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Post by Okara Blaze on Feb 22, 2017 21:43:10 GMT -6
"Sure there is."
He would puff out his chest.
"You get a Saiyan slave, the son of Dahveid the Storm Dragon."
He stared at her.
"I get you."
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Post by Aisuko on Feb 22, 2017 21:50:21 GMT -6
"Yeah, and I basically get to drag your name through the mud in doing so because I don't wanna scuff mine."
She saw how ridiculous it was ALRIGHT. SHE GOT IT.
She sighed.
...and flopped back, thankful that action wouldn't send pain shrieking through her body from her back and her leg.
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Post by Okara Blaze on Feb 22, 2017 21:55:51 GMT -6
He shook his head.
"My family's name....while mighty to other words...is already in the mud. It's further than the mud. It's dead and buried. We are proud, as all Saiyans, but our honor as Blazes' died when my father killed those Elites. The only honor we have left is gifted by the grace of our King, and he honors Dahveid, not his family."
Okara would fold his arms.
"Doing this will only sour my name, and I could give two shits about what other Saiyans think of me. If they say it to my face, I'll snap them like dried twigs."
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Post by Aisuko on Feb 22, 2017 22:01:19 GMT -6
Aisuko still knew nothing of Okara's indenture to the Saiyan King. She just lay there, grumpily.
Fuck it all. Nothing was ever easy, was it? Couldn't have been some other Ice-Jinn, huh? Nope. Had to be a Saiyan. Had to be a Blaze.
Fuck fuck fuckity fuck fuck fuck.
"Yeah, well, if you were to be my slave you'd potentially start a war all your own by snapping them like twigs at worst, wind up like your dad in that regard at best. So. Preference to not do that."
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Post by Okara Blaze on Feb 22, 2017 22:03:22 GMT -6
He'd laugh.
"Doubtful. I'd just end up getting punished by you."
He smirked confidently, chucking up his chin.
"When shall we do it?"
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Post by Aisuko on Feb 22, 2017 22:09:07 GMT -6
"Yeah, or because you'd be my slave they'd see it as my responsibility and my doing and they'd lash out accordingly." Aisuko's eyes, narrow, roved over to him.
She sighed.
"I don't know. If I lose to you in the final round of the tournament it may not be believable...or it might be, depending how it goes. I don't really wanna throw the tournament, though. That's just...cheap."
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Post by Okara Blaze on Feb 22, 2017 22:11:43 GMT -6
He would stick his hands in his pockets and shrug.
"I'll drop out of the tournament."
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Post by Aisuko on Feb 22, 2017 22:13:03 GMT -6
"No."
She shimmied to stare at him.
"Suspicious much."
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Post by Okara Blaze on Feb 22, 2017 22:15:19 GMT -6
He folded his arms.
"Hmm....then I'll lose before I fight you. If I fight you next, then I'll throw it."
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Post by Aisuko on Feb 22, 2017 22:17:03 GMT -6
"No, are you kidding? We outclass everyone, basically. We're not throwing the tournament. If anything it could be fuel for me to beat you if you happen to beat me."
...that pride, though.
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Post by Okara Blaze on Feb 22, 2017 22:19:19 GMT -6
He smirked.
"I'll just have to beat you then."
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Post by Aisuko on Feb 22, 2017 22:20:45 GMT -6
There was a reflexive twitch in her mind.
"So if you were to win, what would that mean for your family?"
Don't lie.
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Post by Okara Blaze on Feb 22, 2017 22:21:51 GMT -6
He looked to her.
"Win what? The tournament? Or...you?"
His brow furrowed.
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Post by Aisuko on Feb 22, 2017 22:22:48 GMT -6
"The tournament."
She blinked slowly.
She kinda figured what being a slave would do. He said it wouldn't matter but Aisuko wasn't sold out to believing what he said.
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Post by Okara Blaze on Feb 22, 2017 22:24:28 GMT -6
"You underestimate how bad my family's name is. Me winning would do nothing. They'd heap praise on King Vegeta, give him a hero's welcome home, but I wouldn't even be included in the name. They'd have me as "An average Saiyan warrior" I'm sure."
He clenched a fist.
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