Mine! Body and Soul! (OPEN)

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The purple majin took the blast of ki to the chest which surprised Kazama due to the fact that she had avoided everything that had happened in this altercation up until that point. When she didn't and instead slid on the ground Kazama thought for a moment that he might have actually gotten through to her. But to his disappointment when she stood up Kazama was answered by a delusional statement

"I will not let you three continue you rampage of evil deeds…..If I have to give my life to put a dent in your cold black hearts so be it!"

After making the statement she leaped forward swinging with a overhand right. Kazama lunged backwards in hopes of getting out of the way but to his chagrin he did manage to move far enough. He quickly through up his arm to block the attack. It slammed into his arm with force that surprised Kazama. She was turning out to be more powerful than he had expected but it was far from demoralizing him.

Her power level was irregular as he it rose. Kazama continued to sense two very different powers, one of kindness that was less than half of the majin's strength and then there was the other half that was craving destruction and violence. It was this power that was seemingly infuriating Kazama to a point that he was not in full control of his body. He was in a fog that he was becoming more and more desperate to get out of. The only way that seemed to be working was to fight the majin in front of him.

"It is not me that is the evil here...it is you!" Kazama yelled as he ground to a halt refusing to let himself get pushed any further by her. With a quick movement he sprung into the air rotating to kick the purple majin in the head. After he were to land with the kick he would rotate even further to launch a ki wave from his hand.

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“Is she unbalanced? Or simply confused?”

Drexx looked at Sohko with inquisitive eyes. The saiyan wasn’t surprised; androids are logical creatures by design, and this other creature was completely illogical. His ally was intelligent to ask him, for a biological creature would be better able to understand the irrational behavior of a fellow creature. Or maybe the mechanical creation could see Sohko’s change as more than a black aura.

“It seems there are two power levels within her; I didn’t notice it as clearly before when my mind was clouded, although I believe Kazama has felt it all along. Whether it is because he is a similar organism or because of his higher power level I can’t be sure.”

He gnaws at the inside of his cheek when the word “higher” slips his lips. The thought of a being more powerful than him in his presence angers the inner darkness who is merely a personification of saiyan pride and a lack of conscience. As he speaks he backs away carefully, allowing the two combatants more room. Drexx follows his lead.

“From what I recall of Majin physiology, it appears as if she is having problems assimilating an absorbed creature. Think of it as indigestion, I am sure you have plenty files on that. One moment she sees events through the eyes of her base body, the Majin, and the next they are through the eyes of the other creature. I wouldn’t be surprised if it was a saiyan given we are on Vegeta and most likely a female given her appearance. But these are assumptions, nothing more, seeing as we can attain little from her besides nonsensical babble.”

“I see. I will record this data and process it later, it may help better understand these Majin creatures in the future.”

She was the aggressor, yet she claims to be the protector. Her state of mind, or the art of assimilation if that is indeed the case, intrigues Sohko. If only there was a full moon he thought, then he could destroy the being himself, without a moment’s hesitation. Just as the thought of destruction trails off in his mind, it his followed at the coattails by the smell of flowers on a sunny day. The memories of the mystic are at the edges of his mind once more.

“No, not now…”

Sohko focuses hard to push them back but doubts whether he can hold of the curse for much longer. He is already beginning to worry about the wellbeing of the civilians walking the streets, something the inner darkness cares nothing for. Soon he will lose control and slip up. Then the conscience handicapped drunk will reemerge, along with his usual antics.

“Hopefully Kazama can finish this quickly.”

He mutters just as his red skinned accomplice allow throws a heavy kick followed by a wave of energy.

(Don’t forget to skip Drexx, so Chisha is up)

[chi]

Chisha had not grasps on how strong the body of the majin was she could even tell that she had the ability to grasp power levels just she checked them intrinsically. It was like a voice in the back of her head telling her how things work. She might as well had been a teen in the drivers sit for the first time. She knew how everything in the body worked but she could not control the way a professional who have. To make matter worse she was the emotional time, who would shed a tear if things did not go her way. Normally this would happen behind close door.

Today she would not be able to make it to a door to hide behind or so she felt. Her emotions were bubbling up like a bottle of sprite after being shaken up. Her thoughts where crystal clear but a feeling of rain crept slowly in on her every thought. A storm was coming in the mind of Chisha. Then unknown childish mind of the majin that only lusted for destruction was that dreaded dark storm that was slowly making its way to the area where Chisa mind had resided.

Unknowing to her Majin wanted her to fight, the fight would only bring them closer like a localization beckon in the ocean, they were marked and closing in on each other presents. The longer the aggression filled her body and she allowed her emotion to over flow it would be easy for the majin to final progress his meal to its final resting place deep in it bowels. The majin had fed of the three that stood near. Their anger the emotional all played apart in it plan to finish of the young saiyin girl and continue on its merry way of watching the world crumble before its own hands.

Chisha had swung with all her might, but deep down she knew her attack was not good, even before releasing the attack she told herself it was useless. She had no pride in her fighting ability. Her she was a sayian with no pride in that art of combat. SHe was different, every saiyan that ever stepped foot on Vegeta had pride in fighting. what was she messing what could it be. All she wanted to do was be normal like everyone else on the planet. It wasn't meant to happen, she would never feel that feeling of truly being wanted.

The punch she had thrown had done do really damage other than to her spirit. Still moving forward from the force of her attack her eye widened as the Red majin foot met her face which such a welcome she could never forget. Leaning back she grabbed her face with both hand in pain. Slowly struggling to step back one step at a time she was hit by another attack that knocked back to the ground. Her body landed on the ground lifeless her arms extended out.

"Why, will I never be free from this torment. Father mother I nothing more than a failure to the saiyan race." She spoke under her breath. Laying still for a few moments she lifted herself back to her feet. Her fighting stance was amateur at best. It was clear to anyone who saw that she had not been in many fights. "I don't have the will to fight like most! I was not born with the gift all saiyan are gifted with. I do have pride....Pride in what I believe in." Her steps were wobbly and slow as she ran toward the crimson beast. Using the same punch as before she again tried to punch him again.

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As the purple majin got back up she said something but Kazama did not hear what had been said. He knew the power level she had but to the attack that she made was only a fraction of her power. There was no way that he was going to walk away from this fight while she was clearly toying with him by not using her full power.

When she started running at him again with the same exact punch Kazama was awestruck by the sheer gall of this girl. It was like that she was not even trying which only seemed to get under his skin even more. What was she playing at?

Kazama stepped to the side as the punch went past his head and began to charge ki in his hand once again. This time much more than he had in the previous attacks. It was now time to see who was going to fight him the weaker and more benevolent power level or the much stronger and malevolent power level.

"STOP TOYING WITH ME AND FIGHT WITH YOUR FULL STRENGTH!" Kazama streamed in anger as he launched the ki wave from his hand upwards to the chin of the purple majin with the hope of blasting her in the face. If Sohko was lucky he was about to see Kazama fight close to his full power. Something that he didn't think the saiyan fully grasped.

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It was apparent that Kazama had lost his cool. Whether it was because this purple creature was a Majin or because she was female one could only guess. Something about their physiology could cause them to react in such a way when together. On the other hand, females have the magical ability to cause a man to go insane. However, this was the last thing Sohko mulled over with a higher degree of intelligence for the power his inner darkness held over him finally slipped, giving way to the alcohol and the power of the curse.

“There are people all around…”

Sohko, with his aura dissipating and his power level receding to its normal state, looked around, seeing the crowd forming around the outer edges of the fight. At first he thought of moving them back to make sure they weren’t accidentally attacked but then an even better idea came through.

“Alright everybody, pay attention!”

The crowd looked to the saiyan in dusty clothes with long dingy hair. They expected some kind of insight, maybe even a slight bit of worry for their safety given the power levels of the combatants. While there were some of that, Sohko was seeing dollar signs.

“I’m taking bets! I’m going three to one with Big Red in the lead! That’s right ladies and gents place your bets here!”

There is a few second pause before almost half the crowd rushes and surrounds Sohko, waving fistfuls of Zeni in the air. Drexx closes in close to his saiyan ally, watching the crowd closely for any threats.

“Two hundred Zeni on the red guy!”

“Seventy five on the purple chick!”

In moments, there is money sticking out of his coat, boots, gloves, and pants. There are even a few hundreds stuffed under his headband. He frantically scribbles name after name and bet after bet, desperately trying to keep up the screaming voices shoving money in his pockets.

“Come one, come all! Will it be the purple princess of pain or the crimson contender! Place your bets here! Hurry, hurry, it may be over in a minute or an hour! Make your bets n-”

Sohko is cut off midsentence however when a wad of cash is thrown in his face.

[anubisx]

Anubis X stood on a ridge not too far from the city. This was where he had been told to go. Somewhere that would give him answers. The last being he had run into on this planet had been unhelpful, going so far as to challenge Anubis X to a fight. That had been an unwise move, and had left the being in a heap on the ground. Anubis X hadn’t killed him. He wasn’t that cruel, and he valued life far too much to let a simple being such as that waste his soul in that manner. He hoped, though he knew it was naïve, that the being would change his ways.

But what was going on right now was far more interesting.

His eyes saw farther than most creatures, and flashes of purple and red raced in his vision. He cocked his head to the side, listening. This was a fight, and not just any fight, this was a brutal fight. He flew closer to the battle, though far enough to not be sensed. He knew that his power level wasn’t anything to be sneezed at, but he didn’t want to be dragged into an unnecessary fight. What he wanted were answers. What planet he was on, what was going on here and what had happened to his own planet after he had destroyed that Icer. It had taken every bit of power he had, but he had managed. These power levels were strong. There were four distinct power levels, but he could only pick out three beings that strong. Two power levels seemed to be coming from the same purple being.

He wasn’t surprised to see different colored beings. On Ra, there had been all shape, manner and color of beings, though they were all Pharaohnian. His eyes focused on one creature. He was so…mundane looking. He was thin, and humanoid, but something different entirely. He had no words for the being. Anubis X looked at him with a deep stare, trying to recognize him. He knew that face, from somewhere. But where had he seen him….

He flew a bit closer, and the being locked eyes with him.

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Drexx stared into the eyes of the newcomer, unable to place exactly what it was he was looking at. It seemed as if the creature had the body of a saiyan and the head of a… what was that exactly. He scanned his files and found the animal, a jackal. The most surprising thing about the creature however, was the look of recognition in the creatures eyes.

Drexx was tired of the fighting. The purple majin was clearly suffering from delusions. She had attacked Drexx, attack Sohko and refused to say anything to anyone about anything really. Then when Kazama did attack, a justifiable course of action given events so far, she had claimed that they were evil.

If there was one thing Drexx was not, it was evil. He had barely done anything to the majin, and she had attacked him. Was it racism on her part? But then how would she know he was an android? So what exactly what was going on in the mind of the purple majin? Drexx’s files on multiple personality disorder popped up. He almost laughed.

He looked back up at the new arrival. He had never seen his like before, and this interested him greatly. He was also curious about the look of recognition in his eyes. Drexx believed it was a he, but he wasn’t quite sure. Another thing that shocked Drexx was the new arrivals powerlevel. The creature was powerful for sure, but didn’t appear to be as strong as the majin’s fighting. So what was he doing here?

Drexx took a look at Sohko, and deemed that he was perfectly safe in the ring of saiyans with money being thrown every which way. Something Drexx’s files called “Gambling.” He flew up towards the new arrival.

Greetings. I am Drexx. Do we know each other?

[chi]

Picking herself off the ground yet again she could not help but noticed that the drunk sayian was again plotting stuck in his ways, yet none in the area so fault in what he did. Just just about everything that the majin did was placing father and father into the wrong. Chisha was not a fighter and it was clear that everyone here was. If she would not fight for her own well being then why would she fight for money for the well being of the loony drunkard that stood behind her.

Placing her hands behind her back she stood up tall. Looking the red majin in the eyes, Her gaze was pure like a single dandy lion floating in the ocean. She showed no fear no angry and most of all no sign heartless emotion. "Whatever it is you believe I clearly can't change you are your lackeys minds, It clear you plan to use me for your own profit. She then points with her thumb to the long haired sayian that swiftly receives a smack to the face with a large sum of money. I childish giggle slips from her lips just before she grasped her chest in pain. She was hurt and everyone knew it.

Lifting herself up to the sky she started to fly away but was shocked to see yet another new face. He seemed some how different from the others but the look that he gave the own that she had attacked earlier after listing to what the drunk had to say. It all started to slowly make sense to her the one she could not trust was him. everyone else had done no wrong to her. She had jumped the gun yes but other than that fact she was not guilty of anything but silence.

Landing back on the ground she walked up Drexx and spoke. Her voice was angelic as ever. " I sorry for any harm I cause, but it seems in this form I tend to jump the gun at times. If you choose not to forgive me I understand but..." She stops and looks at the Saiyan in disgust, "I can't forgive him for he has not shown any true act of kindness i met him. If all saiyans have pride what does he take pride in?

Looking over to the red Majin she smiles even after taking the attacks from his she still found not real fault in him other than he spent time with the saiyan she now had a passion of hate for. Turning around like a dancer on stage she walked over tot he newcomer taping him on his shoulder and saying "Tag your in" in the girlish of voices inadvertently while taking to flight. She was hoping to as far away from the saiyan that mad her blood boil.

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As the purple majin flew off into the distance Kazama felt his mind starting to clear. All of her movements were silent in his mind even though her mouth may have moved. Kazama shook his head once and his vision began to focus. With yet another shake of the head the sounds of the area returned to him.

Kazama never found out what the purple majin wanted or what provoked him to act like that around her but there was one part of him hoping that they would meet someday in the future so that he could finish the fight permanently. At that point it was when he heard the crowd behind him. Kazama turned his head and saw various people yelling and screaming in both joy and anger. Some were yelling at each other while others were yelling at Sohko for some reason. Then he saw the money that was falling out of the saiyans pockets. He slowly began to walk over to Sohko. The crowd quieted and then backed up in hesitation. Kazama placed his hand on Sohko's shoulder.

"I hope I am getting some of that profit from what I assume are bets, Fluffy tail lover," Kazama said with a smile then to defuse the air even more he began to laugh.

Suddenly he fell silent and glanced over his shoulder as he sensed yet another power level that was decently strong. He was just able to get a quick look at the creature but all he ended up doing was saying something to Sohko.

"I want to get off this planet, I don't care where we go but I am really starting to loath Vegeta," Kazama said with a sigh while holding out his hand for some of the money that Sohko had.

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Sohko heard what she said in between bets being yelled at him. She really didn’t have many nice things to say about the sauced saiyan. He let out a decisive “hmph” and turned back to the crowd with hurt feelings.

“Brotha just trying to make a buck!”

One of the saiyans near him who was also listening to the purple person rattle off her anti-saiyametic remarks. Maybe he also noticed the error in her premature judgment of the all too good at heart saiyan known as Sohko.

“She’s got a point. I mean, just from what I’ve seen, you’ve stolen a kid’s popcorn and are trying to make money off your friend’s fight.”

Sohko gasped in feigned surprise over this random saiyan’s opinion.

“Well I never! I was saving that popcorn from a bully… And then confiscated it in case it was… Contaminated, yeah that’s right; I was just looking out for the little guy is all! As for the bets, c’mon I’m just investing for the future!”

The man nevertheless looks none too convinced. This short conversation ends rather abruptly however when the plum colored fighter takes off and leaves the fight midway. The “investors,” as Sohko put it, look very displeased with the outcome.

“She left, so who won!?”

“The purple thing forfeit, that means the red guy won, now give me my winnings!”

“No way! Fight never ended, so give me back my money!”

Sohko, bogged down by all the money, shifts back and forth, dodging the grabbing hands whom all demand money for one reason or another. Then Kazama walks over and they quiet down quite a bit and back off slight, no doubt because they can feel his daunting power level.

“That’s right! Back up!”

He yells, taking advantage of the situation. The crowd just looks at him with a collective of burning eyes and he’s sure not even Kazama’s presence will hold them off for long. Then he puts his two cents in on how the money should be split and holds out his hand. Sohko hastily devises a plan.

“Alright everybody! Allow me to confer with my acquaintance a moment and we will have a decision for everyone to abide by!”

He then leans over to what he assumes is his companion’s ear and whispers.

“Don’t worry about it Big Red, I’ve got it all figured out. I’m going to use the money to buy us a spaceship so we can get off this rock!”

Kazama still doesn’t look entirely convinced.

“Fine! Whatever is left over we’ll split, mhm, 75/25.”

The smooth skinned creature just stares at him.

“Ugh! Ok 74/26!”

The eyes of the red Majin narrow considerably. Sohko lets out a sigh of defeat.

“Ok, 50/50, whatever! Anyways, either way we go about this we’re going to have a bunch of angry saiyans and whether you like to admit it or not, you can’t take on over a hundred angry saiyans, and even if you could you really don’t want to draw the eye of the Saiyan Army, SO I have a plan! Just follow my lead and meet me at Al Herrington’s Whacky Waving Inflatable Arm Flailing Tube Men and Spaceship Emporium and Warehouse. It’s on the corner of Bardock Blvd and Oozaru St, and don’t worry, the plan will work, trust me, I’ve used it countless times to get out of bar tabs!”

The permadrunk winks at his friend, nodding towards the ball of ki his is gathering inconspicuously in his left hand, before throwing his right index finger to the sky in mock surprise and fear.

“Look! It’s Touketsuki Yakedo!”

But everyone in the crowd just looks at him with confusion. Letting out a heavy sigh of shame for the lack of intelligence of his people, he clarifies.

“SUKI!”

Everyone spins on their heels to where Sohko pointed while screams of fear and surprise rush through the crowd. With their attention diverted and panic set among them the sauced saiyan drives the collected ball of ki into the ground beneath him creating a cloud of dust, smoke and debris. This further incites panic throughout the people. Just then four separate Sohkos emerge from the smoke, each carrying an armload of cash, and run in opposite directions. Within a few moments the saiyan who was speaking to Sohko earlier, apparently the brightest of the bunch, realizes it is a hoax and points to the escaping clones.

“It’s a trick! He’s getting away with our money! Get him!”

Cries of anger over the Sohko’s deception fill the air as the crowd splits into four with each part making chase after one of the copies. Each Sohko disappears into a different dark alley, all of them heading towards the predetermined destination with every little escape trick they know running through their collective mind.

[anubisx]

Anubis X, or Anubix, as he was often called, was utterly confused. First he wakes up on a strange planet after having fought an Icer on his home planet, then he fights a man because he asks for directions, then he comes here and this…this has been the cherry on top of the ice cream sundae.

First, he sees that…familiar being…and then…some purple creature comes over to him and pats him on the shoulder and says “tag, you’re in” presumably referring to the fight that almost occurred between herself and the red creature. The non-purple, non –red, non-money grabbing creature had then flown over to him, and spoken to him.

Greetings, I am Drexx. Do we know each other?

The mannerism formal, the tone friendly, with a hint of caution. Too perfect. Too evenly measure and thought out, almost as if it had come from a god. He couldn’t sense the creatures power level.
It was almost too coincidental.

Anubix knelt down on one knee.

My lord. I realize why I was sent here. I am under your command. I will do what you say, Osiris.

The being looked shocked.

Anubix looked over to the other creatures, the red creature standing there as a giant group of humanoid creatures chased the money grabber through some alleyways. Anubis X knew that this group…this group he belonged to now, whether he liked it or despised it. But, he had heard a saying before, on his planet of Ra. He thought that it fit now.

He looked down at his own hands, the ki flowing through them. He muttered it out loud.

What doesn’t kill you….makes you stronger.

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Drexx stared in shock at the creature kneeling on the ground in front of him. He had just pledged fealty to him. It was not a familiar feeling for Drexx. Not in the least.

My lord. I realize why I was sent here. I am under your command. I will do what you say, Osiris.

The creature looked over at Drexx’s newly found companions and said something under his breath. He then looked back up at Drexx, with something reaching almost devotion in his eyes.

Drexx had gone up to the creature to figure out more about it, certainly not to have the creature genuflect before him. Drexx bid the creature to rise. As he did, his memory brought up files of the Earth race called “Egyptians”. Osiris was the god of the dead, afterlife, and The Underworld, an area where the Egyptian dead went to. Drexx was certainly not a god. The look in the new creature’s eyes however said otherwise. Drexx’s files also brought up Osiris’ family tree, and his son was a jackal-headed god named Anubis. The description perfectly matched the creature in front of him.

Are… Are you Anubis?

The creature genuflected once more and nodded vehemently.

and you believe me to be Osiris?

The creature looked puzzled.

You are.

There was no doubt in the creature’s voice. It was quite clear that he believed Drexx to be Osiris. Drexx was beyond puzzled as to what to do. This was not a situation he was used to dealing with. He simply nodded and flew up into the sky, the creature flew into the sky after him. Drexx would have to find Sohko. He had decided he would protect Sohko, and that is what he would do. If this creature would follow him, protect the protector. Well who was Drexx to say otherwise.

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Kazama watched as Sohko ran off in four directions due to his multiform technique. The crowd did not know which way to go eventually they split into four groups and went after each one of their choosing. Some even got the idea that if they went after Kazama that he would give him their carelessly bet zeni. However as they took a step forward towards him Kazama shot them a look that nearly caused themselves to wet their pants. To their benefit they decided against their course of action and with their heads hung low ran off.

Kazama instead turned his attention to where the android and other creature had were. There was something familiar about the new person it was on the tip of his tongue but he could not figure out what it was. That was until he walked closer. He remembered reading a file when the Mezos were training him where their was once a great empire run by a race called Pharoahnians. They ruled the galaxy a millennium ago and had since fallen into shambles. Kazama was surprised to even see one that was still alive.

He lazily floated over to Drexx and looked him straight in the face. Despite his own conflict with androids it would seem that he would have to work alongside one. The Pharoahnian seemed to be almost worshiping the android. So Kazama figured that it was at least worth his while to tell them what Sohko had run off and what his plan was.

"Now that the purple majin has left I figure I have to tell you what Sohko wanted to do," Kazama started. He still had severe reservations about working with an android but he figured that for the time being it would be okay. "He said he was off to somewhere..." Kazama looked straight up into the sky as he tried to remember what the drunk saiyan had said. "It was at Herrington’s Waving Arm Flailing Men and Warehouse or something like that. He said it was on Bardock Blvd and Oozaru St. I don't know what you two are going to do but I am going to go get the zeni that should be mine from Sohko. Before he spends it all on alcohol." Kazama said. With one final look over the two he flew off in the attempt to figure out where Bardock Blvd and Oozaru St was.

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In the cover of darkness, the four Sohko’s arrived at a large Warehouse, covered almost head to toe in waving inflatable tube men. They recombined in a nearby alley before checking if the coast was clear. A few members of the angry crowd from before were pacing around the area, keeping a vigilant eye for the man whom the unwisely invested money into. An unfamiliar face walked by the alley, donning a wide brimmed hat and a trench coat, giving Sohko an idea.

“Psst!”

The man stopped for a moment before noticing the sauced saiyan in the shadows of the alley. He didn’t move forward, obviously being cautious seeing as an unknown man in a dark alley had just tried to get his attention.

“Yes?”

Pulling a fistful of bills from one of the many hiding places throughout his clothing, Sohko waved the money in plain sight before making a simple request.

“A fat wad of cash for the jacket and hat bub.”

The man’s eyebrow shot up upon seeing the money and he made a hasty decision upon hearing Sohko’s offer. Before he can say another word the man throws the clothing at the devious drunk, grabs the money and takes off with a glorious grin stretched ear to ear as he picks through the bills counting to himself.

“Huh, maybe should’ve tried haggling, oh well, spaceship time!”

Donning the hat and jacket, he exits the alleyway, making sure to tuck his chin to his chest and let the shadow from the brim on his hat hide his face. Meanwhile Harold the tail pokes out the bottom of the coat and keeps a lookout. Shuffling inconspicuously across the street, Sohko slinks into the front doors of the massive building and is immediately greeted by a short, thin man with wide eyes and a huge smile.

“Welcome to Al Herrington’s Whacky Waving Inflatable Arm Flailing Tube Men and Spaceship Emporium and Warehouse! I’m Al Herrington, can I interest you in one of our whacky waving inflatable arm flailing tube men!? They have over a million uses!”

Sohko pauses. To say he is tempted would be an understatement. The thought of having one of them cheering and flailing in the sidelines during one of his fights brings a smile to his face. Then he remembers why he came and tries to focus himself.

“No there peppy, came for a spaceship as a matter of fact.”

The man’s smile dulls slightly and he lets out a huff as he turns and starts walking. Sohko guesses he is leading him towards the spaceship section and quickly follows. He marvels at all the tube men, as they flail on each side of him down every aisle. A few hundred feet and he already feels like dancing like one, flailing his arms and wiggling his body, but his thoughts are cut short by the words of the propitiator, whose words a less as happy as moments before.

“Nobody ever comes for whacky waving inflatable arm flailing tube men. Sigh, I don’t think I’ll ever get rid of all these! I tell you, it’s going to be the last time I let my nephew do the ordering, it was supposed to be twenty, for advertising purposes, not two million. Anyways, he only have one ship left, lot of air traffic since Suki and his men came. Everybody either fleeing to a safe haven or wanting an escape plan in case something like it happens again I guess. Anyways here we are.”

Turning the last corner of tube men they come to a wide circular ship that is barely tall enough for a man to stand up completely. Its landing gear and entrance ramp are down and there are several things working on it. One is a golden colored humanoid robot, another a little egg shape blue and white machine and a third is an exceptionally hair and rather tall individual.

“Beep boop beep.”

“Oh R2, I’m sure our next owner won’t shoot first.”

The humanoid robot speaks to the other one which only emits beeping sounds. The ship looks in horrid condition, and an odd shape considering the circular back end of the ship comes around to two prong like appendages in the front.

“I know it isn’t the newest edition, but the Falcon class ship is a reliable classic!”

Sohko lets out a snort.

“Is it even from this millennium!?”

Al goes to answer but is cut off when the furry creature and lets out a loud horrid sound at Sohko, no doubt for his comment about this ship.

“Egad!”

Sohko leaps back, patting his chest to calm down his heart, letting out haggard breaths.

“Oh don’t mind him! He’s just the ship’s mechanic, came with the two robots and the ship when I bought it.”

The egg shaped robot drives over and bumps Sohko’s foot, stubbing his toe. The saiyan lets out a yelp and hops up and down as he grabs his damaged toe.

“Beep boop!”

“Oh, Han is that you! Oh dear, we’re so glad you came back for us! We knew you wouldn’t just sell us-”

The golden one jabbers on happily but just then Sohko looks up, allowing his face to show through the hair and the two robots look visibly upset at the fact that he is not the man they thought. Their heads droop.

“Owwie! Tell him to watch where he’s going! And no, I’m not this Han fellow. My name is Sohko, I might buy this ship here.”

“Well it’s in great condition I’ll tell you that! A few things though, the GPS system currently only has one other planet in its data banks, the gravity chamber is completely nonfunctional and the universal language adapter is busted so you have to know fluent saiyan in order to fly it. Also, the air conditioner needs some work, so like I said, relative great condition given the price!”

Al says as he walks over and slaps the side of the ship which in turns makes a rattling sound before a few nuts and bolts fall off. Letting out a light whistle, Herrington tries to inconspicuously kick the fallen pieces out of view.

“Hmmm, I’m not so sure…”

“I’ll throw in a few whacky inflatable arm flailing tube man for free!”

Sohko pauses. This had indeed sweetened up the deal considerably. Noticing the sad look on the robots and furry creatures faces, he makes his only offer.

“Throw in the two robots and the furry guy too?”

Al looks at them and back to Sohko with pleading eyes as he grabs the saiyan’s hand and shakes vigorously. Maybe an annoying egg, nosey robot and loud fur ball haven’t been as good for business as the man had thought when he bought the ship.

“Deal!”

Sohko chucks a bunch of money at the salesman before giddily running up the entrance ramp and into the ship’s cockpit. Plopping into the pilot’s seat, Sohko randomly begins pressing buttons while repeating the word “roger” over and over again.

(Alright guys, just waiting for you to make your way here and onto the ship! As soon as you all reply I’ll RP us taking off, or whoever is last to RP can, either way, up, up and awaaaaaay we go! ;D )

(Note to admin, we are using the spaceship for storyline purposes in place of our four one use space pods. It will get destroyed upon landing, effectively making it a one use spaceship as well. I mentioned it not having any the amenities of a regular spaceship so there is no advantage to having it, it is simply for storyline purposes! I hope that's ok!)

[anubisx]

You are.

Osiris looked confused. Almost as if he had forgotten that he was Osiris. In the Egyptian mythology that the Pharaohnians had caused, Osiris was Anubis’s father, and helped judge the dead. Although Anubis X had nothing to do with that mythology, and his father was known as Anubis Hotep, he felt drawn toward Osiris.

The red creature then flew over and proceeded to speak of a being called “Sohko’s” plans to leave the planet. Anubix looked over at Osiris, a questioning look on his face. Surely this was the reason that he was sent here. He was to guide Osiris where-ever he needed to go, and to protect him at all costs. He would follow Osiris and see where this adventure brought him. The red creature did not introduce himself. He didn’t say what his affiliation with Osiris was, but since Osiris seemed to react to the creature with amity, Anubis X felt himself relax. Having never left Ra before, he knew there were going to be some unusual creatures and aliens he would run into, but he had never expect to have this much culture shock.

The red creature flew off a short ways and then looked back at the two of them, and then sped away. Anubix looked to Osiris, a questioning look on his face.

My lord, you are going to have to fill me in on this planet and it’s residents. I’m unfamiliar with the different species that we have encountered.

Osiris turned over to look at him. His face was a blank stare. It reminded him of Amun-Ra talking about Osiris, or at least the Osiris that he had known. He had always mentioned Osiris’s ability to lack any emotion, but that deeper things were going on under the surface. Anubix assumed that this must have been one of those times. It must be that Osiris was feeling as overwhelmed as he was. How long had his friend been on the planet? Anubix’s ears pricked up. He turned over to Osiris. He had thought…he had thought he heard a faint whirring noise come from Osiris. But that was impossible.

My lord. What do we do now? Do we follow those creatures, the red one and the one known as Sohko?