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| Bel Zephyra | Jan 7 2016, 10:01 AM Post #21 |
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Her head turned left to right to gaze at Abraham, Abel, and Gatz. She stood in between the three men who she feared would get in a fight and create chaos within her dojo. She got involved to prevent her newest students from harm. Though they were strong, they were not ready for her husband yet. A couple of flashbacks of her previous saiyan student came to mind. He had an arrogance to him that ultimately got him killed. She warned him not to provoke her husband, however, nobody ever listened to her. Her husband murdered her last student due to the his lack of discipline and for his involvement in their personal lives Her green gaze felt sympathetic for Abraham when he hid behind his brother because of the General's bold intimidation. He sent shivers down the spines of countless with one look. "Nooo, what a loser. Nobody wants to train with him," she teased about Hercule and his dojo of muscle bound bums. Gatz boasted about her talents. She blushed at Gatz's compliments. "Thank you sir," she appreciated his confident booster. "I try my best," her voice turned cute as she said it, but had been drowned out by her husband's husky tone. "Here it comes," she thought when he mentioned the one law that he told most of the cadets and those who entered her dojo. She found his one rule a bit unreasonable. How did he expect them to not look at her? Did he want them to look at the ceiling or perhaps the floor when she spoke? Her head shook at his ridiculous law. The Final Heaven master scratched her head at Gatz's rule. She interrupted him before he continued to question Abel and Abraham. "Uh sir. Don't you think you're being unreasonable with that rule. How on Earth is he supposed to get training from me if he can't look at me. I'd find it rude if he stared at the floor or at a bird outside a window while I was in the middle of a lesson," she smiled to stop the argument before it happened. They got in several arguments because of her more rebellious nature. "Should I blind fold them?" She asked curiously. After her question, she fell quiet and observed her two newest students. Their green eyes reminded her of a cat's eyes. They appeared stronger than the normal human. ![]() "They do look different," she thought when Gatz pointed it out, but her husband had a sharp sense about people. When he questioned Abel about his military background, her eyes widened a bit because of how accurate depiction of her student. How had he known? Silently, she waited for Abel to respond because they have had Red Ribbon Army and Black Bow Army spies infiltrate the base to kidnap her. WC: 498 TWC: 2,572 Edited by Bel Zephyra, Jan 7 2016, 10:07 AM.
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| Abraham | Jan 7 2016, 12:03 PM Post #22 |
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That law was something that would linger in Abel's mind for a mere moment before Abraham logged it in a notebook while hiding behind Abel. The green eyes locked onto Gatz and nodded his head, "Understood, Sir." Then followed the question as to what military Abel came from. That was going to come up sooner or later, but saying 'demon' might actually get them both killed. Their appearances were dead giveaways, Abraham and Abel knew that already, no human had these eyes without some form of contact lens, and only ravers and EXTREMELY dumb kids get those. As for the hair and sharp teeth, that was a little more subtle, but the eyes themselves were what really stood out. Abel would sigh, his eyes would flicker and return to normal soon after. "I suppose Bio-warrior 'freak' would be a reasonable assumption if I wasn't born from a... Mostly living mother. Our features are different of course in comparison to the ordinary trainee that comes in here, aside from the mostly human exterior, Sir." Abraham would state plainly, he was going to go on with a fairly short origin as to how Abraham and Abel obtained their current features to hide some other facts. "Abraham, plug your ears." "Okay!" Abraham did as such, still hearing and seeing everything from Abel of course, but still. Abraham had already thought up something that would keep him away from most of the unlikable Militaries across the globe of earth. "I don't care for telling this very much, but Abraham and I were born in a Human scientist family, Around the age of four or five I was exposed to one of their captives. I was the first, born roughly ten years before Abraham was. As such I was the first to see our 'Mother', a dismembered Alien kept heavily sedated in a vat of some sort, heavily irradiated. Sending me into the Vat and exposing me physically to the Alien and the radiations altered me on a genetic level, just as it would Abraham years later. Abraham would keep his hand on his younger brother's shoulder for a moment, ensuring that the ears remained plugged until the little tale was over. "Afterwards, my eyes began to change to the color they are now and my Brown hair turned white. After a few months of being babied, I was placed inside a simulation that mentally and physically prepared me for what was to come in this world, training my reflexes, altering my mindset to become as it is now. Something that I prevented Abraham from experiencing by getting him out of that place. In short, our mother is an Alien and I was no Real military trained me, Sir. " Abel would tap Abraham's shoulder to get him to uncover his ears. Their real parents must not have mattered much if any, Abraham would attempt to hide behind Abel some more until this little Meet and greet with the General was over. Abraham attempted to follow that little law Gatz had just set, preventing himself from looking over or responding to Bel's little jokes as he should have. WC: 528 TWC: 3556 Edited by Abraham, Jan 7 2016, 12:23 PM.
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| Gatz | Jan 7 2016, 07:45 PM Post #23 |
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"Don't question my orders Secretary. I know what I'm doing. I'm a professional at keeping you safe. " he glared at his girl, but then winking at her because her question was just how fucking innocent she was. Getting her involved in war and combat, would be worse than slaughtering the blood of millions. The humans didn't know how lucky they were to have her. If she wasn't around, the Earth would be turned into a massive graveyard courtesy of the Great Android Terror. She was his physical representation of a heart because otherwise he didn't have one. Its only purpose served for biological reasons and nothing more. Turning his attention to the two freaks, he spotted the Abraham kid jotting something in his note pad. "Smart." he thought, considering most were too stupid to get what he said the first time. The taller one asked the chicken wuss to cover his ears. Assuming it was something fucked up, he nudged his head at Bel. "Do the same." he requested. The terror listened, waiting for the freak to say something about the RRA and one slip up meaning the end of him and his brother. His life story had nothing to do with the organizations, keeping the android terror at ease and from snapping the white haired freak's neck. He got to the point of his story, adding that he was an alien and that he wasn't part of any military faction. He lied to keep his brother in check. Nudging his head a second time, he had Bel keep her ears covered. "Sounds like you've had a tough life. I thought you were one of those orphan wusses I get on a daily basis that tell me they've had it rough and want some kind of award for it. Pathetic. " he mocked at the stupidest stories he heard in his lifetime. ![]() "You're the first son of a bitch to walk through the place not asking for handouts. I see the bags you got there. How about we talk business?" he asked, having something in mind for the freak. wc: 372 twc: 1,624 Edited by Gatz, Jan 7 2016, 08:30 PM.
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| Bel Zephyra | Jan 7 2016, 08:40 PM Post #24 |
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"I question them because they are impossible to follow sir. I bet you couldn't follow them either," she replied slyly and then folded her arms with a defiant attitude. There had been truth behind her words. He made those around her nervous and frightened because they were wary of the consequences. The cadets of Final Heaven looked away or at the ground whenever they saw her walk by them. The only moments she got to speak to them directly had been in her council sessions where they were allowed to express their emotions towards her. Her heart warmed at her husband's protectiveness over her, and she understood it. It brought a smile on her face that he cared about her as deeply as he had. However, she sometimes wondered what she expected of others. How could they train with her if they could not look at her? For the moment, she decided to put aside her argument to give Abraham and Abel her full attention. Gatz asked about their history in the military. Calmly, she waited for an answer. She had more patience than her husband who she suspected had questioned Abel because he did not trust him. Her gifted senses told her that the two were good and that if they were part of the Red Ribbon Army or the Black Bow Army, they would have tried to harm her already. She respected Abel enough to cover her ears with her hands, but at the same time, she did not want Abraham to be left out of the equation. The two spoke. It had to be about a serious topic that consisted of Abel's and Abraham's past. She wanted to hear what Abel said. She even tried to read his lips. "Abel is a sasquatch? That does not seem right...Who am I kidding? I am terrible at this and whatever they are discussing must be super top secret," she shook her head at horrible translation. While Gatz and Abel spoke among themselves, she made funny faces at Abraham. She stuck her tongue out at him, did a small jig dance behind the General, and peeled her eyelid downward to taunt her husband who had no idea that she poked fun at him. WC: 398 TWC: 2,970 Edited by Bel Zephyra, Jan 7 2016, 08:43 PM.
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| Abraham | Jan 7 2016, 09:56 PM Post #25 |
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"Abel i've written everything down for later reference..." Abraham would mutter, hearing the last few bits of what was going on in detail. "Good, we'll need to review the notes later..." Abel would respond, dialing out the bits about 'orphans', 'rewards', 'hand-outs'. They were less than desirable words and titles. The concept of accepting a 'hand-out' was more or less revolting to both Abel and Abraham, they had survived for a good ten years without any financial aid, doing odd jobs and simply camping most of the time or staying in hotels for short periods of time in various places. Abraham would continue jotting down notes, sometimes accompanied by a drawing of some sort that would play into what he was writing, presumably the notes were were psychological notes on the Android Terror and the rules he had already laid out. Gatz' rules on the top alongside the Terror's occupation.. Abraham would finally take a peak out from behind Abel to see what was going on rather than just hiding entirely like a small child behind a very conveniently shaped lamp. Abraham turned his head up to his older sibling and raised an eyebrow. The term business of course meaning something that could be a great opportunity or simply something that could offer them a permanent place to stay rather than simply wandering around the world constantly in search of a different home. Still, the term did cause some stir in Abraham's head. Abel tilted his head merely a few degrees to the side, the tone of his voice was relatively calm, "Yes, we've been traveling for quite a bit... What did you have in mind?" In regards to the bags, and then the possible proposition of what was to come. Hopefully this last bit would ensure that Abel and Abraham wouldn't be blown to bits if there was a mix-up. However, the little story Abel had told was something that fit together quite well, filling in for some of the gaps in the tale that Abraham had created. Where and what their mother was, why they looked like they did, why Abel was so... Soldier ready or Militarized already. Abel would place the large duffle-bag on the ground, Abraham would do the same with his satchel which had various child-like oddities inside, some crayons, pens, a second note pad. Some juice boxes. Simple things. Abraham of course, still keeping his own note-pad out, as well as a pen. Abraham would cover his mouth at what was going on behind Bel and keep his mouth shut for the time being. It was likely for the best, no matter how much Abraham wanted to laugh. From the eyes being pulled and everything else going on... "Whatever the offer may be my brother will have to accompany me. I still have things to teach him before He is able to go on, Sir." The contrast between Abraham and Abel was severe, one of them being childish, the other being so serious and focused that it was almost uncanny. WC: 502 TWC: 4058 Edited by Abraham, Jan 7 2016, 10:25 PM.
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| Gatz | Jan 8 2016, 05:44 AM Post #26 |
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He ignored the major differences in both, finding the contrast unimportant in the business he had to offer. Keeping his glare on the two, the Abraham kid reminded him of the cadets be had to train on a daily basis. They were separate from the students Bel trained and product of the human garbage he had to work with for a military. Turning to Bel, he saw her sticking her tongue out, trying to be serious around her to appear official. He hid a smirk from her to avoid giving away what he had in mind, knowing shed be the first to complaim about it. The General always had the last word. Bel and him were different too. Ying and Yang. Beasty and Beast. Good and Bad. Innocent and Cruel. Sane and Insane. Heaven and Hell. Submissive and Dominant. Their differences are what made them an invincible duo in his mind, balancing each other out. He kept her safe and she kept him focused. "I'm moving around staff. Taking this one's current body guard and moving him. The goof freak needs a break." he commented, making it sound like Bel created mayhem. She liked getting involved in troublesome shit she shouldnt be and being number one on the hit list of BBA and RRA. He couldnt risk leaving her alone, confining her to the base. Fucking impossible. She slipped or teleport our without a problem, remembering last time she accidentally instant transmissioned herself right on enemy lines. "Sometimes I'm out on business and cant be around to keep an eye on this one. Need a body guard to keep this rebellious banana under check. She's always causing trouble." he said loud for her to hear him. ![]() "4...3...2....1" he counted down the exact amount of seconds it took for her to protest. He got ready for it. wc: 306 twc: 1,933 Edited by Gatz, Jan 8 2016, 05:55 AM.
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| Bel Zephyra | Jan 8 2016, 10:03 AM Post #27 |
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Bel lowered her hands from her ears to listen to the conversation and to poke more fun at the serious General. Once more, she stuck her tongue out at him when he had his back turned to her. She smiled at Abraham to keep him entertain. The raven haired beauty had her tongue out at the General while her fingers wiggled like worms to tease him further. She wasn't able to stop herself in time to avoid embarrassment. He turned to her while her fingers wiggled and her tongue stuck out at him. She stopped abruptly. Shyly, she lowered her arms to her sides because she had been caught with a hand in the cookie jar and like a child "Did he finally change his mind about me having a body guard?" She marveled at the possibility. Her short moment of happiness crashed into a pit of fire that became the truth behind his intentions. ![]() "W-what? You cannot be serious Sir!" Why did she bother to ask when she knew that his requests were always serious? "I don't need body guard. I can protect myself. Plus they are my students! It is my job to protect them and not the other way around you. Ughhh, why are you doing this to me?" She exclaimed. Her voice squeaked in disappointment. Her other body guard, who she saw as a brother, Paul Phoenix, had been reassigned to her daughter Anju. For a split second, she assumed she might be free from heavier protection. She became a child with a tantrum at ridiculous request he had towards her two newest students. In need to express her frustration, she jumped in front of her taller husband and the General of Final Heaven who most wouldn't dare challenge. Her eyes narrowed up at him. ![]() "It's not fair!" She whined. WC: 327 TWC: 3,297 |
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| Abraham | Jan 8 2016, 12:25 PM Post #28 |
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'Rebellious banana', strange phrase to describe someone who was clearly close to the General. Following the actual nature of the business proposal the countdown started, this was just something else that further just insinuate a relationship. Abraham would write down the word 'Rebellious Banana' on the paper giggling slightly at the phrase, however Abel kept a straight face. A position as a body guard? An interesting proposition for an occupation, however the 'who' he would be protecting would be very Ironic. Guarding someone who was clearly much stronger than Abel himself seemed a bit trivial. Still, Abel needed something to do... Even if he was just going to be a literal human shield to soak up what would literally be just one attack from an enemy thanks to their current conditions. Hell the weird thing was if Abel or Abraham even attempted to guard someone, just one of their deaths would cause the other brother do perish as well. As much as their new master hated it, and as much as the idea would cause Abraham to jump slightly, Abel stood there unfazed. "I'll gladly take up the position... What was that about 'Instant Transmission'? Permission to ask what and where that was learned, Sir. The term body guard would suggest that Abel would need to be protecting Bel if and when Gatz wasn't there to do so himself, even when he wasn't using Camera's to spy. Abraham would stare at Abel for a few moments with this questioning glare, to which Abel responded with a pat on his little brother's head. "Don't worry. You're going to help." Abel would make a remark to try and comfort his brother on what he had just agreed to. This would only be followed by Abraham's own question on the subject. "Does this mean you're getting a job?" Followed by "Well, I already said yes..." Abel stared down and shrugged at his younger brother. 'What you cant be serious!' and so on from their new master caused Abraham and Abel to raise an eyebrow. What she said was true? Sort of at least. A Master's job, a teachers, was usually to simply pass on techniques and train their students, teach them. In this case the entire subject was to strengthen and teach proper manipulation of Ki. Flight, attacks, and so forth. Even mental lessons from time to time, depending on who was teaching of course it could be cryptic... But protecting Abel and Abraham? Sometimes this kind of stuff was just there and more often than not disrupted the flow of things. Although, this all depends on the master... Abraham and Abel would await for the General and Master Bel to resolve the subject. WC: 449 TWC: 4507 Edited by Abraham, Jan 8 2016, 12:26 PM.
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| Gatz | Jan 8 2016, 01:33 PM Post #29 |
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His countdown led to a blast off, causing him to sneer because he expected it. Looking down at his girl, he stepped to her, towering over her. "Precisely. With you training them, they got no choice, but to follow you wherever you go when I'm not around." he said, giving her a trolled response to an otherwise intelligent plan. He couldn't take chances with the enemies that were after her because one slip meant the world's end.![]() He found her complaining fucking adorable. "You done?" he commented to stir her up more just to give the two freaks a show of what they were in for. The terror's girl was stubborn. Then something about her whining got the better of him. Clenching his fists and gritting his teeth, he saw the sadness in her eyes, finding it hard to control his temper because it wasn't her fault there were sick fucks out on the loose. He didn't blame her for shit, knowing she was innocent, but protecting her, was more important than keeping her pride together. He'd rather her be mad at him than have some fuck take her or hurt her. "You questioning my orders?" he snarled. " What happened to you last week was another damn reason why you need it. You went into enemy lines. ALONE. Why don't you tell these two what happened? I found you with a fucking Frankenstein freak that could have hurt..." he lost his cool when being reminded of what happened, firing an energy blast into the wall, that decimated the side of it. The blast itself blew up a nearby jeep, causing cadets to fall over and scream like wusses from the flames that erupted. ![]() Upon blowing up half the wall, he huffed and cracked his neck to relieve his rage. His anger wasn't directed at her, but at the trash around the globe that made her life fucking impossible to live normally. One day he'd end them all, one by one, and give her a life of peace by leaving his enemies in pieces. "This is for your protection, a priority, and an order. " he demanded, clenching his chiseled jaw and glaring at her to get her to agree. wc: 390 twc: 2,385 |
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| Bel Zephyra | Jan 8 2016, 01:52 PM Post #30 |
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"Was that your plan all along? Gee, thank you," she commented sarcastically in regard to her students being her body guards. Her husband had a remarkable sense of timing. Her arms folded across her chest because of her frustration with the whole scenario. He went as far as to use his chain of command against her. The instant he brought up last week she unfolded her arms and looked back at the two who witnessed the argument. "Do not be a butt," she sighed because the argument got more heated. He reminded her of the incident where she, for a second, lost control of her abilities at the Final Heaven dojo and teleported into the Red Ribbon Army Territory where she met a friendly android who aided her. He helped her find a location to hide before the Red Ribbon Army discovered her location. Luckily, her husband and Paul found her in time before a crisis started. Nevertheless, the situation turned out find. "It was a tinee, whinee accident," she murmured softly like a child who got caught red handed when Gatz told her two students in the room what had happened. "I did not have full control of my powers yet! I had no idea that I would magically appear at the Red Ribbon Army base. It was a mistake I told you that!" She pleaded her case because it was the truth. Her ability to instantly go to any destination in the world had its perks, but it wasn't easy to control yet. ![]() The General had heard none of her explanations. He unleashed his rage onto the helpless wall. Her shoulders jerked when he blasted a hole through the it and caused a vehicle to explode outside which rocked the ground itself. "Someone could have used that jeep you know. You are impossible sometimes," she looked down at the ground and pinched the bridge of her nose because he put her in a spot where she would have to agree or else he'd create more fear until she had. The funny part about their argument was that it was about her safety. He cared for her deeply as she had him. This warmed her heart to the point that she put aside her pride. She sawthrough his temper whereas most didn't. His aggressive displays of rage were how he expressed his feelings of concern and care without words because a rugged man like him couldn't. It was against his nature. "Yes sir," she complied respectfully. "But I will make their jobs extremely difficult," she added with a smile to lighten the mood and because they accepted the offer. WC: 462 TWC: 3,759 Edited by Bel Zephyra, Jan 8 2016, 02:24 PM.
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He couldn't take chances with the enemies that were after her because one slip meant the world's end.



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