#{the pinnacle; pholomena}

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The sound of a chunk of concrete hitting the ground, in the distance, would act as the six warriors' apparent signal to finally clash with each other, once the verbal exchanges were said and done. The Luparian and Scorched Saiyan kicked off the events...

And in the immediate instance of the wolfish woman throwing the first attack at her burned comrade, the green-haired Saiyaness found herself admiring her tenacity; leaving herself wide-open, however, for the other Saiyaness's opening offense. Hell, even as Hakkona closed the distance between the two of them, Pholomena was completely enthralled by Tazz's initiative, among five Saiyans, who were a warrior race, no less.

Opposite to Pho's reaction, though, the Buff Gal felt immense pride and confidence, when she saw her best friend make the first move, and saw fit to do the same; the other Saiyaness's lack of attention only coming as a bonus, as she opened her arms and leapt towards Pholomena, with the intention of using momentum and flight, to send them away from the rest of the group. With the green-haired woman being defenseless, for that moment, her grab-and-dash tactic would prove successful, as the two Saiyan women rocketed away from their respective friends and allies, and further into the destroyed city. In their trajectory, several evacuated buildings would be pierced and crashed through by both Hakkona and Pholomena, with the latter taking the brunt of the force, of being slammed through concrete and steel walls.

All the while, Pholomena would knee and elbow, and even punch at whatever part of the Buff Gal she could, in an attempt to force her powerful grip to loosen from around her torso. An eventual downwards elbow strike to the top of Hakkona's cranium would, thankfully, prove successful in offering the green-haired woman a means to wriggle her way out of her foe's grasp, while leaving the other Saiyaness a bit dazed.

To follow up, the thus-far unremarkable Saiyaness would perform a spinning backfist, to compensate for the lack of size she had behind herself, and potentially throw Hakkona off with such a daring maneuver! As far as leaving herself open, previously... She couldn't even be mad at Hakkona for taking advantage of it; that much being proven as she kept a smile on her face, from the moment the two first made contact. It certainly contradicted the face of the daughter of Torno, as her own expression was stern like her dear old dad's; taking the fight as seriously as possible, while remaining as alert as the Buff Gal could be!

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@pzfr asked: 10 for Pholomena, 4 for Shuen.

10. What would your character make a scene in public about?

Pholomena is theatrical as can be, and frankly the least ill-intending of the trio of herself, Ghost and Castor. However, if she ends up finding what she's looking for, only for that goal to, since it's a person, refuse to join her? She'd have a meltdown, due to what she thinks all Saiyans should strive to be, and what cause they should fight for.

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Even from her grounded position amidst the rubble and ruin, the green-haired Saiyaness could tell that the woman floating above was a fair deal larger than she was; Pholomena's eyes practically twinkling in intrigue. Even if Rutaga was a hybrid, the "scent" of Saiyan blood never went unnoticed by Pho; further interest drawn towards the alluring hybrid.

From below, the Saiyaness would giggle almost giddily; hands on her hips as she kept her jade oculars on the other.

"Just sightseeing, is all! And I have to disagree!" Pho would start to ascend towards Rutaga rather casually; wiggling a finger in her direction until they were at the same altitude.

"I'm looking at you, aren't I? I just came to see if the old sniffer still worked. You wouldn't happen to have some Saiyan DNA, would you?" Creeping ever closer, it seemed as though Pholomena had a fascination for Rutaga and her strength. What was her angle?

02. chance ; sender and receiver meet for the first time by chance. //For Rutaga and Pholomena, since I saw you wanted to maybe RP Rutaga as evil, and Pholomena is one of my less heroic / good-aligned muses? :)

The mysterious statuesque hybrid is seen floating midair, in the city ruins which she has caused; she absorbed the energy of innocent civilians while she destroyed it.

Rutaga nonchalantly rests her chin in the palm of her hand. As if she were just comfortably laying down and lounging. Feeling quite dissatisfied.

—A saiyan?— She thought as her glowy roseate hues locked on the short saiyaness. The hyrbid's tail started to twitch and toss around as she's thinking to herself about how much of a pain this could be.

❝Hmm… What are you doing around here? . . Nothing to see here.❞ Her voice is rather charming. She naturally possesses an alluring energy, however, one could easily feel that there was something very unhinged about her.

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💞philomena, what kind of intimate things would you like to do with a partner?

"I'm honestly glad someone asked! Y'see... Since I like anyone who's strong, I think I'd just like to have my hair pulled, to be absolutely railed until I can't get out of bed the next morning, and to just get as wild as love will let us be, together!

Y'know... Nothing too crazy!"

She absolutely said all of that with the biggest, dreamiest smile on her face; practically squirming just thinking about it.

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📂 📂 📂 //One for Yujin, one for Pho, and one for Hakkona!

📂 - Yujin is terrible at reassuring others, unless it's particularly simple. He's not his dad, and he has trouble finding the right words to uplift someone, more often than he'd like to admit.

📂 - Pholomena is fluent in multiple languages, and even took up sign language when she first came to Earth.

📂 - Hakkona used to have body dysmorphia, and still does to a lesser degree.

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"I-I'm not saying I didn't like it..." Conflicted, Pholomena's gaze would shift away from Tahinnia's face, her own cheeks turning redder with each second that seemed to pass. Thinking certainly wasn't helping.

While she didn't fault Tahinnia for her lack of empathy, Pho had kept herself from the very idea of affection unless she found someone worth that sort of care from her... And there Tahinnia was, kissing her in what was initially assumed to just be a cultural greeting. She should've known better...

"I-I would only kiss someone I'd like enough to be affectionate with. That would be a treat, enough. A-Are you only doing it because of what I can give you? I-Is that all I am?" Granted, Tahinnia was rather unique to Pho, and her affections were mostly reserved for anyone she deemed strong or outstanding in strength and utility. So... Even Pho wasn't sure how to feel.

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"Oh? What's wrong? You didn't like it? Are you afraid that I won't kiss you again?" She asked, blinking 'innocently'.

It didn't mean much to her, she does not quite empathize it.

"What is the loss from getting kissed by me? I got a little treat out of it. But you can get a kiss without a treat, because you are a good girl."

Tahinnia teased.

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You invades Prince Tarble's personal space, without permission.

"If he wants me to stop, he could just say so. Or, you could go ask him if it's bothering him, yourself, since you want to put your nose in business that isn't yours.

Now excuse me, while I go searching for who the hell asked."

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🌿

Tani -> Pho

Tahinnia has her kinder moments, or... maybe she just wants to try draining energy- cryptic as always. (@xenomythos)

Either which way, the act itself left the Undying Saiyaness rather surprised; cheeks a bit red before she blinked a few times, and tilted her head at Tahinnia.

"Hey... Is that some sort of cultural greeting I'm not aware of? And can I eat that plant up there?" Curious and uncultured with other planetary customs, the green-haired woman would start reaching for the mistletoe, before the question was even answered.

"Also... Hiiiiii Tahinnia!" Aw, she's excited to see her.

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@ Pho.

Tahinnia holding two big plates full with burgers stacked up. Wearing a goth cow girl bikini. "I made you food. Come eeeaat..." She said in the most driest monotone. All stiff and robotic.

Lowkey crack but I thought it would be funny as dream ssnkrrkknsnfs-

She wasn't sure if someone nice on the eyes serving her food had done it, or if the mountain of food, itself, had been the culprit, but...

Pho whined as she awoke from the supposed wet dream; her folds so damp that her undergarments had gotten a bit wet. It was strange for her to even have such feelings or events happen to her, but... She'd cover herself up again, and try to go back to sleep; cheeks a bit pink, as she begged to have the same dream again.

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//Alternate Pholomena faceclaim? Still has the green hair, and I like Bero's design. If there were more shots of her, I'd consider it.

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❝ so…was this all that you hoped for? ❞

For some time, Pholomena had been testing the people of the planet that Rex occupied; challenging them to fights and wanting someone... anyone, to provide her with some entertainment. While she wasn't a malicious person at heart, her Saiyan nature for true combat pushed her to do destructive things; namely getting reckless in battle and destroying buildings, or cities depending the opposition.

When met, possibly, with this challenger called Rex, she was bested; her immortal body recovering from every bit of damage he inflicted, but... She yielded after seeing just how good he was. That was when he likely asked his question.

"You have no idea. I haven't felt this alive in such a long time. I could go forever, try to strategize against you and learn every move you have, or wear you out and still be standing, and yet... I find pride in accepting defeat, this time." Lying in some rubble, she seemed kind, despite the devastation their fight likely caused.

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In the Blink of An Eye... At the Touch of A Palm Against the Nearest Building Wall...

Castor, the self-proclaimed "Cure" to the universe's widespread affliction, would begin a city wide catastrophe. It only began with a simple apartment complex, but from there, in mere seconds, his decaying touch's reach had spread to entire city blocks, while unaware bystanders were reduced to ashes; a disregard for who was killed claiming families, animals, and children, while the white-haired Saiyan's associates stayed airborne, to avoid the indiscriminate destruction of Castor's ability.

As they'd hoped, the trio had gone undetected by the more troublesome members of the opposing side's forces, and seemingly fooled them into believing that their hideout was off-world, as fewer of their numbers remained. In such an event, Castor, Ghost and Pholomena had all decided to make their move, and begin the wanton destruction of the cities nearest to their true hideout, as if to taunt the undoubtedly waiting and watching do-gooders to confront them.

Moments after Castor's decaying touch had reached a few city blocks, blood-curdling screams could be heard erupting from other nearing regions of the city, as pedestrians evacuated buildings, cars, and subways to run in the opposite direction. Glances were exchanged between the two male Saiyans, before the white-haired warrior's gaze met Pholomena's own; prompting her to begin chasing down escaping bystanders, and mowing them down viscerally, one by one. Even amidst her culling of those she saw as unworthy of her time or attention, she had time to flash both of her allies an excited little grin, as she anticipated the eventual attention of the very defenders that they were attempting to coerce into coming after them.

While his cohorts were racking up their kill counts and adding to the casualties, the Scorched Saiyan brought his attention towards an airborne news helicopter; blankly staring at it, as its occupants were reporting on the sudden, unpredictable attack on the once bustling city that was quickly becoming a barren, decaying landscape. Without a word, Ghost would ascend higher into the air, and float closer to the rolling camera; terrifying the news team, despite his non-violent behavior, and lack of inclusion in senseless killing. Pocketed hands, as well as a vacant, neutral expression would serve as his only conveying of a lack of hostility, as he nestled himself into the chopper, and waited for the camera to face him.

"I know that others like us exist on this planet, and I'm willing to bet that they're watching this all unfold, as I speak. To the other Saiyans, and even that interfering mutt from the mall... You have only a few minutes to prove that you're more than complacent cowards, in all of this, before I come hunting you down, myself. Until then, I think I'll make myself at home, and start lighting this metropolis ablaze, just enough to hasten the evacuation of these people, and warm this place up."

Thereafter, Ghost would leap from the helicopter, and descend towards the ground, with his allies, once more; turning to face the news team above, before unleashing his hellfire upon the cityscape!

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Just as the Sun will rise... This, too, was an inevitability...

While the so-called protectors of peace had taken Ghost's assault as an initiative to gather their strength, and hone their craft for what was to come, presumably against their only known threat, he and his associates had bided their own time; allowing peace to linger for just a few measly days, until, eventually, the white-haired Saiyan grew tired of waiting.

If Ghost's attack was a warning shot, Castor's and Pholomena's would be the shot heard around the world.

Mere days after the do-gooders had dialed back their patrols of the world, and especially the nearest cities that surrounded the hidden trio of Saiyans, both of the Scorched Saiyan's allies had disembarked from their hideout; separating themselves from each other, to focus on the nearest neighborhoods and towns, to carry out their wills. Unlike Ghost, their acts of wanton destruction and violence would be larger in scale.

Scarred, thinner digits would all touch the asphalt and concrete beneath an entire town's feet, as it all began to suddenly crumble to dust; fleeing citizens almost immediately swept up by the encroaching decay, as its source of origin chased down any strays, and laid his hand upon their face. In an instant, for many, their bodies were reduced to ash, as the plague-dressed Saiyan monologued and barked about some kind of... affliction. In the skies above, a news helicopter had begun covering the events that were unfolding below, as its lack of connection with anything physical on the ground would allow it to avoid a similar fate.

As for Pholomena...

"Yo! Arm wrestle me, big guy! I'm looking for a couple of big, strong folks to join me!" The green-haired Saiyaness had wandered her way into another nearby city, and stumbled upon a gym; the paying patrons of the establishment visually attracting the trio's only female member, and causing her to approach one of the larger men within. Of course, her request would be met with a raised eyebrow, but the man obliged, all the same. "And... Go!"

In an instant, the Saiyaness's own strength would slam the bodybuilder's arm through whatever workout equipment they'd used as a surface to engage in the contest; the other participant's arm breaking and exposing bone, which left any onlookers to scream in terror and shock. Pholomena, however, watched as the loser wailed in absolute agony, causing her excitement to be slowly overwhelmed by disappointment; her ecstatic grin shifting into a scowl of sorts, before she'd release the man's hand, and scoff.

"This won't do. This whole town doesn't even have anyone here that feels stronger than you. Maybe wrecking the place will get the attention of someone worth my time!" Without warning, Pholomena's hand would be aimed skyward, while a ball of energy crackled to life just above her palm; unpredictable intentions and impatience making the next few moments for any immediate bystanders all the more unbearable, as they watched this inhuman woman quickly change her demeanor. A split second before the Saiyaness acted upon her own will, however, an almost excited, eerie smile crept its way onto her visage again.

And then...

The gym's roof would be pierced by countless orbs of Ki, as they shot towards the sky above the bustling city; pooling into one large mass of energy, until its creator was satisfied with her efforts. A second, and nothing more, would be the only peace that existed, before the large mass of Ki spat multiple, omnidirectional balls of energy towards every corner and street of the populated town; quickly laying to waste most of its inhabitants, and destroying most of the buildings that made up the landscape. Explosions, screams, and the crackling of flames born from such an act would replace any tranquil silence that preceded the cataclysm, while the woman within the once busy gym began laughing rather giddily.

A few shards of glass would slash at the Saiyaness's arm, as the material was shot in multiple directions, only for the damage she'd received to heal over. In a matter of moments, from both cities that had been randomly chosen by the assailants...

Carnage had been unleashed. Lives were taken without personal reason or remorse, until all that was left of the towns were dust, debris, and the bodies that once belonged to living people. Once Castor and Pholomena had their fill, they'd return to their hideout; obscuring their energy signatures, and ensuring that they weren't tracked or followed.

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Meanwhile...

Hakkona's scorched assailant had effortlessly made his getaway, from the mall that was lit ablaze by his flames, lowering his power level as he traveled to his hideout; an apartment on the worse side of town, that he occupied after the previous tenant was reduced to dust, that still had working electricity and utilities. Entering the apartment through its open window, the Scorched Saiyan was met by another male figure; his hair an almost pure white hue, as its length and style was unkempt, and his crimson oculars glared directly into the icy blues of the burnt man's own. Immediately, the Scorched man rolled his eyes, and sighed at the "greeting" that the other gave him, while both of their tails seemed to indicate agitation.

A hand would come off of an avian creature's skull, sized to fit as a mask for the white-haired Saiyan before the other, as its index finger would point callously at the Buff Gal's attacker. "The news stations are saying that there were no casualties, Ghost. In your little quest, you couldn't have managed to purge any of the afflicted scum of this planet, and saved me some of the trouble?"

That raspy, holier-than-thou tone of the other's... Ghost really didn't quite feel bothered by much, other than those who he saw fit to bring harm to, such as Hakkona, but... the other Saiyan's demeanor came close to provoking a reaction out of the Scorched Saiyan. "If you want it done so badly, do it yourself, Castor. I'm not having this stupid conversation with you, again. What you want, and what I want, barely overlap. Stop expecting me to change my mind, already." Ghost would roll his eyes, before sitting down a few feet away from the illness obsessed man he came to call an ally, through their travels and ideations.

From the apartment's bedroom, however, came a Saiyaness with mint-green hair, and a rather boisterous smile, as she waved rather giddily at the two men in the living room of their claimed living space. "Hey, you guys! You're not going to believe this, but I just felt some pretty big energy signatures after Ghost messed that place up pretty badly! I think I even felt a spike in that big Saiyan girl's power level, just now! Do you think they might be pretty tough, and just what I've been after?!" Jumping up and down for a moment, the Saiyaness seemed to almost squeal in excitement, while her allies seemed none too bothered by the prospect of strong opposition.

"If they overlap at all, you should be helping me, so I feel more inclined to help you." Before their conversation could continue beyond their self-imposed wills, their third member joined them; rounding out their calloused personalities, with her more jovial, excitable demeanor. "Oh, Pholomena! Nice of you to join us. Now that you mention it, I thought I felt a few notable energy signatures, before Ghost got back. Maybe they are what you're after, and we'll all get what we want, with the lot of them." Castor and Ghost didn't seem to see eye to eye with one another, but the white-haired Saiyan found Pho's own presence and ambitions to be more respectable and admirable; finding her company to be a bit less frustrating, than their burned compatriot's own.

"Pho! Ain't that music to my ears! If that good-for-nothing has some fight in her, after all, maybe I really will get to see her again, and finish the job this time!" Still, when his allies seemed rather pleased or indifferent about other powerful entities that conveniently popped up after Ghost's attack on one person, the Scorched Saiyan seemed... Conflicted; perhaps unsure of what to expect, as far as their standings were, in comparison to the Saiyaness that he, himself, had met and scarred for her complacent lifestyle. Regardless, Ghost seemed to focus on the positives, since he would finally have his goals within reach.

"Well then, fellas... It looks like we have some work to do, now that they know one of us is here! Let's get to work, after the noise of Ghost's handiwork dies down a little, and shoot for the stars!"

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"Awww! Would you look at that? Anyone can find love! It's so cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuute!~ WAY TO GO, BIG GUY!"

Broly likely had NO clue who she was, and yet she's acting like a personal cheerleader.

Never change, Pho...