9th Taunt | Video/Action

[misterbrief]

[He'd thought a lot about this, long and hard. But even with all the evidence presented to him over the past year and a half, that still was never enough for him. He didn't want to rely on anything else to fight, he had his own power and his own strength. But being caught like he did so many times on the draft by shifters, relying solely on his own natural strength to survive- there had just been too many close calls.

And he had needed help more than once. How much that ate at his mind was unfathomable except to a few. One day no one was going to be there to help him, even if he hated the very idea of needing help. And if he wasn't ready, where would he be? Put into a position that he allowed for himself to be in, to die. To be sacrificed, like he was already by that bomb the cultists used on them. And next time, he wouldn't be so lucky and he knew it. He still had his reservations about contacting the spirits. But, he felt as if he couldn't avoid it much longer.

Too many what ifs. What if even something so small from the spirits would have helped him? He was sick of it, sick of knowing that might be the only thing he could rely on against their enemy. The only thing that worked when all his other powers were disabled. But even so, there's still more he wanted to know. Because if there's anything he hates, it's wasting time on things that are pointless.]

Video:

[The video feed flickers on, revealing the face of the prince, looking as serious as ever. He gets straight to the point.]

I must know. For those of you who are in contact with the spirits here, what use do you find in their power? Especially in combat. I might even have the patience to listen to a story or two regarding that, as I find it incredibly important in this matter. [He glances off to the side, knowing how this goes in Luceti.]

I know some of you would prefer to speak in person about such things. I'll be at Mythoria Café later tonight. But I won't stay long.

Action:

[As always, he's easily found. During the day, either at House 29 or the Battle Dome training, with both his sword or with his abilities. He does keep his word, appearing at Mythoria Café after he's done training and showered for the day.]

Comments

[misterbrief]

I'm just asking for information, nothing more. [He takes a bite of the food. It's really good.]

I've got to get some things clarified before I move on from here. [Indicating the draft, of course.]

[everyonedied]

It's--

[You know what, he's just going to keep the rest of that thought to himself. But he's not entirely ready to find out just what exactly happened on the draft that got his father to this point. Yet. He'll work up to it.]

Any luck with it?

[misterbrief]

I've gotten a few bites. But there's still more I'd like to know. [The risks scare him the most...the risks he's not sure even exist.]

[everyonedied]

[Deep breath. He can do this, he can offer to help his father without apprehension of his inevitable ego flaring up.]

I'll keep an ear out for anything too.

[NAILED IT.]

[misterbrief]

The minute you find something I expect you to come right to me with it. I don't like to be kept in the dark. [Information here was key, and he'd take anything he can get his hands on. Though not at the price of his pride.]

I don't know how necessary it will become to rely on something like this, but...it's not anything we can toss out the window.

[everyonedied]

Right...

[And deep breath again, exhales it slowly and chances a glance at him. Vegeta... seems mostly okay, if a little tense. But he's always tense, so maybe he's misreading it. He's not going to ask if Vegeta's okay, he actually likes not dying. But. Ugh trying to figure out a way to get across that he's worried without being a sap and getting on his father's nerves. It's tough!

And doesn't realize he's staring. Rude, son.]

[misterbrief]

[He continues to eat, looking back down at his food even though he knows Trunks is staring at him.]

You've been keeping up with your training, haven't you? [YOU BETTER OF SON]

[everyonedied]

[Well if there was a way to break his daze, that's the way to do it. He stutters and looks down at his hands.]

Of-of course. Why wouldn't I?

[misterbrief]

[He chuckles to himself, continuing to eat.]

Still as jumpy as ever, I see.

[everyonedied]

[CAN YOU BLAME HIM.]

Sorry.

[NO YOU CAN'T.]

It's just still taking some getting used to.

[misterbrief]

Perfectly fine with me. Take all the time you need. [Trunks will just be a great outlet for Vegeta to be vile in a non-harmful way, that's fine son take your time take your time]

[everyonedied]

... Father, just--

[Okay no, he has to ask. It's eating him up inside, he was the only one in the house not called in to the Draft and something happened, he knows it.]

What happened. Out there, I mean.

[misterbrief]

You really want to know? [He raises his eyebrow, because he knows Trunks is not going to like it. But he'll tell him.]

[everyonedied]

[Trunks eyes him warily; Vegeta asks that as if it's a warning and that just makes him even more nervous. But he may as well finish what he started.]

Yes, I do.

[misterbrief]

[Oh boy]

All of us drafted to fight were sacrificed and killed by the cultists by a bomb they had built. We were revived by John miraculously three days before the bomb was set to go off. So now I guess I know what it's like to be you.

[everyonedied]

[But in which way, Vegeta, that's the important question here.

He listens, waits to hear if there's more but then there's not and.

Okay no his father died and then was brought back to life three days before he died and ugh fuck time travel shit shit. Still, he has the barest hint of a smile. He's so proud of his father's first time travel adventure.]

Looks like you guys were able to change it though.

[misterbrief]

Well, I wouldn't be here if we hadn't, now would I? [What kinda question is that]

[everyonedied]

I guess not.

[misterbrief]

That's right. [His reply is curt, but he moves on.]

We also discovered what it is we get sacrificed to. There's some sort of creature...

[He shudders thinking about it.]

[everyonedied]

[Why is he devoted to you again when time and time again you prove yourself to be a jerk, jfc. But any irritation that was about to flare up subsides with that single statement.]

The-- The sacrifice they use for the death ritual you told me about?

[misterbrief]

Yeah. That bomb acted like a sacrifice circle and sent us all to meet that freak of nature. I'd rather be in Hell any day of the week than go back to see that thing.

[everyonedied]

And now we have an idea of what we're up against...

[And if Vegeta is not wanting to fight it, then it's bad. Really, really bad. And it all comes back around to the fact that Vegeta died and Trunks will have to go through that on his own at a later time, he can't do that in front of his father right now.

But still... He really has no idea what to think. He'd ask if Vegeta really thinks learning about filial magic would help, but then Vegeta wouldn't be asking if he didn't think that. God, he doesn't even want to think about the incident before the draft, that's a whole other headache he's not ready to tackle.

Navigating conversations with his father is a nightmare. ]

At least you're all okay. [Mostly.]

[misterbrief]

I'm not so sure about that. That thing is in the realm of the dead in this world. I don't know if we'll ever get to it. [Not without dying, and he was helpless before it.] Okay is going out on a limb. We're in one piece, yes. That's about all I can say.