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In one fluid motion, Zaofan throws the pot of soup at Dash, but he also throws the capsule at the pot with even more speed, encapsulating the Sapphire Fire Soup in mid air with the capsule flying right at Dash. Simultaneously, he tackles Sasheem out the window, sending both the chef and the Majin into free fall.
"DASH! PROTECT THE SOUUUUUUUUP..."
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Reaching up with one hand, Dash grabs the capsule in which the remainder of the soup was now contained. She then looked at the chef, bewildered, "what's all the fuss, It's just soup, ah'm sure you could make more." Standing up and walking over to the window, "Where'd you go?"
"Ah do feel like ah could run for days an not get tired." She smiled, then shouted out, "Hey! Wanna race?"
Original join date: 11/23/2004
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Atonement only mattered for the living, not the dead. It was a sentiment that she believed completely just a year ago, but that thinking had changed during her time in Purgatory. The guilt of her actions weighed heavily on her, and she felt the need to make up for them somehow. If her own death would be denied to her by those who thought themselves her family, then there had to be something else. To hear the affirmation of what she believed in the past was frustrating.
Then, Ishtar stated that it was better to seek atonement with the living. Her 'victims' may appear to hate her... because they would have a difficult time expressing what they were really feeling... because they were Saiyans. "..." It was then that she sensed that Sarada was nearby. She swallowed her and raised her gaze from the floor and past Ishtar. There, she found Sarada standing there several yards from them.
She swallowed nervously. It occurred to her that she hadn't said a word to Sarada since she was resurrected and arrived on Earth. A fight with a mighty enemy and having to repel an invasion didn't really allow for conversation, but...
Her eyes fell to the floor again. She couldn't even look her sister in the face at this distance; how was she going to be able to look at her up close.
"Give us a moment," Sarada said to Ishtar as she approached. She stopped when she was standing beside the Oni, but didn't move or look anywhere but at Parsley until Ishtar was gone.
How? How can she still care about me after what I did? Parsley wondered bitterly. How?
Sasheem blinked in surprise, wondering why the hell a bowl of soup had to be so well guarded?! Was it really that good?! What the hell was it made o-
Activating his Counter-Warp upon the impact of the tackle, Sasheem split into pieces, rapidly reforming and reappearing behind Zaofan, a furious look on his face. He can't even eat in peace without this human having an issue with it! That was the last straw! Maybe it was finally time to put an end to this particular nuissnce for good!Simultaneously, he tackles Sasheem out the window, sending both the chef and the Majin into free fall.
"DASH! PROTECT THE SOUUUUUUUUP..."
"Keepin' Sasheem from eating good food, huh?" The Majin grumbled. "Anihilation Orb!" He shouted, the energy orb blasting from his hands and spiraling towards Zaofan.
"OPTIC BLAST!" A brief shot of ruby-crimson bursts forth from Zaofan's eyes, meeting the Orb to detonate it. Activating the Zanzoken while floating beneath the Lookout, the chef vanishes from view via Zanzoken, only to spring up from beneath Sasheem to deliver a powerful uppercut to the chin.
"Sasheem! Listen! That soup is meant only for humans! It does nothing for non-humans!"
Having been distracted with the soup bowl up to his mouth, Zaofan returned his attention to his lovely beautiful master just in time to catch the empty bowl hit the table. The dignified Etrina Stoltengarde, heiress to one of the greatest mage family legacies in the world.....had finished her soup with suck reckless abandon that she had a very obvious "soup beard" that she only moved to erase with her napkin the moment she noticed both him and Asha'rah staring at her.
"...Ahhh.....ahah....Well.....That was certainly " A large comedic belch escaped Etrinas mouth, responding with a hand slapped over her mouth. "........It....was good.....yes....v..very good...."
The mage looked alive again, the tired look having vanished from her eyes and been replaced with a mix of embarrassment and....something else.
"......Just so you know...neither of you better mention what happened just now to anyone...Even someone like me can slip once in a while....*cough*...." The mage glanced over to the side of the room where Erosas magcite lay. "......Hmmm.....Well, This was most certainly the most delicious soup I've ever tasted! Its a shame that Erosa isn't here too sample some....Oh how dreadful. I guess we'll have to give the rest away to Sarada."
Though it wasn't much, all three could catch the small crystal suddenly vibrate in its blanket.
The light from the detonated orb was distracting enough to prevent Sasheem from noticing Zaofan's fist connecting with his chin. Rolling back from the impact, Sasheem managed to come to stop, shaking his head to ignore the pain.
"Sasheem has no idea what you're talkin' about you bastard boyscout, but let him explain to you what the 'Golden Rule' is," Sasheem began, the extra arms provided via Naga Palm. "The 'Golden Rule' is jeepin' a Majin away from delicious food is a death wish. And you just broke it for the first and last time!" The irritable Majin spoke as he activated his Mamba Boost as well as his Katchin Mode.
As he sped towards Zaofan, he raised two katchin fingers to attempt to poke the martial chef in his eyes and while the the other arms sped forward to deliver repeated punches to Zaofan's sides.
In the mere moments he has before he's intercepted by Sasheem, Zaofan wonders to himself.
This fight shouldn't be happening! The damned fool! But... but I feel great! That soup has done it! This could be my first test drive!
With newfound resolve, Zaofan yells out, "RAKAN OPTIC BLAST!" His left arm parries, blocks, and counters each of Sasheem's punches thanks to the Rakan Geki. To meet the two Katchin fingers just inches away from his nose, he fires twin, thin Optic Blasts right to their centers, pushing them back enough for Zaofan to grapple the hand with his right, twisting it back and tossing the Majin to the side, and firing a standard, larger Optic Blast towards the flying body.
Zaofan looks up and sees Dash's head peeking out the window. "DASH! Listen! Only humans are to eat that soup! It will do nothing to them! And for the love of Kami, keep it away from the Saiyans!"
"I'm her brother," Pinach answered.
"And I'm her cousin." Rutaba ran up to the window to watch the fight, her tail brushing against Dash's arm. "Who's that fighting out there? They're really going at it!"
Meanwhile, Pinach split his attention between the amazing fight and the capsule in Dash's hand. "What that in your hand?"