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| Yan v. Tomoko(w); Planet / Forum | |
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| Topic Started: Jan 3 2015, 03:51 AM (258 Views) | |
| Bra Brief | Jan 3 2015, 03:51 AM Post #1 |
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So they were at a stadium. It was a strange place to go to, but the woman probably know why Yan and Demi were there; Tomoko had learned about her mom a long time ago. She wasn’t clueless to why were mom was in this situation and it had only helped her mature passed the entire phase which she would have hated her mom for being away all the time. Her mom had no choice just about. It was deeper than just being scattered across time. “Every moment that passes by is a frame of her life. It is a really crappy way to be immortal. There are pieces of her literally froze in that exact second and doing that exact thing over and over again. To us it looks like the comic strip being flipped to animate the object. In reality, she was always just one one page. “It takes strength to move the way she does and how she does. But enough of this, she isn’t eating one of my subordinates today.” Tomoko popped up. Originally she was standing just a little ways away from the stadium with enough space between her and those two to spy on them effectively. When she popped up her arms were up, revealing that brilliantly white underarm and her dress was fluttering about until falling down. She had quite the disapproving look on her face as she stared at her mother. “Let him go now. You did what you wanted. His presence was enough to help you usher through a page. “ This made Demi pout; she was caught. All she wanted to do was have a little fun and it was like Tomoko read her mind. “Please, your little fun always ended with you either pregnant or the one you played with dead. That latter happened the most.” She sighed again, Demi treated this like it was a simple game and that she was caught by her mom or something. “Fine~ I’m sorry Yan dear, but I’m going to have to put this date on hold for now.” It was a first for anyone to see Tomoko this way about her mom. Normally, it is all cheers and happiness and it made Tomoko look blind to how her mom treated her. This was different. Different indeed. WC: 384 |
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| Yan Cass | Jan 3 2015, 05:59 PM Post #2 |
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Yan leaned back, his hands backwards on the cool metal bar they sat on as he looked up to the sky. The answer had not played out yet and as it was nearing something else popped up, or should he say someone. Tomoko’s appearance neither surprised him nor was quite what he expected at that very moment. As Demi pouted so did he, making the scene look like two kids caught in a mess of ridiculous trouble, even if in Tomoko’s eyes it was more one kid bullying another into doing something bad. He bursts into a snort though as Tomoko continued. He kind of understood the danger he was in now, perhaps he always had, and it amused him none the less. As he had once thought over a certain jail mate: it was certainly a way to go. As Demi spoke he simply gave her a smile, the danger averted now with the interruption of a daughter. They were similar, as they both found it a game and while Yan seemed the sincere throughout he had his own gains to squander. ”Another time then my dear praying mantis~” he offers neatly, pushing himself up and turning his attention to Tomoko. He didn’t offer the commander as much of the fluff he’d given her mother though he remained relaxed and at ease, confident in that he was either not in as much danger as her stern face suggested or simply in her rescue. He held out the drink to her generously. ”You like strawberries don’t you?” 267/267 |
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| Bra Brief | Jan 4 2015, 01:48 AM Post #3 |
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“I’m always around! But, I have a feeling that so will my daughter. Oh well, if you are worth saving then you are even more interesting! I guess this is goodbye. At-least you stay with me until the very beginning~” These were meant to be her last words, but she still lingered in the area without leaving. But then, how as she going to leave? Was she going to just poof away and be gone, leaving a trail that begged the question of ‘was she really there in the first place?’ or was she going to walk away? Run away? It could be that she expected them to leave instead and she was going to stay. Tomoko let out a huff of air. “Go find another plaything mom. Yan, come on. Let’s do some like...spying on the Saiyan camps around here or something productive.” But in moments of her saying that, her shoulder started glowing. She winced and looked down at it; it was her tattoos. Shit. “Or I could just drag you with me to the Old Ones, realm against your will?” As she was talking that tattoo, which was hidden beneath the silk of her dress, began to creep around her body with a red glow. It made her body look as if it were cracking like rocks and the red was molten lava. “Azathoth is calling me. I really don’t want to leave you alone with my mom. So I think….I think you are coming with me.” She really did want Yan to be involved with this, but the timing has forced her hand. “I mean you can run if you want. But I don’t have much time before the gate opens… this is going to hurt.” Demi’s eyes widened. “The Yog-sothoth gate is opening? Oh my lord, I want to see this. From the sound of it, you can take him! This means you probably can’t stop me from coming along now can you?” WC: 331 / 715 |
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| Yan Cass | Jan 4 2015, 02:08 AM Post #4 |
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Yan smiles slightly at the comment worth saving, not sure he was. He still didn’t quite understand his worth to the whimsical gatekeeper and even now thought it was more a bit of playful spite against the often irresponsible mother. “This toy is mine.” That was well and good enough for him so far. He blinked though as Demetria did not make a final exit, his smile quirking up a little more. It had been her spot of choosing and she set it up so grandly. It was their cue to leave but he showed a look of clear disinterest at the aspect of spying. Fortunately something else came up. He takes the final swig of the drink since Tomoko refused it, or rather just ignored it, and set the glass gingerly on the metal seat. ”Against my will?” he asks curiously, standing straight again and returning his gaze to her, it drifting down from her face to the tattoo as it began to spread. ”When has anything between you and me needed to be against my will?” It was a fair point and by now it wasn’t like the commander had led him into great fanciful pursuits only. If anything it’d been a rough kind of chaos that seemed to end as roughly as it began. Still, he followed along, dragged into the magnetism she projected even as it waned and waxed, stronger and weaker. Pain wouldn’t bother him much, at least not for long and so instead of running he took a step closer to her, patient. It was obvious he had lost interest in Demetria once more in the wake of her daughter. 286 / 553 |
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| Bra Brief | Jan 4 2015, 02:37 AM Post #5 |
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But it wasn’t painful for neither of them. It was a sudden change for them. Life around them was like a picture frame and pieces of it was burning away until they were on a world the mirrored exactly where they were; it just was covered in rock and laval instead. Tomoko, on the other hand, was kneeling down and breathing heavily; she was trying to catch up. “My whole body hurts.” Standing in-front of them was a man with black hair and silver eyes. He was tall. He was taller than Tomoko would be and he wore traditional armor, greaves and gauntlets made of some kind of metal. “It was seem we have guest as well. Ah, the mother...the one who carried the gate. Even better.” “What are we doing here?” Tomoko was not able to move to her feet. “There is an uprising. I need you to quell it.” “Isn’t that the ruler’s job? Aren’t you just that?” “I need you to quell it without killing the masses. My temper isn’t so forgiving.” “....fine. You are such a child sometimes you know that Aza?” “So your friend… the ginger. What is his name?” “Did you just...did you just call him a ginger?” Demi couldn’t help but laugh. “Well, quell the masses before big bad ruler kills them all. I wonder why not just kill them all?” Tomoko finally was able to stand up. “Because what is a ruler without his subjects, right? We might figure out something else anyway. An uprising is pretty rare here, unless a new resident of the dimension appeared and is causing mischief.” WC: 271 / 986 |
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| Yan Cass | Jan 4 2015, 02:56 AM Post #6 |
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The air changed first, he thought. Traveling once more in a new fashion he took note to the different changes, and the heat Tomoko carried in her seemed to take to the air as the pieces of the world burned up in the dry heat. Like black ash the stadium collapsed into a ruined structure and melted up in the waxy liquid of lava. She hadn’t meant hurt him and he frowned a bit as he watched the toll paid on the younger Kuroda. He seemed stuck to bear witness today, and it wasn’t so much that he minded but it was beginning to sink in a feeling of uselessness. One could only sit back and try to calculate so much. Action had to be taken eventually, and yet the situation was constantly changing and he was at a consistent lost. Perhaps he was becoming weaker under the commander’s force. A man stood before them, almost beastly in his swelling rage, cold in this heated field. Another higher rank to Tomoko and so Yan took him in in his seemingly absent way. Yan always appeared nonchalant and yet each detail seared quickly into him. He found him old and ruined and lazy even as he knew he was supposed to find him impressive. He let Tomoko pass her quips then rolled his eyes at being called a ginger. ”You know, I really am more then my good hair,” he says, still a smirk but doesn’t bother to answer the man and give a name. He took in the surroundings, stretching out his senses to try and get a better understanding of the new environment. ”What is a ruler that cannot quell his anger…?” he asks instead. Turning back instead to Tomoko, a small grin grows. ”My type?” he asks about a newcomer. It was certainly something he would do. 324/877 |
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