It takes a moment of thought, but you're willing to give him what he wants, this time. You let an answering grin spread across your own face, and his own grows.
"Sure thing," you say, pushing away from your rock. "If you think you can keep up."
"I haven't just been sitting around," he says, rolling his neck. "Don't be too confident."
You snort. "Well, no need to worry there."
You tone draws his notice. He cocks his head.
"The way I'm here doesn't bring my full power through," you say. "Only about a twentieth of it."
He grunts in annoyance. "Shame. Well, what do you have?"
What we have is 1/20th of Golden ape's power level, which translates to 75 millón. Which would be around 37 millón speed and 100 millón strenght? I ask because Jaffur didn't have much troubl with it even though
he didn't turn super saiyan during the fight.
You reach for protocol thirty-eight, and open your eyes. You put your hands on your thighs and offer a shallow bow. "Scion Jaffur, you have suffered for a long time. This is the fault of your mother and my father both." Active and primary fault, leaving secondary active fault and corrections for responder.
Out of the corner of your eyes, you can see him twitch in surprise. "...secondary blame falls upon your mother," he says, the words coming slowly as he slides into the formula after years of disuse.
"I am not at fault," you say, filling in the next section. "But I was there, and failed to stop it." Responsibility by inaction or failed action, primary; secondary and corrections for responder.
"It was my failure as well," he says, warming to the pattern. "We were the super saiyans. We both failed. My family's failure was secondary."
"I am sorry for the suffering you have endured," you say. "I wish I could have stopped it." Sympathies, and now promises. "I swear that I will see you freed."
He stares at you for a moment. Then he says something -- so quietly, you can't hear it.
"...thank you."
You tense slightly. Crap, did you screw something up? "What?" you ask.
"Nothing," he says, shaking his head. "I accept your apology, and your promises."
SL unlocked. Keep that up and we can start healing the sundering once he is out.
Jaffur is giving you a look you don't know how to decipher. "...I'm guessing your father taught you that?" he says.
"He did," you reply. "I, um...I got it right, didn't I?"
Jaffur: A normal Lord and Scion relationship... eerie that.
He crosses his arms. "What, gonna sit on me?"
The transformation finishes. You grin. "Don't tempt me. HA!"
... you know, this interaction would have a completely different context if they were a few years older.
The air pulses yellow as you transform. Jaffur skips back with a shocked yell. He stares up at you.
You cackle in glee and open your mouth.
SKREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEBANG
A beam blasts forth from your mouth and impacts on the floor. Jaffur rockets out of the dust cloud and comes to a halt at your head level, unscathed.
He's absent his usual smirk. Instead, his gaze fixes on you with honest, disarmed admiration and awe. "Incredible," he says.
So good...
worship us more! As you should!
Seriously, it is good to get respect regarding combat from the combat maniac, specially given how our first spar ended.
Jaffur snaps out of his stupor, throws back his head, and laughs. "You've changed!" he says. "Let's see if it's enough! Charon's Breath!" He brings his hand back to his shoulder before bringing it around. The beam is right on target. You knock it aside with only a minor singe, and fire another mouth beam. He dodges, but you're already mid-leap, swiping at him from above. As he dodges, you fire again and send him tumbling through the air.
"Enough that I didn't let you hit me with that again," you say, watching him right himself.
He shakes his hair out of his eyes. "Good." And then he blurs into motion, catapulting blast after blast at you so quickly you can hardly track them.
Good to see him having fun like a child too. If we are the only ones who can challenge him so and he loves fighting so much then periodic spars once he is out would help cross-clan relations.
"Please," he says, letting his aura flicker out as the two of you settle into a momentary ceasefire. "How did Maya get involved? I don't think anything has shocked Jaron as much as that did."
"She's a ki mutant," you reply. "She figured out that I had, "powers," after I was a little careless when we all started sparring."
"Hm, before Jaron joined you," says Jaffur. "Otherwise I'm sure he would've noticed too. So, is she in on the Masquerade?"
"Only for ki," you say. "We're planning on telling her the rest before the aliens come, though."
Note the wording: It wasn't the fact there were super powers but that Maya was the one who had them that surprised him the most...
Jaffur, have you been talked about us behind our backs?
He phases in right in front of your face and kicks you in the nose. You snarl and fire blind, grinning when you hear an, "Oof," from him.
So, satisfying.
When the stars clear form your vision, you see him recovering almost a mile away. "Got some distance there," he says with a breathless laugh. "What's the plan?"
"Dandelor," you say, folding your hands together. "KIKOHO!"
His eyes widen, and he tried to dodge, but the edge of the blast clips him and he spirals into the ground with a yell. A cloud of debris scatters everywhere.
I WAS WRONG! THIS IS SATISFYING! GOSH DARN, I'VE BEEN WAITING THE WHOLE QUEST FOR AN OOZARU FUELED KIKOHO!
He stares for a moment. Then you see his eyes close as he sighs. "...darn it, I was hoping...well, whatever." He opens his eyes again and gives you a rueful smirk. "I'm guessing that's you as well?"
"No, actually," you say. "I'm a seer."
His jaw drops.
Silence falls, broken only by the hissing of your auras.
"...what the heck are we-?"
"I don't know."
You stare at each other for a moment.
Nice to see them about appreciating the bulshit of the situation in-quest. It really is starting to seem to them like they are meant for greater things.
Well, Kakara already talked with a god but she is pretty cavalier about it.
After a moment, Jaffur defaults to his usual. "Focus Ray."
Always the master diplomat. When in doubt, blast it.
You hit the deck. "CHEEKY LITTLE-!" You roll to your feet. "KAMEHAMEHA!"
He laughs merrily as he tumbles out of the way of the beam and hits you with a small blast in return. "So, what's Uncle Dandelor's plan?"
"GET BACK HERE!" you roar, charging at him.
"Oh, come on," he says, drifting lazily backwards. "You know you can't catch up like that. I'm already faster."
You snarl. "DODONPA!"
Again, it is enjoyable to see them have fun and be kids.
You come to a halt, glaring. "...it doesn't, usually. Golden oozaru is different. It only doubles my base strength, not super saiyan."
He frowns. "...look, I don't like math. I'm not a Transmission user. I don't know how that works out."
Your eye twitches. "It means I'm getting less than twice my original power level as a super saiyan, but half of what my speed should be as a golden oozaru."
He looks annoyed for a moment before casting his eyes up and muttering figures under his breath for a moment. "...okay. I think I've got it."
You sigh. "Good enough."
Right. Jaffur was the literatura major of the team, not the mathematician.
It was 1.5 billón PL, 2.25 billón strength and 750 millón speed. PL level is calculated by twice the base plus SS boost. Speed and strength are dependant on the body shape after calculating the total PL.
The USS... I don't particularly remember the calculations.
You sigh. "Sure." You turn and blast your power ball out of the sky before suppressing the transformation. "Anyway, I'm going to need you to turn around for a second." You shift uncomfortably as you resume human form.
He gives you a quizzical look. "...why?"
You grimace. "There's always a little bit of hair that sticks around loose."
He cocks his head. "...and?"
You sigh and grab the hem of your shirt, lifting it by an inch. "Turn around."
tsew
He phases, he turns so quickly. He stares determinedly off into the middle distance, back stiff.
You lift up the hem and jump a few times, strands of thick brown hair falling out in a little shower. You brush yourself off and let the shirt fall again. "I don't know why it doesn't all go back in. You can turn around now."
He turns, flushing brightly. "...it doesn't stick around down-"
"It does, but I have underwear, so it's not worth taking them off," you say, blushing yourself. "Just...stop talking."
"Right," he says, shaking his head.
... screw it.
THE CLANS MUST BE UNITED!
Though that would screw with the number of super saiyans which in turn would increase the chance of a successful rebellion...
I MUST PONDER ON THIS!
"...what even are these things?" you ask, patting the rock.
He twitches as you do. "...my memories."
You jerk up into the air. "What?!"
"I touch them and I see the memory," he says, shrugging. "I don't know why it works that way. You can sit down. I feel it if you touch it, but I can ignore it if I know it's coming."
"...so can we destroy these if we're not careful?" you asks, setting down.
"Sure we can," he says. "New ones pop up after a while to replace them."
You nod, and silence falls for a moment. "...wait, you tested this?"
He gives you a sardonic look. "Wondering why?"
You wince. "No."
So, if the memories are recovered after a while, does that mean he can't Access them while they are destroyed? Would that let him fool a mind delve? Also, if these are Jaffur's memories, where are Jaron's?
"What's the plan with Uncle Dandelor?" asks Jaffur.
"Now that I know I can find you, I'm going to be running messages from him," you say. "He's going to teach you enough that you can burn down the Seal from the inside."
He looks up at you. "What about Jaron? I'm not hurting him."
"You don't have to," you say, lifting yourself up onto your elbows. "That's Dandelor's job. He'll keep Jaron safe while you burn everything else."
Would we get a basic grounding on magic from running these messages?
You shrug. "I can use Instant Transmission. I'll have to save it for when we need it, but I can get him out to the Senzus and under their wards. Then we get you out, and my Grandma, your Grandpa, you, and me, rally together all the supporters we've spent the past few years gathering and tell my Dad and your Mom that the Sealing is done, and it's not coming back."
He nods, but he looks conflicted. Whatever it is, though, he doesn't give it voice, looking off to the side. "...do you know what time it is?"
What has him nervous? The lack of GLORIOUS BATTLE, the lack of mention of his father or is he unsure it will be that easy?
"Eight, maybe? How do you know it hasn't been an hour?"
"Jaron never takes more than an hour to make his way here after he falls asleep," says Jaffur.
You blink. What? I knew Jaron came here in his sleep sometimes, but it sounds like he shows up every night!
I like the parallels that keep coming up between us. Also, that whenever he tells us something new we can one up him:
Jaron: That is my secret. When I sleep, I dream of my unborn brother who teaches me how to fight.
Karkara: That's cool. When I sleep, I dream of my distant ancestor who ascended to godhood because of his martial skill.
Jaron: Well, uh, does he teach you how to fight?
Kakara: No, he just reminds me that he and my family love me and that I am fine the way I am.
Jaffur: ... god damn it, Scion.
Though we might want to think an excuse in case Jaron finds us here.
Jaron: Karen! What are you doing here?
Karen: Sparring with your brother.
*Hand on hip* Why else would you dream about me?
Jaron:
Karen: *sing-song-voice* Oh, Jaron ~ Should I be telling Sophie about this? ~
Jaron: Not even in dreams can I escape the teasing!
Jaffur:
Though I guess that raises the most important question we can ask, if Jaffur is actually a shipper when it comes to Sophie and his brother. The answer might define whether we can be Friends with our fellow Scion or not