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I can only assume that this means Kakara is developing Ultra Instinct as a facet of her Sight.

Seers have white eyes, Ultra Instinct has white eyes. A coincidence? I think not.
 
I can only assume that this means Kakara is developing Ultra Instinct as a facet of her Sight.

Seers have white eyes, Ultra Instinct has white eyes. A coincidence? I think not.
while i liked ultra instinct as a concept, in the anime it wasn't used very well.
I mean, Ultra instinct should (and does) make your movement more efficient (perfect efficiency actually), but it SHOULDN'T make you ACTUALLY stronger. Instead the same strike from "UI" Goku and "SSJ blue" goku on Jiren had very different effects.

How does "no movement wasted" translate in "a stronger kamehameha"? I might understand a better aimed one, but why stronger?
 
while i liked ultra instinct as a concept, in the anime it wasn't used very well.
I mean, Ultra instinct should (and does) make your movement more efficient (perfect efficiency actually), but it SHOULDN'T make you ACTUALLY stronger. Instead the same strike from "UI" Goku and "SSJ blue" goku on Jiren had very different effects.

How does "no movement wasted" translate in "a stronger kamehameha"? I might understand a better aimed one, but why stronger?
Personally, I justified the whole makes you stronger bit as "optimized ki application".
 
Personally, I justified the whole makes you stronger bit as "optimized ki application".

We already have that, in our Ki Control. Maybe it gave Goku, who possibly had slightly worse Ki Control something like the Byakugan or Sharingan's ability to manipulate his Ki more precisely? Obviously it didn't give him the other effects (like seeing the future or 360 degree vision) but it could have given him a better beam by letting him pack the ki more densely or efficiently.
 
Personally, I justified the whole makes you stronger bit as "optimized ki application".
It's a decent explanation, but when you consider that ssj blue was supposed to be "perfect (god) ki control"..
We already have that, in our Ki Control. Maybe it gave Goku, who possibly had slightly worse Ki Control something like the Byakugan or Sharingan's ability to manipulate his Ki more precisely? Obviously it didn't give him the other effects (like seeing the future or 360 degree vision) but it could have given him a better beam by letting him pack the ki more densely or efficiently.

well, with ki sense the byakugan 360° vision is kinda of redundant, and he can react so fast and efficiently that i'd say it's BETTER than the sharingan predictive abilities.
 
Another's Eyes
The following contains a fairly detailed look into a profoundly unhealthy mind. Discretion is advised.
I took some time to test out some ways of handling voting after scrubbing the last vote. You get the following by way of compensation and we're re-doing the vote.

Another's Eyes
To be Jaffur Vegeta is to understand that the world exists through a red haze.

Jaffur understands that the reality of things is anger -- is rage, boiling over and barely suppressed. Fury is a fact of life. Other feelings come and go; the anger remains.

For going on seven years, he has lived and breathed hate with every moment of life. With that much time to marinate in an emotion, one starts picking up on a lot of nuances. Not every anger is the same. Jaffur has become something of a connoisseur. He has felt the searing heat of berserk fury, and to be honest, it's never far away. He has felt the leaden, heated ball in his stomach that comes with helpless rage. A million times, he has felt the thready ping of frustration that he's stuck in a prison, and can only see the things that make him feel some brighter emotion, second-hand, through Jaron's neutered senses. Of late, he's taken care to cultivate the chill of refined, focused malice, the better to remain in control once he escapes.

But rage, felt continually, can meld into happier things. Happy fury is a roaring, savage thing. The two emotions fuel each other and tear Jaffur's carefully cultivated self-control to flinders. He howls between laughter and screams of anger at the slightest provocation. It feels like riding a riptide. He can swim to either side, but he's going away from the stability of solid ground no matter his thoughts on the matter.

Then there's sad anger. There's anger to be found even in the blackest depths of depression. It's a dull fire trying to drag him out of the pit, but somehow always weighing him down more. It tears him in half, and even so he's almost grateful to it for letting him feel anything at all.

The worst of all of these is fearful anger, because Jaffur hates feeling afraid. He has been afraid all of his life, and familiarity has bred nothing but contempt. By now he is a master of dealing with it. Fear burns nicely, after all. When Jaffur begins to feel afraid, the result is a mounting blaze of insane fury that consumes everything in his surroundings. The more he burns, the more there is. There is no bottom on that rampage; only a physical limitation. Jaffur descends into a fit of shrieking madness, until he eventually blows up energetically enough to destroy the interior of his prison and force a reset.

(Nothing scares Jaffur more than himself, much as he hides it.)

At this point, he's almost stopped noticing his anger, in much the way that he long since stopped taking active note of the air he breathes. It's just there.

Most of the time.

* * *
Jaffur hated Kakara Goku at first sight. A precocious eight-year-old he may have been -- but eight, nevertheless. He'd lived his life understanding that she was to be his opponent. His opposite. And she didn't disappoint on that axis. She was a weak person in every way. Utterly opposed to the way he'd lived his life. And yet...

...happy. He could hardly believe it. The Scion so weak that even Clan Goku despised her, and she was happier than him! It was an insult. For all his strength, his skill, for all the endless praise from every instructor he'd ever had, for all he'd struggled to achieve, even this puling weakling was happier than him!

Worse still was the fact that she refused to make sense. Even with all the provocations he sent her way, she came to check on him when nobody else dared. She refused to fight him all-out even when he demanded it, insulting and belittling her with everything he had. And even so, she pushed him far enough that he could get over the edge.

(She made sense, briefly, cast in the light of a newly-ascended Super Saiyan. But he forgot, the following day.)

(He remembered it forever.)

A couple of days later, her father's blood on Jaffur's hands, he watched as she joined him on the heights. For a moment, watching her scream in fury, he felt a kinship with her. She looked like he felt, and for a moment, he thought somebody else might understand what it was to see the world through red.

She looked like a bonfire.

* * *
Jaffur felt a surge of that happy rage when he again saw Kakara Goku, standing in his mind. His equal was back -- and now, on his side. It felt like a circle closing.

Yet the more he spoke with her, the less she felt familiar to him. She was still alien. What she did the day of the Sealing was a fluke. She was the same as ever. Still weak. Neglectful of her responsibilities to her people. Disaster hearkened, and she wasted time.

Which infuriated him all the more, because how was that the weakling who stood and fought on the day of the Sealing?

It was as he struggled with the question of how to understand her that he noticed the way Kakara looked at him. Even as he and Jaron chastised her for her neglect, Jaffur finally put together what her looks meant.

She saw him. With a glance, she had laid bare everything about him. In that moment, Jaffur understood that before Kakara, he was an open book. He understood that this, then, was the strength he'd been looking for in her. An arena he'd always neglected as a coward's game was her strength, and the worst part was that he couldn't even begin to guess how many times he'd already lost there without realizing.

As she stormed out of his mind that first time, he understood what she was; a knife, bared and pointed at his chest.

* * *
Knife or not, when it's all you have other than an increasingly-depressed brother, you'll grab it all the same. Jaffur watched Kakara carefully, but he never told her to go away. She was his ticket out. His only company, other than Jaron. And Jaron could, quite frankly, get annoying. Better the Scion whose dangers Jaffur only now understood than brooding at the sky.

(He never wondered if perhaps he was starting to like the danger of being cut, if only for its variety.)

The Genki Dama, as Jaffur imagines many people would say, changed everything.

Jaffur had recontextualized Kakara as a threat. She was dangerous. And then...the light. Even through Jaron's eyes, he could see the light. Not well -- he was interpreting through a ki-blind human -- but well enough to see it. And then Kakara's voice, so silent Jaron couldn't hear it -- so loud that Jaffur could. In that moment, the preconceptions fell away, and he saw her. It was not the same as the way she saw him, but it was a glimpse. In that moment he knew he was safe, because even though he had a view through her armor, he couldn't have stabbed through that crack if he tried. For an instant, Jaffur felt no anger at all; merely a simply awe at recognizing something truly exceptional.

Indirect and shrouded as it was, in that moment it was like looking into the face of the Sun.

* * *
The ground shakes under the blows of the Matriarch and the Patriarch's fight, and the Exiles scream in terror as they try to flee. Jaffur stands, marinating in his rage.

To be Jaffur Vegeta in this moment is to be freer of the anger than he can remember in years. At the moment it's a distant thing. It's controlled. Still there, but managed. It needs to be, because the situation has turned truly desperate. More desperate for him than for anybody else. He has so much to lose today.

He feels the fear. This time, he welcomes it. The chill of it prickles across his skin, and he sucks in a breath, his eyes wide. His heart pounds.

Jaffur has not told Kakara what she means to him. He doesn't have words for it. Not love, he's fairly certain. What he feels bears little resemblance to what he knows of that emotion. It's a rough and contradictory mess, to be frank.

He wants to test her. He wants to power up and attack her, force her to pull out every scrap of might and cunning and skill she has to fend him off. He wants to show her what a real warrior looks like, just so that she knows how high she has yet to climb. He wants to shatter himself on her and demand her best in return. He wants to test her to destruction.

He wants her to overcome him. He wants her to rise from her own ashes with her fingers around his throat and the light of the world in her eyes. He wants to see that sun head-on. He wants to drive her so far into desperation that she comes out the other end stronger than ever. He wants to be the one to drive her to that breaking point.

He wants to see what she'll do. She has shown him something he still only half-comprehends, and he wants to watch her drive it down the world's throat. He knows that if she wished it, she could destroy him with nothing more than words. She could unmake him, and whatever emerged from her hands would be happy for her attention. A morbid part of him wants to see her do it to the entire universe, if only so he can see whatever insane glory comes of it.

He wants her to destroy him. He wants her to change him the way he knows she eventually will. He understands that much about her. There's a part of her always thinking, always calculating. He has seen the whirl of thoughts and plans behind her eyes, between seconds. On some level, to her, everything is a tool to be used in pursuit of her goals. What little he understands of those goals takes his breath away. He'd willingly offer himself on the altar of her ambitions, if it let him fit into that vision.

But most of all, he wants to pry into her head as she has pried into his. He despises imbalance, and so he wants to crack her open as easily as she has him. He wants to finally understand her, and know what on earth goes on inside her head, that produces such results. He wants to drive past the glimpses that have so stolen his breath and finally see the sun in all its glory. He wants to feel the anger drop away again.

In a word, he is obsessed. On some level, he recognizes it. He's past caring.

Jaffur continues sucking in the fear.

Always before, he's burned his fear. He's been so afraid, of being afraid. Today, though, he needs it. He needs the chill. He needs the sharp edge to his senses. He needs it, and more than that, he needs the fuel. Because fear does burn well. If he needs to drive himself as far as he can go, fear will make fine fuel for that.

Jaffur welcomes the fear, taking a half-step forward and to the right, placing himself just barely between Kakara and their fathers. He looks at her again, and sees the whirl of calculations, winding down to a conclusion.

Jaffur sucks in one last breath and starts weaving a spell. He will be ready for whatever she decides.



Jaffur is preparing something. Your fathers continue to maintain guard positions. Apra and Yammar are dueling overhead. The Senzus are seconds away. Dandeer is preparing a spell. What do you do?

[ ][ACTION] Figure out a gambit to neutralize the Lords without fighting them. They might be mind-controlled, but maybe they're on some really restrictive programming that you can exploit? Without knowing what that programming is?
-[ ] Write in the gambit. Up to one, please; you have limited time and concentration.
[ ][ACTION] You'll take Vegeta. Your flight abilities will let you evade his ki blasts and stay in the fight. Jaffur can take your father; both are incredible fighters, but your father specialized in splitting up multiple opponents, while Jaffur has trained his entire life to kill a super saiyan in single combat. Once your father is unconscious, Jaffur can help you take down Vegeta.
[ ][ACTION] You'll take Berra. Your father must be in there, somewhere. If you can reach him, you can turn him against Dandeer again, and get the odds back in your favor. Jaffur can take his father; it is literally the opponent he's built himself up all his life to kill.
[ ][ACTION] Kais on high you wish you'd fired up Spirit Saiyan in advance now. You need it, right now. Jaffur doesn't have to beat both Vegeta and Berra -- frankly, you doubt he can under these conditions. But he should hopefully be able to give you five minutes to charge.
[ ][ACTION] Stall for time. Dandeer's doing something, but you have backup incoming as well. She probably won't be expecting the Senzus just now.
[ ][ACTION] Write-in.

Time and concentration are limited, but there are a few other things of which you could take care right now, if you feel they warrant the risk of splitting your attention. No big plan votes; you have a very limited amount of attention and time going spare right now.

[ ][OTHER] Somehow, nothing really seems pressing enough to justify splitting your attention right now, thanks!
[ ][OTHER] This is a bad situation, but you need to handle something.
-[ ][OTHER] What happened with the Seers? Start contacting people and try to figure out what's going on.
-[ ][OTHER] You need to rally some of your people. You're in a numerically even fight, and need every advantage you can get. Get in contact with the Heads in on the conspiracy and direct them to provide massed fire support and counterspell work to the fight. Every little bit counts right now.
-[ ][OTHER] Find somebody who can get out a message and get Dandelor in here now! There's other sorcerer in the world who you'd bet even stands a chance against the woman who soloed fifty sorcerers at full power. He's already incoming, but if you can get somebody to tell him things have gone sideways, he might be able to speed up by abandoning any efforts at subtlety.
-[ ][OTHER] Write-in.

MANUAL MORATORIUM; APPROVAL VOTING.

See, write-ins are still here. Calm down. In fact, I'll be giving them additional support. I'm going to post the leading write-ins when I open the vote, to make it easier for people to keep up with what's going on.

The big issue with the essay votes on the last update is that Kakara would start auto-failing options for want of concentration. She has limited attention span. Thus, restrictions. She realistically can only handle one of any given thing, thus why the option not to take and [OTHER] option mentions splitting attention. That's because we're going to have frequent updates spanning very short time frames here. The action will be going very quickly, and I'll break for voting frequently. You are voting for what Kakara spends the next few seconds doing.

We're back in business, folks! Make sure to read the above options completely; I've edited a couple for clarity. Have fun chatting!

Also, I wouldn't advise multiforming. You're quite probably heading into combat momentarily.

Enjoy!
 
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The following contains a fairly detailed look into a profoundly unhealthy mind. Discretion is advised.

Another's Eyes
To be Jaffur Vegeta is to understand that the world exists through a red haze.

Jaffur understands that the reality of things is anger -- is rage, boiling over and barely suppressed. Fury is a fact of life. Other feelings come and go; the anger remains.

For going on seven years, he has lived and breathed hate with every moment of life. With that much time to marinate in an emotion, one starts picking up on a lot of nuances. Not every anger is the same. Jaffur has become something of a connoisseur. He has felt the searing heat of berserk fury, and to be honest, it's never far away. He has felt the leaden, heated ball in his stomach that comes with helpless rage. A million times, he has felt the thready ping of frustration that he's stuck in a prison, and can only see the things that make him feel some brighter emotion, second-hand, through Jaron's neutered senses. Of late, he's taken care to cultivate the chill of refined, focused malice, the better to remain in control once he escapes.

But rage, felt continually, can meld into happier things. Happy fury is a roaring, savage thing. The two emotions fuel each other and tear Jaffur's carefully calculated self-control to flinders. He howls between laughter and screams of anger at the slightest provocation. It feels like riding a riptide. He can swim to either side, but he's going away from the stability of solid ground no matter his thoughts on the matter.

Then there's sad anger. There's anger to be found even in the blackest depths of depression. It's a dull fire trying to drag him out of the pit, but somehow always weighing him down more. It tears him in half, and even so he's almost grateful to it for letting him feel anything at all.

The worst of all of these is fearful anger, because Jaffur hates feeling afraid. He has been afraid all of his life, and familiarity has bred nothing but contempt. By now he is a master of dealing with it. Fear burns nicely, after all. When Jaffur begins to feel afraid, the result is a mounting blaze of insane fury that consumes everything in his surroundings. The more he burns, the more there is. There is no bottom on that rampage; only a physical limitation. Jaffur descends into a fit of shrieking madness, until he eventually blows up energetically enough to destroy the interior of his prison and force a reset.

(Nothing scares Jaffur more than himself, much as he hides it.)

At this point, he's almost stopped noticing his anger, in much the way that he long since stopped taking active note of the air he breathes. It's just there.

Most of the time.

* * *
Jaffur hated Kakara Goku at first sight. A precocious eight-year-old he may have been -- but eight, nevertheless. He'd lived his life understanding that she was to be his opponent. His opposite. And she didn't disappoint on that axis. She was a weak person in every way. Utterly opposed to the way he'd lived his life. And yet...

...happy. He could hardly believe it. The Scion so weak that even Clan Goku despised her, and she was happier than him! It was an insult. For all his strength, his skill, for all the endless praise from every instructor he'd ever had, for all he'd struggled to achieve, even this puling weakling was happier than him!

Worse still was the fact that she refused to make sense. Even with all the provocations he sent her way, she came to check on him when nobody else dared. She refused to fight him all-out even when he demanded it, insulting and belittling her with everything he had. And even so, she pushed him far enough that he could get over the edge.

(She made sense, briefly, cast in the light of a newly-ascended Super Saiyan. But he forgot, the following day.)

(He remembered it forever.)

A couple of days later, her father's blood on Jaffur's hands, he watched as she joined him on the heights. For a moment, watching her scream in fury, he felt a kinship with her. She looked like he felt, and for a moment, he thought somebody else might understand what it was to see the world through red.

She looked like a bonfire.

* * *
Jaffur felt a surge of that happy rage when he again saw Kakara Goku, standing in his mind. His equal was back -- and now, on his side. It felt like a circle closing.

Yet the more he spoke with her, the less she felt familiar to him. She was still alien. What she did the day of the Sealing was a fluke. She was the same as ever. Still weak. Neglectful of her responsibilities to her people. Disaster hearkened, and she wasted time.

Which infuriated him all the more, because how was that the weakling who stood and fought on the day of the Sealing?

It was as he struggled with the question of how to understand her that he noticed the way Kakara looked at him. Even as he and Jaron chastised her for her neglect, Jaffur finally put together what her looks meant.

She saw him. With a glance, she had laid bare everything about him. In that moment, Jaffur understood that before Kakara, he was an open book. He understood that this, then, was the strength he'd been looking for in her. An arena he'd always neglected as a coward's game was her strength, and the worst part was that he couldn't even begin to guess how many times he'd already lost there without realizing.

As she stormed out of his mind that first time, he understood what she was; a knife, bared and pointed at his chest.

* * *
Knife or not, when it's all you have other than an increasingly-depressed brother, you'll grab it all the same. Jaffur watched Kakara carefully, but he never told her to go away. She was his ticket out. His only company, other than Jaron. And Jaron could, quite frankly, get annoying. Better the Scion whose dangers Jaffur only now understood than brooding at the sky.

(He never wondered if perhaps he was starting to like the danger of being cut, if only for its variety.)

The Genki Dama, as Jaffur imagines many people would say, changed everything.

Jaffur had recontextualized Kakara as a threat. She was dangerous. And then...the light. Even through Jaron's eyes, he could see the light. Not well -- he was interpreting through a ki-blind human -- but well enough to see it. And then Kakara's voice, so silent Jaron couldn't hear it -- so loud that Jaffur could. In that moment, the preconceptions fell away, and he saw her. It was not the same as the way she saw him, but it was a glimpse. In that moment he knew he was safe, because even though he had a view through her armor, he couldn't have stabbed through that crack if he tried. For an instant, Jaffur felt no anger at all; merely a simply awe at recognizing something truly exceptional.

Indirect and shrouded as it was, in that moment it was like looking into the face of the Sun.

* * *
The ground shakes under the blows of the Matriarch and the Patriarch's fight, and the Exiles scream in terror as they try to flee. Jaffur stands, marinating in his rage.

To be Jaffur Vegeta in this moment is to be freer of the anger than he can remember in years. At the moment it's a distant thing. It's controlled. Still there, but managed. It needs to be, because the situation has turned truly desperate. More desperate for him than for anybody else. He has so much to lose today.

He feels the fear. This time, he welcomes it. The chill of it prickles across his skin, and he sucks in a breath, his eyes wide. His heart pounds.

Jaffur has not told Kakara, what she means to him. He doesn't have words for it. Not love, he's fairly certain. What he feels bears little resemblance to what he knows of that emotion. It's a rough and contradictory mess, to be frank.

He wants to test her. He wants to power up and attack her, force her to pull out every scrap of might and cunning and skill she has to fend him off. He wants to show her what a real warrior looks like, just so that she knows how high she has yet to climb. He wants to shatter himself on her and demand her best in return. He wants to test her to destruction.

He wants her to overcome him. He wants her to rise from her own ashes with her fingers around his throat and the light of the world in her eyes. He wants to see that sun head-on. He wants to drive her so far into desperation that she comes out the other end stronger than ever. He wants to be the one to drive her to that breaking point.

He wants to see what she'll do. She has shown him something he still only half-comprehends, and he wants to watch her drive it down the world's throat. He knows that if she wished it, she could destroy him with nothing more than words. She could unmake him, and whatever emerged from her hands would be happy for her attention. A morbid part of him wants to see her do it to the entire universe, if only so he can see whatever insane glory comes of it.

He wants her to destroy him. He wants her to change him the way he knows she eventually will. He understands that much about her. There's a part of her always thinking, always calculating. He has seen the whirl of thoughts and plans behind her eyes, between seconds. On some level, to her, everything is a tool to be used in pursuit of her goals. What little he understands of those goals takes his breath away. He'd willingly offer himself on the altar of her ambitions, if it let him fit into that vision.

But most of all, he wants to pry into her head as she has pried into his. He despises imbalance, and so he wants to crack her open as easily as she has him. He wants to finally understand her, and know what on earth goes on inside her head, that produces such results. He wants to drive past the glimpses that have so stolen his breath and finally see the sun in all its glory. He wants to feel the anger drop away again.

In a word, he is obsessed. On some level, he recognizes it. He's past caring.

Jaffur continues sucking in the fear.

Always before, he's burned his fear. He's been so afraid, of being afraid. Today, though, he needs it. He needs the chill. He needs the sharp edge to his senses. He needs it, and more than that, he needs the fuel. Because fear does burn well. If he needs to drive himself as far as he can go, fear will make fine fuel for that.

Jaffur welcomes the fear, taking a half-step forward and to the right, placing himself just barely between Kakara and their fathers. He looks at her again, and sees the whirl of calculations, winding down to a conclusion.

Jaffur sucks in one last breath and starts weaving a spell. He will be ready for whatever she decides.



Jaffur is preparing something. Your fathers continue to maintain guard positions. Apra and Yammar are dueling overhead. The Senzus are seconds away. Dandeer is preparing a spell. What do you do?

[ ][ACTION] Figure out a gambit to neutralize the Lords without fighting them. They might be mind-controlled, but maybe they're on some really restrictive programming that you can exploit? Without knowing what that programming is?
-[ ] Write in the gambit. Up to one, please; you have limited time and concentration.
[ ][ACTION] You'll take Vegeta. Your flight abilities will let you evade his ki blasts and stay in the fight. Jaffur can take your father; both are incredible fighters, but your father specialized in splitting up multiple opponents, while Jaffur has trained his entire life to kill a super saiyan in single combat. Once your father is unconscious, Jaffur can help you take down Vegeta.
[ ][ACTION] You'll take Berra. Your father must be in there, somewhere. If you can reach him, you can turn him against Dandeer again, and get the odds back in your favor. Jaffur can take his father; it is literally the opponent he's built himself up all his life to kill.
[ ][ACTION] Kais on high you wish you'd fired up Spirit Saiyan in advance now. You need it, right now. Jaffur doesn't have to beat both Vegeta and Berra -- frankly, you doubt he can under these conditions. But he should hopefully be able to give you five minutes to charge.
[ ][ACTION] Stall for time. Dandeer's doing something, but you have backup incoming as well. She probably won't be expecting the Senzus just now.
[ ][ACTION] Write-in.

Time and concentration are limited, but there are a few other things of which you could take care right now, if you feel they warrant the risk of splitting your attention. No big plan votes; you have a very limited amount of attention and time going spare right now.

[ ][OTHER] Somehow, nothing really seems pressing enough to justify splitting your attention right now, thanks!
[ ][OTHER] This is a bad situation, but you need to handle something.
-[ ][OTHER] What happened with the Seers? Start contacting people and try to figure out what's going on.
-[ ][OTHER] You need to rally some of your people. You're in a numerically even fight, and need every advantage you can get. Get in contact with the Heads in on the conspiracy and direct them to provide massed fire support and counterspell work to the fight. Every little bit counts right now.
-[ ][OTHER] Find somebody who can get out a message and get Dandelor in here now! There's other sorcerer in the world who you'd bet even stands a chance against the woman who soloed fifty sorcerers at full power. He's already incoming, but if you can get somebody to tell him things have gone sideways, he might be able to speed up by abandoning any efforts at subtlety.
-[ ][OTHER] Write-in.

MANUAL MORATORIUM; APPROVAL VOTING.

See, write-ins are still here. Calm down. In fact, I'll be giving them additional support. I'm going to post the leading write-ins when I open the vote, to make it easier for people to keep up with what's going on.

The big issue with the essay votes on the last update is that Kakara would start auto-failing options for want of concentration. She has limited attention span. Thus, restrictions. She realistically can only handle one of any given thing, thus why the option not to take and [OTHER] option mentions splitting attention. That's because we're going to have frequent updates spanning very short time frames here. The action will be going very quickly, and I'll break for voting frequently. You are voting for what Kakara spends the next few seconds doing.

We're back in business, folks! Make sure to read the above options completely; I've edited a couple for clarity. Have fun chatting!

Also, I wouldn't advise multiforming. You're quite probably heading into combat momentarily.

Enjoy!
...

I'd say Jaffur needs a Hug, but frankly, I think he'd interpret it as a Grapple and try to chokeslam me.
 
Jaffur has not told Kakara, what she means to him. He doesn't have words for it. Not love, he's fairly certain. What he feels bears little resemblance to what he knows of that emotion. It's a rough and contradictory mess, to be frank.

...Sounds like (crazy saiyan) love to me.

But most of all, he wants to pry into her head as she has pried into his. He despises imbalance, and so he wants to crack her open as easily as she has him. He wants to finally understand her, and know what on earth goes on inside her head, that produces such results. He wants to drive past the glimpses that have so stolen his breath and finally see the sun in all its glory. He wants to feel the anger drop away again.

Well, the answer to that used to be a bunch of different voices screaming at each other with actions decided by simple majority agreement. Then all those little voices got locked away in a box that she doesn't hear anymore.

In a word, he is obsessed. On some level, he recognizes it. He's past caring.

So would it be reasonable to say Jaffur is somewhere between Yandere and just crazy for Kakara?



Gotta say @PoptartProdigy I really like what you have with Jaffur. Is the constant rage/anger/hate what I was missing way back when I made the Jaffur omakes?
 
I propose we use super saiyan duel contingency one: Summon artillery.

Disengage, multiform 1 clone, have clone go Oozaru. It should be faster than spirit saiyan and as long as the clone doesn't go super saiyan we shouldn't lose power because of the extra body. That way we have 2 FPSS vs 2 FPSS + Oozaru, which makes it more likely one can get to Dandeer.
 
He wants her to destroy him. He wants her to change him the way he knows she eventually will. He understands that much about her. There's a part of her always thinking, always calculating. He has seen the whirl of thoughts and plans behind her eyes, between seconds. On some level, to her, everything is a tool to be used in pursuit of her goals. What little he understands of those goals takes his breath away. He'd willingly offer himself on the altar of her ambitions, if it let him fit into that vision.

Oh, honey. You are an absolute fucking mess.
 
Wait...sorry has anything happened or did @PoptartProdigy go on short hiatus to clear his head, so we're picking up exactly where we with a looking into Jaffur's rather...shattered mind, or did a plan from last turn win and we're doing that thing?

I can't tell and this saddens me :cry:
 
Wait...sorry has anything happened or did @PoptartProdigy go on short hiatus to clear his head, so we're picking up exactly where we with a looking into Jaffur's rather...shattered mind, or did a plan from last turn win and we're doing that thing?

I can't tell and this saddens me :cry:
I took a little break to re-examine how I handle voting, and now we're back with a glance into Jaffur's mind so you have something other than a wall of options.
 
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