"Ah, yes. Personally, I'm an...'acquaintance' of the boy's father. I have some unfinished business with him, you see. You know what they say about 'the sins of the father' and all that...but as for my men here...hm, how did the doctor put it, again?"
-A bearded man coalesces out of the gas leaking out of the machine-
"Allow me. I am Dr. Lychee, last of the Tuffles. These men are ghosts...Ghost Warriors. Deceased creatures, with hearts of malice. Resurrected by my greatest creation, Hatchiyack, for one purpose - the extermination of all Saiyans and their allies, wherever they may lurk."
"Succinctly put!"
edited 26th Sep '16 4:23:56 PM by Randomman5
-Gracia wipes her mouth, then looks up, the situation slowly dawning on her-
L-let him go. Or I'll kill you.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?......
-He looks down at the Bounty Hunter-
.........
-He narrows his eyes-
....You again.
-Booberry stares at the Towel Ball he has created-
........
........?
........?
-Roger's eyes flash red for a moment, as he looks upward from the basement-
...Eh?....
edited 26th Sep '16 4:24:48 PM by MacDuffy
"-gives a small smile, exuding [Menace]- Honestly, it's quite pleasing that I, Dio, have been... given another chance. Rather grateful, yes. And..."
aw shit Aki he's right in front of you now
how the fuck did he get there so quickly
"Don't bother."
"-will soon be a beautiful undead butterfly, squirm squirm-"
"Why, Assassin, if I didn't know any better I would think you were only using the doctor's noble crusade as an excuse for bloodshed! But of course, what kind of sick, depraved man would do such a thing?"
-Chuckles-
-That's not a polite chuckle-
"The destruction of my people! The theft of our homeworld! This boy is the last in a line of destroyers and thieves. That line shall be purged."
edited 26th Sep '16 4:27:12 PM by Randomman5
(Yvette.) <...Maybe they'll be back. I think they were frightened or something.>
(Miyu.) <...Mm, that would make sense. I suppose we should keep an eye out, then, see if they come about again.>
(also OOPS, I forgot to tag the last response on last post as Roger's, Duff)
…?
(Looks to Roger.)
(Small nod.) I understand. Do you know which specific field this would lead you to?
(also, because I am foolhardy)
(The Other Caster is in the kitchen, tucked into a corner and curled into the international "I don't feel so great" position
◊.)
...Mrrrrhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...
edited 26th Sep '16 4:27:28 PM by MobileLeprechaun
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019-She gets back onto her feet, her eyes flashing purple and electricity crackling in her hand-
I said... let him go... please.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

(Darkness surrounds Frezia's machine...forming into one ugly man.)