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Post by Glace on Aug 23, 2023 20:28:08 GMT -6
“Glace's remains are being collected by an unknown.”
She was caked in grit and putrid rot as she waded waist deep in a bog of filth and shit.
She would have a halo symbolizing her death and a hell Made just for her. She could not escape no matter how far she walked and waded in the filth and stench.
It didn’t get better when she was noosed from there by burly demons who mocked and teased her. Where they would throw her into a salty sandy wasteland. Even if she got the mud off she was covered in dirt. Even if she got the dirt off she never could and it caked on her skin. Every step dried her complexion and cracked her skin before she could consider it again she was noosed back into the bog which stung her senses and cling to her drying skin and seeping into the new cracks of her Hyde.
What she’d give for some clear running water. Or at least to watch the Saiyan perish before a Myrian God.
What was taking Hypor so long?
When she finally would be yanked from that fate. She would wake expecting to see the Second born Son of Viscount Frore, Hypor. She had contacted the Half Blooded relation in her last moments. Hypor had a regenerative power that rivaled many and would not share how he achieved the gift. It was very useful to the family regardless.
However, she didn’t see Hypor, what did she see?
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Post by Vo Lang on Sept 17, 2023 15:19:21 GMT -6
Glace would first find herself in a healing pod having her body slowly regrow the missing parts using the materials dumped into it. But the whole front was basically a window letting her observe the medical center she was in. It was Ice-jin in origin at least, but most of the people working it were obviously not Arkosian. In fact the head medical person walked over carrying an Earth cigarette and peering in while brushing back his own Green Hair before nodding noting her vitals on a small display. "Looks like she is back with us at least. Can you nod if you can hear me?"
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Post by Glace on Sept 17, 2023 15:43:39 GMT -6
She looked around from what she could see and noted the one approach. He wanted to acknowledge her and have her respond she would show an expression of angst and rush the glass to bang on its clear surface. Not enough to break it but to bang a note they should keep their distance if they didn’t want to anger her. She glared at them hard unamused at the assumption she was touched by any Beast and placed in this tank for them to observe at their leisure.
Her eyes darted for name tags or any indication of who held her.
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Post by Vo Lang on Sept 17, 2023 15:51:35 GMT -6
The room its self only showed neutral war time medical symbols within the Arkosian societies. The green haired man grinned at how feisty she was as he jumped back just in case she did break the glass.
"Very well."
Walking over to a desk he would grab a communication device off it and click a switch.
"She's awake... And energetic... Yes... Probably an hour until reconstruction is complete... You got it... No, seems the usual... Copy that."
He'd put the device on and approach again, though leave some distance.
"Our Lady, Empress Friga will welcome you in the main chamber in an hour, once your regenerative procedure is complete. In the back of the pod you will find a keyboard. If you wish to communicate or request anything feel free to type it out and we will do our utmost to fulfill your wishes."
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Post by Glace on Sept 17, 2023 16:03:15 GMT -6
Oooh she had a lot on her mind to “Communicate” about.
She grew a look of contempt towards the Green haired Beast. She began typing. “When I am finished with the Audience of the Empress I’ll expect a Bath in your cleanest tub and your finest soaps as well as moisturizers.”
Her motion was fluid even with one hand. She still felt the other lacked a full regeneration just the same as her poor graceful tail and left foot. But the hell she experienced still lingered in her mind and across her skin. She wanted to wash it off. Even if the tank was full of its own restorative material she was not satisfied to sit in its swill unknowingly to what additives they might have used for its purposes.
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Post by Vo Lang on Sept 17, 2023 16:09:44 GMT -6
The man would check the monitor keeping a smile as he read it.
"Absolutely. Should I have the leisure company on stand by? Massage, soap bed, maybe a few carnal desires? We have a fully staffed resort."
He was one hundred percent serious. But his smile would likely seem particularly... Smug.
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Post by Glace on Sept 17, 2023 16:17:02 GMT -6
She rolled her eyes and clicked her tongue. As if she’d allow the touch of a beast to satisfy her. As if she’d allow even an Ice-jin who’d stoop as low as to comply with such whims requested by beasts.
“Only the Massage, Gloved hands on every one or they’ll lose the use of them.” She was dead serious about that.
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Post by Vo Lang on Sept 17, 2023 16:18:51 GMT -6
The guy would move to the desk and type away on his own machine, putting in the order for after the meeting. If there was nothing else she would be ignored for the rest of the time, except for the final few minutes.
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Post by Glace on Sept 17, 2023 16:24:26 GMT -6
And the fluid would empty and she felt the weight of herself. Feet planted she waited for the hatch to open and would step out.
Her hands went to her side and she would look at the Green haired Beast.
“Lead the way.” She would tell him.
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Post by Vo Lang on Sept 17, 2023 16:33:12 GMT -6
With a small bow he would begin leading the way to the main chamber. It was somewhat extravagant, but what Ice-jin's guest hall wouldn't be? Gold here, art Deco there, art Nouveau here. Tapestries and paintings, a few sculptures and water features. Though it was really about the many lounging seats and the pillows. Round pillows, square pillows, long pillows, oddly shaped pillows. And the drapes on the windows seemed a mix of velvet and silk to simulate a frilly hanging expense. Fruit and vegetable platters sat at a table between two lounge chairs at the top of a small stairway with a platform. Sitting on one of them was what one could assume to be Empress Friga, while the other was obviously for Glace. "Introducing your guest, my Lady Friga." The green haired man would bow and make way for Glace to approach her seat and introduce herself.
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Post by Glace on Sept 17, 2023 16:45:21 GMT -6
Now this was an Ice-jin that embodies the spirit of her kind.
She had the utmost respect and displayed her own gesture of recognition for the Empress. The whole Galaxies she would conquer would be a testament to her power. To one such as Glace without an extension to call her own she was honored to have this visit. Not even the Viscount has been given this honor.
With a witness to the gesture she would approach the seat prepared for her.
Obviously she felt the occasion permitted that maybe the Empress would speak first so Glace would give her that moment and not waste time with her own words.
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Post by Vo Lang on Sept 17, 2023 16:48:01 GMT -6
Friga would pick up a grape and eat it before speaking.
"My scouts noted you being chased by a Saiyan before your unfortunate circumstances. I had them collect of you what they could find so as to have you regenerated. I hope it did not ruin whatever plans you may have had in the works, but it seemed like the situation had escalated quite a bit."
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Post by Glace on Sept 17, 2023 17:25:29 GMT -6
Glace smiled and stat up rather proudly. She chuckled before opening her eyes to the Empress.
“It went all according to my plan. He was causing an awful amount of noise. While I yet had the power to put it in its place I simply knocked on the door of one who would.” She smiled coldly but her expression smoothed. “I am grateful you went through the trouble for one such as I. I was not acting without my own lifeline but your aid is as much a surprise as it is an honor. I just am curious to, why you felt to have given me the time of day?”
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Post by Vo Lang on Sept 17, 2023 17:31:16 GMT -6
"For the reasons you have said. Your gambit seemed incredibly clever and resourceful. I thought it better rewarded than punished. Besides that, I have my own ambitions to consistently look out for. When it comes to uniting our peoples and making some... Adjustments."
She would grab another grape and eat it from the platter, leaning on the pillows of the lounge chair.
"So, I will be frank with you. I will offer you a single boon. A task to pit the full breadth of my control and power. Any one thing you wish I will do for you. In exchange I will ask of you the same. Think not of the difference in our status or position. Only that the task requested must be within the others power."
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Post by Glace on Sept 17, 2023 18:42:16 GMT -6
She pondered a brief moment. What extent of such power could the Empress possess? Surely Glace wouldn’t logically think this was something that a silly wish could produce some magical power for her. So what will Glace consider within her natural bounds.
She could have her entire house Killed. That would set her free for sure. She could absolutely rub it in their faces that she’s caught the attention of the Empress, her bearer would probably eat her tail with jealousy.
She could even ask for a planet of her own for starters. One that would separate her from the shackles of the Viscount’s control. One where she wouldn’t have to fly his flag. She can be endorsed by the Empress to start her own Bannermanship.
“Your gesture is difficult to comprehend its generosity is boundless. I have my pride and I’m not one for taking the easy road when a I could possibly have my worth questioned.” She looked at the empress not wanting to dawdle on her response. “How about a quick bit of advice to help me come to a conclusion? Your reach is vast and well earned… what is the secret to your growth? Sheer talent, unrelenting determination, unseen slight of hand, immortality?”
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