05-10-2007, 04:58 AM
OOC: Continued from ?Reticence? on Earth-Sei.
The cyan haired princess had to admit; having been whisked thousands of years into the past and back didn?t make her feel nearly as accomplished as she assumed it should have. Still, she was home; both in the sense of time and space.
Even so, life - at least for Bra - was hardly about to stand still. Even from the sanctity of the Capsule Corporation compound she had just hardly set foot upon, she could hear a burgeoning crowd in the distance.
Loud rabble filtered over the traffic and bustle of the enormous city, catching the girl?s ear. Normally, the girl would have sincerely considered simply going home and getting some sleep, but the gentle pull of Exosus? limited power insisted - demanded - that she go investigate.
With a rather uninviting half-scowl, the girl took to the skies, and gently coasted up over the pair of city blocks between the Briefs mansion and a square which was absolutely infested with dozens of high-powered ki signatures.
Immediately, she saw it. ?Dante?s Abyss?. Ugh. The demi saiyan floated down toward a sign-up desk. She hated Dante?s Abyss. Absolutely hated it! But the newly-empowered Exosus exerted her will, bringing her closer and closer to the desk.
Subconscious messages skittered through the heiress? mind: proving herself, making a show of force, using the interplanetary celebrity of the event to make her message known; she would defeat all of her foes in this false battle of titans, and then when they were crippled with fear, Bra would annihilate the Changelings with the aid of the saiyan military, and perhaps even use some of Dante?s Abyss? fans or resources in her favor.
The festering hatred for those pale-skinned oppressors was enough for teal haired hybrid to push her way to the front of the line. The clerk - a slightly overweight, goateed man wearing glasses - offered her a sidelong glance before returning to his paperwork.
?I?m signing up. DA, right?? Bra inquired.
?Huh?? the man looked up. He raised an eyebrow. ?Uh, you??
Gritting her teeth, the princess grasped the clerk by his collar and hefted him up out of his chair. Bra raised her fist level with the clerk?s face. Ethereal flames leapt off her elegant, gloved hand, and immediately the desk jockey burst into a cold sweat.
?Okay, okay, okay! Just... okay. Your name, and some personal information, p-please!? exclaimed the clerk. The beautiful empress released him, dumping him back into his chair.
?I?m Princess Bra Briefs, of the Vegeta Dynasty, ruling family of Vegeta-Sei. I?m seventeen, was a super saiyan by the age of eleven, and I?m a whole hell of a lot stronger now than I was back then.? retorted the halfling with an uncharacteristic smirk of arrogance.
?Okay, any special techniques you have that might set you apart from the average fighter?? replied the clerk, whose name tag read that his name was Raymond.
?Nothing too special. This one?s kinda neat, though.? Bra replied, throwing her hands into the air. The very sky itself darkened a significant degree for a moment, before all returned to normal. The husky Raymond already seemed to be scribbling something down.
?The Genki Dama. Yes, we?ve seen this before; certainly not original, but very powerf-wha??
A hole tore through the air itself above the cyan haired warrior?s hands. The two-dimensional abyss widened, and from the hellish whirlwind of shrieking and black and purple leapt a hideous, two tailed, four-legged monstrosity, lacking eyes and a nose, but endowed with dozens of deadly teeth.
The monstrosity hissed menacingly, before unleashing a deadly pillar of energy into the sky. Smoke gently drifted from the creature?s translucent body, as light bent and twisted through it?s muscles and out the other side.
?Wh-what the hell is that?!? exclaimed Raymond.
?Shadow monster thing. His name?s Snowball.? replied Bra.
?Snowball??
?Yeah.? the empress repeated, completely deadpan.
?Well... that certainly is... new. Alright, cool. Just come over here, I gotta take a couple file photos. Promotional stock, mostly. Bring the fans in and stuff.?
Rolling her eyes, the half-blooded noble followed the heavy-set clerk over to a camera, and stood, with most of her weight on one foot, very much like the famous statue of David she had seen once a long time ago, her variation, however, was that she?d decided to cross her arms, rather than leave them dangling by her sides.
The flash went off, and Raymond offered a thumbs up, evidently satisfied with the picture he had taken. Bra had already taken to the teleportation platform, when the clerk so astutely informed her that she was, indeed, to head to the teleportation platform.
If incompetence were punishable by death, she mused, there would be very few people left for her to interact with. Lately, she had been wondering more and more about wether or not that would be a bad thing.
Shrugging it off, she stepped into the teleportation field, was split into atoms, and vanished.
The cyan haired princess had to admit; having been whisked thousands of years into the past and back didn?t make her feel nearly as accomplished as she assumed it should have. Still, she was home; both in the sense of time and space.
Even so, life - at least for Bra - was hardly about to stand still. Even from the sanctity of the Capsule Corporation compound she had just hardly set foot upon, she could hear a burgeoning crowd in the distance.
Loud rabble filtered over the traffic and bustle of the enormous city, catching the girl?s ear. Normally, the girl would have sincerely considered simply going home and getting some sleep, but the gentle pull of Exosus? limited power insisted - demanded - that she go investigate.
With a rather uninviting half-scowl, the girl took to the skies, and gently coasted up over the pair of city blocks between the Briefs mansion and a square which was absolutely infested with dozens of high-powered ki signatures.
Immediately, she saw it. ?Dante?s Abyss?. Ugh. The demi saiyan floated down toward a sign-up desk. She hated Dante?s Abyss. Absolutely hated it! But the newly-empowered Exosus exerted her will, bringing her closer and closer to the desk.
Subconscious messages skittered through the heiress? mind: proving herself, making a show of force, using the interplanetary celebrity of the event to make her message known; she would defeat all of her foes in this false battle of titans, and then when they were crippled with fear, Bra would annihilate the Changelings with the aid of the saiyan military, and perhaps even use some of Dante?s Abyss? fans or resources in her favor.
The festering hatred for those pale-skinned oppressors was enough for teal haired hybrid to push her way to the front of the line. The clerk - a slightly overweight, goateed man wearing glasses - offered her a sidelong glance before returning to his paperwork.
?I?m signing up. DA, right?? Bra inquired.
?Huh?? the man looked up. He raised an eyebrow. ?Uh, you??
Gritting her teeth, the princess grasped the clerk by his collar and hefted him up out of his chair. Bra raised her fist level with the clerk?s face. Ethereal flames leapt off her elegant, gloved hand, and immediately the desk jockey burst into a cold sweat.
?Okay, okay, okay! Just... okay. Your name, and some personal information, p-please!? exclaimed the clerk. The beautiful empress released him, dumping him back into his chair.
?I?m Princess Bra Briefs, of the Vegeta Dynasty, ruling family of Vegeta-Sei. I?m seventeen, was a super saiyan by the age of eleven, and I?m a whole hell of a lot stronger now than I was back then.? retorted the halfling with an uncharacteristic smirk of arrogance.
?Okay, any special techniques you have that might set you apart from the average fighter?? replied the clerk, whose name tag read that his name was Raymond.
?Nothing too special. This one?s kinda neat, though.? Bra replied, throwing her hands into the air. The very sky itself darkened a significant degree for a moment, before all returned to normal. The husky Raymond already seemed to be scribbling something down.
?The Genki Dama. Yes, we?ve seen this before; certainly not original, but very powerf-wha??
A hole tore through the air itself above the cyan haired warrior?s hands. The two-dimensional abyss widened, and from the hellish whirlwind of shrieking and black and purple leapt a hideous, two tailed, four-legged monstrosity, lacking eyes and a nose, but endowed with dozens of deadly teeth.
The monstrosity hissed menacingly, before unleashing a deadly pillar of energy into the sky. Smoke gently drifted from the creature?s translucent body, as light bent and twisted through it?s muscles and out the other side.
?Wh-what the hell is that?!? exclaimed Raymond.
?Shadow monster thing. His name?s Snowball.? replied Bra.
?Snowball??
?Yeah.? the empress repeated, completely deadpan.
?Well... that certainly is... new. Alright, cool. Just come over here, I gotta take a couple file photos. Promotional stock, mostly. Bring the fans in and stuff.?
Rolling her eyes, the half-blooded noble followed the heavy-set clerk over to a camera, and stood, with most of her weight on one foot, very much like the famous statue of David she had seen once a long time ago, her variation, however, was that she?d decided to cross her arms, rather than leave them dangling by her sides.
The flash went off, and Raymond offered a thumbs up, evidently satisfied with the picture he had taken. Bra had already taken to the teleportation platform, when the clerk so astutely informed her that she was, indeed, to head to the teleportation platform.
If incompetence were punishable by death, she mused, there would be very few people left for her to interact with. Lately, she had been wondering more and more about wether or not that would be a bad thing.
Shrugging it off, she stepped into the teleportation field, was split into atoms, and vanished.
"I wasted time and now time doth waste me."
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"I just made you up to hurt myself, and it worked."
"I just made you up to hurt myself, and it worked."