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"Limbo" Agatha (w) vs. Zakuro (Complete); Forum Gem Spar
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Downtime abounded in the world Daikon believed to be Fairfield. The man, certain he had been deceased now for a slow blink of eternity, found himself spending more and more time in a mind-crafted reflection of his room on Vegeta. The simple room even had a functioning door that, on mornings before he remembered that none of this was traditionally “real,” opened to the hostel-like excuse for a military barracks reserved for the very worst warriors of his homeworld. All the same, the rusted metal room filled with songs composed by the skittering feet of the red planet’s rodent population yielded some nostalgic comfort for his confused, surrendered mind.

The saiyan lay in his bed, sighing and turning listlessly in the silence of his afterlife. Saiyan scripture of celebratory battle-halls and glorious, endless war had been a bit overstated. Then again, he hadn’t believed much in such tales in the first place. Perhaps his lukewarm faith and uselessness as a soldier had tucked him into the lower levels of his people’s paradise. A scouter beeped at his bedside table; the blue earpiece always showed up when he had a visitor. He never checked it for a power reading as he lacked any faith in the accuracy of any device in this ethereal world. Whoever it was would show up, demand their battle, and then disappear again to leave him alone with his waiting.

Dragging his head to the right, he watched the door for whoever he had waited for this time.

WC 251
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Agatha Jo
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Agatha breathed in deep, then exhaled out slowly.

By the time she'd opened her eyes, her real surroundings had melted away and she found herself... in a prison? Barracks? Bright amber eyes blinked once in confusion, then twice. "Huh..." the woman said mildly as she turned in a slow circle. Of all the places her gem had taken her before, it had never taken her anywhere like this. She wondered briefly if this was a real location, or just something generated by the crystal. Hopefully there weren't any guards patrolling, or they were going to have an awful lot of questions about who she was and how she got in...

She sensed someone nearby who was at least strong enough to be singled out from anyone else around. Her opponent, perhaps? Was she to fight a soldier, or maybe another criminal? Agatha's mind flitted briefly back to her encounter with Nine before she brushed that memory aside and forged ahead, passing barren walls down an empty hallway littered with unmarked doors. It should be an interesting encounter, to say the least.

Walking softly, Agatha moved down the hall, tracking the power level she felt until she found a room with a young man in it. Choosing to ignore the odd setting, she brushed back a stray dreadlock of her red-orange hair. "Hello," she said pleasantly, a small but genuine smile on her face.

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For no particular reason, it surprised Daikon when a young woman entered his quarters. On Vegeta men and women alike were drafted; gender was not a confounding factor in power level. On a world whose greatest commodity was war they found more creative lines than genital configuration by which to stratify the classes. The surprise, he guessed, was that this was no saiyaness, and on most other civilized worlds they were still keeping their females off the battlefield. The woman entered and tucked a strand of very un-saiyan ginger hair behind her ear. Agatha smiled and greeted him. The woman was stunning- a completely unbiased observational point from the dead saiyan’s mind.

Daikon pulled himself into a sitting position as he addressed her, not once breaking eye contact, “You are beautiful.” The sentiment was expressed simply as fact, bland and monotone. “You must have died in war. Most beautiful things are destroyed in war.” The scouter beeped as it collected data on the stranger’s power level, the sudden distraction and his own curiosity inspired him to check the readout despite his cynicism. He reached over with a black gloved hand and held the device up where he could read the lens.

”About 4,000. Does that sound right? It occurred to Daikon that he was acting very strangely, speaking to this woman like an android and forgetting any idea of honor or social nicety. ”Forgive me,” Was that a blush?, ”I am called Daikon. Well, I was before, anyway."

The saiyan rose and bowed. He was belted into black leather armor. It was rather ragtag, sleeveless with belts and hunks of leather fortifying random places. A sort of frontless skirt attached at the waist of his black pants and trailed behind him hanging asymmetrically with the longest point falling just below the middle of his calves. For some reason he felt the need to explain the strange outfit to the woman; it was nothing like customary saiyan armor and it was hardly anything that he himself would choose. Feeling he had prattled long enough, he waited instead for the woman’s introduction.

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Agatha Jo
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Well, that got weird fast. He called her beautiful with the most lackluster voice she'd ever heard, and continued on about things that... wait, what? Why was he going on about death? Still, he seemed to realize he'd rambled a bit. She definitely caught the blush as he introduced himself. Her smile deepened just a hair as she pretended for his sake not to notice.

Closing the distance between them, Agatha extended her hand to shake if he desired. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Daikon. I'm Agatha," she told him. "I must say, I've never been complicated so... academically." There was an obvious twinkle of mirth in her amber eyes. She wasn't offended, or even mocking him; simply trying to lighten the mood a bit. "And while I agree with your assessment that war destroys all things beautiful... I am very much alive."

Why would he think she was dead? Was he? Was that why he spoke so strangely? If that was true, it was a mind blowing revelation. "So, enlighten me, dear Daikon... where are we, exactly?" Agatha asked him, taking a curious look at his rather utilitarian room. The question was one she did want to know the answer to, but it was also mean to give him an opportunity to recover from his rather awkward greeting and get some confidence back under his feet before they sparred.

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Agatha didn’t seem the least bit put off by Daikon’s strange behavior. Like his last opponent, Rilldo, she had yet to accept the fact that she was in fact dead. He was a little disappointed that she hadn’t confirmed the scouter’s power reading, but it wasn’t important. He flinched a little when she extended a hand as though to offer something, but a glance showed there was nothing there. It was obviously some alien greeting custom. Regaining his posture, he noticed that she denied her death but still turned to him for a definition of their current setting. Condescension? Subterfuge? Careful curiosity? Whatever the case, he would take a moment to guide another newcomer through the afterlife orientation process. Sad as it was, it was quickly becoming something of a pastime in the otherwise boring Fighting Grid.

”You are in the warrior afterlife. The Paradise War, Valhalla, The Final Battle, or, more generically, the Fighting Grid.” He felt inclined to cushion that a bit, and added, ”Congratulations on your honorable death. It’s ok, I don’t remember mine either.” He subdued a wince; that hadn’t been much of a save. Daikon’s son of a scientist gene kicked in and he returned the inquiry,

”And where do you think we are, then, if you believe yourself alive?”

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She somehow managed to keep her expression passive while Daikon informed her that she was apparently in the resting place for warriors after they die. There was a moment's pause after he finished talking where she gave thought to how she would respond to this. Was he mad, or telling the truth? If he was telling the truth, was it even possible for a spar gem to allow her to meet someone who was already dead? She was fairly certain it couldn't, but there was always a chance she was wrong. Still, it left only two choices: Either he was a few crayons short of a coloring box, or she'd managed to actually find a way to commune with individuals who had passed into the afterlife.

But, she was not dead. That much she knew.

Giving him a small smile, Agatha tilted her head to the side a bit and let her amber eyes hold his with unwavering certainty. "While I would be quite humbled to be offered a place in death reserved for those who were honorable warriors, even if I were dead it would not make sense for me to be here. I'm not a warrior. I'm an entertainer." As if to prove this, she lifted up the cord around her neck that held the small pan flute, one of the many instruments she played. Her smile widened a bit, though the softness remained. "I also know exactly how I got here, and retain my full memory of the journey."

Reaching into a pocket, she withdrew the small ruby colored gem and held it up for him to see. It was highly likely that he had one himself, stashed in a pocket somewhere. Perhaps a different color or a different cut, but similar size. "This is called a Telepathy Gem. It allows the owner to teleport their conscious to another location somewhere in the universe. At that location, their conscious is manifested with a physical body, which they can use to spar another gem owner whose crystal brought him or her to the same location. There, they can duel as though with real bodies, but cannot die. If one dies or the bond is broken, then they simply return to their real bodies."

When he'd gotten a decent look at the gem, she placed it back in her pocket. "The dead cannot use these gems, Daikon. Nor can a living individual use one to connect with someone who has passed away." Her tone indicated that she understood there were always possibilities, that it was difficult to say anything was truly impossible... but it also conveyed that the likelihood of either of them being dead was slim to none.

He had to have such a gem on or near him somewhere, but it was curious that he couldn't remember all this. Memory loss was not part of the process. For now, she did not speak such things. Instead, she gave him time to react to her words and see what he said. Would he accept her truths, or deny them?

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“Wait, no, this isn’t right.”

He hadn’t meant to say the words aloud. A few inconsistencies with his initial analysis of this world hadn’t been enough to completely disprove it. For instance, first he had assumed that he was in the saiyan afterlife, but then his first opponent had been an android. It wasn’t such a stretch, considering the myriad overlaps in mythologies across the universe, that the afterlife was actually meant for any worthy warrior. Some mixture of misogyny and cultural misunderstanding regarding this woman did lend a very un-warrior-like first impression, but he had left it at that. Now she confirmed her status as a laywoman and spoke confidently and knowledgeably about the world they inhabited and had even procured some loosely associated proof. That was much more than he’d come up with in… well… however long he’d been here.

Taking her advice, he began frisking himself for a stone similar to her’s. The motley leather battle suit had plenty of unexplained lumps that spoke more to poor craftsmanship than to hidden compartments and after much squabbling with belts and clasps his torso was left bare with gloves, boots and trail all cast aside. Daikon frantically shook and searched until a small stone fell and clicked against the metal floor. Upon retrieving it he studied its form; it was a simple, smooth stone like the ones young boys skipped across Lake Solitude on Vegeta. It was black with painted white fissures and a tint of red that gave the illusion of a glowing core within.

“I don’t understand.” Daikon wasn’t really speaking to Agatha anymore. He was stuck in a crouch with a dumbfounded look frozen to his face. “The nightmares… My father…. Those wolves…” The imagined floor of the barracks began to shake as per an earthquake. Rusted metal scraped as the assumed infrastructure was damaged. The young saiyan just sat in his oblivion trying to rearrange the facts of his situation.

WC 325 / 1141
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As she suspected, there was something more going on here than what he perceived. Her mind flashed back to Nine. The look on Daikon's face closely mirrored that of the cyborg she'd encountered not long ago: an expression of confusion, of desperation for answers.

Taking a step back, she gave him space as he frantically began to tear at his armoring. Piece after piece of his clothing came off, and Agatha couldn't help but parallel it to the shedding of the illusions he had been clinging to. In truth, it was those lies that he appeared to be removing more so than his protective gear. Agatha watched him with a compassionate, almost pained expression. She hated this. She hated bearing witness to the pain of others, but he deserved someone to be with him in that painful moment of truth.

He began to ramble, starting to say things that held no meaning to her and finding himself unable to finish putting word to his thoughts. Something was very wrong here. The chill of it dripped down her spine. Stepping toward him once more, Agatha moved very softly so he would know that she was not threatening him. Instead, she reached for his hand that held the gem and cupped it with her own, then used her other hand to close his fingers over the stone.

"I don't know what's been done to you, Daikon, or why you can't remember how you got here. I can sense that something is very wrong, and I have no clues or information to answer the questions you probably have. But I can assure you that you are alive." She gave his hand an encouraging squeeze with both of her own. There was little else she could say, since she knew nothing of his situation.

Stepping back once more, she gave him his personal space back. "Take as much time as you need. We typically cannot return to ourselves until we have sparred, but I can wait for you to gather yourself." Finding a place to sit, Agatha allowed him a moment to process everything. When he was ready, she would be too.

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OOC: I don't think I'll be able to make another post this week so I'm going to make this my last one. Plenty of room for you to tie up loose ends as you like. Give me an idea of who to mark as winner (makes no difference to me) and I'll mark this complete before Sunday night. Looking forward to a proper fight in the future.

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Daikon had all but forgotten about Agatha’s presence. The time he had spent learning to keep his thoughts contained and silenced against his opponents was now for naught. The red-maned woman would be able to hear every question echo through this dream chamber as they entered his mind. “I died on Vegeta… I’ve never been to Frieza… Why there? What is my father doing? Fraternizing with lizrds… Enlisting us in the PTO… Why does he keep me on a leash? IS that me? Why do I dream of devouring animals and ripping men, unprovoked, limb from limb? How can that be me? He is so strong! Is it a he? That can’t be me, it can’t be me. What is this place? Who is this woman? I smell the staleness of the air here as harshly as I feel the cold on Frieza in my dreams. I’ve never been to Frieza. None of this is possible. I don’t understand.”

The words flooded the room all at once, falling like a nuke upon the silence but ending just as suddenly as he felt a firm grip on his hand. Agatha’s words began to bleed through attempting to comfort him. She had hoped to assuage him with the simple hope of being alive. She hadn’t realized that that had been his fear all along. She didn’t know about that starving animal he awoke to every time his eyes shut. She didn’t know that in his dreams he was an unwilling passenger on a terrifying ship on a blood sea. Its mind was nonsense, every second spent thinking of the next meal…

She didn’t know of the painful shocks that disturbed his slumber, or that they were arbitrated by his father. Telltale guilt washed Abokado’s face each time his eyes met this creature, whose name was apparently Zakuro, only to fall away again.

Trying to collect himself, Daikon, Zakuro?, stood too quickly. The thoughts overwhelmed him as he attempted to answer her in his dizziness. Nonsense was all that left his lips as he blacked out. The barracks around him began to collapse, but disintegrated before they could cause harm. The world they had created together disintegrated; they faded from one another’s view as the connection severed and Daikon floated into the new void.

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