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| The hero's respite.; Nise meets Zangya (and others? Probably just her.) | |
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| Targui | Feb 2 2015, 02:18 PM Post #1 |
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Nise must've definitely been a machine mutant, he had gone through a very severe mutation over a day. . . . He shrunk down from 6'4" to 5'7", what was once a meat attronach comparable to someone who had spent their entire life on steroids down to. . . . well, a boy. His age must've regressed by at least 20 years, because Nise hardly looked any older than 18 now. . . His white hair had turned black and suddenly grown out into a long mane. If it weren't for the people of this city he wouldn't have had any clothing that would fit, after saving men and women alike from a series of robberies and so forth, they rewarded him with some kind of black spandex suit that was reminiscent to the saiyan suits, along with a replica of battle armor that had literally no protective properties whatsoever. It would have been quite the pickle to suddenly mutate and physically shrink like that in public and suddenly be left half naked. . . Nise was sort of a lean tooth pick now, granted he still had quite condensed and well refined muscles and what not, just a toothpick in comparison to what he once looked like. His hair was black and his metallic tail was now brown, his pale skin was peach and Nise could actually bare to look at himself in a reflection now. . . The thing that didn't change was now he was borderline invulnerable to most human conventional firearms, all of the mass that he was once composed of was still there, it was just hyper-condensed giving him a new appearance and a much higher density than one person would have imagine. He probably weighed 2 tons without looking any heavier than 150 pounds. There must have been some unconscious shape shifting capabilities he was able to preform, some mental image of what he once was, a saiyan, projected into a physical form that reflected to his outer self, the physical manifestation of what he thought he looked like. The scientific term for that would be 'Residual self imaging', sort of like how a dream projects the user. The mental idea of what 'you' looked like inside your head. Kind of like an avatar for a video game, customized till you think its nearly a perfect replica of yourself. "Hey, its that guy from the news. . . " . As nise walked through the streets he was greeted by several men and women that thanked him for stopping whatever he did to make him this likable in central city. . . Despite his new appearance they still recognized him, he was after all put on the front page of a news paper that said 'unnamed Hero gets a new face' or something cheesier. "U-Uh. . . hey?" Nise would greet them in return before continuing to walk. . . they tried to ask him to flex at something and cause it to explode. . . People were freaking weird. Humans were weird, this city was weird. Nise felt that this was all foreign to him. Nise had quite the busy time over the past few days. . . he had stopped a ring of preppy bullies from a colleague from ever hurting anyone again like they did to whoever they thought were weaker. He stopped some stupid bikers from taking over a city, he had even helped a few of the elderly. Nise was the ideal representation of what the people saw a hero as, incredible powers, a handsome youthful face, borderline invulnerability. . . WC: 602 Edited by Targui, Feb 2 2015, 02:19 PM.
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| Paragus | Feb 2 2015, 02:39 PM Post #2 |
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While Nise was being given a Hero's Welcome, a certain blue-skinned, pointy-eared, orange-haired heroine was also walking down the street. She greeted people who greeted her back with a pleasant, enchanting smile as she puffed at a cigarette between her lips happily. Both these lovely things called cigarettes, as well as the kindness of the people of Earth, had done well to help turn the former Space Pirate around personality-wise. Oh sure, while she still had her old cruel streak in her, she wasn't much of a killer in her, and didn't particularly enjoy the pain of others as much anymore. Zangya stopped in her tracks when an, admittedly, attractive, muscular man walked up to her and asked to take a picture with her. "Sure thing, cutie. Anything for a fan" she said with a flirtatious purr, kissing him softly on the cheek for a moment, before she wrapped an arm around his shoulders and pulled herself close to him so that a picture could be taken between the two of them. Yes, Zangya, the former right-hand henchwoman of Bojack, former Galaxy Soldier and Space Pirate, was now a bit of a celebrity herself, being a heroine who's appearance was seen as more exotic, rather than freaky. With that done, she politely declined the man's offer of a date, considering the fact that she just didn't find him to be his type. After her run with Bojack ended in tragedy, she had grown less fond of the tall, muscular hunks, and had developed a bit of a thing for that cute bald man who had once called her hot the first time they met up. She barely knew him, of course, but she certainly wanted to get to know him. Perhaps when they met up again, she could get the chance to know him better. As she continued on her way, continuing to puff away at her cigarette, she noticed another hero from around these parts. She didn't know his name, where as the people of Central City, via the news, knew her name was Zangya because she had told news crews. She was determined to prove that she had changed her ways and was a good person now, after all of the years of being locked up, and all the years before that of being a pillaging, murdering Space Pirate. She had learned her lesson after Bojack had cheapshot-killed her in an attempt to kill that young, golden-haired boy. Deciding that there was no real need to stay out of his way, Zangya decided to go up to him, walking within his field of view, and walked up to him, puffing away at a cigarette all the while. "I was wondering when I would get a chance at meeting my colleague in the art of heroism. It's nice to meet you" Zangya said to Nise in a fairly polite tone of voice, her normal voice still managing to sound something like a seductive purr of sorts as she talked to her fellow hero. ___________ WC: 500 |
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| Targui | Feb 2 2015, 03:10 PM Post #3 |
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The city didn't know the name of their new found savior. They had taken to calling him Gouketsu, meaning 'Hero' or 'great man'. Still, when the orange haired alien girl stopped him in his tracks he did in fact take his time to look her over for a moment. . . 'Am I on earth or is this some kind of creepy trick by god that i'm in hell. . . Wait, does hell have hot girls? You'd think they'd have girls that are half spiders, or have spikes for skin, or have spiky half girl half spiders. . . Half Spiker girls. . . Spikers. . . No, wait, this isn't hell, hells a terrible place full of evil and ugly people! The people here are relatively nice, granted the ones i've beaten up were bad guys. . . ' Nise thought to himself. . . Nise was lost in thought for a moment, he was obviously distracted for a moment by the presence of the exotic alien girl, or simply by his own delinquent thoughts. Still unlike earth men he kept his mind out of a metaphorical gutter. Was he one of these paragon types? The incorruptible pure pureness that was often associated with legendary heroes? That would explain why he's so liked by the people of this city. They practically saw him as the guy that would eat tanks piloted by the worst people in the world and then lock up the bad guys in a prison like in some of the old cartoons. By all means he was sort of a stereotype of the 'ideal hero'. He was obviously brave, he had the stalwart figure and broad shoulders (granted he was a little skinnier than the average hero muscle head, he was lean after all. It was a common build for teenagers, although, those with that common build didn't exactly have a six pack abs.) From what had been seen in the papers there was a headline that really seemed to settle in the idea of Nise being a hero to the people. "The fight, its in his blood. He's gonna rise above. . . Power from within, bravery will win against the stench of disaster!". As cheesy as that sounded it still worked on the masses. Nise blinked and then coughed looking himself over and making himself relatively presentable to the heroine. Quickly tucking his own hair behind his ears and checking his own black arm warmers to see if they were still on right, making sure his biceps were still dense and strong. Nise's hair probably went down to the lowest part of his spine, a single red band keeping his hair (other than the bangs and the locks on the side) from going everywhere. The change to his body that occurred had taken a slight effect on his mind. He was still relatively kind and considerate, he was just younger when it comes to his general mindset. So, pretty girls were kind of a distraction. Still, he managed to act mature and hardy just as he always had. "Nice to meet you too?" He didn't seem to know who she was. . . Where did this kid come from? He must've heard of the mighty Hera race before. . . then again this guy was kind of odd. He showed up when. . . a few days ago? Must've been new to this planet, but he didn't act like one of the war rampaging Saiyans that he should have. It was more like someone reprogrammed him or reeducated him to be like this. His monkey tail unraveled from his waist and swayed from side to side. He obviously picked up on the seductive purr, his tail showed that really. "I'm sorry, but I dont seem to know who you are, ma'am. . . " He was very respectful, he must've called just about everyone his age and older Sir or Ma'am. WC: 658 TWC: 1260 Edited by Targui, Feb 2 2015, 10:29 PM.
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| Paragus | Feb 2 2015, 03:36 PM Post #4 |
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Zangya saw the obvious hesitation on the unknown man's face, and her lips twitched upwards into an amused smile. Thankfully, though, she managed to keep the cigarette locked between her lips so that it didn't fall to the ground. The last thing she wanted was for it to fall to the floor and force her to relight another one. The hesitation in the man's voice was a bit cute, so she let out a slight giggle when he phrased the sentence nice to meet you as a sentence, almost as if he was unsure if it was a good thing to meet her. "You sounded as if you weren't sure if you were happy to see me. My my my, a girl could take that the wrong way, you know" Zangya said as she let out a melodious laugh in amusement, genuinely finding Nise's confusion amusing. She had a feeling her appearance was part of, if not all of, the cause about his current state, and to be quite honest, she couldn't really blame him. After all, it wasn't every day that someone came across someone that looked like she did. Zangya, though, felt her looks gave her an exotic beauty kind of look to her, though. Zangya's eyes didn't stray from Nise's face, but she could see Nise's tail within earshot. Having been on Earth for a fair while, she had come across a couple of Saiyans, and could easily tell them apart from Humans when they had their tails. So, the fact that this interesting being in front of her had the tail of a Saiyan to let her know that something was off here. He didn't seem to look all that much like a Saiyan, yet he had the tail of one. It was odd, but she wasn't really concerned about that for now. When Nise had said to her that he didn't know who she was, she raised an eyebrow in surprise. While she had a bit of a modeling career going on, she also acted as a bit of a hero at times, so her name was very well known, though not in the same vein as Bulma Briefs or Hercule Satan. It was hard to not know of her, considering her appearance and all, but surprise of all surprises, there WAS someone who didn't know who she was. Well, today seemed like it was going to be a day of firsts. Zangya, after having finished her cigarette, stamped it out on the ground, and then quickly pulled out another, lighting it up and taking another puff, before holding the cigarette between her fingers for a moment. "Well, my name is Zangya, the last of the Hera Race. I'm a fashion model, and also part time as a hero on occasions. I'm a bit of a celebrity, though not anything super big like certain others. It's fine if you don't know me, though, since even with how I look and such, there are still people who don't know me" she said as she waved off his lack of knowledge about her existence. __________ WC: 513 TWC: 1,013 Edited by Paragus, Feb 2 2015, 03:43 PM.
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| Targui | Feb 2 2015, 04:36 PM Post #5 |
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Nise looked 'ALMOST' like a saiyan, but there were a few tidbits that would easily throw someone off. The fact his veins almost looked like wires, his handsome features could be tossed to the side but this Boy just so happened to have skin that shined almost like an organic metal, the gleam off his face would have indicated he was extremely healthy. . . He almost looked like some kind of demi-god with looks like that. An athletic lean build, handsome facial features, the unusual green eyes that seemed to light up like emeralds held up to a light, the long flowing black hair. . . His skin alone would have set someone off that he wasn't a saiyan. . . "I-I'm sorry. . . I am glad to m-meet you, your pretty blue skin kinda threw me off. . . " He spoke in regards to the fact of how he spoke, he even threw in a compliment to make up for it. His peach skin and cheeks turned red in embarrassment for a moment. Nise did have trouble adjusting to his new bodily state. Being a machine mutant and effective replica of a Saiyan, or a Saiyan turned into a machine mutant, still gave him biological properties to cope with. The kind someone had to cope with from their teenage years and up. Being that the whole state was new to him, it was much easier to fluster Nise. Still, he had this hint of determination underneath all the youth and hesitant conversation skills, he might have actually been an entirely different person when it came to battle. Nise must've had trouble talking to pretty girls, though, that was to be expected from someone's age group that he looked like (he generally has the age and mindset of someone 17 to 19. His body is aged to at least 18 to 20 years old) "Erm, sorry for not knowing you, Ma'am. . . Nise paused for a moment his tail wrapping around his own leg. "M-Myy name is Nise, I'm a Saiyan hero. That was the only occupation he ever had or would have, 'hero'. He didn't carry the violent characteristics of a Saiyan, or their lust for battle. He seemed more like a pacifist if anything, but from his last few 'heroic business' things, he was clearly no pacifist. He absolutely destroyed the bad people that caused trouble for the townsfolk. Nise was rather new to civilization or earths people, whether they be alien or not. "I'm sure you're very popular among the humies, i'm just not very well informed about social media or anything like that. . . Plus I woke up in the middle of a desert like three days ago." The papers did seem to have gotten a short interview with nise. They even mentioned in the top article that he 'came from nowhere and nothing' and just started to protect people. Granted he did mention the 'turtle school' in it. He was training under the short bald man named Krillin after all. Nise didn't seem to want to mention it, but Zangya's exotic skin color and overall appearance was quite. . . whats the word that starts with a B that people use to say when something is really pretty? Oh, right, Beautiful. Zangya was downright beautiful to Nise, thats probably why he was so damn flustered. WC: 567 TWC: 1827 |
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| Paragus | Feb 2 2015, 06:26 PM Post #6 |
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Zangya raised an eyebrow in amusement over the man's stuttering, finding it a little cute. It was a clear sign of nervousness, or maybe embarrassment, she didn't know. Whichever one it was, though, she didn't mind or care, because it still made her feel amused over his apparent embarrassment, or nervousness, whichever one it was. She took the time to grin in in glee, always a fan of being flattered by people's compliments. She thought her blue skin was particularly striking herself. Zangya was far from a humble woman. She knew what she had, and she knew how to flaunt it. "Aw, why thank you, kind sir. I happen to think this blue skin of mine is particularly fetching myself. A lot of people like to tell me that it makes me look exotic. Don't you think so?" she asked him with a kind smile as she twirled a lock of curly orange hair around her finger as she pushed her lower lip out in a sort of pouting manner. She wasn't really flirting with him, it was just that that happened to be her natural personality, where she gave off an aura of sensuality and flirtatiousness, when she was really just being normal. Really, that kind of thing was normal amongst the females on her planet. Openly bisexual and open sexually, they had maintained a sense of sensuality and the like that had caused them to develop personalities that were seductive and flirtatious even when they were having a normal conversation. For her, it was completely and totally normal, but she found that others tended to find her personality rather off-putting, in the good, fun way. She had been doing it for so long that she didn't really have a way turn it off when she wanted to turn it off. "Oh, don't worry, it's fine if you don't know me. There are people out there that don't know who I am, and it's not exactly a crime of any kind to not be aware of who I am" she said with another melodious laugh, before acknowledging the man giving her his name. "Well Nise, it's a pleasure to know your name. I'm guessing you live up to your namesake, if your reputation as a hero is anything to go by?" she asked him with her eyebrow raised up in curiosity, genuinely wanting to know if he DID live up to his name. She assumed that that would be the case, since he was apparently a Hero around here, but it never hurt to ask and get confirmation. When Nise had said he was sure that she was very popular with the Humans, she had let out an amused set of melodious laughter, knowing how true that was. "Oh, you have no idea how true that is. These people seem really drawn to me. Perhaps it's because of this exotic appearance of mine" Zangya said as she raked a hand down her body. She knew what she had, after all, and she took a lot of pride in it. _____ WC: 506 TWC: 1,519 |
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| Targui | Feb 2 2015, 08:10 PM Post #7 |
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"Y-Yep, your skin is quite healthy and attractive. I would have asked you out for dinner if it hadn't have been for my nervous social skills and low chances of a yes being said." The saiyan race wasn't exactly supposed to be this vulnerable to being teased or anything like that really. The race of super warriors was most definitely far above when it came to falling from the tree. He must've had a low self esteem when it came to talking to girls, he had already accepted the fact there would be a no to dinner. Nise sure did fumble words a lot. Hopefully she didn't know the meaning of his name, 'Nise'. It was something that was better kept hidden, it referred to what he was, not who he was. Nise was no saiyan (at least not any more), but he was indeed a hero. Perhaps one of the screens over hanging from one of the buildings would answer her question, still he spoke ". . .". . . On que a news report would come up of the 'black haired dashing rogue'. "We have caught wind of another event of heroism by our own vigilante superman of Central City! Just yesterday he stopped a massive group of criminals from taking over a city. . . A student from the ______ University took this footage and submitted it to us publicly." The screen would suddenly switch to a poorly shot video, likely shot from a phone or a camera. . . From the image it appeared Nise was absolutely DESTROYING the bikers, and he wasn't even trying by the looks of it. A ki blast was shot from some stupid prototype blaster that was made by some stupid weapons corporation. He took the blast with no negative effects whatsoever. . . The violence within the video was surreal, Nise did some kind of spin kick, flips, any acrobatic movement one could think of until each and every member of their little group was either incapacitated or running. . . "I dont have anything else to live up to other than the reputation." He didn't stutter this time, that must've been kind of a strong topic to hit because the vulnerable boy suddenly appeared like a brick wall, his brows narrowed into a determined stare that could frighten the most fearless of warriors . . . What were the emotions he felt? Rage, despair, sadness. . . confusion, the root was much deeper than that. The suffering that hid deep within him fueled him to do this kind of thing. What kind of mental conditioning did Nise endure? What kind of pain had he endured in the past that made him like this? There was a dark root that grasped onto his psyche, the determination and willpower radiated off of him like some kind monster that flew through the night dressed as a giant bat. ((BAT-NIIIISE) WC: 485 TWC: 2312 Edited by Targui, Feb 3 2015, 12:23 AM.
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| Paragus | Feb 3 2015, 12:19 PM Post #8 |
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Zangya let out another melodious laugh when she heard Nise compliment her on her, in her mind, beautiful skin. It wasn't the first time she got compliment for it. Amusingly enough, the people of Earth thought her skin was exotic in nature. That seemed to be the keyword the Earthlings used to describe her alien features, exotic. She was an exotic beauty, according to one of the fashion designers that had wanted her to model their clothes for them. She liked that term, exotic beauty, because it made her seemed like she stood out, but in a good way, of course. "Well, thank you for the compliment about my skin. Being of the Hera Race and all, we've evolved to be a hardy people due to our early years, and then later on when we developed into a race of Space Pirates. Due to our immunities to diseases, poisons, and impurities in the body, we all tend to turn out looking very attractive. Funny thing is, we don't even scars from even the most grievous of wounds. I don't really know why that is, but I'm not going to complain about it. I guess it's just evolution at it's finest" she said in an informative, easy-going manner. When Nise told her he would have asked her out to dinner if it hadn't been due to his social skills, she let out a feminine giggle. It wouldn't be the first time someone tried to ask her out, or told her they would have tried if it hadn't been for their nervousness and/or lack of social skills. Zangya was modest enough to admit herself that she would be quite a catch for any man. Zangya had no problem with humble people, but if you were attractive, you would be happier if you just admitted to yourself that you were. "You wouldn't be the first, I can tell you that. However, I would have to decline, though it's not because I'm not interested or anything. It's just that I'm holding off on any relationships or dating. You see, before I changed my ways, I was running with a bad group of Space Pirates called the Galaxy Soldiers, and I was just as bad as them. I want to take some time and reform, prove to myself I'm a changed woman, before I go out with anyone. I have a lot to repent for" she explained to Nise with an easygoing smile on her face. Zangya turned her attention to a news report on a nearby television set about some hero recently stopping a gang of criminals from taking over the city. Raising an eyebrow in curiosity when she heard that some University student had acquired footage of this event, and she leaned in to watch the news report. When it came up, her eyes lit up in recognition when she saw that the hero stopping this group of thugs and lowlifes was none other than Nise himself. How curious, and quite impressive, though she could tell these thugs weren't anything special. When she turned back to Nise, she heard him say that he didn't have anything else other than to live up to the reputation he had, Zangya's crystal blue eyes softened a bit as she continued to puff on her precious cancer stick. Having softened up from the person she used to be, she could now feel sympathy for others, and she felt it right now for Nise. It was a shame that a powerful, decent person like him felt he didn't have a lot. She didn't have much practice in cheering people up, but it was worth a shot. "I didn't have a lot to my name after my time in my old boss's gang the Galaxy Soldiers came to an end due to him stabbing me in the back. You may not have a lot now, but if you don't try, you'll never get more in life than what you have now. Keep pushing and trying to grasp for the things you want, and you'll definitely get what you want one day. You may not get it immediately, but it'll happen" Zangya said to Nise with an encouraging smile on her face to let him know he'll do fine. _____ WC: 703 TWC: 2,222 |
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| Targui | Feb 3 2015, 12:43 PM Post #9 |
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Nise sighed and showed a smug smile on his face, he would think to himself when she said 'wasn't going out with anyone until' and then words followed those words. Nise would think to himself Called it.. . . He did call it too, he had already known the answer would be some form of no. Nonetheless he wasn't brought down by the alien woman's words. In fact he seemed kind of relieved in a manner that he wouldn't have to worry about something else. Nise was a special case when it came to being a species. His attractive demeanor had a 'tink' in it that would have made him borderline immortal. He then smiled and gladly rolled up one of his sleeves to display something rather incredible, "I'm not exactly a normal saiyan, myself. I do have a particular power that none of them seem to have access too. . . Sure every time i nearly die I get a pretty hefty power boost. . . Its even better when you can do this. . ." Nise began to cut his left arm quite deep until some form of biological wire like material, sort of like hundreds and hundreds of veins shot forth and began to close the wound almost instantaneously. The wires were a fleshy red that turned just about as peachy as his healthy skin. There were words that would come to mind, there weren't necessarily such a species that was truly, really, immortal, but what Nise had just displayed was pretty damn close to being immortal. That wasn't anything a saiyan could do. . . In fact that was something nobody on this planet could really accomplish without them being a member of a species that had such properties. Nise would roll down his arm warmer and lower his arm. . . The stalwart figure named Nise would listen to the exotic beauty and ex-space pirate with open eyes and ears, he was paying a great deal of attention to her. When she spoke about her background Nise was just reminded that he himself didn't have any memories like that, a past that is. "I dont exactly remember where I came from, as I said I woke up like two days ago in the middle of a desert. . ." He didn't have any memories? Then what could have given him the impulses, the resolve to become a hero in the eyes of men and women around the world. What was burning the fire in his chest that made him want to be one of the good guys? Sure, Nise didn't have a home, he didn't even have any family or friends that he could call up and ask for help. He didn't even have any memories of who he was before being 'nise', just some memories of being in a damp cell where he was experimented on extensively. Those were things he couldn't really cherish, even if he had the chance to do so. Nise took the words to heart, however he wasn't exactly cheered up by them, that emptiness and emotional distance inside didn't reduce, the gap or black hole didn't shrink in his gullet. Those were things out of reach for the handsome hero boy. "If you say so." WC: 545 TWC: 2857 |
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| Paragus | Feb 3 2015, 03:14 PM Post #10 |
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Zangya tilted her head to the side when Nise had told her that he wasn't a normal Saiyan. What exactly did he mean by that? From what she could see, aside from slightly unusual physical differences, he looked very close to that of a Saiyan to her. Unless he meant he didn't feel like a Saiyan on the inside, or maybe he even meant something else entirely. She didn't know what he was going on about, but she had a feeling that she would be finding out very soon, all she had to do was keep quiet and wait for it. Zangya watched him with raised eyebrows as he cut his left arm rather deeply, and raised an eyebrow in surprise when some kind of wires appeared to fix up the wound. Well, that was quite an interesting ability in Zangya's eyes. It wasn't every day that wires came out of someone's body to heal up a person's wound. It was quite interesting, this ability of Nise's. She wondered to herself how far the healing ability extended to. It more than definitely had limits of some kind, but even with limitations, a Technique or ability like that could still be very useful. "I've known only a few Saiyans, and even I know that they don't do that. I've fought quite a few Saiyans a long time ago, and none of them ever did that. Judging by the wires, I'd say it's safe to assume you're machine-like in some nature. You look a lot like a Saiyan, but how far that reaches down, I can't say for sure. I DO know that wires is not something naturally born creatures have inside of them, but then again, you could quite possibly of some unknown race that has such a unique ability" Zangya said to him. Zangya raised an eyebrow in curiosity when Nise had told her that he didn't know where he came from, having woken up in the desert a few days ago. That was quite sad, really, considering that even though there were parts of her past that she wasn't really proud of, she at least remembered all the things she did in life, and was proud of where she came from. She couldn't imagine what it was like to not have any memories of her past, who she was, where she came from, or anything else like that of the sort. She didn't think she could handle it. "I see. That's disappointing. I'd be agonizing over my lost past, memories and such, so the fact you're doing well at all is a good testament of your willpower. Maybe some day you'll find out who you are, it's just a matter of time and patience. If you go looking for it, I'm sure you'll be rewarded some day" she said to Nise with a smile on her face, before she stuffed her cigarette back into her mouth and took several long puffs of her precious nicotine product, closing her eyes in pleasure over the relaxing sensation that overcame her once again. ____ WC: 507 TWC: 2,729 |
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