Post by Serori Yakedo-Satsumaimo on Mar 15, 2012 20:23:50 GMT -5
(This happens before the [Joining the WTO] post)
Serori came back from a day at the dojo. It hadn't been as good a training as normal, she hadn't been able to focus. She'd been feeling a very strong power level in the city. She'd felt it get stronger, somewhere nearby, and then leave the city, flying towards the Scorched Plains. She think she knew where it was coming from, but really hoped maybe she had been feeling wrong.
When she finally made it to the noodle shop, she felt a strong feeling of dread before she opened the doors. She stood outside, wondering what she might find inside. She couldn't sense the powerlevel of Matcha, or Kabocha. Maybe they had gone home early? But that didn't seem likely.
As soon as Serori opened the doors, her fears were confirmed. The carnage was unbelievable. She walked, in awe, over the dead bodies of beloved customers. Mr. Nasu, a regular customer, he'd been coming here for years and years, possibly since Kabocha opened shop, lay, mouth agape, in a pool of, what Serori hoped was his own blood. Gods be damned if it was someone elses. Then she saw Matcha.
Serori almost vomited. Matcha looked like a vaccuum sealed sack, maybe with bones in him, and...Serori was sick on Ninjin. When she finished, she refrained from looking at Matcha again. She could feel the anger rising in her, and for now she kept it simmering, just below boiling over. Tables were broken, chairs skewed, then a thought occurred to her. She hadn't seen Kabocha's body. She feared the worst. She checked all the bodies again.
There was Kabocha's body. It, too, was limp, haning. It looked like his insides had been drained out of the middle of his stomach. Serori dry-heaved, having already rid her stomach of everything. The anger was threatening to boil over, but she reigned it in again, making sure she used it when it was best to be used.
She looked around the building once more, eyes red, nostrils flaring. A blue aura was beginning to show around her, with white sparks flashing on and off all around it. She looked again at Matcha, again at Kabocha. She picked up a table and threw it at a wall. It shattered, and she stalked to the cashier. She slammed it open, and saw that it was empty. With a roar of rage, she threw it, also, against the wall. She did the same with two more chairs, and another table. She wasn't going inside the kitchen.
Blood pounded in her veins, she picked up the body of Matcha. The best I could do for him, she thought, I can't bury him, not in this shape. It would be shameful. She placed her hand on his stomach, and shot several ki blasts at Matcha, obliterating the body of the dead, drained Saiyan. Somehow, this didn't help, and only caused her to grow angrier, activating her Kaioken. She threw more furniture, blasting bowls out of the air. She continued shooting ki blasts, kicking, punching, destroying everything she could, until she finally passed out from exhaustion.
When she awoke, there was nothing left. The bodies had disentegrated, all the furniture lay broken next to the wall, the area seperating the kitchen and the eating area was destroyed. As for the kitchen, everything in there had also been destroyed. If anybody had searched for food, they may have found a celery, sweetpotato, squash, a single mushroom, and some green tea. Serori left, in silence. She regretted nothing, did not feel any remorse. She had once again let herself grow close to somebody, some thing, and once again, everything had let her down. She returned to her pod, her home, and vowed only to return to Saru City to steal things to eat, or clothes, or whatever she absolutely needed, if she could not from the wild.
(Done, PL Please [I'm not sure how these things work, I'm not sure if I can request PL, if not, just let me know and just reward Zeni. Thanks.]))
((P.S.- Jor, if you read this, this is from me, not Serori. I WILL have my revenge. That is all.))
Serori came back from a day at the dojo. It hadn't been as good a training as normal, she hadn't been able to focus. She'd been feeling a very strong power level in the city. She'd felt it get stronger, somewhere nearby, and then leave the city, flying towards the Scorched Plains. She think she knew where it was coming from, but really hoped maybe she had been feeling wrong.
When she finally made it to the noodle shop, she felt a strong feeling of dread before she opened the doors. She stood outside, wondering what she might find inside. She couldn't sense the powerlevel of Matcha, or Kabocha. Maybe they had gone home early? But that didn't seem likely.
As soon as Serori opened the doors, her fears were confirmed. The carnage was unbelievable. She walked, in awe, over the dead bodies of beloved customers. Mr. Nasu, a regular customer, he'd been coming here for years and years, possibly since Kabocha opened shop, lay, mouth agape, in a pool of, what Serori hoped was his own blood. Gods be damned if it was someone elses. Then she saw Matcha.
Serori almost vomited. Matcha looked like a vaccuum sealed sack, maybe with bones in him, and...Serori was sick on Ninjin. When she finished, she refrained from looking at Matcha again. She could feel the anger rising in her, and for now she kept it simmering, just below boiling over. Tables were broken, chairs skewed, then a thought occurred to her. She hadn't seen Kabocha's body. She feared the worst. She checked all the bodies again.
There was Kabocha's body. It, too, was limp, haning. It looked like his insides had been drained out of the middle of his stomach. Serori dry-heaved, having already rid her stomach of everything. The anger was threatening to boil over, but she reigned it in again, making sure she used it when it was best to be used.
She looked around the building once more, eyes red, nostrils flaring. A blue aura was beginning to show around her, with white sparks flashing on and off all around it. She looked again at Matcha, again at Kabocha. She picked up a table and threw it at a wall. It shattered, and she stalked to the cashier. She slammed it open, and saw that it was empty. With a roar of rage, she threw it, also, against the wall. She did the same with two more chairs, and another table. She wasn't going inside the kitchen.
Blood pounded in her veins, she picked up the body of Matcha. The best I could do for him, she thought, I can't bury him, not in this shape. It would be shameful. She placed her hand on his stomach, and shot several ki blasts at Matcha, obliterating the body of the dead, drained Saiyan. Somehow, this didn't help, and only caused her to grow angrier, activating her Kaioken. She threw more furniture, blasting bowls out of the air. She continued shooting ki blasts, kicking, punching, destroying everything she could, until she finally passed out from exhaustion.
When she awoke, there was nothing left. The bodies had disentegrated, all the furniture lay broken next to the wall, the area seperating the kitchen and the eating area was destroyed. As for the kitchen, everything in there had also been destroyed. If anybody had searched for food, they may have found a celery, sweetpotato, squash, a single mushroom, and some green tea. Serori left, in silence. She regretted nothing, did not feel any remorse. She had once again let herself grow close to somebody, some thing, and once again, everything had let her down. She returned to her pod, her home, and vowed only to return to Saru City to steal things to eat, or clothes, or whatever she absolutely needed, if she could not from the wild.
(Done, PL Please [I'm not sure how these things work, I'm not sure if I can request PL, if not, just let me know and just reward Zeni. Thanks.]))
((P.S.- Jor, if you read this, this is from me, not Serori. I WILL have my revenge. That is all.))
