#moonydeathreborn

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Continued from X

@moonydeathreborn

Such an enigmatic young woman they had found when they went on that particular raid. Mariku had been acting as a scout ahead for Bakura-who was gone at the present moment, but he still felt it was necessary to pursue the pale red haired woman as she kept going walking away from him.

“That’s an interesting name you have there.” An impish smile forged on tanned lips as he wondered just what it was exactly behind the scarf. He had never encountered someone so captivating and mysterious in all of his days.

Bakura would be coming back soon so the thief figured it wouldn’t hurt anything to try to get a little bit of information from their new captive.

“Why were you at the place where we had the raid anyway? You could have gotten hurt or lost, you know that right?” He flashed her a smirk while stopping in his tracks. Of course it isn’t like he cared, but someone with any flaws wouldn’t be an easy sell.

He added with a sense of sarcasm after a bit. “But instead worse happened; you were captured.” It was fun rubbing things in when you were bored.

[balliisms-blog]

@moonydeathreborn

He had been told about her. Warned about her. That appearances were deceiving and that she was far more than just a simple, lithe young woman. It wasn’t really that surprising of a concept for him, considering some of the people he had faced in his past. Zangya, 18, and even Towa...

There was no reason to treat her like she was anything other than a young woman, though. 

Trunks smiled at her before bowing slightly. “You’re one of the Kais that govern death, aren’t you?”

[turles-thesaiyan-blog]

Okay, consider yourself beef jerky while I’m Filet Mignon.

“What if I don’t want to be beef jerky? Wait- what the fuck am I saying? What the fuck are you saying?? What does this have to do with anything???”

[turles-thesaiyan-blog]

"Why do you look like that other idiot?"

“Because saiyan genes are nothing but bullshit I guess.”

[supreme-kai-zamasu]

"You haven't seen my scythe have you?"

     “Starting with the point that I have  no idea how your scythe looks like... Well, I haven’t seen any scythes last time.”

[feardona]

"Shadows follow my every step."

dark rp starters

“Is that so?” Treating that claim as a challenge, he fails to stop a smirk from stretching across his features at the thought of investigating that claim. Were it the case that she was merely being cryptic or not, he didn’t care. Pests were likely to tail his energy signature, ever since the day that he abdicated himself to the warlock’s will. And each and every time he repelled them with force.     “What exactly are you implying, woman? Part with an explanation quickly or I’ll end your life!”

[feardona]

@moonydeathreborn | starter call

Not one to shirk away from the idea of a challenge, the fallen price beholds what remnants remain of his kingdom; a handful of dust on a backwater planet that has consistency vexed him. Driven by self fulfilment, what futile familial bonds he cultivated were shattered in the wake of Bobbidi’s intervention, reminding him that there were better issues to concern himself with than growing a legacy.     Bowing to the age old tradition of his race, Vegeta desired nothing else than a fight - to the death if need be. A tall task to be sure, especially when inhabiting a planet whose roster of capable fighters was limited to a dozen or so. No matter, perhaps if he simply waits, a suitable opponent will show...though his patience is quick to expire before long.