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atimelesslullaby​:

“You may not be of human descent, but you certainly do look very nice.”

She’d keep an ear out for any stories of him. Her own father wasn’t too well liked either. Not by the other races of Hyrule. He looked down upon anyone who wasn’t of Hylian descent. She could remember being a child, before the evil king finally said ‘no more’. How others would argue with him about how he acted. And he wasn’t hearing any of it. Very sad for her, because Zelda loved her father dearly. But he was so… what could she even call it?

Unfair?

Piccolo certainly looked good, though. There was no denying that. Tall, and strong. Green was the color of grass. Of trees in summer, and on occasion, the skies in winter. It wasn’t hard to keep a smile around someone like him. Just looking at him was enough to inspire her. Inspire her to be stronger. And even if she lost to him in the coming match, that would be just fine. Because he’d be a worthy opponent.

Someone who wouldn’t go easy on her just because of the way she looked.

“My father was a bit infamous himself. I still work to this day to make up for the mistakes he made.”

On top of her own mistakes.

“ He was not well liked in Hyrule. When the castle was attacked, my father was the first to fall. And as painful as it is to lose a parent, I can understand why it was done. He was so cruel to anyone who was not of my race.”

          a  slight  unease  grew  on  piccolo ‘ s  cheek ,  a  faint  pink  contrasting  with  his  green  complexion . not  because  of  the  compliment  itself ,  but  rather  from  being  complimented  at  all .  especially  so  after  admitting  to  his  father ‘ s  dubious  actions .

           though  it  then  made  sense  she  would  not  judge  him  as  hastily  as  most ,  considering  she  shared  that  common  ground . with  the  slight  nuance  being  king  piccolo  not  being  prone  to  show  discrimination  in  his  rampages .

           and  both  of  them  seemed  the  realize  the  wrongs  of  their  elder  (  and  for  piccolo,  his  very  own  deeds ,  before  his  redemption ) .  they  could  at  least  try  and  right  them ,  or  make  amends  however  they  could .  a  rather  reassuring  thought  that  zelda  didn ‘ t  plan  on  being  the  same .  she  sure  seemed  wise  beyond  her  ( assumed  ) years .

           he  let  out  a  low  sigh  after  that  pondering .  arms  crossed ,  his  head  tilts  towards  the  royal .          ‘  i  guess  power  does  corrupt .  or  at  least  goes  to  the  head .  ’          he  could  think  of  maybe  king  furry  being  reasonable ,  but  who  knew  what  shady  secrets  were  kept  behind  his  desk .  under  his  breath ,  piccolo  mutters  his  contentment  for  abdicating  to  his  own  inherited  throne .          ‘  after  this  tournament  ends ,  if  some  events  have  it  meet  again ,  i ‘ ll  just  be  hoping  you ‘ re  still  following  that  mindset ,  heh  ’

           his  eyes  perked  up  toward  the  fight .  fierce  as  ever ,  and  the  outcome  wasn ‘ t  that  predictable .  here ‘ s  hoping  he  gets  a  shot  at  whoever  is  next  in  line  after  the  hylian .  and  if  she  won ?  well . then  he ‘ d  root  for  her ,  and  cross  his  fingers  his  loss  would  not  be  in  vain .

          ‘  but  it ‘ s  too  early  to  talk  about  the  end  of  it  yet .  are  you  confident  in  facing  the  strongest  fighters  on  this  planet ?  ’   

#atimelesslullaby #wg: sidelines #zelda played the song of flirt #but piccolo is tone deaf #them both having shady dads tho lmao

[majunicr]

kiealer​:

❝–Piccolo?❞

Her tone is surprisingly light, given her mood. She now takes the moment to peer beside her, coming face to face with one of her childhood mentors. Despite their connection, she she appeared surprise by his initiative to check on her. She blinks, feeling a wave of shame wash over and douse the angry fire, yet the kindling still lingers. Stubbornly, she looks away again.

❝It’s fine, you don’t have to worry about it. It’s not like they can get infected anyway.❞ Her shoulders roll, allowing for more blood to drip down carelessly. ❝…❞ Her gaze flickers back to him for one moment, and she feels another twinge of shame. He’s doing this out of concern for her, she ought to at least show him respect. With a slight sigh, she reaches for the fabric, wrapping it around her entire frame instead of wrapping the wounds individually. It provides more comfort than warmth. 

❝… Thank you. I’ll be just fine after a little while. I’m just– I’m just mad.❞ She grips the fabric even tighter. ❝That… was just as bad as last time. Maybe even worse. I could’ve actually done something and I didn’t.❞

         of  course  she  couldn ‘ t  get  infected , but  that  was  no  reason  to  give  it  up  and  be  put  down .  there  was  no  shame  or  lost  pride  in  accepting  help .  as  for  the  rest ,  there  was  no  reasons  to  let  guilt  swallow  her  whole .

           a  stern  gaze  is  cast  over  nina ,  not  to  scowl  her ,  but  what  expressions  tend  to  grip  him  when  he  speaks  seriously  and  means  it .  in  contrast  to  his  look ,  his  tone  was  more  mellow .  he  tries  to  be  reassuring ,  calm  down  her  temper  against  herself .               ‘  regardless  of  cell ‘ s  new  life ,  at  the  core  he ‘ s  a  monster .  and  he  outright  showed  he  was  still  one .  so  don ‘ t  blame  yourself  for  his  actions .  even  less  for  last  time . . .  ’

         piccolo  stood  up  from  the  bench ,  a  hand  gently  reaching  out  at  nina ‘ s  shoulder ,  careful  not  to  startle  her .         ’  you  did  everything  you  could ,  nina .  and  i  know  how  frustrating  it  can  be  to  still  be  powerless  despite  giving  it  your  all .  ’

         that  said ,  he  knew  it  was  best  letting  her  sort  out  her  own  emotions .  saying  things  once  was  enough ,  repeating  himself  wouldn ‘ t  make  things  that  more  efficient . he ‘ d  let  her  ponder  his  words ,  still  giving  her  a  last  honest  piece  of  his  mind  before  going  his  merry  way.

         ‘  i  have  someone  to  meet . and  i ‘ m  sure  someone  else  will  want  to  see  you .  so  in  the  meantime ,  don’t  forget  this :  you ‘ re  still  stronger  than  you  ever  were ,  and  only  keep  growing  in  potential . i ‘ m  proud  of  you ,  ninazu .  and  so  should  you  be .  ’

#wg: sidelines #sorry for being late :3 #quick but he's off talking to zelda so zerzehrz #anyhow :3 #kiealer #trunks better take care of this good bean

[majunicr]

saiyanandproud​:

“Those sound good,” Mariko agreed, “rose dumplings it is.” Once placed her order she turned to give a curious look at Piccolo’s comment, but upon hearing his question, she immediately the Namekian with a resoluted frown.

“I am Mariko!” She replied, almost as if wondering if that wasn’t her was an insult. She groaned and rolled her eyes. It wasn’t his fault – she was just still not used to seeing familiar faces as… Unfamiliar. She huffed. “Avira is the other one. The third weird red-haired woman.”

She sank into the bench, giving Lila a sceptical look upon hearing her encouragement. She wasn’t sure whether it was her nervousism or the fact that, back in Conton, the purple-haired woman didn’t seem as confident about her skills; either way, it was hard to believe those encouragements. “Maybe the match won’t be much of a show, though,” she muttered under her breath, only to startle when the baker commented on her armor. 

“Uh, I–” Her eyes ran at Piccolo with a panicked look and her fingers instantly gripped on the gi he had created for her before she wheeled her head back at Lila. “I– T-That’s just my job outfit. Nothing fancy,” she laughed, nervously. “I actually am from Earth, yeah!”

Well, that wasn’t a lie, after all.

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            at  the  girl ‘ s  reaction  over  her  name ,  piccolo  gave  out a  light  chuckle . how  easy  she  could  take  offense .  her  defensive  behavior  about  mere  outfits  only  furthered  his  amusement .  she  seemed  young ,  perhaps  inexperienced  even ,  but  it  was  made  up  by  her  amount  of  spunk  in  her  attitude .  that  kind  of  resolve  is  a  quality  too  many  lacked .

            though ,  she  dug  herself  deeper in  her  hole  with  that  much  justifications .  not  that  the  namekian  cared  enough  yet  to  dig  deeper  into  it ,  and  investigate  whether  she  set  foot  on  a  slippery  terrain  or  was  just  honestly  awkward .

          ‘  your  job  outfit ?  speaking  of  which ,  you ‘ ll  get  it  back  later ,  don ‘ t  forget  to  come  see  me .  ’         while  her  armor  was  tacky ,  he  wasn ‘ t  too  able  to  judge  on  fashion  tastes .  he  glanced  towards  lila ,  heeding  her  words .        ‘  i  guess  these  are  becoming  quite  popular .  just  too  burdensome  for  most  people .  ’

        with  that ,  his  heels  clicked ,  facing  away  from  the  two  others .  a  quick  halt  before  taking  his  leaves ,  he  had  to  get  a  look  at  his  next  opponent  in  the  fight .  head  tilts  backward ,  addressing  a  last  gaze .         ‘  lila ,  i ‘ ll  let  your  staff  deliver  the  food  once  it ‘ s  done .  and  you ,  show  what  you ‘ re  really  capable  of ,  mariko .  ‘   

#wg: community area #synthetixviola #saiyanandproud #this is late i'm sorry :3 #pickles believes in mariko

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atimelesslullaby·:

“The feeling is very much mutual.”

He wouldn’t go easy on her, and she wouldn’t go easy on him. Fun as it was meant to be, and even though she wasn’t looking to win, it would have soured the fun for one person to let the other win. Despite the fact she was princess, she wanted a fair fight. She didn’t want people going easy on her because of her natural grace, and beauty. The guards did that all the time during training sessions, and it really disappointed her.

“I am from a different planet than this. The country I live in is called Hyrule. We are currently in an era of peace, after seven long years of war. It is through a magical artifact that I can visit other planets. I could not do so with my magic alone.”

Zelda held her hand out for him to see. And by accessing her magic, the symbol was clearly noticeable.

“It is a very special magic. Much more powerful than I would have ever been without it. It is a piece of a relic called the Triforce. It will grant the user whatever they so desire.”

Zelda was willing to give out information about her, and her kingdom, but she made sure not to talk about what kinds of things she could do with that magic. She hadn’t even used a fraction of her power in that last fight. Just the basics, like Din’s Fire. Granted, it had also gotten her a little hurt. When Wren had kicked her side like that, it left a bruise. That woman could kick!

“Such is not the case anymore.”

The glow on her hand vanishes, as she rests it back at her side.

“One of the pieces is sealed away for as long as I live. What of you? Where are you from? Are you also from this planet?”

         good  to  know .  even  if  she  used  a  foreign  power ,  he  wanted  to  see  everything  she  could  stir  up  with  that . 

        he ‘ d  have  show  surprise  at  the  mention  of  alien  origins ,  if  he  had  none  to  himself.  or  if  there  hadn ‘ t  been  so  many  other  aliens  going  around  as  well . . . he  was  however  mesmerized  by  the  light  leaving  her  hand .  he  could  feel  a  strong  energy  in  the  surroundings .  while  she  may  have  a  lot  of  skill ,  especially  to  handle  such  power ,  the  artifact  would  make  her  a  potent  threat .

          despite  his  eyes  being  riveted  onto  the  gleamer ,  his  ears  perk  up ,  still  intently  listening  to  the  tale . “whatever they desire” .  that  so  called  triforce  could  be  akin  to  the  dragon  balls ,  then .  but  making  its  holder  stronger  on  top .  sounds  like  the  triforce  could  be  both  a  blessing  or  a  curse .  no  importance  to  it  now  though ,  it  was  sealed  away  .  and  so  at  her  will  the  light  became  faint .

         ‘  that ‘ s  more  than  simple  magic  tricks ,  then . . .  as  for  me . . . no  need  to  point  it  out ,  i ‘ m  no  human .  and  yet ,  i  was  born  and  grew  up  on  this  planet .  on  earth . i am  of  noble  blood , too ,  but  my  father  has  an  infamous  history  some  might  tell  you  about .  ’

             piccolo  could’ve  omitted  that  bit ,  but  again ,  it  was  no  secret  for  others .  he  accepted  it  as  a  page  of  his  own  life .  there  was  even  a  slight  air  of  pride  in  expression .  he  tries  to  keep  the  summary  as  short  as  can  be ,  despite  all  the  many  things  he  went  through  with  goku  and  other  figures .

‘  after  some  “incidents”  it  turns  out  i ‘ m  actually  from  people  known  as  the  namekians .  heh ,  perhaps  you ‘ ll  get  to  see  the  young  dende .  another  like  me ,  and  guardian  of  the  planet ,  at  that .  ’ 

#atimelesslullaby #wg: sidelines #lmao #he'd be clueless af #and since i'm a terrible mun that'd be a fun thing to let him through #even just being flirted with or given hints he'd be so oblivious

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          the  last  horrific  display  of  cell  nearly  killing  her  left  piccolo  worried .  he  took  the  decision  to  check  on  ninazu  after  such  a  grueling  bout . not  just  her  physical  injury ,  but  also  her  mental  state .  of  course ,  she  wasn ‘ t  in  a  mood  for  warm  reunions .

         piccolo  recoiled  some ,  as  to  avoid  any  involuntary  physical  outburst .  when  was  last  time  he  saw  her  in  such  shambles ? likely  during  the  cell  games .  always  that  bastard . . .  it  was  not  so  surprising  that  brutal  loss  took  a  toll  on  her  emotions .  the  namekian  took  not  joy  in  witnessing  her  distress ,  not  back  then  with  her  and  gohan  and  not  now .

        what  if  he  had  prevented  her  from  stepping  into  the  ring  once  seeing  cell ‘ s  name  on  the  board ?  too  late  to  ponder  other  scenarios  now .

         he  sat  onto  the  bench ,  close  enough  for  chat  but  still  leaving  enough  of  her  personal  space  free .  all  that  blood  dripping .  was  she  so  caught  up  into  her  despair  to  let  it  flow  away . . .

         not  having  been  gifted  healing  abilities ,  he  resorts  to  more  typical  means .  sacrificing  a  big  enough  part  of  his  cape ,  he  stretches  his  arm  towards  the  girl ,  piece  of  fabric  resting  upon  his  green  palm .  hopefully  she ‘ d  be  reasonable  and  not  ignore  it.

         ‘  i  don ‘ t  have  the  need  for  anything .   on  the  other  hand . . . ’          a  composed  tone ,  held  low  as  to  avoid  too  much  outside  stimulus .         ‘  you  should  put  that  on  your  wounds ,  until  you  can  heal  them  properly . . .  ’

Utter humiliation. That’s what burns in her veins, simmering alongside the deeply set anger that has yet to quell even after the fight has ended. It took the rest of her will power to lift herself off the dirt and drag a battered and broken body to the familiar vicinity of the infirmary. Any help that anyone offered was swiftly refused. In fact, she didn’t look anyone in the eye on her way back. Her eyes still burned a faint yellow, rage churning away in her body and motivating her movement.

Wordlessly, she plops onto a bench, resting her fists upon her knees. She heaves a few ultimately useless breaths that do nothing to soothe what stirs inside. Her injuries had yet to recede; she’s burnt out. At this rate, it’ll take quite a bit of time for her to return to normal in order for her to perform her job properly. Blood drips from open cuts, and she makes no move to wipe it away as it drops onto her skin, onto the floor.

A sudden flicker of energy catches her attention, and she knows for a fact without even looking that someone had arrived. She pays no attention to any other detail about it, and doesn’t bother looking up.

❝Don’t come any closer. Touch me, and I will break something. What do you want?❞

#kiealer #wg: sidelines #uncle pickle is there

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saiyanandproud​:

Mariko pondered on the offer. While Lila’s products did seem inviting, her mind was still locked on the upcoming fight, and she didn’t have much of a sweet tooth anyways. 

“I prefer savoury stuff, but if you don’t have any… Just plain ones will be ok. Can’t risk a sugar rush and end up exhausted when my fight comes.” 

She spotted a bench right next to the stand and let herself fall on it, sighing and resting her chin on a hand as she observed Lila’s helpers carrying the food. Her look shifted at Piccolo, and she quirked an eyebrow upon hearing him opt for sweet stuff. Sure, he probably couldn’t have salt being a snail-man or whatever, but still… The thought of the stern Namekian eating cookies or cupcakes stole her a snort.

“Bake him a cinnamon roll,” she suggested, giving Piccolo the largest, jeeriest grin she could come up with. The reference was probably going to go over the Namekian’s head, but the joke was still worth it. 

She yawned and stretched her arms, trying to shake off the mixture of frustration and boredom that was taking over her. “Man, I wish my fight was sooner. You two were lucky.” She pouted. “By the time my turn comes, the adrenaline will be gone and no one will care for the fight anyways.”

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         ‘  a . . .  cinnamon  roll ?  hm .  let ‘ s  give  it  a  try  then . . .  ’          despite  being  born  and  living  on  earth ,  he  mostly  opted  for  simplicity .  you  can ‘ t  bake  that  much  in  the  wilds . . .  when  graciously  invited  in  the  son  family ‘ s  home ,  basic  cakes  made  the  trick .

           as  for  the  joke ,  he  sure  didn ‘ t  catch  onto  it .  but  that  stupid  grin  let  him  think he ‘ d  be  in  for  a  wild  ride .  that  was  spelling  disaster .  whatever .  he ‘ d  put  his  fate  in  the  hands  of  lila .  if  she  was  that  good  a  baker ,  it  wouldn ‘ t  end  up  too  badly .  right  ?

           his  hears  drooped ,  gaze  hesitantly  returning  to  the  lila .           ‘  well .  it ‘ s  settled  for  a  cinnamon  roll .  you  know  what  to  do . . .  ’

           as  for  the  girl ,  she  sounded  somewhat  pessimistic  now .  she  oozed  overconfidence  just  before .  why  that  change  of  heart  ?  piccolo  heeded  her  words ,  head  tilting  to  his  side  where  she  stood .           ‘  that  left  you  more  time  to  prepare ,  so  maybe  it  wasn ‘ t  so  lucky  to  start  sooner . besides ,  the  excitement  will  return  once  you  fight .  ’         a  quick  peek  towards  the  brackets .          ‘  so .  are  you  fighting  mariko ?  or  are  you  mariko  ?  ’             a  proper  introduction  at  the  horizon ,  maybe .

@synthetixviola @saiyanandproud​

#wg: community area #synthetixviola #saiyanandproud #finally getting to know her name??? #lm

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atimelesslullaby​:

She was definitely watching.

Paying close attention to how both of them fought, as at some point she may have had to fight one of them herself. Zelda wasn’t in it for the sake of victory. It was for the sake of proving she was more than just a perfect glass doll. Even in her own kingdom, people looked at her as though the slightest misplacement would cause her to shatter.

It was wrong. With the evil king gone, there was no one who could best her in magical prowess. Not in Hyrule, anyway. She was hoping to find someone here who could really challenge her. So far, she hadn’t found it, but she’d also only competed with one person. Maybe this next guy would challenge her even further.

The woman blinks, as she hears a voice. Speak of the devil.

“That is correct.”

Zelda was quite pleased to offer him a smile. So this was the guy she’d be against next. He looked pretty good, not that she would go easy on him for that alone. He seemed to be in good spirits, or so she would assume from the sound of his voice.

“I must say, you were quite impressive out there. I am honored to have the chance to compete with you. But the most important thing is to have fun.”

         the  way  she  spoke  and  clothed  herself  definitely  gave  a  regal  augury .  but  she  had  more  than  proved  she  was  willing  to  get  her  hands  dirty  in  a  brawl .  perhaps  the  ushered  rumors  among  the  true  were  true  and  there  was  indeed   a  mystical  warrior  princess ;  another  of  the  fighters held  a  royal  title .

         her  ethereal  appearance  was  just  that ,  and  they  could  be  treacherous .  piccolo  had  better  stay  on  his  guard .  despite  her  good  manners ,  who  knows  what  kind  of  trick  she  would  pull  with  that  ‘magic’  of  hers .  perhaps  a  modicum  of  chit - chats  would  let  him  scrape  the  surface  and  get  some  insight  .  

         his  smirk  thinned  into  a  light  smile .  even  if  he  wasn ‘ t  there  to  make  friends ,  he  could  appreciate  someone  with  less  brutish  manners  and  not  as  loud .  and  truthfully ,  he  was  intrigued .  

         of  course ,  directly  asking  what  she  was  planning  on  doing  during  the  fight  would  yield  no  answer .  and  spoil  the  fun .  yes ,  he  too  sought  fun  in  spite  of  his  primary  motivation .  now ,  maybe  any  hints  of  her  true  origins  would  be  a  little  help .  she  seemed  acquainted  to  nabooru  and  her  people ,  but  too  different .  a  quick  glance  let  piccolo  notice  pointed  ears  under  her  pristine  hair ,  but  she  was  no  namek .

         ‘  this  has  its  fun ,  i  agree .  however ,  i ‘ m  here  for  a  real  fight .  so  i  won ‘ t  hold  back  on  you  and  i  expect  you  not  to  either .  but  tell  me  truly ,   where  are  you  from ?  ’

#atimelesslullaby #wg: sidelines #if only that pickles was able to find people good looking

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@atimelesslullaby​

         the  CURRENT  FIGHT  provided  quite  the  entertainment  and  a  lot  to  STUDY .  it  could  either  end  up  an  EASY  WIN  for  cell ,  OR  have  the  UNDERDOG  overcome  it .  if  the  bio -  android  won  though ,  that  would  not  be  pretty  for  ninazu  and  would  make  the  rest  of  the  competition  ROUGH .  fingers  crossed  he  won ‘ t  be  a  SORE  LOSER  again  otherwise .

           YET ,  piccolo  had  OTHER  PRESSING  INTERESTS .  such  as  his  very  next  opponent .  someone  he  never  met  prior and  seemingly  FOREIGN, not  unlike  the  gerudo .  he  saw  her  in  the  ring  and  an  extent  of  her  magical  powers .  he  also  had  time  to  hear  about  her  and  her  fabled ,  potential  other  PROWESS .  but  it  was  just  that ,  FABLES .

             that  zelda  was  shrouded  in  MYSTERY ,  and  he  wanted  to  MEET  her  in  the  flesh ,  have  a  PEEK  at  what  sort  of  character  he ‘ d  be  against .

             a  CAPED  figure  step  out  of  the  shadows ,  SLOW  steps  tapped  onto  the  cold  concrete  until  he  came  face  to  face  with  her .  he  was  SMIRKING ,  not  so  much  a  show  off  of  confidence ,  but  his  own  way  to  express  EAGERNESS .

          ‘  so .  you  are  my  next  opponent .  zelda .  isn ‘ t  it  ?  ’

#wg: sidelines #atimelesslullaby #what is hello?? he doesn't know for sure

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saiyanandproud·:

Piccolo’s reaction got a surprised frown from Mariko – but not too surprised. She knew enough about the Namekian to realise when his fits of tartness hid something else. 

“Wow, chill,” she muttered, “what, you got a guilty conscience?” And then she grinned, adding: “Afraid someone might think you’re actually a do-gooder?”

She chuckled to herself, but was quick to put her guard back up when Lila intervened. “MJ?” She echoed, frowning in confusion. “Like what, Mary Jane?”

Wasn’t that the nickname of a character in some vintage comics she once checked on the internet? Or, wait… “Ah. As in, Ma Junior,” she grumbled, casting the baker a dry look.

The last time she had experience Lila’s humour it had been… Interesting. As in, not funny at all. But the woman didn’t show any sign of recognising her; either she was good a pretending, or she truly had no idea of who she was, Mariko thought. 

She decided it was the second when the baker took an old communication device, something she had only seen in museums before; no Time Patroller would rely on someting so shabby. That wasn’t the same Lila from Conton, Mariko concluded. No reason to keep her animosity up; she was gonna opt for a safer, neutral approach instead.

“It’s fine. I have some time before my turn anyways.” She pondered on the offer, heaving a sigh when her stomach let out a slight groan. She really needed to eat something before the fight, she decided, resting a hand on her tummy. And all she could think of was a warm, steamy, juicy plate of…

“… Say, can you make dumplings?”

@majunicr· @synthetixviola·

         how  CHEEKY .  her  insuniations  managed  to  make  him  feel  slight  EMBARRASSMENT .  red  starting  to  creep  up  on  his  green  skin .  she  talked  as  if  she  KNEW   him  that  well .  did  his  REPUTATION  fall  so  low ?  he  was  better  off brushing  this  away  as  quickly  as  he  could .         ‘  i  just  don ‘ t  want  you  to  get  the  wrong  idea  is  all .  now ,  i  doubt  you  came  here  to  analyse  me .  so  don ‘ t  get  sidetracked  ’  

         piccolo ‘ s  eyes  ROLLED  with  all  that  STRUGGLE  over  a  simple  name .  calling  him  ‘ MJ ‘  was  something ,  but  thinking  that  stood  for  Mary  Jane  AT  ALL . . .  either  way ,  he  chose  not  to  waste  a  comment  on  this . 

           he  stood  SILENT  during  lila ‘ s  call . GOOD  NEWS  is  that  she  had  some  back  up  and  spare  ingredients .  he  wouldn ‘ t  be  surrounded  by  an  angry  MOB  yet .

         SO ,  dumplings  it  was  for  the  girl .  what  about  him ?  while  not  the  most  obsessed  with  food  around  here ,  he  was  still  largely  able  to  ENJOY  a  meal .  provided  it  wasn ‘ t  too  filled  with  salt ,  his  BANE .

           now ,  as  he  said ,  he  was  no  baker .  and  didn ‘ t  have  the  habit  to  ORDER  in  any  food .          ‘  i ‘ ll  settle  for  whatever  that ‘ s  sweet .  you  don ‘ t  have  to  make  anything  fancy .  you  can  let . . .   ’        a  quick  glance  at  the  girl ,  and  a  split  second  of  hesitation ,  he  still  didn ‘ t  catch  her  name  after  that  many  run - ins . ironic .          ‘  . . . her  pass  first .  i  have  more  than  enough  time  for  the  wait .  ’

@synthetixviola·

#wg: community area #synthetixviola #saiyanandproud

[majunicr]

saiyanandproud·:

Uninterested in attending Cell’s fight, Mariko walked back to the sidelines once more. Her match seemed frustratingly far away, and the adrenaline from earlier was beginning to abandon her. She couldn’t let her energies drop like that: she needed a snack, and soon. The people who organised the event mentioned there was a bakery stand, where was it?

She wandered around until she spotted it, and truth to be told, it wasn’t exactly inviting: it looked cracked and old, a proper survivor of the first match. Well, as long as the food was good… 

She noticed a couple of figures were busy chatting next to the stand as she headed towards it. One was pretty uncanny, with the white cape and green, pointed ears. The other was… Familiar. And when Mariko realised who it was, she barely held back a groan.

The weird Patroller, what was her name? Lila? Of all the people in Conton… Given their last meeting, Mariko wasn’t exactly thrilled to see her. But maybe there was hope. Maybe it wasn’t that same Lila. All she had to do was play it cool. And Piccolo’s presence was somewhat reassuring; while he wasn’t that same Piccolo from Conton, he had established a pretty kind attitude towards her. Grumpy, but kind, as per usual of him.

So she approached the two, casting Lila a quick, nervous glance, before rolling her shoulders and lifting her chin to ask, rather casually: “I was looking for the bakery stand. Do you know if it’s open?”

@majunicr·

             ‘  so  an  endless  possibility  of  surprises ?  this  is  going  to  be  one  tough  guessing  ga-  ’          speaking  of  SURPRISE ,  one  was  headed  THEIR  WAY .              ‘  we  have  some  new  company .  ’              he  notified  lila .

             on  second  look ,  it  wasn ‘ t  all  new .  it  was  THE  GIRL  piccolo  gave  a  new  OUTFIT  to .  though  she  held  quite  the  CASUAL  FRONT ,  he  could  SENSE  some  NERVOSITY  about ,  just  as  before .  did  she  feel  that  uneasy  around  people  ?  was  it  his  own  presence ?  or  even  lila ‘ s ?

              considering  her  REQUEST  ,  it  just  occurred  to  him  that  the  girl  simply  was  DISPLEASED  by  the  DESTRUCTION  of  the  stand . . . indirectly  caused  by  himself .  the  realisation  made  piccolo  take  a  STEP  BACK  ,  arms  folding  together ,  fangs  showing .  whether  this  was  directed  toward  him  or  not ,  the  alien  felt  glared  at  ;  putting  him  on  the  DEFENSIVE .

               ‘  don’t  give  me  that  look . . .  i  just helped  fixing  it  before  it  makes  a  fuss  when  people  and  their  saiyan  appetite  get  hungry . that ‘ s  it . . .  i ‘ m  just  a  customer  as  you  are ,  so  don ’ t  ask  ME .  ’ 

                kind  of  a  STARK  contrast  from  his  previous  behavior .  he  want  to  seem  like  someone  that  goes  around  helping  everyone  out  of  BENEVOLENCE .  he  just  repaired  what  he  did  and  would  have  NOTHING  more  to  do  with  it . . .  as  for  the  sweets  itself ?  he  was  NO  BAKER .  

@saiyanandproud​ @synthetixviola​

#wg: community area #saiyanandproud #synthetixviola #grumpy ol snail

[majunicr]

synthetixviola·:

     “Honestly, nobody needs a king. Or queen, for that matter. Monarchy is bullshit,” Lila declared, shrugging her shoulders. While his admission that he still planned on ruling the earth surprised her, she was admittedly certain that it was all for show– or at the very least, his intentions of ruling weren’t malicious like his father’s. Hell, she’d even say it was benevolent. “Props to you for being ambitious, but… do you really want to rule this dumbass planet so badly? This one? I mean, I like my home and all… but it’s kind of a shithole – and every goddamn alien that pops by keeps trying to destroy it! Seriously, what is up with that?”

She huffed in irritation, pursing her lips as she thought back on the various times the planet was besieged by intergalactic assholes. It’s like the earth had this way of attracting the most undesirable monstrosities, like moths to a flame. And you’d think with how often everybody failed, we’d stop getting invaded… 

She sighed, shaking her head before turning her focus back onto her little shop. The cyborg tapped her chin with her index finger, before looking back towards Ma Junior with an affirmative nod. “Well, I’d say give it a shot – you’ve got the magic, so why not test it? Besides, think of this as training of sorts, especially since your next opponent wields magic as well…”

Lila paused for a moment, before quirking an eyebrow at the demon. “Think you can handle her, MJ? I’ve never seen her before, or her kind of fighting style… plus her magic is pretty slick. I bet you she’s got more abracadabra tricks hidden up her fancy sleeves.”

          ‘  tch  , who  knows  on  what  side  i  will  be  next  time  we  meet .  ’          while  his  phrase  was  that  of  a  potential  threat ,  it  came  out  in  an  utterly  DISINTERESTED  voice .  the  old  habit  to  put  up  a  STERN  facade ,  it  never  left  entirely .          ‘  but  as  you  say ,  for  now ,  every  problematic  forces  of  the  universe  are  somehow  attracted  to  earth .  or  vice  versa . . . .   and  since  ruling  a  dead  planet  is  meaningless ,  may  as  well  help  it .  starting  with  a  bakery  stand ,  i  suppose .  ’ 

             beneath  his  front ,  a  barely  perceptible  smile  appeared  on  his  visage .  piccolo  came  to  ENJOY  lending  a  hand  to  earth ’ s  SAFETY .  and  the  company  of  some   of  its  denizens .  speaking  of  which ,  it  seemed  there  was  more  than  anger  in  her  cyborg  shell .  something  GOOD ,  something  worth  SPARING .  BUT  the  emotional  talk  would  WAIT  it  out  more .

              head  tilts  toward  the  android  at  the  mention  of  his  NEXT  OPPONENT ,  listening  intently .  MAGIC ?  as  in  different  from  ki  usage  yet  able  to  accomplish  some  things  he  does ?  which  likely  includes  more  than . . .  “zapping outfits” .  

            ‘  do  you  expect  her  to  have  tricks  that  uncommon ?  i  don ’ t  imagine  she ’ ll  turn  me  into  a  frog . . .  yet ,  i  can ’ t  rule  out  even  that  possibility ,  huh .  i  don ‘ t  know  what  repairing  constructs  would  do  against  that ,  but  fine .  i ‘ ll  have  a  gander  at  it .  ’

               piccolo  BREATHES  in ,  returning  his  whole  focus  on  the  debris .  ‘ ridiculous ’  he  thought  to  himself ,  for  a  second .  ENERGY  gathered  at  the  tip  of  his  finger ,  to  be  released  upon  the  stand  in  shambles .  

          it  was  imprisoned  in  a  bubble  of  LIGHT  ,  thought  only  for  a  short  moment .   and  back  in  one  piece  was  the  stand .  pieces  were  REASSEMBLED  ,  tightly  enough  to  fill  its  purpose .  while  rough  around  the  edges ,  decorations  could  always  hide  the  JANKY  part .  that  was  no  so  bad  of  a  FIRST ,  BLIND  attempt .

                 after  his  ‘handywork’ ,  his  hands  rub  together .  he  turns  to  lila ,  awaiting  a  second  opinion .              ‘  that  should  do ,  do  you  think ?  '  

#synthetixviola #wg: sidelines #pickles: i am allergic to gluten #pickles: that is all #pickles : or do you really think i shoulde lose weight...

[majunicr]

❝    your  energy  level  is  decreasing  with  every  blow.   in  fact,   you're  not  even  a  challenge  to  me  anymore.   it  wouldn't  be  fair  for  me  to  keep  fighting  you.   i'm  satisfied  now.   your  pride  has  been  torn  to  shreds.   you've  challenged  and  lost  to  a  fighter  who  is  superior  to  you,   and  to  make  it  worse…   he's  just  a  monkey,   right?   ❞

#PROMO

[majunicr]

synthetixviola·:

     “No job? Guess you don’t really need one being royalty, eh Demon Prince?” She lightly ribbed, pleasantly surprised by how fun the banter with Ma Junior was– considering he had come across as rather serious beforehand. Maybe the whole stoic shtick was to intimidate his opponents?

Or, maybe she was just so charming that she brought him out of his shell… and in fact, that was probably the explanation she was going to go for. If only to feed her massive vanity.

“Alright, so no construction work,” Lila hummed, tapping her chin thoughtfully. She glanced towards the remains of her stand, before looking away and towards a particular contestant who was walking away from Cell – the brunette chick (Mariko, wasn’t it?) who Ma Junior had magicked up clothing for, before an idea pinged into her head.

“Hey, can’t you just… hocus-pocus the stand back together?” She questioned, looking back up at Ma Junior with a quirk of her scarred eyebrow. “You know, like you zapped that chick’s weird outfit into another one? Would you be able to do that?”

                 ‘ royalty ?  ’          this  earned  a  light ,  albeit  no  so  amused  CHORTLE .  while  technically  still  TRUE ,  and  gave  him  some  PRIDE ,  it  wasn ’ t  like  it  changed much  of  his  LIFE .  he  was  living  alone  in  the  wilds ,  generally   secluded  from  the  rest ,  and  not  in  any  position  of  power .        ‘  i ‘ ll  have  you  know ,  i ’ m  not  rolling  in  money .  nor  is  there  a  throne  for  me .  not  that  i  need  any .  i  have  other  things  to  do  before  ruling  over  earth .  and  the  few  remnants  of  my  kind  don ’ t  need  a  king  in  their  new  home .  ’

         a  lot  of . . .  EXPOSITION  .  which may  or  may  not  be  OUT  OF  LEFT  FIELD .  " his  people ".  not  so  many  people  were  aware  of  the  namekians  existence .  but  how  shocking  could  it  be  for  an  ANDROID  likely  aware  of  the  saiyans  and  perhaps   other  outworldly  races ?  

          he  watched  over  while  awaiting  to  know  how  lila  wanted  to  sort  this  mess  out .  when  her  request  came ,  he  didn ’ t  protest  but  turned  out  rather  SKEPTICAL .  not  a  bad  idea  per  say ,  ONLY . . .

        ‘  hm ,  so  you  witnessed  that .  but  to  be  honest ,  i ’ ve  seldom  used  that  ability .  and  more  importantly ,  never  on  objects .  i  can ’ t  guarantee  anything .  but  if  you ‘ re  in  such  a  hurry . . .  you  tell  me . . .  ’ 

#synthetixviola #wg: sidelines #me? late #hahaha- #lila: WE DONT DO GLUTEN FREE BREAD HERE

[majunicr]

synthetixviola·:

     “Without a crowd to worry about, I promise you I won’t be holding anything back– though don’t be upset when I whoop your ass this time,” she agreed teasingly, smirking as she quirked her scarred eyebrow. His admission made her feel significantly better about her loss, considering he genuinely believed it had been that close– and honestly? It really had been; Lila was certain, that if she hadn’t panicked when she did, she would have blasted him out of the ring…

But then again, that could just be wishful thinking on her part now that she had the hindsight of the outcome.

Oh, well. Lila shrugged to herself, before following Ma Junior’s gesturing finger and blinking in mild surprise. Right, her bakery stand. It had unintentionally been destroyed at the end of the fight – or at least, she hoped it had been unintentional.

“Well, I would appreciate that,” she laughed lightly, though also gave him a curious expression. “But how are you going to fix it? Don’t tell me you’re also a part-time construction worker on your off days or something.”

          ‘  heh ,  just  try .  ’         he  TEASED ,  a  light  smirk  following  suit .  he  knew  she  had  the  POTENTIALl  to  “ whoop  his  ass ”  and  he  wouldn ‘ t  be  mad  from  losing  a  friendly  match .  he ’ d  LEARN  from  it ,  in  the  WORST  case .    

             but ,  that ’ d  be  for  later .  now ,  the  stand .  lila ’ s  business  hadn ’ t  deserved  such  TREATMENT . and  ( one  thing  he ’ ll  never  state  outright )  he  too  could  appreciate  the  SWEET  delicacies  she  baked .

            ‘  not really , no .  i  can ’ t  say  i  have  quite  any  job .  ’          what  use  would  it  be ,  when  he  could  live  off  in  the  wilds ,  anyway ?  get  a  CAR ?  it  had  already  proved  to  be  a  TERRIBLE  idea .  one  after  the  other ,  his  shoulders  rolled ,  putting  his  limbs  back  in  place  and  shaking  up  his  sore  muscle .               ‘  we ’ ll just  have  to  come  up  with  something  solid  enough  while  the  event  lasts .  and  some  elbow  grease .  ’ 

#synthetixviola #wg: sidelines #he won't admit it but he's into sweets too

[majunicr]

rather be the hunter than the prey

 rules // muses

promo template cred.

#SP #i be here

[majunicr]

@synthetixviola​ / cont.

          ‘  wolverine ? . . .  ’          he  repeats  under  his  breath ,  not  getting  the  reference .  that  happens  when  you  mostly  live  by  the  waterfalls . . .  regardless ,  she  sure  hadn ‘ t  lost  her  wits .

          at  the  mention  of  a  rematch ,  piccolo  gave  a  nod .  indeed ,  that  could  prove  interesting .  fighting  in  the  arena  was  but  a  warmup ,  a  way  to  see  who  could  be  worth  the  time .  lila  had  more  than  done  her  part .

         ‘   it  does  sound  good .  i  trust  you  to  not  hold  back  and  not  pull  any  punches .  if  you  want  my  honest  thoughts ,  i  believe  you  had  a  chance  at  winning .  ’

             a  genuine  compliment .  one  she  earned .  anyway . . .  his  gaze  can ‘ t  help  but  stare  back  and  forth  at  the  mess  he  left  behind .  the  destruction  of  her  stand  wasn ’ t  quite  something  he  had  planned ,  nor  that  she  needed .  awkwardness  simmers  in ,  piccolo  still  feels  obliged  to  at  least  offer  a  hand  in  that  matter .

        ‘   now ,  before  we  resume  any  chitchat  on  the  sidelines ,  maybe  i  could  help  with  that .  ’          cue  a  sharp  fingernail  pointing  towards  the  chaos  he  had  made .

#synthetixviola #wg: sidelines #piccolo when he finally understands a ref: i understood that reference #not here though #he'd be so down for it

[majunicr]

"Congrats for winning your first round!"

          ‘  hm ,  thank  you . ’         he  responded  idly ,  while  adjusting  his  found  again  cape .  a  FEW  person  had  bothered  to  congratulate  him ,  when  they  weren ‘ t  just  staring  from  afar ,  after  the  DESTRUCTION  of  the  arena . . .  and  bakery  stand .

           barely  responsive  at  first ,  he  finally  turned  head  upon  realizing  this  voice  was  FAMILIAR .           ‘  oh ,  it ‘ s  . . .  you .  ’            he  didn ‘ t  even  catch  her  NAME .  but  she  was  hard  to  miss ,  in  such  a  FLASHY  getup  .  

           ‘  by  the  way ,  don ‘ t  worry  about  your  armor .  i ‘ ll  just  bring  it  back  after  you ‘ re  done  here .  speaking  of  which ,  when  is  your  turn ?  ’ 

#saiyanandproud #wg: sidelines #damn piccolo still doesn't asked for her name to call her by lmao