Taking her hand down, "I see." Meagan sighed, still struggling with her own emotions, "I am not surprised by her reaction to the news. Charco is like family, to both of us. Cyanna has never had a family, not til we bonded, so she is still inexperienced yet fiercely overprotective once she attaches herself emotionally to someone. She should be told that there is still hope of getting him back."
"Perhaps I should visit, check in on Cyanna and speak with Morgana, that is her name, correct?"
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"A damning restriction."
There was no way to tell for certain if Tiamat was stronger. Parsley was inclined to think she wasn't. Meaning this was a waste of time. Until she knew more about Rex and the full scope of his abilities, she was at a loss. "Charco's alternate was able to somehow merge with Rex. There's hope for our Charco still. I suppose this will take time."
With that, she started for the Lookout to seek out her sister.
"At least there is still hope for this time," It seems the difference between doom and hope was timing when it came to this situation. There were those ready to face Rex, unlike those caught off guard by an unknown predator.
However, it still did not ease the burden of this mission from her shoulders, not yet at least.
The longer from the initial drop, the wider and thinner the ripple cast. As the Coldlight continued to press on toward the earth, already the psychic echo began to thin.
It was as if the subtle voice had called out for so long, the echoes projected from that very same effort all but deafened the reception. Twelve years shouting breathlessly into the void, carrying with it only fragmented images. Scattered. Chaotic. Rapidly departing. Yet the strength of the thought burned with a last impression.
The parting of the tropical canopy led to a towering structure. There upon raised steps were figures garbed in a wholly alien manner, the only flesh exposed from the jewels and regalia their swarthy faces and pointed ears.
Seeded world. Raise the devoted. Thresh the worthy.
Pressing against Karine's mind was a sharo scent, nestled within an cold metallic tang that pushed bitterly at the back of her throat. Old blood.
Once run slick, now ingrained into the ground of this world.
A gift for their god.
The etheric presence from which these thoughts were projected were wide ranging. And yet the the trail was nestled deep inside this drowning darkness. A Nosferatu knew it as sustenance; her father had forbidden it.
But here, it was the only respite from the view of that horrid Eye.
Yet another time displaced person found their way to this universe. At least this one had useful and pertinent information to one of their pressing matters. "I see. You came just in time, then," she replied, not caring about the pun. "I'm Parsley. The angry woman from before is my sister, Queen Sarada. A pleasure."
Her eye twitched.
"...and... Fate was not so fortunate to me in this timeline." At least she was Queen somewhere. "Sounds like I'm dead. Not a surprise." She chuckled darkly. "It's only just now occurred to me that only a week ago, every Parsley was dead." It wasn't funny, but it was.
Her luck was really ****. She was lucky that Sarada had connections, or else she would still be dead.
"Dead? No, forgive my wording. Last I knew, you still lived and were planning to rebuild the Saiyan empire. Our acquaintanceship, however, often relied on a third party and when he passed..."
She still remembered the look in Parsley's eye after her conversion. She didn't say it, but Shōchū was certain that the Saiyan had been disgusted that she alone had survived once more.
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Well, there was another Parsley who's luck wasn't completely dried up. Even though it sounded like the Saiyan race of that universe was in shambles, they had a fine Queen with a good head on her shoulders.
However, she still sighed sadly. She had a feeling she knew who this third party was. There were few humans a Parsley could tolerate. "I see. I hope she succeeds, and one day would like to meet her." And compare notes. She decided not to mention the passing of this person. Form there sounds of it, Shōchū was close to him. "How did Rex take over your planet?"
Praxat grabs Qaztoh by her right arm." Stop your tantrum at once. I told Eva to take your teleportation watch before I went on the mission," Praxat said.
" You, but why?" Qaztoh said.
" Because I will not allow you to meet up with that man. You have to understand no good will come from having a meeting with that man. He is a dragon whose real named is Alakazah wearing a human disguise," Praxat said.
" Oh come on not this bullshit again! Do you honestly, suspect me to believe that the President of Earth is a damn dragon? The whole idea is absurd, what proof to do you or anyone else here have that Earth's President is a dragon besides their word?" Qaztoh said.
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"Excellent," said Nevanlinna, she herself excited at the prospect of learning. However, it would have to wait, for...
...that was when Ishtar caught up and, without wasting a moment, elaborated upon her plans. Nevanlinna propped herself up with her hand and considered the Oni's words as she spoke. Of the Oni's ideas, the only one Nevanlinna had foreseen had been the second... and even then, only in a very general sense. Regardless, she could not deny that every idea had merit.
"Those fruits, as I recall, are quite potent healing agents, and considering this lot's propensity for getting injured... " She trailed off, chuckling. "Yes, well, it is an excellent idea. By all means, find an acceptable plot of land--all of it is fertile and of the highest quality--and plant to your hearts' content. Mayhap, if we can acquire some of those 'senzu beans' I've heard about, we could also plant them."
"As for this... war council, I can see the value in that as well, in addition to how necessary privacy would be for such things," said Nevanlinna. "I have begun work on creating... keys for you all, which, when combined with my permission, will allow entry into Vaikuntha wherever you may be."
The third request was unexpected and quite the... doozy, as earthlings would put it. She wanted to bring a planet in here? The reasoning was sound--an attempt to make amends for previous wrongs--but Nevanlinna wasn't entirely sure Vaikuntha was that large.
...in point of fact, she wasn't actually sure of how expansive it was at all, other than 'very'. Though...
Closing her eyes, she reached out with her senses. And out... and out and out, her awareness expanding further and further until, with surprising ease, it filled the whole of her demesne. The feeling was... odd. Not like the normal sensing of ki, but rather like she had become one, on some level, with it... every nook and cranny, every animal, every plant, every blade of grass... right down to the very fundamental particles... she was aware of all of it.
To such an extent that a curious feeling of... almost losing sight of herself washed over Nevanlinna, startling her and snapping her back to her normal consciousness. Her breath having quickened, she covered her mouth with her hand and took a moment to steady herself, physically and mentally. After a moment, her composure returned and she turned her Amethyst gaze at the oni.
"...yes, it's... possible. Very possible," she said. "Very well, I shall grant this third request as well... in a way it feels right, to... preserve something on the verge of being lost in this way. Curious. Now, you mentioned a fourth request..."
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Sarada wasn't in a good place anymore. She knew that Eva was right, but it didn't feel right. Holding back her anger felt like when she was injected with that poison. It made her feel sick to her stomach. It didn't feel right.
Saiyans exorcised their anger through combat. They exorcised everything through combat. Fighting Rex would have been her way of getting his measure. If he died, so be it. It wasn't like she and Charco didn't attempt to kill each other every time they fought. They certainly didn't hold back.
She sighed and sat down on an empty bed. Her arms wrapped around her legs as she pushed her knees up to her chest. I can't avenge Charco. Fine. But every person killed by Rex isn't on me. It's on them.
The people of this planet were in danger, and Jack and Nunlil weren't going to be enough to stop him from hurting people. And she didn't want either of them putting themselves in danger. That was why they should have simply nipped this in the bud and killed Rex right now. Charco could be brought back to life with the dragonballs, freed from Rex's influence. It shouldn't have been too hard for Tiamat to work that out.
Yeah, that was a great idea. Just let the eternal dragon take care of it. It was the only the solution to this mess that Cyanna was duped into allowing. To think she tried to offer up the child she would have had with Charco. What a crock.
There was a knock on the door jamb. Sarada looked up and saw Parsley standing in the doorway. "What?"
"I came to make sure you had calmed down." She stepped inside and placed a plate of food beside her. "I see your tantrum has ended."
"It wasn't a tantrum," she seethed through gritted teeth. "You and Ishtar may not care about Charco, but I do! I... I did..."
Parsley sighed and sat down. "I know."
For a long time, neither sister said a word. Parsley seemed content to occasionally glance over to see Sarada eating the food of Zaofan's that she picked for her.
For once, Sarada didn't have an appetite.
Well, she did, but she didn't have the desire to eat anything. She felt too sick to her stomach. She felt useless and helpless, and that she let her friend down. She knew about his condition and what he was struggling with, but she had no way to help him. Soon after, she had no chance. "I just feel like I let him down."
"Perhaps. Perhaps not. We were robbed of any chance to help." She sighed heavily. "At this point, all we can do is act in a way that maximizes our chances of seeing him again. Killing Rex out of a misplaced desire for revenge, I believe, may not be the best choice. If it comes to that, so be it. But, Eva was right."
Sarada felt her teeth beginning to grind together.
Noticing this, Parsley pressed her lips into a thin line. "Perhaps recusing yourself is the best option for you."
She looked at her and frowned.
"Go home. Sleep in your own bed tonight. Maybe thinking about this in a neutral setting will help you think more clearly."
She had to admit, the prospect of sleeping in her own bed, in her own home, was more than appealing. That and finally seeing Maiz again after what seemed like an eternity. She needed her council now more than ever. Plus, she had a lot of work to do. "You're right." She stood and picked up the now empty plate. "I'll say goodbye to everyone. Wait, what about you?"
"I'll return tonight. I have to look at that shrine with Blizzar."
"Okay." She gave her a gracious nod, then turned to return outside.