Morgan Yaga

Avon Hime– Prince of Snake Way and Nephew of Princess Snake. DBZ/Super OC. 

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“Hello~”  Morgan opened a window from a front-facing palace wall. The palace was suspiciously empty. Or maybe not. After all, someone could have informed Tenshin of the more supernatural nature of the staff working inside. 

“Is there something I can assist you with? I’m afraid Baba is out at the moment,” the young witch replied. 

Tenshinhan wasn’t particularly surprised to meet with an employee; he had come prepared to assume that the fortuneteller didn’t have time to meet with just about anyone. It’s the matter from which she had revealed herself that caught him off-guard.

“I see.” He started; “I was hoping to see her in person, however…” Granted there was time at the moment, he could spare the wait. “If that’s the case…”

“I came here hoping to get her help with training. But it’s not for me as much as it is for my disciples.” He started. With every intention to stay, he figured it would be worth the while to properly state his business. And while not exactly one to judge by appearance, the woman greeting did appear from behind a wall. Perhaps she could pose some help as well.

While many a fighter of his level (few as there are, apparently) would assume such to not suppose a challenge no more, the triclops was all but going to underestimate the challenge ahead. The lifestyle wasn’t simple, but it was fairly rewarding in the self-improvement department at least. And while in a roundabout way, he came to Fortuneteller Baba’s Palace in search of something, that would certainly help.

Naturally however, it wouldn’t come cheap. And for that, he was prepared.