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Dragon Ball: After the End

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KnightDisciple said:
I tried to modify that vote to specifically place the guns in clear view of the security personnel. I guess I should have gone ahead and tagged everyone who voted for Plan Broom Closet, too. I'm sorry. :(
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You aren't responsible for other people's votes, even if you did write the option.

We all read what it said.
They all chose to ignore the basic options and pick a writein without considering what the implications of their choices were.
Everyone answers for his or her vote.

*shrug*
 
This is where we find out that the whole thing was nothing but a sorcerous hallucination and Kakara just went insane with unprovoked acts of war against a dozen countries at once in the middle of a live broadcast of the most important UN meeting ever...
 
Lailoken said:
This is where we find out that the whole thing was nothing but a sorcerous hallucination and Kakara just went insane with unprovoked acts of war against a dozen countries at once in the middle of a live broadcast of the most important UN meeting ever...
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I wish that you had either said that earlier or never mentioned it.
 
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Domino Plot
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    • [X][ACT] Remove the threats
    -[X] Act at the maximum current human-acceptable power level, for speed
    -[X] Grab the briefcase of the woman in the crowd, it probably contains a bomb. Rush it outside and throw it into orbit. If it explodes while we're carrying it, contain it with telekinesis.
    -[X] After neutralizing the bomb, disarm the first gunman aiming at Dad, the two gunmen watching the crowd, and the knife-wielding man about to backstab one of the security personnel.
    -[X] Drop off the woman and the four men somewhere conspicuous in front of security personnel. Drop off their weapons in a broom closet somewhere.
    -[X] Then go back and pretend that nothing happened, while keeping an eye out.
    [X][ASK] Do Garenhulders lose there fear of innovation when in a Saiyan (or half-saiyan) mask?
    [x][ASK] Are Masques based on Garenhulder humans or Earth Humans?
    [X][ASK] Dad, whose bright idea was it to show the Aramaians how to build nuclear bombs, anyway?
    "Dad?"

    "Yes?"

    "Do Garenhulders stop being so afraid of things changing if we put them in a saiyan Masque?"

    "...what?"

    "Or half-saiyan, I guess, doesn't really matter."

    "Why would that-? No. Garenhulders hating and fearing change is cultural, not biological."

    "Oh. Okay...Dad?"

    "Yes, Kakara?"

    "Are Masques based on Garenhulders, or people from Earth?"

    "From here, I guess? I mean, we didn't exactly have any pure Earth humans left by the time Masques were invented. I don't think it makes a difference, though. They still seem human. Minus a few phenotypes, mind."

    "Makes sense...Dad?"

    "You are full of questions today. What is it?"

    "Whose bright idea was it to show the Aramaians how to build nukes?"

    "Don't take that tone with me, young lady."

    "But-!"

    "Kakara Gine Goku."

    "...sorry."

    "Thank you. That's actually a major concern for us. As far as we can tell, nobody did."

    "...but Garenhulders don't invent things."

    "Apparently, they do."

    "But they just don't! Sophie flinched when I said the word, 'experiment,' around her without thinking!"

    "And yet, they invented nuclear fission, and realized that they could stick them on cruise missiles. They invented ballistic missiles. Something has changed."

    "But what?!"

    "We don't know. Everywhere we look...classified. We can trace the materials they were using for research. We can see who was involved. But we don't yet know what changed to make them willing to try. And that is a scary thought."

    Domino Plot​

    Well, this is just not on. Before the gunman can finish his shocked blink at your recognition of him, you have your plan fully assembled and ready to go.

    Up-up-up hovering around the millions, and a heartbeat later you feel a startled up-up-up from Maya's presence miles away. Karen? What's wrong?

    You blink as the world around you slows to treacle. Damn. Of course Maya would be skittish about you flaring suddenly, after the last few months. Hi, Maya. There are some bad people at the Congress. I'm stopping them.

    What?! Wha- what are they doing? Are you oka- okay?

    It's fine    , they're just regular people. They don't even look like they're moving, you send, lifting off and cruising over to the woman with the briefcase. You relieve her of it, transmit outside, and hurl it into the sun.

    Well, it'll get there eventually, anyway. It's on course. Maybe it'll burn up exiting the atmosphere. Not a concern anymore, anyway.

    I'll be okay, Maya, you say, turning away.

    ...i- if you say so. I just wish stuff like this wou- wouldn't keep happening.

    Me too, you say, sighing and letting the link lapse.

    This whole time, Dad's power level has been climbing high enough to communicate with you without flaring a visible aura. Now, he speaks. Kakara. Would you like to explain why you're stealing items from officials?

    There are people all around about to attack the Congress    , you say. I'm handling it.

    ...fine, he says. Be careful. Be swift. Be thorough. Tell me how I need to play it afterwards. He cuts the link.

    You've noticed that Dad's been trusting you in these kinds of situations lately -- especially over the past year. Stuff like this is important, but he keeps handing it over to you and trusting your judgment. You did sign up for the responsibility, but it feels good to have his trust, especially after the mess that was the fight with Meerak.

    It honestly makes you feel conflicted, though. You haven't forgotten what you're plotting.

    As you muse, you drift from shooter to shooter, taking their weapons and scrunching your hand shut around the middle of them. You disarm the man with the knife and snap the blade. You drop the pieces in a closet somewhere. Then you pop from person to person and hunt around until you find a large group of security guards.

    Then you drop the various attackers there, pop back to your seat, and sit down, everybody else unaware of what happened. You fold your hands and assume exactly the same posture you had before you moved.

    And then you power down.

    You listen to your Dad's speech in a fugue. You have no idea what's going on. You don't know why those people tried to attack the Congress. You just...

    You don't know what's going on anymore, or why the world has been going so crazy. You wish it would calm down for just a few seconds.

    And then, of course, is when the rumble of a distant explosion echoes through the building. Your drop your forehead into your hands, groaning.

    People are screaming. Security personnel are bursting in, and you hear them babbling in the background about unauthorized personnel and a delegate and a guard just appearing out of nowhere, and you hear gunfire far away, and Dad is looking back at you in shock because last he knew you were dealing with things and you can't anymore you just can't.

    You lurch to your feet with your fingers flickering towards your forehead and transmit to the source of the explosions and gunfire. Men and women with scarves over their faces see you transmit in, and dozens of gun barrels track towards you. "It's the demon!"

    You have no time or patience for this today.

    Throwing back you head, you shriek, power blasting out of you in all directions and tossing them from their feet. Your aura blots out the rest of the world until the only thing humans will be seeing is an incandescent white glow, and you blur from one person to the next, smashing weapons, hanging people from lampposts by the back of their shirts or dumping them at the feet of police officers. You blur away. You hear the sound of angry chanting and-

    vip

    -find yourself overlooking a protest, small but angry, outside the Congress. They aren't violent. It's not your concern, so you-

    tsew

    -land in an alley a mile away, bury your fingers in your hair, and-

    * * *

    Gone.

    * * *
    ​
    A thousand acts of petty vandalism spreading from a dozen points, more of the men and women you've handled tonight going out to spread disruption on a grand scale. But why didn't you see this, why was it not happening when you looked before-?

    No, remember, this is futuresight, not present, and if you look, this hasn't happened yet, it depends on orders, yet to be unsealed -- not to be unsealed, until word comes from elsewhere, and if you follow that chain-

    * * *

    Back.

    * * *
    ​
    You drop out of futuresight, gasping, as your stamina runs out. Well, a certain kind of stamina. You're low on two sorts at the moment.
    Willpower [DC 80]: 92.
    But you can still stand.

    You do. You clap your hands together, and three Karens stand in the alleyway.

    vipvipvip

    You all set about your work.

    * * *​

    You trudge wearily up the steps of the Congress, a sheet of paper in your hands as the protesters scream at your back. A security guard at the doors steps forward.

    "Lady Marsden?" he says. "Your Lord father told us you had gone to assist with the chaos-"

    You pass him, pressing the paper to his chest. "Directions. I found where they were coming from," you say, not even looking at him. You blink. Lady? Oh, right, you and Dad were going to present as nobility. Well hey, that means he probably won't push it if you don't stop to talk. You step past. "They're all restrained."

    You pass through into the Congress. Some security guards make noises that you broadly interpret as requests to hold on a second, but you ignore them and just keep walking until you find the central chambers again.

    Your father is fielding a hurricane of fearful and confused shouts from the central podium. He's projecting his voice over the sound of the storm, but you can tell that he's making little headway. People are scared, and confused.

    And then his eyes snap up to you. "Karen!"

    The room goes silent.

    You draw up to a pause for a moment, looking out across the floor. Then you start slowly walking towards your father. It probably looks deliberate, from the outside.

    It takes a minute to reach the center. When you do, Dad puts his hands on your shoulders, stepping away from the microphone. "Are you alright?"

    "I'm fine," you say, not quite looking at him.

    "And just what is going on?" says-

    You blink. That wasn't Dad. You look.

    The Aramaian Prime Minister stands, hands on hips and scowling at you.

    Something further snaps. You step past your father, shrugging off his hands, and stand at the edge of the stage, giving the man a spiteful glare. "Oh, I was just busy stopping hundreds of your citizens from shooting up the city."
    Communication: 137.
    He splutters, eyes going wide at the implied accusation. You ignore him, glancing around the room and infusing your voice with ki. "My powers are nothing new. I can trace the history of ki back thousands of years. My father has it. My grandmother has it. My ancestors for generations back on every single side have had it. We know how it works. It's not a dangerous tool I use. It's a part of me. I can feel every person in this room as clearly as I can see them. I can fly as easy as walking. There's nothing about it that isn't under my control. I know exactly what it's doing, and I learned it all from lessons that my father learned from his mother learned from hundreds of mothers and fathers going back as far as we can trace."

    You sigh. "A lot of the people I stopped today called me a demon. So did the people yelling out front. I came today to talk. To explain. To tell you why you don't have to be afraid of us. They came with shouts and guns and bombs, and only a few of them were even anywhere near the building I was standing in." Your jaw muscles clench. "I have seen enough innocent people being shot at."

    Down in his place, the Aramaian Prime Minister pales. He was angry enough condemning the Tastreyans for their methods in the wake of their invasion. It won't look good that his own people were so quick to resort to similar measures. You can already see him thinking about how to spin it.

    You don't care. "Maybe being as powerful as I am just gives me more and better options. I don't know. I didn't kill anybody tonight. I don't even know how mad or desperate you have to be to jump right to that instead of talking first," you say. "But I guess that's not the point. Here's the point: next year, me and all of my people are going to be busy fighting -- fighting to protect all of you." Your finger stabs out, and you drag it across the assembled heads of state and delegates. "We're Garenhulders, just like you. We know what we're doing. We don't do things we don't know. And I don't want to have to fight you for the right to keep you safe." You leave unsaid the fact of who the obvious victor would be if they made you do it anyway.

    Your shoulders slump. "I'm tired of everything going crazy. I haven't really relaxed in years! I'm only twelve! Almost thirteen." You shake your head. "I really would like it if you all would just...just not be another problem. I have enough to worry about." You look around the room. "And why are you all still here? There were people with guns in the building!"

    A woman near the back calls, in a mild tone of voice, "There were the reports of gunfire and explosions in the city outside."

    You stare at her. Credit to her, she doesn't flinch, and stares back.

    You shake your head and turn away, walking off stage. "Yeah. There were." You hop down off the edge and head for the doors. "I fixed it for you."


    People can hold up a long time under a serious amount of strain. Disruptions to their routine, unbelievable pressure, the necessity of having to lie to almost everybody they meet...it is a truly stunning level of pressure. And they can still keep going.

    Until suddenly, they can't.

    So, in the aftermath of this madness...

    [ ][AFTER] Scry like your life depends on it. What happened here? Who issued the orders? Find out yesterday what will happen three months from now.
    [ ][AFTER] Throw yourself into PR. You presented an image today, and it's a workable one. Now you need to reinforce it.
    [ ][AFTER] Write-in. You know how you want to exploit this.
    [X][AFTER] Kais and ancestors, no. Just...no. You are tired. You are a mess. You have been dealing with crisis after crisis for months! You'll...you'll deal with this. You will! Just...Kais, it needs to wait.

    NO POINT IN A MORATORIUM. THIS VOTE IS NEVER GOING TO BE OPEN.

    Kakara, ladies, gentlemen, and others, needs a break.

    The [ ][ASK] task is, as ever, still open for write-ins.

    I hope the update was engaging. See you all next time, as we check in once more with Jaffur and Jaron. Bye for now!

    Chaos at the Congress! A series of bewildering terrorist attacks interrupt Kakara's address at the Congress, and while she puts them down with ease, not all is well with the young Scion. Tensions from the years of crises finally getting the better of her, the young woman retreats into herself. Yet questions still remain. Who is responsible for these attacks? What is their motive?

    Even beyond that, though, the dragon still looms in the future. Can Kakara pry the secret of Jaffur's new technique from his hands? Will her efforts to do what no Exile in over three hundred years has done bear fruit, and reproduce the legendary Genki Dama? And will it all be enough, when a beast powerful enough to square off with four golden oozaru makes planetfall?

    Tune in next time, for Dragon Ball AE!
     
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    • This going to look bad for Dad, well clan Vegeta might applaud it due to Jaffur and their kids under similar pressure.
    I wonder if she go and cuddle/hug Maya for the next week or so.
     
    PoptartProdigy said:
    No, remember, this is futuresight, not present, and if you look, this hasn't happened yet, it depends on orders, yet to be unsealed -- not to be unsealed, until word comes from elsewhere, and if you follow that chain-
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    Wait, did Kakara just literally uproot an entire direct action network of terrorists in a little over ten minutes?
    Like, literally working up the chain?
    And display teleportation on TV?

    Well, fear's a lost cause at this point, I guess.
    I think we're going to have to be content with not inducing pants-shitting terror at this point.
     
    uju32 said:
    Wait, did Kakara just literally uproot an entire direct action network of terrorists in a little over ten minutes?
    Like, literally working up the chain?
    And display teleportation on TV?

    Well, fear's a lost cause at this point, I guess.
    I think we're going to have to be content with not inducing pants-shitting terror at this point.
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    Superspeed, teleportation -- it all looks the same to a non-ki-user. They already had reports of people moving too quick to see, from the fight at the school. Kakara was not moving slow enough for people to get much of a fix.

    But yes, she did the rest of that.
     
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    uju32 said:
    Wait, did Kakara just literally uproot an entire direct action network of terrorists in a little over ten minutes?
    Like, literally working up the chain?
    And display teleportation on TV?

    Well, fear's a lost cause at this point, I guess.
    I think we're going to have to be content with not inducing pants-shitting terror at this point.
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    Look on the bright side -- Ki is probably seen as somewhat genetic (assuming they know anything about that) and it's been properly established that its use is an ancient practice. Plus we probably have a notable portion of the world population in support of us.

    #KakaraKaren4Overlord
     
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