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"...Going by that remark, I'd say you've not really been in a situation like this before... Though I'm one to talk. Alright then... Pay attention, cause this is important." Izaroth said, leaning over to whisper his plan into her ear.

It was a fairly simple plan; Izaroth would vanish from where he currently was, which Trunks would likely take as an attempt to attack him from behind, and would be greeted with nothing when he went to react, with Izaroth then appearing behind him for real this time, and backflip kicking the purple-haired warrior into the air. Having faith in Blaze's aim, he was counting on her to hit him with as many Ki Blasts as possible, or nail him with her strongest one. Izaroth would then follow up by slamming the half-breed Saiyan into the ground, and hoped that brief round of co-operation would be enough to get him to stand down... Or at least injure him enough that he couldn't get back up again.

"Get all that? Cause we're not gonna get a second chance at this. Tap my shoulder once you're ready." Izaroth said, turning to look at Trunks.
"...Let's just say it's an insult right now, and leave it at that." Serena said, taking off the harness used to keep her greatsword fastened to her back and setting it to one side in the spare bedroom, and stretched as she yawned.

"Just hope those two pipe down soon." The swordswoman said as she sat on the edge of the bed, sleepily rubbing one eye.

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Having anticipated the motion, Cronic responded by sidestepping the bundle of rage that was his boss at the moment, wincing slightly as he watched her essentially faceplant the wall.

"Next time you feel like making decisions, don't make mine for me without giving me any say first." Cronic said, before heading off to start cooking the fish. He doubted Aria would be quick to get back up after that, but he wasn't letting his guard down just in case.
"He expects me to co-operate with someone I've never met before? Does this guy fancy himself a miracle worker or something?" Izaroth thought to himself as he flew up towards Blaze, stopping once he was at equal height.

"Probably a bad time to ask, but what's your speciality, fighting wise?" Izaroth said, keeping his gaze fixed on Trunks, readying himself to react should the purple haired swordsman launch an attack while he was conversing with Blaze.

"Be easier to figure out a joint attack plan if we know the basic structure of each other's strengths and weaknesses. Usually I'm a close-quarters brawler, able to solve my problems by knocking out my opponent's teeth with my fists, taking all my punishment and giving just as much in return."
Izaroth promptly made a mental note of the power level displayed on his scouter, using it as a rough estimate of the half-saiyan's base strength, and tapped a button on the right ear to switch it to his preferred setting; A combat package that provided Izaroth an overlay of his current condition, a GPS map of the immediate area (if possible), and the stock power level reader mixed with an analysis system.

"...So this is a sort of initiation, huh?" Izaroth said, cracking his knuckles as he stretched his legs, keeping his gaze fixed on Trunks the whole time.

"We're not going back where we came from any time soon, so we might as well humour him." Izaroth said, his eyes turning to look at Blaze out the corner of his eyes, before taking one step back and raising his fists.
"Time patrol? Can't say that I have." Izaroth said, looking at Trunks, passing a brief glance at Blaze as she approached as if to acknowledge her, before returning his attention to Trunks.

"Mostly I just spent my time exploring the universe, doing a routine training regime to keep myself on form, or just reading books. Sometimes I read while training too. I'm not really in the loop as to what's going on as much as I should be, truth be told." The white haired Saiyan said, taking off his reading glasses as he spoke, and putting them into his Gi, his green eyes unblinking as he kept his gaze fixed on Trunks, before taking out a visor-like scouter and putting it on.
"...Aaand there goes my train of thought." Izaroth said, looking up from the book. Reaching into his gi, he pulls out a bookmark and sets it into place on the current page before closing the book, and stowing it into his gi. Slowly getting to his feet, Izaroth then began to look around.

"Shrine, grassland, floating islands with buildings on top... And a giant dragon on steroids... Wait what?" Izaroth said, looking away from that last one for a moment, before looking back at it.

"Hm... Seems to be the Namekian Dragon... Popo...Pora... What was it's name again? ...I suppose the better questions to ask right now is where the **** am I, and why am I even here?" Izaroth said to himself, folding one arm across his chest, and tapping the side of his head in thought.
The male of the two warriors that had appeared, the one sat reading the book, didn't seem to pay Trunks any mind... Nor had he quite realised he was no longer aboard the starship he was on minutes ago yet, seeming to be so engrossed in his book you could perform a lively dance in front of him, and he wouldn't even care.

The book itself appeared to be a journal someone had written upon the known kinds of Dragonballs and the extent of their power and limitations... And seemed to be a pretty big read, since the book was quite thick and he was only half-way through reading it at the moment.

"Hm... Interesting, from immortality and resurrecting the dead to a mass teleportation of people from one place to another..." Izaroth said, scratching his chin in contemplation.

Name: Izaroth Aestorm
Aliases: Izzy
Race: Saiyan
Gender: Male
Age: 24
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Equipment/Items: His Visor-like scouter, a pair of reading glasses, and at least one book.
Backstory/Personality:

A wanderer by nature, Izaroth usually spends time exploring the cosmos aboard the starship Escutcheon, only really ever interacting with people if he needs supplies, food or fuel, or some combination of the three, generally quite content to just do his own thing... Up until Trunks pulled him to Toki Toki city via Porunga. Thus was the beginning of a generally confusing and amusing adventure.

Izaroth might seem like a social recluse, but he's actually quite sociable... When he's not got his head stuck in a book. He's usually one to resort to logic as well as force, dealing with situations in a relatively calm manner... Up until someone ticks him off. At which point he will get even calmly, yet violently.
Oddly enough, Cronic just went to tending to his bedroll on the floor, seemingly unphased by the remark.

"I don't actually mind that idea. I'm pretty sure they wouldn't mind a bed to sleep in after what just happened today. I'm used to sleeping rough anyway." Cronic said, as he sat down atop the bedroll.

"Up the stairs. Single door on your right as you head toward the master bedroom." Cronic said to Serena, who nodded and went upstairs, presumably to drop off her heavier gear, like her sword.

Unluckily for Aria though, Cronic had simply been plotting a delayed vengeance, and the second she dropped her guard she'd find herself smacked in the face by a fish, with Cronic holding the rear end of it.

"Totally worth it."
"We accept payment in Septims as per the norm for any business really. Though we don't care much for reputation and for good reason; One person flaps their gums to the wrong Altmer and we'll have the Thalmor kicking our door in and hauling us off someplace to never again see the light of day. Not something we're really keen on, to be honest." Cronic said, shrugging his shoulders as he walked.

"...Well, I do owe you one for saving my skin back there..." Serena said, folding her arms in thought.
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