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The Saiyan was out looking for a place to train. She had been flying around different worlds, hoping to find a space that was wide enough, devoid of any civilizations that could potentially get in the way. She had no interest in fighting others, or causing collateral damage.

Chikori had eventually found a planet that had a large enough uninhabited spot for her to train on. The Saiyan wasted no time in finding a landing spot, then making sure to fly out several paces away from her flight machine. She had found a spot with a large, black boulder nearby, and had begun her training promptly, once she saw that there were no passerbys nearby.

The purple-haired Saiyan was in the process of working hard on learning a new ki technique. It was hard; going through the motions was the easy part, but having to learn how to control the ki long enough to unleash the technique was hard. Chikori had finally decided to test run this attack, and used the nearby boulder as a target.  The first attempt for the ki technique fizzled out shortly after unleashing it, as did the second and third attempts. After a few more, she had managed to get it halfway, and it was with great effort that on the next attempt, she had landed her shot.

Now this was a curious sight. A dragon had somehow managed its way into one of her rifts. What a sight indeed. 

QB watched from a connecting path to this rift, which was obscured by the skills which granted her the ability to warp such things as space rifts. Dragons could be finnicky creatures to encounter, and, well. There was that one time she did die for a few minutes in public shame for having gotten a bit cocky at her skills. 

Tch. Of all the times to remember such a horrific thing. She should have been kept dead, as you do with defeated warriors. But, perhaps it was not so terrific, considering the events that would have been missed if they had not revived her. 

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11. What do you hate about your muse?Honestly... Like, as a person, she sucks, she’s everything terrible and not much of what I’d want to be. LOL. As for actually playing/writing her, I guess I hate that she’s pretty secretive, and would rather avoid/kill/attack on sight than interact, and tends to give herself a bad rep too quickly, so I run out of things to do with her and another’s character.

12. What about your muse amuses you?Her sass. c: also how thirsty she is for alpha and 02 i mean what.

Ask my muse about Death!

Have you ever taken someone’s life?

“Kami, no! Why would I ever--” and he stops, the sudden flicker of realization as he suddenly began to understand why Time Patrol was such a serious job. Why he was considered too “green” for it.

“...Ah. I see. I’mma have to let that happen a time or two, I reckon.......”

Do you ever wish you were immortal?

“Well I reckon maybe once or twice when I was a kid, I might’ve fantasized ‘bout that. But mostly it ain’t ever seemed like it’d be fun, ‘cuz you’d lose the people closest to ya?”

Name one person you’d protect even if it meant sacrificing yourself.

“Chikori.” The name is spoken without hesitation. He looks so determined, so certain of that fact. That if anything were to happen to her, if there was any way that he could save her before she got in over her head, as saiyans were apparently capable of doin’, he’d gladly throw his life out in front of hers.

Ask my muse about Death!

What do you think is the worst possible way to die?

The purple Majin’s head tilts downward slowly, looking at the ground as her eyes soften at the thought. “...Alone.”

Are you afraid of dying?

“...Yes.” She doesn’t seem to be ashamed of the answer, stating it plainly.

Have you ever seen someone die (but you didn’t cause it)?

And now she’s looking away again, ashamed. 

“Several.”

Several times she had to watch and let the timelines die, because that’s how it goes. It hurt, not saving the people. Maybe that’s why most Time Patrollers were given a limited connection to history, because otherwise it’d sway their favor if they felt something that happened was unfair. 

Ask my muse about Death!

Do you think there’s life after death?

The Namekian quirks an eye at the question. “Of course there’s a life after death. How do you think people can come back from the dead, if there was nothing to come back from?”

Who do you think would miss you most if you were gone?

He clears his throat as he tries to quickly come up with an answer. He doesn’t want to admit that he doesn’t know of anyone who would-- he’s led a relatively disconnected life here among the Time Patrol, and the people from his timeline have already mourned him and moved on.

“I-uh... Next question!”

Has someone ever tried to severely hurt you?

Ask my muse about Death!

Have you ever come close to dying?

The small, yellow Majin seems nonchalant when asked the question. “Oh yeah! Tons of times!” she says, as she rocks back and forth on her heels. “Why do you ask?”

If you were reborn as someone/something new, who or what would you want to be?

“I would stay as a Majin! We’re the funnest race, after all! Saiyans are too focused on battle, and Namekians are too serious. Humans get too hurt easily... You get the idea. Majin life is party life!!”If you do believe in the afterlife, what kind of afterlife do you think awaits you?

The Majin puts on a thinking face, tapping her foot as she considers. “I dunno. Maybe one filled with a lot of treats!!! Ooh, and a bunch of other people, too, so we all have fun together!”

Have you ever seen a ghost/spirit?