.” he said, not as a detraction as to what she said about this Belmont fellow, but something of an answer to it. Cayle didn't care when he had been frozen and fought on because pain wasn't something that mattered in comparison to broken principles.
To the rest, the Saiyan was silent, listening to the Noblewoman-Witch, and not even showing a gasp at the idea of teaching her to kill martial artists. Enemies were enemies, regardless of what they were- and anyone who believed that a practitioner of the martial arts was some how ideal, heroic, or worth not putting into danger. There were plenty of martial artists who Cayle would happily pummel into the ground if they threatened people, and indeed there was an entire genre of Martial Arts film which featured evil or malicious martial artists who beat up the hero in the beginning of the story and launch the hero on a story of self-betterment.
Were it not for the self-imposed doctrine and perchance for darkness from Lilith, that story would effectively be her own- young heroine defeated by a great martial artist and having their family killed only to search for power to get revenge in time.
To the comparison of energy blasts and magic being the same as flatulence and singing, the Saiyan simply smirked. “You're the expert, so if you say so about magic, so be it.” Not that it effected his world view. A spell was an application of Ki. An energy blast was too. As was a powered up punch.
“You're welcome to stay here in our tree house when you're training, or at quarters on Ensalada Island, should you wish.” he remarked, not referencing the fact that Ty had just suggestion that torture was some how less bad than murder, Cayle shrugged. He didn't actually think that was something Ty would normally say but then again this wasn't a normal situation, either.
“I'd personally not kill them, or torture them, but instead force them to bend the knee- but your choice is your choice. First we need to finish this meal, and then we can discuss the more fine details of your training.”
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Post by Lilith Nevermore on Nov 23, 2020 3:19:49 GMT -8
Even when the two martial artists tried to explain the absurd endurance as sheer strength or determination, the young witch remained skeptical. It couldn’t be that simple... Could it? Her silent pondering was pushed aside by the irritating smirk and the implication it carried. “Hmph, I do indeed say so.” At this rate, the man would insist something utterly silly, like how magic could be employed in the service of punching. Uncle Boris had been the black sheep of the family for a reason. His secrets of ‘muscle magic’ and ‘casting fist’ would die with the rest of his shameful legacy. Granted, she did know said secrets... But her interest was purely academic! Who would even be foolish enough to want to learn such drivel for actual use? Lilith was all primed to roll her eyes when Ty rebuffed the idea of killing the worthless dog. “I know what I meant.” She was used to hearing naive fools prattle on about murder not being justice and other such nonsense. ...So her shock was palpable when the walking ray of sunshine casually suggested torture instead. She stared back blankly. “Oh... I... uh... had not... considered that...” Still rather baffled, she tripped and stumbled over her words. Much to her continued amazement -albeit milder this time- Cayle proposed slavery as an alternative. Another idea that hadn’t crossed her mind until now. “...I am beginning to see what you two have in common.” She just wasn’t quite sure which one of them harbored greater hidden darkness. The young noble tried to regain her composure, despite the unexpected... reveals, would be the word? Everyone had darkness inside them, of course. She just never expected Ty’s to manifest this... directly. Still, it was obvious the naive child was far too kind and trusting, inviting a stranger to her home so eagerly. “Move here? I couldn’t...” However, when the not-so-naive man shared the same suggestion, the untrusting noble had to admit defeat. She sighed heavily. “If you insist... But only for the duration of our deal. May it be one part of the contract.” Yes, she was not some homeless harlot accepting handouts. This was simply a trade. Shelter and protection for knowledge and expertise. Rulers had done the same for centuries. Unfortunately, the red-headed girl was still eager to shake the pale lady’s world view further. When the starry-eyed teen mentioned a mystical item known as a phone, the puzzled witch was left speechless. The awkward silence kept swelling in size, until she couldn’t bear its weight on her head anymore. “Uh... I... have a messenger raven...” Yes, really. To demonstrate, she lifted her wand from her belt and spoke the magic words. “From the shadows of my home, I summon thee. Come forth, messenger of darkness.” In a wisp of smoke, a black raven appeared before her. A tiny, handcrafted pouch hung from its neck, bearing the three-pronged circle seal of her clan. “His name is Nevermore.” Of course it was. The Raven hopped along the table, approaching his owner’s plate. He eyed the remaining sushi rolls curiously. Hungrily. “Caw?” Somehow, it sounded pretty polite. In turn, the lady nodded. “You may.” With permission given, the bird dug into the fishy treat. Deftly he snatched rice and bits of fish into his beak. “Caw caw.” The witch quickly brought her hand to her lips, hiding what seemed like... a gentle smile. “He finds the sushi acceptable and offers his thanks.” Well, he sure was wolfing down the ‘acceptable’ treat. Likewise, the witch helped herself to some more fish. Finishing the meal was, perhaps, the best idea she had heard all day. One should never negotiate on an empty stomach. Words: 615 | 9500 Natural PL at start: 12,251 Tags: Cayle Pota Ty
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Post by Ty on Nov 24, 2020 1:17:21 GMT -8
There was a moment of silence to finish the meal at the table, there was still so much food left after the teenage girls had their fill, as it was Cayle who kept eating by the end of it.
“I am satisfied now Cayle.” Ty nodded, “You always make plenty of food to feed twenty people. If we expand the tree house we will need a place for cold storage for leftover vacuum sealed meals for the times you’re not around to cook.”
Lilith had not considered that killing a criminal was too easy a punishment for someone who murdered everyone in her Kingdom only sparing her out of pity or expecting her to become a famous wicked witch for the monster hunter to reap what he sowed. Ty raised a brow as she muttered at the idea, “You have suffered long enough Lady Nevermore. It is time to pay Belmont back double for all his evil deeds and make him understand how it feels to live in turmoil without ever being able to enjoy freedom ever again.”
Of course Tiger Lily believed a lifetime prison sentence would suffice, even the elderly who requested clemency as they neared their death bed were often not spared due to the gravity of their crimes, it was up to the community and the Word Government to decide their fate.
As the question of how to keep in contact arose, Lilith used her magic again to summon a raven, Ty had stars in her eyes as the bird arrived it even took the time to eat from the table after its master gave it permission, proving it held manners.
“So Nevermore will live here if you need to leave? Then we just talk to him to fetch you? Is that it?” The red head tilted her head, curious in how the process of a messenger raven worked, and was equally as eager to find out the truth. [323] [7,569] Cayle Pota Lilith Nevermore
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Post by Cayle Pota on Nov 24, 2020 3:08:30 GMT -8
Alien, Barbarian, Savage, Peasant, even 'Monkey' or 'Ape', whatever derisive noun chosen to describe Cayle Pota, son of Pota Potaset- they did not change the fact that he was clever, and that he was prone to trying to think of things. The Belmont statement wasn't made out of malice- but rather simple feudal pragmatism. If he was that strong, Lilith would be a fool to not consider forcing him to work for her when she got stronger – all the strength Belmont had accrued would be wasted, and she would be weaker for not having it to her beck and call. That was why the Saiyans who challenged him for leadership of the Pickles remained alive after he beat them, it was a waste of strength for his fledgling kingdom-tribe otherwise.
Cayle didn't explain it that way, though – he wasn't an person who was a buffoon when it came to manners, he understood it was rude. So he simply walked into the kitchen and then back out with a capsule container. Immediately after he began to open the capsules and using the storage equipment that appeared after being pressed to store food within it. Without hesitating, he packed at least six meals for Lilith, knowing the capsules should keep them fresh. Then he resealed the capsules and walked to the young witch before she left, eyeballing this bird – what did raven or crow taste like? Was it like Ostrich Chicken? Raptor Chicken? Chicken Chicken? He wondered, but didn't ask- again, rudeness was not beyond his grasp, and instead handed the bag of capsules to Lilith.
“Make sure to eat, please. Nutrition is important for survival and we can't have you looking less than you are by eating an order of value menu fries from Majin Moo's.”
He didn't ask about the bird, Lilith would either explain more or Tiger Lily had had it explained to her. The Saiyan almost considered why Lilith might not have a cell phone, but mostly decided that it must simply not be her style. Imagine, Lilith crooning 'Why don't you call me on my cell phone?' No, it wasn't a thing anyone should see.
Perhaps Kiryu.
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Post by Lilith Nevermore on Nov 26, 2020 4:38:35 GMT -8
Lilith absolutely hated admitting when others were right... It implied that a lowly mortal could, somehow, hold knowledge she had failed to consider. But for Ty, she was willing to make an exception. The girl did make an excellent point after all. Paying back double sounded enticing. Her lips curled into a cruel, little smile. “Yes... I do believe you are right...” Dark ideas flooded her mind of all the horrid ways she could make him suffer. Curses, torture devices, making him listen to modern music... So many methods, so little time. Fortunately, the presence of Nevermore offered a more positive conversation topic. The dark thoughts swirled down the imaginary drain, as the sunny girl brought up the beloved pet. “Caw.” Accompanied by a firm nod, the answer may have been clear without a translator, but the witch clarified anyway. “Correct. Nevermore has been enchanted with my magic. He understands people and always knows where to find me.” In response, the raven nodded again and flapped its wings. “Caw caw. Caw caw caw. Caw.” However, his eager attempt at communication was stopped by a slender finger gently brushing his head. “...Slow down, I am not translating all that.” She pointed at the pouch hanging from his neck. “For longer messages, I suggest giving him a note.” He was a reliable and clever, little postman. Soon enough, the lithe lady found herself sated. Full even. She had eaten a whole five mouthfuls instead of the usual three. Wiping her mouth on a napkin, she voiced her contentment calmly as always. “Thank you for the meal. It was... surprisingly satisfactory.” She couldn’t go around offering praise too carelessly. People might get the wrong idea. She cast an idle glance at Cayle packing the rest of the food. Any curiosity she had towards the process was killed by the use of technology. Hmph, why not simply store the food in a sensible manner and summon it when needed? She couldn’t understand how mortal minds worked... Especially not when the generous man suddenly offered a whole bag of meals. Lilith stared back, utterly dumbfounded. “What...?” She let his jab at her sickly thin perfectly petite figure slide only because of shock. At a quick glance, she counted at least six capsules, each containing a hefty helping of food. That was roughly eighteen meals! All this food would last her a week, if not more. She shifted her gaze quickly between the offered bag and the man himself. ...He was thinking something rude, wasn’t he? Hmph, well, whatever it was, at least he had enough tact to keep it to himself. So... Swallowing her pride just for a brief moment... The witch accepted the offering. “Thank you. Truly, you are too generous... I mean it.”Words: 460 | 9960 Natural PL at start: 12,251 Tags: Cayle Pota Ty
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Post by Ty on Jul 11, 2021 23:10:06 GMT -8
Tiger Lily observed her boyfriend take good care of Lilith, packing her the extra food in vacuum seals, and then placing the food inside DynoCapsules for her journey since the teenage witch had no intentions to extend her stay in the tree house. While the red headed teen was curious about where the witch lived, whether it was Pilaf Land, or otherwise she would have to ask another time until it was appropriate to bring up. Especially since her home was destroyed by the monster hunter that tormented her psyche until the day she could bring the criminal to justice.
“Alright! We will take good care of Nevermore in your absence. I am sure we can reprogram the robots to include a daily sushi feeding schedule and if necessary I can ask my uncle Toad Lily for a check up too. He is a Doctor who specializes in the treatment of multiple races of earth, he graduated from South City university when he was thirteen, and he continues his studies and majors in different fields so that he can treat anyone and anything!”
The teenage redhead admired her uncle’s intellect, she learned how to refine her own healing abilities with ki with his advice, despite not being adept in ki himself he understood it well enough because he was a genius.
It seemed the witch was unfamiliar with Majin Moo’s which was just as well given fried food was ‘a sometimes food’ and if Lilith ate it she would never get stronger eating that type of sustenance as part of her diet.
“Yeah, make sure you eat properly to stay healthy, and you will be stronger in no time like me!” Ty was genuinely looking forward to Lilith becoming equally as strong as her so they could fight on even ground someday. It was her saiyan side of building a solid foundation of an unbreakable friendship which is how she became best friends with Achido. [323] [7,892] Starting PL: 17,300 Lilith Nevermore Cayle Pota
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Post by Cayle Pota on Jul 14, 2021 14:40:27 GMT -8
Cayle was neutral in expression after his internal chuckle at the idea of Lilith using a modern day communicator or cell phone. As she told him and Tiger Lily about the bird, he took note of what she said. Leave it to her to have a phone relay service in the sense of having a bird, instead of just having a cell phone like a normal person.
Either way, he shook his head in negative at her saying that he was too generous. As Tiger Lily interceded, he simply nodded before speaking up on his own. “Tiger Lily has the root of it. This isn't just me giving you the food for no reason, or out of pity. It's because you're a potential friend and an ally, and a person doesn't learn well with bad nutrition. There's a reason why I learned how to cook earth foods, and it's to be a master of my own nutrition and sure that anyone I'm around doesn't have to worry about sabotage from the way things go with food that isn't up to par.”
He extended his hand to the witch, offering her a hand shake before she left.
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Post by Lilith Nevermore on Jul 15, 2021 3:08:06 GMT -8
When Ty mentioned daily sushi, the raven started hopping happily. “Caw, caw~” Sheer joy rang through the raspy caws. With a quick flap of wings, it perched on the bright girl’s shoulder and nuzzled against her. Clearly it liked the idea of staying here. ...Which in turn invited a venomous glare from its owner. ...What? Jealous? Preposterous. She was not jealous. Just... Worried. About his diet. Lilith brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Hmph, nuts and berries will do fine. With daily sushi, that dumb bird would end up too fat to fly within a week.” Said dumb bird stared back and voiced a firm protest. “Caw!” It was met with a chill spreading across the air, as the girl’s tone darkened. “You dare speak to me in that tone of voice, boy?” There was a hesitant pause... The raven glanced at the orange-haired girl. “...Caw.” And quickly sought shelter on top of her head. The witch briefly brandished her wand, before relenting. While she was most confident in her aim, she refused to risk harming even a single hair on the Queen’s head. Through gritted teeth, she issued the bird a warning. “Tch, do not push your luck. If you cause her highness any trouble whatsoever, I will curse you into a newt.” That silenced the cheeky bird. Much to the young noblewoman’s dismay, both the King and the Queen seemed to share the sentiment about... gah... eating properly. “As you command, your highness.” She could not disobey a direct order... Reluctantly she shook the ruler’s large hand. Her dislike towards touching aside, this was also always an unpleasant reminder of her small stature. Physically and socially. Without uttering another word, Lilith stepped back, bowed and walked away. As the door closed behind her, she stopped briefly to examine the bag. She had... completely forgotten to ask how these strange capsules worked... Tch, no matter. A genius such as herself would figure it out effortlessly. Calling her broom to her side, she rose to the darkening sky. Today’s events felt... Strange. From being invited to live here to being roped into a training agreement, it all felt quite unreal. Like a whole year worth of unlikely events condensed into a single day. Brushing the thoughts aside, the witch vanished into the horizon. First, she needed to make a trip home... And then... Well, that was a story for another time. ((Exit Lilith stage left~!))Words: 404 | 10,364 Natural PL at start: 12,251 Tags: Cayle Pota Ty
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