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Masha Rambles Even More | Accepting

i’ve long felt rather strongly that whis has an unusually hard time thinking on himself-- that is, he would have maybe kind of a comically difficult time describing himself, in all honesty, to someone if they asked. and i’ve been thinking for a while that this is at least partially bc on some level he genuinely doesn’t know who he is

maybe in some ways, he’s not entirely meant to be a who, but more of a what

he’s less a true person or individual and more of some kinda inherent force built into the fabric and hierarchy of the universe. while this means he’s probably somewhat efficient with his duties and the outlook he Must have to do his job, it also means his sense of self and identity is most likely necessarily diluted

i had thought maybe his generally affable and pleasant behavior was like a reflection, that he admires these traits in others and has decided to mimic them as well in the interest of being at least superficially someone he can admire, too. or even perhaps that his general desire to get along with others meant that he would see this gregarious and breezy persona as conducive to his goals. but i think some of it also is that he simply has no desire to Be rude, or sadistic, or cruel

whis will almost always choose the path of least resistance, and others are less likely to give you more attention than you need if you are just sociable, chatty, and agreeable enough to distract from your oddness lmao

adding to this weird situation that’s. honestly a bit hard for me to wrap my head around at times is the fact that despite all this said above, i do tend to think of him as being genuinely friendly ‘^’ like he himself can look Behind His Mask, so to speak, and not be able to comprehend anything he finds there, but from an OOC standpoint, that amiability is probably genuine, and the same could also be said of his passivity, his tendency toward elegance (when food isn’t involved....) and propriety, and his sense of humor, and so on

Somebody once told me The world is gonna roll me I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed. :’)

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Upon landing on earth, Sarada considered the planet anything BUT special. If she was still with the vast majority of Saiyans, then she'd have taken it over by now - - but that wasn't why she was there. Selling planets hadn't been her desire for YEARS. She didn't know about the destruction of her home planet quite yet.

Being faced by Piccolo and Krillin first, the most that had happened was that Krillin had been made unconscious ( an unfortunate situation caused by his lack of power, she'd argue ) . That, and Sarada had acquired some food through one of the other fighters in hopes to keep her happy. It most certainly did.

She was midway through eating a rice dish when her crimson scouter beeped, eyes remaining closed. She didn't bother looking for who it belonged to, instead waiting for the tell-tale sound of feet landing as she chewed.

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Whoever was around at this time of occurrence would catch sight of what could only be described as a meaty mass of red flinging itself through the air, dozens of thick tendrils assembling themselves and snapping outwards like cracked whips to grab hold of whatever was within grasping distance, before retracting as the blob-like entity flung itself along. This was how Carrie transported themselves between such large gaps; an incredibly useful form of locomotion, especially when traversing areas such as the cities.

              “ Wow, you’ve really never had a teacher before? ”

             While it eased his worry of living up to any sort of set standard a tiny bit, the revelation surprised him. Even before attending public school and living out in a mountainous region, he had a tutor here and there to teach him and ensure he remained on track in his homeschooling. He wondered why she never learned or had anyone to teach her, what her life was like. All questions he didn’t quite feeling comfortable posing to a near stranger.

Given that there weren’t many people left on earth, Trunks had seen the girl around. He never saw her for long and could sense a power level from her that he was used to seeing from people, well, more like him. He was only half Saiyan, but he had a hunch that he wasn’t the only left here that wasn’t currently trying to destroy everything.

Finding her one night, out on a scouting mission for what little supplies he could gather, he stopped near her. It was time to find out who she was, once and for all. 

“Pardon me, I do apologize for the interruption, but I thought it pertinent to inform you that that man there—” And here Whis blithely points to said man, who emits an odd gulping noise and backs up a few spaces, face frozen in surprise and disbelief at his unceremonious metaphorical unmasking. “—has been following you for at least the last several moments. I assume he must be a teensy bit shy about approaching you.”