I asked if we should do it.
Mogtaki Member
- Last Seen: 6 yrs ago
- Old Guild Username: Mogtaki
- Joined: 12 yrs ago
- Posts: 2430 (0.53 / day)
- VMs: 1
-
Username history
- Mogtaki 12 yrs ago
Status
User has no status, yet
Bio
User has no bio, yet
Most Recent Posts
The timeskip and to see if an old habit hasn't been picked up.
I'm still fully ready and waiting, as already stated.
Dude totally abandoned us for another RP.
Viral couldn’t shake off the confusion all of this had left him with whether Aito meant for him to be dragged down to that level or not. He didn’t know what he was supposed to be, whether he was in the same league as a human or something more like he had always believed. He would’ve been born a normal human if they never did modify his body, confusing him to what he truly wanted to be. Humans had always been rotten to the core in his eyes through all the actions they claimed to be for the good of their kind, how he had judged them from a distance and how much he saw they were willing to destroy to see their own selfish desires triumph. Their fights over money and territory made them nothing more than animals, but hearing Aito confess about his origins made him uncomfortable and question his own animalistic tendencies. He didn’t know what to feel anymore and Aito questioning his feelings didn’t help matters, the questions only feeling as if they were rubbing it in that he was nothing more than a mutant.
“And if I went through life not knowing…how would that make matters better?” he questioned Aito, narrowing his gaze, “Keeping me in the dark…how does that help? Would you keep Vegeta in the dark if he was adopted? What if his real father was the man behind my killing of you? You would never keep that a secret from him, would you…” He knew when it came to his own origins he had more than just Aito and June to thank for that, but the origins of the man behind his manipulation made him question what allegiance he was intended to be a part of, whether he was made to be part of the RRA. They wouldn’t had just given Aito and June the help if they didn’t have a say in what he was supposed to be, even if Aito told him he was to protect Earth. The RRA imprint would be in his DNA somewhere, who knew if he would turn on them again.
Questioning Vegeta about his past actions was something he had to do now, especially now he had him in a position where he couldn’t walk away. He was ever going to be able to fully understand what drove humans to commit such acts against creatures that wasn’t one of their own kind, but he didn’t know if Vegeta was guilty of such a primitive habit or if he genuinely saw him as another lab creation before, an asset of his company. Staring at Vegeta as he spoke he narrowed his gaze, letting out a sigh as he looked away. “I don’t know what you could do for me. I’m sure that’s something you should think about yourself…”
Aito’s sudden exclamation caught him a little off-guard, turning to him as Aito decided to do a little light reading by the looks of it. Not seeing it as something he had to get up for he simply groaned, looking off to the side with the desire to sit down again as Aito made him uncomfortable speaking about him. Still listening to Aito despite making him feel uncomfortable, he frowned and looked back, only wondering what he was thinking with that idea. While it sounded like a plausible idea, he didn’t know how such a thing was supposed to work on a planet like that. “Into the woods…is one way to destroy all that equipment…” he muttered, letting out a groan, “And whatabout wild animals? Are you just going to kill them if they trespass? Last time we were there the two half-Saiyans brought a giant sea monster back to the city. We don’t know what’s out there, I don’t even know what your plans for me are while out there…”
Shu didn’t know if he wanted to stop because of Kabocha or because he didn’t believe he could manage, seeing how he had ‘all that power and couldn’t use it’. Probably them watching him practice made them hate what he had and in turn end up hating him. It made him feel discouraged and not wanting to do this if he was going to cause dislike among his peers. Moving around slightly in the air before stopping he lost all belief that he might be able to pull it off, feeling discouraged before Takeshi suddenly shouted out, giving him a fright. Raising his hands to his chest he held them close, staring at Takeshi before looking down at his feet. “Huh? But…I just kind of…” he started before moving forward and back again, his eyes on his feet, “I am moving? But it’s not good enough. I should be able to do more than that, right?” He felt confused to what was expected of him, whether that really was a big deal or Takeshi was exaggerating to make him feel better. “I should be doing all flying without feeling like falling over…”
Kai didn’t mine Yumi being in the kitchen but he did wonder if his brother was just getting all hyped up over helping her because he still had feelings for her. She didn’t appear to have many feelings for him, at least not right now as she waited for him to make up some stuff for her. It was all nice and good for him to do that, but he really needed to chill out if he was going to get over any sort of relationship break up. “Remember your sandwich or it’s going to get cold”, he spoke to Choi, placing the fried eggs on top of their sandwiches before finishing off with the bread on top. Picking up his sandwich he went to take a bite out of it before hearing Haku speak up, looking to him. “Well…we were going to sit down with them, but we’re just going to eat them here”, he spoke before pointing to a cupboard, “You should eat here too. If there’s anything missing from your steak and rice then you can find some sauces and what not in there. Just don’t use too much of it for taste testing. It helps for when you make it again and end up liking something”.
Choi would get his sandwich right after he got the salad prepared, knowing not to touch it with greasy hands. He didn’t want to ruin someone’s food just because he wanted to eat, especially if it was for Yumi. “Heh! I don’t know. We never really speak to each other and I know for sure he didn’t know us when he was part of the army. I don’t mind, though”. Feeling confident his salad looked fairly tasty he added some carrot as well, giving it a good wash along with the rest of the salad and chopping it up. Colour always made salad look more delightful and carrots were definitely very colourful. The steak was cooking fairly well but he would need to keep it on for longer if the steak was to be any appealing to the Beastman, seeing how even medium rare steak looked too much like raw meat. “Hey, don’t worry about it! I mean, food is food. If he eats the food then success, but I’m sure someone else will eat what he left over. It’s just the salad that can’t be stored”.
“And if I went through life not knowing…how would that make matters better?” he questioned Aito, narrowing his gaze, “Keeping me in the dark…how does that help? Would you keep Vegeta in the dark if he was adopted? What if his real father was the man behind my killing of you? You would never keep that a secret from him, would you…” He knew when it came to his own origins he had more than just Aito and June to thank for that, but the origins of the man behind his manipulation made him question what allegiance he was intended to be a part of, whether he was made to be part of the RRA. They wouldn’t had just given Aito and June the help if they didn’t have a say in what he was supposed to be, even if Aito told him he was to protect Earth. The RRA imprint would be in his DNA somewhere, who knew if he would turn on them again.
Questioning Vegeta about his past actions was something he had to do now, especially now he had him in a position where he couldn’t walk away. He was ever going to be able to fully understand what drove humans to commit such acts against creatures that wasn’t one of their own kind, but he didn’t know if Vegeta was guilty of such a primitive habit or if he genuinely saw him as another lab creation before, an asset of his company. Staring at Vegeta as he spoke he narrowed his gaze, letting out a sigh as he looked away. “I don’t know what you could do for me. I’m sure that’s something you should think about yourself…”
Aito’s sudden exclamation caught him a little off-guard, turning to him as Aito decided to do a little light reading by the looks of it. Not seeing it as something he had to get up for he simply groaned, looking off to the side with the desire to sit down again as Aito made him uncomfortable speaking about him. Still listening to Aito despite making him feel uncomfortable, he frowned and looked back, only wondering what he was thinking with that idea. While it sounded like a plausible idea, he didn’t know how such a thing was supposed to work on a planet like that. “Into the woods…is one way to destroy all that equipment…” he muttered, letting out a groan, “And whatabout wild animals? Are you just going to kill them if they trespass? Last time we were there the two half-Saiyans brought a giant sea monster back to the city. We don’t know what’s out there, I don’t even know what your plans for me are while out there…”
Shu didn’t know if he wanted to stop because of Kabocha or because he didn’t believe he could manage, seeing how he had ‘all that power and couldn’t use it’. Probably them watching him practice made them hate what he had and in turn end up hating him. It made him feel discouraged and not wanting to do this if he was going to cause dislike among his peers. Moving around slightly in the air before stopping he lost all belief that he might be able to pull it off, feeling discouraged before Takeshi suddenly shouted out, giving him a fright. Raising his hands to his chest he held them close, staring at Takeshi before looking down at his feet. “Huh? But…I just kind of…” he started before moving forward and back again, his eyes on his feet, “I am moving? But it’s not good enough. I should be able to do more than that, right?” He felt confused to what was expected of him, whether that really was a big deal or Takeshi was exaggerating to make him feel better. “I should be doing all flying without feeling like falling over…”
Kai didn’t mine Yumi being in the kitchen but he did wonder if his brother was just getting all hyped up over helping her because he still had feelings for her. She didn’t appear to have many feelings for him, at least not right now as she waited for him to make up some stuff for her. It was all nice and good for him to do that, but he really needed to chill out if he was going to get over any sort of relationship break up. “Remember your sandwich or it’s going to get cold”, he spoke to Choi, placing the fried eggs on top of their sandwiches before finishing off with the bread on top. Picking up his sandwich he went to take a bite out of it before hearing Haku speak up, looking to him. “Well…we were going to sit down with them, but we’re just going to eat them here”, he spoke before pointing to a cupboard, “You should eat here too. If there’s anything missing from your steak and rice then you can find some sauces and what not in there. Just don’t use too much of it for taste testing. It helps for when you make it again and end up liking something”.
Choi would get his sandwich right after he got the salad prepared, knowing not to touch it with greasy hands. He didn’t want to ruin someone’s food just because he wanted to eat, especially if it was for Yumi. “Heh! I don’t know. We never really speak to each other and I know for sure he didn’t know us when he was part of the army. I don’t mind, though”. Feeling confident his salad looked fairly tasty he added some carrot as well, giving it a good wash along with the rest of the salad and chopping it up. Colour always made salad look more delightful and carrots were definitely very colourful. The steak was cooking fairly well but he would need to keep it on for longer if the steak was to be any appealing to the Beastman, seeing how even medium rare steak looked too much like raw meat. “Hey, don’t worry about it! I mean, food is food. If he eats the food then success, but I’m sure someone else will eat what he left over. It’s just the salad that can’t be stored”.
Viral was just trying to not let all the bad thoughts take over his life and completely forget about them, but that was proving rather difficult with Aito being the negative one now. He didn’t know how this was supposed to help him if he wasn’t given much of a chance of hope, even in his depressive state. So much for trying to forget about his mental state with this guy drilling into his head how much he was going to struggle through this current treatment. He just wanted to be able to walk on his own feet again and if he couldn’t do that then there was no point on him living with all this wasted effort. “Yet you still lie about you knowing everything about me. I don’t know what to believe…”
It was a massive problem and was going to be a continuous one for him primarily, but with Aito and Vegeta being so positive over his condition he couldn’t help but feel like the odd one out all the time. He tried to fake positivity but then Aito would be negative, but when he was negative Aito was overly confident he could cure him. He didn’t know what he was supposed to feel at this point, whether he should try and be confident but also negative to cancel that out. Sighing heavily, slowly he looked to Vegeta, watching him as he spoke. Everything else was too much for him, even if walking was incredibly painful right now. Slowly looking away he let out a sigh. “So, Vegeta…” he spoke lowly, keeping his eyes off him, “…How does it feel to know what I am, what I mean to you…and what you were willing to do to me in the past…”
Shu stared at Kabocha as he gave him a telling off, pressing his fingers together as he was basically told he was dumb for not knowing what something meant. He was trying hard to understand but he just wasn’t getting it, even if he was trying pretty hard to do it. He wanted to manage by himself, but a lot of these words were too complicated to figure them out himself. There was nothing relating to a hand or a cap to give you a disadvantage so it made no sense to him. Frowning, Shu did keep trying to move forward but he felt rather discouraged, stopping when Kabocha snickered at him. He didn’t like hearing about people being afraid of him, it really discouraged him and made him wonder if he should be around these people in the first place if they didn’t like him because of how much power he had. Sighing a little when Takeshi tried to defend him he didn’t see why he should be trying to tell Kabocha off when he was probably right, he knew he had too much power and didn’t know what to do with it or how to use it. Looking to Takeshi when he tried to give him some encouragement he simply moved forward and back on the spot before sighing, scratching as his chest. “Maybe…we shouldn’t do this. I’m not smart enough for this stuff. Maybe…we can do something else…”
Kai thought Haku wasn’t really trying to learn if he thought a steak was cooked after that short a time. It was pretty obvious that it wasn’t judging by how pink it was around the edges, not unless he liked really raw meat. He didn’t much care for raw meat himself, but if somebody liked that he wouldn’t judge them. “If it’s not pink on the outside at all, it’s going to be pretty ready. It’s very easy to ruin steak”. Steak probably shouldn’t be one of the first things to teach a guy who barely knew how to cook rice, but it was certainly worth warning him, probably. Getting the sandwiches ready he gave Haku a quick look to see if he was doing fine before he turned around, looking at Yumi and Choi. He didn’t really know why Choi was making pate with steak but whatever, he wasn’t going to question him. Getting a place out for Haku he moved over to the steak for him, placing it on his plate. “You can eat it now with that rice of yours”, he spoke, his eyes soon going to Yumi when she asked him about his food. “Huh? Uhh, it’s a steak and egg sandwich. I can show you how to make one some other time, I suppose…since you’re having Choi’s weird interpretation of Earth food”.
Choi felt pretty good about what he was doing with the food, knowing it would work pretty well if he did everything right and didn’t let the meat go too hard. He was fairly sure he would be able to make this meal into a fantastic one if he just tried hard enough, finding the challenge to be good for his cooking skills. If it meant Yumi was going to be happy then he’d do anything, even if she wasn’t wanting to be with him anymore. Getting the steaks all good through and inspected, he made sure there was enough fat for him to use. “Heh! He probably doesn’t know who I am, but I appreciate the gesture!” he chuckled, moving onto getting a salad done. Even if the Beastman didn’t eat the salad he didn’t mind, someone else would probably anyway. Some nice toasted bread should help with things as well so immediately after getting the salad he rushed over to slice up some bread for the grill, making sure to get it thin. He knew toast was probably the best thing for someone to eat when they were ill, plus it was probably going to be extra nice for the Beastman to crunch into seeing how his teeth were fair large and sharp compared to normal teeth, meaning the crunching would be extra delightful for him to chew on.
It was a massive problem and was going to be a continuous one for him primarily, but with Aito and Vegeta being so positive over his condition he couldn’t help but feel like the odd one out all the time. He tried to fake positivity but then Aito would be negative, but when he was negative Aito was overly confident he could cure him. He didn’t know what he was supposed to feel at this point, whether he should try and be confident but also negative to cancel that out. Sighing heavily, slowly he looked to Vegeta, watching him as he spoke. Everything else was too much for him, even if walking was incredibly painful right now. Slowly looking away he let out a sigh. “So, Vegeta…” he spoke lowly, keeping his eyes off him, “…How does it feel to know what I am, what I mean to you…and what you were willing to do to me in the past…”
Shu stared at Kabocha as he gave him a telling off, pressing his fingers together as he was basically told he was dumb for not knowing what something meant. He was trying hard to understand but he just wasn’t getting it, even if he was trying pretty hard to do it. He wanted to manage by himself, but a lot of these words were too complicated to figure them out himself. There was nothing relating to a hand or a cap to give you a disadvantage so it made no sense to him. Frowning, Shu did keep trying to move forward but he felt rather discouraged, stopping when Kabocha snickered at him. He didn’t like hearing about people being afraid of him, it really discouraged him and made him wonder if he should be around these people in the first place if they didn’t like him because of how much power he had. Sighing a little when Takeshi tried to defend him he didn’t see why he should be trying to tell Kabocha off when he was probably right, he knew he had too much power and didn’t know what to do with it or how to use it. Looking to Takeshi when he tried to give him some encouragement he simply moved forward and back on the spot before sighing, scratching as his chest. “Maybe…we shouldn’t do this. I’m not smart enough for this stuff. Maybe…we can do something else…”
Kai thought Haku wasn’t really trying to learn if he thought a steak was cooked after that short a time. It was pretty obvious that it wasn’t judging by how pink it was around the edges, not unless he liked really raw meat. He didn’t much care for raw meat himself, but if somebody liked that he wouldn’t judge them. “If it’s not pink on the outside at all, it’s going to be pretty ready. It’s very easy to ruin steak”. Steak probably shouldn’t be one of the first things to teach a guy who barely knew how to cook rice, but it was certainly worth warning him, probably. Getting the sandwiches ready he gave Haku a quick look to see if he was doing fine before he turned around, looking at Yumi and Choi. He didn’t really know why Choi was making pate with steak but whatever, he wasn’t going to question him. Getting a place out for Haku he moved over to the steak for him, placing it on his plate. “You can eat it now with that rice of yours”, he spoke, his eyes soon going to Yumi when she asked him about his food. “Huh? Uhh, it’s a steak and egg sandwich. I can show you how to make one some other time, I suppose…since you’re having Choi’s weird interpretation of Earth food”.
Choi felt pretty good about what he was doing with the food, knowing it would work pretty well if he did everything right and didn’t let the meat go too hard. He was fairly sure he would be able to make this meal into a fantastic one if he just tried hard enough, finding the challenge to be good for his cooking skills. If it meant Yumi was going to be happy then he’d do anything, even if she wasn’t wanting to be with him anymore. Getting the steaks all good through and inspected, he made sure there was enough fat for him to use. “Heh! He probably doesn’t know who I am, but I appreciate the gesture!” he chuckled, moving onto getting a salad done. Even if the Beastman didn’t eat the salad he didn’t mind, someone else would probably anyway. Some nice toasted bread should help with things as well so immediately after getting the salad he rushed over to slice up some bread for the grill, making sure to get it thin. He knew toast was probably the best thing for someone to eat when they were ill, plus it was probably going to be extra nice for the Beastman to crunch into seeing how his teeth were fair large and sharp compared to normal teeth, meaning the crunching would be extra delightful for him to chew on.
Viral couldn’t find anything in Aito’s words that he’d be able to use as encouragement, seeing how he didn’t know if things were going to be okay or a complete disaster. There was always going to be that chance of failing and if today was anything to go by it was going to be filled with pain. He didn’t know what he was supposed to do with that but the sooner he tolerated the treatment the better. Staring at Aito as he spoke he let out a sigh, slowly looking away as he held his shaky arms. It wasn’t that he was struggling to cope, he was just placed forcefully at the disadvantage point where he couldn’t climb back up. “So whatever I say…however long I try…I’m not going to be able to get through this quickly…” he muttered, staring at him before he let out an annoyed sigh, “You make me feel so much better already…”
Feeling annoyed at Aito he let out a fair grumble and looked away from him, just wanting to be left to his own devices but instead of Aito leaving him be he decided to instead order Vegeta to move him, not liking the sound of his idea despite not knowing what they are. Looking to Vegeta he slowly moved his legs in silent protest, watching him carefully as he went to move him. Glaring at him in annoyance at his little quip he winced when his arm was moved, but when he was helped up to his feet he gasped in pain. Tensing up completely he stared down at the ground, his focus breaking up pretty drastically a few times and yet he still managed to move his legs with Vegeta. His whole lower half was in great pain, especially his feet. It was horrible, he couldn’t even care about the IV tugging at his arm with a pain like this.
Shu was feeling fairly confident that he could do this pretty quickly if he tried hard enough, especially now that he was in the air and not against the roof. Getting all excited he smiled happily at Takeshi, looking quickly down to his feet. “Ooh! Move around! I can move around and not just up!” he spoke quickly, shaking his fists before squeaking when Takeshi prodded his forehead. Listening to Takeshi he nodded as he tried to keep his attention on him, watching him carefully before frowning, his eyes going to the roof until Kabocha. He was a little scared by that quip but was trying to shake it off, frowning at him as he scratched his head. He was sure he could do that little task if he tried hard enough. Staring down at his feet he tried to move around, feeling a little concerned. “Handicap? What that mean…?” he questioned, moving slightly from side to side before jerking forward and back again. Gasping, he waved his arms around to try and regain balance before coming to a stop, letting out a sigh. “Just because I’m a Prince doesn’t mean I know everything…”
Kai was fair looking forward to his sandwich, especially after having to concentrate on other things that might as well had taken up most of his time, his brother having ran off outside too. It was him doing three times the work he needed to, but he couldn’t think of himself as lazy right now. He didn’t want to cook these steaks for too long but at least the eggs were doing well. Checking the steaks on both sides he moved to check out the break, turning them over before looking up at Haku, letting out a sigh. “You think raw, dripping meat is ‘done’? I thought Viral was the animal around here”. Finally taking the lightly toasted bread out of the oven he placed them on a couple of plates, finally checking the steaks before placing them on one each. “I just judge food by how long I usually cook it for and this is how Choi and I like our steak. You get used to it, eventually. You should get a strainer and empty your rice into it”.
Choi was just happy to help, especially when it was Yumi. He still held a soft spot for her, even if they weren’t together. If he could just do this one thing he’d be pretty happy that he was able to help her and her friend. Still feeling fairly giddy he snickered at Yumi, giving her a quick thumbs up. “It’ll be easier this time! I mean, he has hope now, right? What with that guy back alive so he’ll probably try some with you”. He didn’t know what was holding Viral back from eating, especially when he appeared to be the type of guy who would have a feast. Holding the door open he grinned when she decided to come on in. Heading on in once she had he was surprised to see Kai assembling his sandwich, but instead of going for that he went immediately for the fridge, pulling out a couple more steaks before dashing over to the pan with them. “Alright! Cooked pate for two. It’ll be ready in no time!”
Feeling annoyed at Aito he let out a fair grumble and looked away from him, just wanting to be left to his own devices but instead of Aito leaving him be he decided to instead order Vegeta to move him, not liking the sound of his idea despite not knowing what they are. Looking to Vegeta he slowly moved his legs in silent protest, watching him carefully as he went to move him. Glaring at him in annoyance at his little quip he winced when his arm was moved, but when he was helped up to his feet he gasped in pain. Tensing up completely he stared down at the ground, his focus breaking up pretty drastically a few times and yet he still managed to move his legs with Vegeta. His whole lower half was in great pain, especially his feet. It was horrible, he couldn’t even care about the IV tugging at his arm with a pain like this.
Shu was feeling fairly confident that he could do this pretty quickly if he tried hard enough, especially now that he was in the air and not against the roof. Getting all excited he smiled happily at Takeshi, looking quickly down to his feet. “Ooh! Move around! I can move around and not just up!” he spoke quickly, shaking his fists before squeaking when Takeshi prodded his forehead. Listening to Takeshi he nodded as he tried to keep his attention on him, watching him carefully before frowning, his eyes going to the roof until Kabocha. He was a little scared by that quip but was trying to shake it off, frowning at him as he scratched his head. He was sure he could do that little task if he tried hard enough. Staring down at his feet he tried to move around, feeling a little concerned. “Handicap? What that mean…?” he questioned, moving slightly from side to side before jerking forward and back again. Gasping, he waved his arms around to try and regain balance before coming to a stop, letting out a sigh. “Just because I’m a Prince doesn’t mean I know everything…”
Kai was fair looking forward to his sandwich, especially after having to concentrate on other things that might as well had taken up most of his time, his brother having ran off outside too. It was him doing three times the work he needed to, but he couldn’t think of himself as lazy right now. He didn’t want to cook these steaks for too long but at least the eggs were doing well. Checking the steaks on both sides he moved to check out the break, turning them over before looking up at Haku, letting out a sigh. “You think raw, dripping meat is ‘done’? I thought Viral was the animal around here”. Finally taking the lightly toasted bread out of the oven he placed them on a couple of plates, finally checking the steaks before placing them on one each. “I just judge food by how long I usually cook it for and this is how Choi and I like our steak. You get used to it, eventually. You should get a strainer and empty your rice into it”.
Choi was just happy to help, especially when it was Yumi. He still held a soft spot for her, even if they weren’t together. If he could just do this one thing he’d be pretty happy that he was able to help her and her friend. Still feeling fairly giddy he snickered at Yumi, giving her a quick thumbs up. “It’ll be easier this time! I mean, he has hope now, right? What with that guy back alive so he’ll probably try some with you”. He didn’t know what was holding Viral back from eating, especially when he appeared to be the type of guy who would have a feast. Holding the door open he grinned when she decided to come on in. Heading on in once she had he was surprised to see Kai assembling his sandwich, but instead of going for that he went immediately for the fridge, pulling out a couple more steaks before dashing over to the pan with them. “Alright! Cooked pate for two. It’ll be ready in no time!”
Viral wanted to feel better about himself in any way possible but he was completely stricken down and unable to see through what could’ve been and what might happen after this whole treatment was over. He didn’t know if he was only going to be treated for this genetic problem of his with everything else that was wrong with him put to the side, but if it was going to be he’d felt the best option was to not talk about it at all and forget it ever existed as a problem. The Saiyans did a lot to him all because they didn’t know how he functioned or what could kill him, but the trauma for that felt like it would never go away and would be best never touched upon. His problem was genetic, that was it and he was going to be treated for that first and foremost. Recovery time for both his mentality and physical body was going to take twice as long and nobody had time to wait through that.
Briefly coughing when the gauze was removed from his nose he sighed, slowly reaching up to his face before simply giving up, moving his hand down as he stared at it calmly. He just had to be strong now and not this weakling he appeared to be. Nobody should have to stress about him and his petty problems when he had all these genetic problems they had to fix too. Slowly raising a paw to his head he only gave Vegeta a glance, sighing a groan. “It’s never easy. Everything has been tough…” he muttered, lowering his paw and looking away, “I feel like I can’t care anymore…I just have to move forward with the treatment. There’s no reason…something like this…should take so long. I’m supposed to be strong, or so you said…as everyone says. If I can just…move…”
Shu was definitely trying hard and hoped he wasn’t going to let Takeshi down with his constant fumbling around, his only hope that he was going to be able to pull off something like this resting on his ability to learn. He didn’t know how good he was at learning Ki when he was instructed like this, especially when many other things was much easier to learn and yet he still couldn’t do those. Wobbling around in the air he was happy with what he had managed to accomplish, smiling at Takeshi “Yeah! Ah! Little wobbles…” he spoke quickly, holding his hands out briefly to try and keep balanced. Just when he thought he might have it he heart Kabocha call him out on his Ki release, looking to his feet curiously. He was wobbling a lot so maybe that was a problem, but whether he could do it little by little was another question entirely. He had to be careful or he’d be blasting everywhere. Trying to keep levelled he was very careful with his Ki release, staring at his feet as he watched the energy until they stopped wobbling around. “Ah! How’s that? Is that okay? W-What do I do now??”
Kai never liked looking to the past when it involved him but at least he wasn’t going to stay on the subject for too long either. It wasn’t exactly something that would make either of them happy to recall. “You were an apprentice, even Kabocha would’ve gone through that until they found his potential as an Elite in the future”, he spoke calmly, flipping the steaks over again before placing another in the pan, “Maybe you just never wanted to learn. You probably wanted to do something different…or maybe you were lazy, I don’t know”. Getting the rest of the sandwich ready for his brother and himself he placed the bread under the grill before checking on the rice, giving it a stir with a wooden spoon. Hearing Haku’s desire for a medium rare he looked to him quickly as he gave thanks, staring at him for a moment before shrugging. “Ehh, it’s enough to make you feel comfortable, at least”, he spoke calmly, heading off to get a couple of plates, “Just remember your eyes and nose are your most important senses. If something smells great it’ll taste great and always look for whatever might be rotten”.
Choi nodded at Yumi, feeling all sorts of creative with this request. “Yeah! It’s in one of your cookbooks! So many new recipes, but so many that are similar to what we served the King too”. Feeling all giddy over the hug he certainly managed to savour it, leaning into Yumi as it happened. He was going to make something great for a patient like Yumi’s friend, his hope that it’d be perfect being his goal. He would be able to feed Yumi too by the sounds of her agreement and seeing how hungry she was it’d certainly help. “It’s no problem! I know if I was ill and needing to eat, I’d feel better eating with someone else”, he smiled happily before turning around to head back into the kitchen, seeing Kai getting their sandwiches ready, “You’re free to come in as well. Plenty of room in here, plus it won’t take long to do this”.
Briefly coughing when the gauze was removed from his nose he sighed, slowly reaching up to his face before simply giving up, moving his hand down as he stared at it calmly. He just had to be strong now and not this weakling he appeared to be. Nobody should have to stress about him and his petty problems when he had all these genetic problems they had to fix too. Slowly raising a paw to his head he only gave Vegeta a glance, sighing a groan. “It’s never easy. Everything has been tough…” he muttered, lowering his paw and looking away, “I feel like I can’t care anymore…I just have to move forward with the treatment. There’s no reason…something like this…should take so long. I’m supposed to be strong, or so you said…as everyone says. If I can just…move…”
Shu was definitely trying hard and hoped he wasn’t going to let Takeshi down with his constant fumbling around, his only hope that he was going to be able to pull off something like this resting on his ability to learn. He didn’t know how good he was at learning Ki when he was instructed like this, especially when many other things was much easier to learn and yet he still couldn’t do those. Wobbling around in the air he was happy with what he had managed to accomplish, smiling at Takeshi “Yeah! Ah! Little wobbles…” he spoke quickly, holding his hands out briefly to try and keep balanced. Just when he thought he might have it he heart Kabocha call him out on his Ki release, looking to his feet curiously. He was wobbling a lot so maybe that was a problem, but whether he could do it little by little was another question entirely. He had to be careful or he’d be blasting everywhere. Trying to keep levelled he was very careful with his Ki release, staring at his feet as he watched the energy until they stopped wobbling around. “Ah! How’s that? Is that okay? W-What do I do now??”
Kai never liked looking to the past when it involved him but at least he wasn’t going to stay on the subject for too long either. It wasn’t exactly something that would make either of them happy to recall. “You were an apprentice, even Kabocha would’ve gone through that until they found his potential as an Elite in the future”, he spoke calmly, flipping the steaks over again before placing another in the pan, “Maybe you just never wanted to learn. You probably wanted to do something different…or maybe you were lazy, I don’t know”. Getting the rest of the sandwich ready for his brother and himself he placed the bread under the grill before checking on the rice, giving it a stir with a wooden spoon. Hearing Haku’s desire for a medium rare he looked to him quickly as he gave thanks, staring at him for a moment before shrugging. “Ehh, it’s enough to make you feel comfortable, at least”, he spoke calmly, heading off to get a couple of plates, “Just remember your eyes and nose are your most important senses. If something smells great it’ll taste great and always look for whatever might be rotten”.
Choi nodded at Yumi, feeling all sorts of creative with this request. “Yeah! It’s in one of your cookbooks! So many new recipes, but so many that are similar to what we served the King too”. Feeling all giddy over the hug he certainly managed to savour it, leaning into Yumi as it happened. He was going to make something great for a patient like Yumi’s friend, his hope that it’d be perfect being his goal. He would be able to feed Yumi too by the sounds of her agreement and seeing how hungry she was it’d certainly help. “It’s no problem! I know if I was ill and needing to eat, I’d feel better eating with someone else”, he smiled happily before turning around to head back into the kitchen, seeing Kai getting their sandwiches ready, “You’re free to come in as well. Plenty of room in here, plus it won’t take long to do this”.
Viral didn’t know how he would manage food if those pills were hard enough to swallow, knowing it was going to be even worse for something he had essentially been avoiding for a very long time. He couldn’t remember the last time he had food all day as opposed to one meal, but then again he didn’t recall anything from when he first changed into his feline form. He knew he wouldn’t transform after that serum, that was its job to stop that from happening, but the shock from the event was surely going to cause him some problems. It didn’t matter if it was good for him, he was still going to feel terrible for it and will probably find himself struggling to eat simply due to shock.
Frowning when Aito wiped up after him he looked to him, staring at him as he only gave him pretty bad news regarding how he might feel about everything else. He didn’t know if he was going to give up halfway through the treatment because it was too hard, but he also didn’t know if his body was going to simply give in as well. He was not going to be able to do this without the support and he knew that, but he still felt like a complete crutch to the others with them all having to run around in circles for him. Eating was going to be one of those difficulties that everybody was going to have to run in circles for, much to his dismay. “I just-…I struggle with everything. I can’t get the thought of becoming a monster out of my head…” he spoke, finding it easier to speak as the IV started to come into effect, “I didn’t have a problem with my form before…but…when the Saiyans took me, they did something to it. They controlled it like they could control me when I had the collar…but…after that…I couldn’t control its bloodlust. My mind is completely screwed up…”
Shu hoped he wasn’t making Takeshi angry with this, seeing how he was supposed to be showing his friend he was good at helping him. He didn’t know if he was going to manage to not screw up but he was going to try not to, at least. Looking down at himself he patted his chest as if trying to look for the Ki himself. Figuring that was pointless he looked back to Takeshi, giving a nod when he was told to go to the floor. “Okay! I try hard! I try hard…” He didn’t really have the confidence to back up his words but he was still going to give it a shot and hope for the best, seeing how he was the one being taught and giving these two competition between each other. Landing on the floor he moved around carefully, staring down at his feet as he adjusted his stance. “I want up just a little bit! Tiny bit…little bit…” Bouncing on his toes he took a moment to try and adjust but he didn’t even know if he was doing it correctly. He was sure he was going to end up falling over again and embarrassing himself. Trying to move the energy around he pushed it down, managing to lift his feet off the ground and rise up a few metres, shaking around as he tried to balance. “Ah! What I do now??”
Kai never really liked to talk about the labs, thinking of them as something that he was trying to avoid in his life rather than reminisce over what could’ve been. He was sure they would’ve never come out without some alterations or the King wanting their ability in other pairs of soldiers instead. It was an awful place and he didn’t blame Viral or Shu for acting the way they did, even if they were polar opposites in attitude. He was alright with going for the drafting over going in there even if drafting involved a lot of killing, but that was just what he had to do then. Flipping the steaks using tongs he glanced to Haku when he started to complain about the Elites he sighed, shaking his head. “You realise you were ranked above me and my brother, right? You were a soldier in training, we were slaves”, he spoke before he sighed, pressing the tongs against the steaks. They were nearly ready, at least for his brother and himself. Moving briefly to the eggs he cracked open two while making sure both yolks didn’t break. They looked rather delicious despite being purple in colour, but that was just because of the bird they came from. “They’ll be ready depending on how you like them. If you like them rare then just cook the outside, but go for longer each time depending on what you might enjoy. You can always split it open and look to test it too. If you like it well done for some reason, you can stick it in the grill for a while. How do you like your steak?”
Choi had a bunch of ideas but was willing to test them with Yumi to see if she approved, knowing she was the one who knew best. He didn’t know what her friend needed, he was just the chef who would cook what she wanted him to cook. Smiling happily when she did he bounced on his toes slightly he felt concerned, scratching his cheek. “Hide the steak? Hide it…I could make a pate? Cook a steak so there’s not much blood in it then whizz it up real good! Put some crackers and vegetables there on the side…howabout that?” He thought that’d be a good meal to start off with and it definitely didn’t look like steak but came packed with all the essential nutrients. Wondering if Yumi would want some food too he smiled a little upon seeing her reaction, knowing she was hungry. When she stepped forward his cheeks went red, Yumi hugged him, his eyes going to her before he returned the hug, feeling all giddy and energised again. “No problem! I don’t mind, I mean…he’s sick, like an old soldier who has lost his legs”, he spoke, thinking about what he said before looking back to her, “I’ll make double the amount, howabout that? If he sees you eating it’ll probably encourage him too. Eating alone always feels awkward, don’t you think?”
Frowning when Aito wiped up after him he looked to him, staring at him as he only gave him pretty bad news regarding how he might feel about everything else. He didn’t know if he was going to give up halfway through the treatment because it was too hard, but he also didn’t know if his body was going to simply give in as well. He was not going to be able to do this without the support and he knew that, but he still felt like a complete crutch to the others with them all having to run around in circles for him. Eating was going to be one of those difficulties that everybody was going to have to run in circles for, much to his dismay. “I just-…I struggle with everything. I can’t get the thought of becoming a monster out of my head…” he spoke, finding it easier to speak as the IV started to come into effect, “I didn’t have a problem with my form before…but…when the Saiyans took me, they did something to it. They controlled it like they could control me when I had the collar…but…after that…I couldn’t control its bloodlust. My mind is completely screwed up…”
Shu hoped he wasn’t making Takeshi angry with this, seeing how he was supposed to be showing his friend he was good at helping him. He didn’t know if he was going to manage to not screw up but he was going to try not to, at least. Looking down at himself he patted his chest as if trying to look for the Ki himself. Figuring that was pointless he looked back to Takeshi, giving a nod when he was told to go to the floor. “Okay! I try hard! I try hard…” He didn’t really have the confidence to back up his words but he was still going to give it a shot and hope for the best, seeing how he was the one being taught and giving these two competition between each other. Landing on the floor he moved around carefully, staring down at his feet as he adjusted his stance. “I want up just a little bit! Tiny bit…little bit…” Bouncing on his toes he took a moment to try and adjust but he didn’t even know if he was doing it correctly. He was sure he was going to end up falling over again and embarrassing himself. Trying to move the energy around he pushed it down, managing to lift his feet off the ground and rise up a few metres, shaking around as he tried to balance. “Ah! What I do now??”
Kai never really liked to talk about the labs, thinking of them as something that he was trying to avoid in his life rather than reminisce over what could’ve been. He was sure they would’ve never come out without some alterations or the King wanting their ability in other pairs of soldiers instead. It was an awful place and he didn’t blame Viral or Shu for acting the way they did, even if they were polar opposites in attitude. He was alright with going for the drafting over going in there even if drafting involved a lot of killing, but that was just what he had to do then. Flipping the steaks using tongs he glanced to Haku when he started to complain about the Elites he sighed, shaking his head. “You realise you were ranked above me and my brother, right? You were a soldier in training, we were slaves”, he spoke before he sighed, pressing the tongs against the steaks. They were nearly ready, at least for his brother and himself. Moving briefly to the eggs he cracked open two while making sure both yolks didn’t break. They looked rather delicious despite being purple in colour, but that was just because of the bird they came from. “They’ll be ready depending on how you like them. If you like them rare then just cook the outside, but go for longer each time depending on what you might enjoy. You can always split it open and look to test it too. If you like it well done for some reason, you can stick it in the grill for a while. How do you like your steak?”
Choi had a bunch of ideas but was willing to test them with Yumi to see if she approved, knowing she was the one who knew best. He didn’t know what her friend needed, he was just the chef who would cook what she wanted him to cook. Smiling happily when she did he bounced on his toes slightly he felt concerned, scratching his cheek. “Hide the steak? Hide it…I could make a pate? Cook a steak so there’s not much blood in it then whizz it up real good! Put some crackers and vegetables there on the side…howabout that?” He thought that’d be a good meal to start off with and it definitely didn’t look like steak but came packed with all the essential nutrients. Wondering if Yumi would want some food too he smiled a little upon seeing her reaction, knowing she was hungry. When she stepped forward his cheeks went red, Yumi hugged him, his eyes going to her before he returned the hug, feeling all giddy and energised again. “No problem! I don’t mind, I mean…he’s sick, like an old soldier who has lost his legs”, he spoke, thinking about what he said before looking back to her, “I’ll make double the amount, howabout that? If he sees you eating it’ll probably encourage him too. Eating alone always feels awkward, don’t you think?”
Probably, I think it's waiting on people saying what they want or if they're just waiting for movement.
It's also finals week so I dunno if that's a factor with some people.
It's also finals week so I dunno if that's a factor with some people.
© 2007-2026