The Waiting Game (FINISHED)

[aka]

Returning to the Inn closely behind Draxor who was injured Mesa stopped at the entrance. Her eye brow rose as she leaned back against the wall. Mesa's eyes then scanned the room first the couch then the area where Amaranth stood. She allowed the boy to speak first as it seemed he was worried about a sword that was clearly save in the hands of Amaranth. After he had finished talking Mesa's eye again feel back in to the girls direction.

A smirk fell upon her face as she started to speak. "You lot seem smaller than I remember. However that has no relevance to our current quandary. So I withdraw my statement for now, but If I recall correctly we have just ended a confrontation with an Android. The battle was one side, even if our little friend here was up to par along with myself we would still be nothing more than bird with no song. You on the other had do nothing but watch Amaranth! Forgive me if I sound harsh."

Mesa then stood her self straight up and walks over to the boy helping him over to the sword which he seemed to want in his hands so desperately. "I would say we need a plan for this guy if he so decides to return, but I sense your power level something I could not do when we first met. You're well strong enough to fight that monstrosity on your own. Mesa then reached into her pocket and pulled out her cell phone holding it up so Amaranth could clearly see the phone. "If you're not up to the task!" Mesa lifts both eyebrows quickly as if to say I know someone who will. A first glance of the phone it was clear there was no signal which mean no service and no phone. Without another word she went back to trying to heal Draxor with her healing ability.

[C.haos]

With just enough power from absorbing the frail old man, C.haos grinned, exiting the small cabin. He turned towards the city, and began walking. His walk was that of someone that was out for a stoll. He showed no signs of being in a hurry to collect more energy. Though he was beginning to feel exhaustion for the first time, he knew that the feeling would soon end.

But C.haos was far from happy. He needed something... A technique to increase his power. Not because he was weaker than the saiyan, or human. No, he was much stronger than them. But because the blond girl was much stronger than him. If her even only rivaled her power, the others would be no match for him.

C.haos set upon the city like a starving wolf sets upon a moose. Savagely, quick, and most of all, quietly. He began to absorb humans from the outskirts, devouring them with his mighty tail. It only took a few to return him to his original state, and he felt much better once he was finished.

[ammy]

She eyed him as he followed her, mumbling something about his sword and his father. Amaranth paid little mind, rolling her eyes. She turned her attention to the girl as she started talking. Amaranth flipped her the finger over the smaller comment.

"Someones getting cheeky in their old age, pinkie," she said. This older version didn't act anything like the one from earlier. Definitely more of a loudmouth. Truthfully, Amaranth didn't know which one she preferred. With a huff of annoyance, Amaranth stood up, grabbing the boy from the floor and pulling him from the floor to the couch she was just on. She ignored the girl's cell phone and looked out the window.

"Truthfully, watching you two was very dull. Nice trick with the gravity, by the way. Though, doing so made him create unstable energy which landed us in this mess in the first place. Kudos though, on shutting him up. Nice to have some time without him yelling," she said, leaning against the couch and rolling her eyes. She turned her attention back to the window, watching as the rain slowed to a gentle drizzle. It would be over soon and daylight was fast approaching.

"The plan is simple. You stay here and make sure the idiot stays out. If he comes to, use your little trick him. I don't want him getting in the way or hurt anymore. I'll take on the android if he decides to come back," she said, ignoring Mesa's"warning" about calling someone else. Amaranth laid his sword next to him on the couch.

"So, what's your name, Pinkie? Never caught it."

[xeondarkness95]

Draxor was in a bright white area, where, he wasn't sure but he had the idea he was dead. a figure appeared in front of him. "Father?" He said, about to let tears flow, he forced himself not to. "Drax, my son, your hatred of my killer is just, but you need to let it go." Makano said to his son. "Please son, you have to focus on your training, I have to go but know that your power can go farther if you train." Makano vanished. "Father!" Drax woke up again, he was still weak but awake. the Pink haired girl and Amaranth were talking. he found his father's sword next to him, he managed to unbuckle the sheath from his back and put the sword in and lay it on the floor. "No need for gravity tricks, i can't move without almost killing myself. Ammy, can I call you Ammy, please just be sure not to kill yourself. he may come back to this spot to try to kill us, staying here would be the best bet." he wanted to get up, instead he pulled out his sword and carved a figure in the wood. It had a star shape, close to what his sister use to draw. he sheath it again, laying there, he felt like he was useless. the pink haired girl had changed, Syrus on her shoulder. "Damn my anger, if only i hadn't let it take over." he tried to grab his candles and matches from his pocket, setting two candles on the floor next to the couch, he lit them with a match and let them burn. "Mother, Father, watch over Katana, and please let my little sister be safe."

[aka]

Mesa could not help to return her gesture with a toothy smile as she fold her arms under her chest. "It's funny how... " Mesa stops and listen as Ammy started to speak. Her smile quickly disappeared, but was replaced with a smirk. She then recalled a few letters that were left behind by her younger versions of herself. They all seemed to wonder what she was about now a day. Maybe what the girl said was true, she had changed. She had to change she thought I'm the Prime Minister I can't just let anyone run over me, I have to be firm with the likes of the people who test me on the daily basis.

Mesa then helped Ammy move the boy to the couch before take a few step back then looking over her shoulder as she began to speak again. "What ever was going through my head then I have no idea, that was about 8 years. I am truly sorry for my dullness, but I'm not know for fighting in any mean necessary. Mesa then turned around looking downward at the couch where Draxor rested. He seemed to be in his own little world, which was good because Mesa wanted to have a little chat women to women with Ammy. Mesa shook her head as She spoke of a plan. My skill is useless here, with her hands still crossed she curled all her fingers all but one and pointed to the ceiling.

"Hahaha" Mesa broke out into a mild laugh. Never not once since the day I met you would I have ever thought to hear you ask who I was. I have been hunting both of you down for years, both of you are part of the reason I'm a Prime Minister now. At one point in life I want to be strong a brave like you. It seems I followed in your footstep but end up in the wrong location. Mesa then dropped her arms and placed her hands into her pockets. "My name is Mesa Willow, and I have a trust worthy occupation!" She was not sure how Ammy would take her last statement, but if they were anything alike she was sure to get some type of anger out of her. It is not that she wanted her yell at her she just wanted to see what kind of emotional person she was dealing with.

[C.haos]

Now, it was time to set a trap, and wait... But what would he do? C.haos took a perch at the top of the highest building left in the rubble. By then, the rain had passed, and the sun had began to set. His legs and arms crossed, and his eyes closed. His mighty tail wrapped around his body like it had a mind of its own, protecting him.

His energy levels were completely masked as he began to meditate and thing. He was drawing a plan in his mind. A plan to single the three out from each other. A plan to destroy them one by one. He would take pleasure in watching them. Die by his hand. Oh yes...

[ammy]

Eight years ago? Well, that's confusing and interesting. So, it was obviously not just age manipulation. The girl seemed to travel in memories as well. That must be a headache. Amaranth looked over as he awoke, giving the couch he rest o a sharp kick.

"Call me Ammy again and I'll rip out your lungs," she growled, crossing her arms and leaning against the couch once more. The boy seemed to be in his own little world, once again going on about his sister. He really seemed to have a sister complex or something of the like. Her attention turned back to the girl, brow raised. Hunting them? Well, Amaranth sure didn't like the sound of that. As she continued, Amaranth relaxed a bit more. So, obviously not hunting in the literal sense. Good. As Mesa stated her name and that she had a trust worthy occupation, Amaranth rolled her eyes. The girl was obviously waiting for some big reaction whether it be surprise or anger, Amaranth didn't know. Instead, she ran a hand through her mostly-dry hair.

"I don't trust politicians," was all she said. Amaranth turned her gaze outside. The rain had stopped and the sun was beginning to rise.

"The android will be coming back, that much was clear. We might as well stay her till then. At least it's dry and comfortable," she said, more to her self than the others.

[xeondarkness95]

"ok, sorry, I just wanted to see if you liked it." he was still laying there, the candle flames danced about for a while. Suddenly one of the candles blew out on its own. it was his mother's candle. "Something's wrong, the last time that happened, I was near the outskirts of the city." he seemed worried, the last time ended up almost being his death. "can you feel some that, sorta a dark eerie feeling?" his father's candle blew out as well, this was not good at all. "what the... man why does he continue to try to take control." A creepy shadow started to move on the floor. the shadow stopped in front of Draxor, "Hello, Vengence." the shadow took the form of draxor as it rose from the floor. "I'm not as sneaky as i use to be. are you ready to submit?" the shadow said. a smile forming on its face, one of greed. "forget it."

[aka]

At that moment Mesa might as of well been the sixteen year old girl that they meet only moments before. "Hahaha" she laughed again, "I'm so sorry, I just finished have a debate with some politicians over the phone, boy do they suck a room dry. She then brushed her hair behind her ears on both sides. "Let me start over okay." She said in a happy go lucky voice almost as if she was the 16 year old girl from before. "I was still in debate mode when we met, I tend to forget everyone's not out to get each other in normal conversation.

Looking over to Draxor she smiled, she want to talk to him as well but he seemed to be way into his own person items. It it was not the sword it was the candles and lastly he seemed to put Mesa on the Blackburner when it came to Amaranth. The brought a faint memory back to Mesa, when she had turned the corner and taken a tumble she covered her face in shame. She had lost her footing while running, she blushed a bit as she recalled why. He was cute to her back then and she had never approached a boy her age that caught her attention. Then again she was always attracted to older guy. What happened next only silenced her as she watched in shock.

[C.haos]

Sitting at the top of the skyscraper, in a world of his own, was C.haos. He was training within his own mind. And within, a fight raged. C.haos frantically fought for his life, punching and kicking his way to hopeful victory. His opponent was much strong than him, and so far, he was failing. Though this training would not benefit him physically, it would help him mentally, preparing him for what was soon to come.

He knew that the blond girl could over power him, so he hoped to be able to out smart her. It would be a difficult task, but as C.haos played over billions of battles in his mind, he attempted to ready himself. To form a plan. A strategy.

It would take hours for him to finish his training, and probably many more hours until he was ready to go through with it. This time, he would have no surprises to unleash on the three. Nor would he have an ace-in-the-hole to use. He had reveiled everything he had in the earlier battle, making his room for error nothing.

[ammy]

Amaranth ignored him completely, turning her attention back to Mesa. She had already learned from their short meeting that the boy was overly dramatic and inwardly focused. It seemed that if he wasn't playing the part of the "hero", he was going on about it his family. Amaranth gave her a curious look as Mesa explained she was just on the phone with some politicians. This whole age/time/memory thing was starting to give her a headache. Amaranth chuckled.

"Never forget that. Take it from me, in politics, everyone's playing you. You either play right back, or you die," Amaranth said. She had many experiences with such games. The Lords and Ladies of Nor were expert players, as well as some higher ups on Writhos. How many times has she watched her mother, a true master of the game, crush her opponents with little more than words. The memory f many wide-eyed, slack-jawed nobles brought a smile to her face.

Shaking off memories of the past, she watched Mesa look to Draxor and instead of following her gaze, trained it on her. The girl seemed to be remembering something about Draxor, something that made her blush. Huh. Well, wonder what that memory was. Amaranth shook her head, turning her back to them.

"I'm getting tired of waiting. I'm going to have a look outside," she said, walking to the opening in the wall. A dark chill swept over her and the long scar on her back burned, causing her to stumble slightly and fall against the wall. She turned back to the two--no, three--and looked on with silence.

[xeondarkness95]

the shadow came closer, Draxor was now in panic. he was in no condition to fight it, and would surely lose his life and body. "Well at least you damaged, you can't fight." the shadow said, now changing to it's true form from a shadow to the spit image of Draxor when in his Black Vengence form. Draxor didn't know how but he now had the energy to fight. "Hehehe, sorry to disappoint you Vengence, but you have no chance." Draxor stood, and had no problems with it. Draxor saw the others, and noted that Vengence had killed those near Draxor before, he knew he he couldn't fight Vengence alone. Vengence looked over at the other two behind him. " I know what your thinking, I'll give you ten minutes to brief them and if they join you be outside or I'll blow this place to Hell." the shadow disappeared, and Draxor looked up at Mesa and Amaranth.

"ok, that was Vengence, the Rage from I took in the battle before, he's a part of me that wants my body for world domination." he started to clip the sword sheath to his back. "he has been helpful at time's but he has broken away from me before. if we beat him, he will go back to my body. my only fear is if the android comes back, the android would completely over power Vengence and absorb him. if that happens it will syphon my energy whenever i get angry." he started to walk towards them, "I would like your help, if you want, if not i can probably take him. however it would take at least three hours if i go alone." he sighed, walking towards the door. unknown to him, a picture had fallen from his back pocket, the only picture of his sister.

[aka]

Watching the now youthful-er version of Draxor Mesa had to wonder how she ever came to the conclusion that he was anything but dafted. Her eyes of baby blue shot back and forth from the the two. Watching him Draxor almost made Mesa feel well normal.



"Never forget that. Take it from me, in politics, everyone's playing you. You either play right back, or you die,"

The eyes of the aged pink haired girl widened as she spoke of death an politics as one. First thought The tongue maybe mightier than the sword but a sword can still kill you. Second thought what she says does make sense in a less dramatic way I should find her a sit in the cabinet. The face of the pink haired Minister lit up with an ever growing smile.

"I'm getting tired of waiting. I'm going to have a look outside,"


Mesa nodded her head as she watched Amaranth walk past her. Mesa's plan was to stay put this time. She would have company no matter how weird he acted he was still company. That very moment he seemed to be ready for battle. My healing is good but not that good she spoke to herself eye still following Amaranth. A dumbfounded expression covered Mesa face when Amaranth stumbled back and her back hit the wall Mesa opened her mouth to speak.

"That didn't look all to good......were you attack? Mesa took a small step forward. "Need a quick healing? he said as she clapped both hand together twice waiting for a response.

[C.haos]

C.haos's eyes bolted open, and a smile slid across his face. He had a plan, however vague that might be. But today was not the day to go through with it. He gracefully levitated to the edge of the building and slowly dropped down, landing on the ground without a sound. He carefully stepped through the city, making himself invisable to all around him. He wouldn't have to worry about being sensed, because his power level was currently untracable, a trait caused by being built in a lab.

As he headed back for the outskirts, he chuckled dryly to himself. The fight earlier had shown him the weaknesses and strengths of two of the three. He had relived the battle many times in his head, confident that he would be able to beat them this time. The only part he would have trouble with would be getting each of them by themselves. His plan was to take shelter in a building close by, and wait for one of them to leave. Though he didn't know it for sure, he figured that the three would go their seperate ways eventually.

As he silently took shelter inside a nearby two-story building, he watched the building, where he sensed the saiyan's boys power level, which had peaked minutes before for reasons unknow to C.haos. He watched the outside of the building from a small hole in the wall, about the size of a small ball. With the cover from the whether, he wouldn't be seen, but because of his robotic eyes, he could watch from the cover of his new hideout. The only thing left was for him to play the waiting game.

[ammy]

Amaranth gritted her teeth, waiting for he pain to pass. She sent Mesa a small grin and straightened, the pain receding to a dull ache. She waved her away, taking a calming breath.

"Thanks, but this is the type of wound that can't heal," she said with a smile of thanks. Amaranth liked Mesa. She was a nice girl and had a sharp wit. Mesa was the kind of person Amaranth could see herself talking to after this, seeking her out as a friend. Which was one of the reasons why she was ready for this to be over. She turned to Draxor after he finished his explanation. er eyes were narrowed and her tone clipped with distaste.

"You'll find no help from me. This is your mess, you can clean it up yourself. If you couldn't control your powers, you shouldn't have used them in the first place," she practically growled out. Amaranth turned her back to him.

"I'm going to find the android," she said simply before walking out into the morning light. The air was cooler after the rain, though with her cold skin, it mattered little to her. Puddles covered the ground and she carefully stepped around them. Her scar had stopped hurting, a blessed relief. She was still angry with Draxor though. She knew first hand what dark power could do and she wanted nothing to do with it ever again. She stopped.

"I know you're out here, android. Stop hiding like a coward! Don't you want your 'vengeance'?!" she yelled out into the ruins.