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"Is it?" She asked, coyly. "Can't tell."

Maiz breathed a laugh.

She's lying.

And staring at him, unblinkingly.

Stares back with squinted eyes.

Might have gotten a wee bit closer. Foreheads may or may not be touching.

"...This... is a bit close, isn't it?"

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Maiz feels a disturbance in the universe.

For some reason, she feels as if there's slightly more Space Jesters than there should be.....

PRAY NOBODY TELLS HER HEARTS HAS A FAMILY.

Unc works for a space circus?

Yeah, that checks out.

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Clown, meet Space Kettle.

Know that Maiz is somewhere in the Universe, still trying to get him fired from the Space Circus she's convinced he works at-

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{{Oh, so the last piece of paperwork was given in some weeks ago. All paperwork's been accounted for. At this time, my mother and I are just waiting for the move-out date, the lease for us to view and sign, the apartment keys, and whatever else is needed to help us physically move. I'm not gonna estimate a date because I legit am not sure when it'll be, but it hopefully it's soon. If anything else comes up, I'll let you all know--but to my knowledge, I believe everything's done and ready to go, so we're just waiting for the official green light.

I'll be free again! I'll have my own room again! Gosh, I want to cry. It's been six months since this housing stuff started, and it'll be seven months in a couple of days.

It's finally almost overrrrrr.

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a continuation of a thread w/ @vi1trum.

THE TOPIC OF FRIEZA WAS AN ACTIVE LANDMINE FOR HER.

Nothing was safe from her explosive anger, whether they were inanimate objects or living beings. Where cold logic and cruel meticulousness reigned before, volatile emotionality, primal-brain functions and repressed memories took over:

Red lights flooded hallways and corridors, tight, narrow spaces filled with smoke, walls were covered in blood splatters and brain matter--

She became unreasonable, unreachable, unpredictable.

Running (someone was running, who was it?), panic, a face wet with tears--

She became dangerous in another way--more so than she already was. Maiz, in those states was destructive and untethered, like an unnatural storm that gained traction for each second it existed. (Several Saiyans choked on their own blood).

Her teeth chattered against each other--and it was not from cold. Clenching her jaws did nothing to cover up the mind-numbing hatred of one person who singlehandedly ruined her life within a single night. Frieza, the self-proclaimed Emperor of the Universe, was not a man. He, IT was not a person--but a force, one of reckoning, one of nightmares, one that deserved nothing but hatred.

To make it worse, Maiz had never seen "it" in person, not as a childling or an adult. When she was younger, it was only over screens and scouters. She heard his voice numerous times--that shrill, pompous, annoying, grating thing--and it never settled right with her bones.

"I'll kill him," she snarled under her breath, teeth bared. Her tail--and all the fur on it--stood straight up at attention.

The vast expanse of outer space--stars, atmosphere and all--fell away as unimportant, as she forced herself to stay put, forced herself to not raise her ki and give away her and Mark's location. Her blood boiled--which made her skin immediately hot to the touch, and she didn't breathe. Her anger married her grief married her childhood fear of Frieza--

(His laughter rang out in her nightmares. A woman who looked like Maiz but shorter,-got her head shot off by a red laser beam, her aunt Fasha and mentor, Bardock, laid face down in a puddle of blood, their faces contorted into horror, eyes blankly fixated on her).

She was so far away from him and yet, able to able to recognize the despot by his voice, by how his oppressive ki was. So badly, did Maiz want to fly out of this planet's atmosphere and give chase. So badly, did Maiz wish she was strong (and brave) enough to sneak attack him and force him to eat his own intestines.

But, all she could do was stand in place--tense and angry--sorrowful and frightened. Her fingernails cut into her palms, past skin and deep into muscle, mutated cobalt-blue blood oozing out from between her fingers. She hated him. She hated the idea of letting him get away. She hated him.

SHE HATED THE IDEA THAT HE WALKED FREE.

Her chest heaved, and she coughed, once, twice.

The natural consequences for not breathing was that.

After she got her bearings together--which was no easy feat, due to the intensity of her homicidal urges--her skin and the air around her warmed over, then cooled. From shoulder-down, she shook. It was here that she was able to be reached again. Just barely--but reachable. Mark, bless his equally-as-violent-heart, didn't know that about her the first time--he didn't wait for her calm down, and had tried to console her himself. He tried to reassure her that Frieza would be handled.

However, she lunged at him in a blind rage and rewarded him with a black eye via her elbow. Were he human, the attack would have twisted his head 360 degrees--and broken both his neck and spine in the process.

Maiz wasn't the type to apologize . . . but she was grateful that he didn't hold that against her. She planned to make it up to him by helping him find planets to conquer and overthrow. Planets the Viltrumites could use for whatever they wanted to use them for. (Even if she didn't own these worlds and didn't even have "legal authority" to do such things).

Not that permission mattered when she could always use her slaves to gather intel. After all, the Saiyaness was a conqueror herself.

Regardless, she lost control--and losing control of herself was another thing she hated. The fact that this nearly happened a second time already frustrated her. Her blackened lips formed a tight, straight line.

"They are unreliable," she commented bitterly. She finally tore her gaze from the spot where Frieza no longer was--because he left in a ship surrounded by his sycophants--and turned to Mark, her tail lowered slowly--but not yet relaxed. It was long enough to touch the back of her heel, to brush against the air below her (she was hovering in place). Her eyes narrowed as she willed herself to look strong and imposing as she did before she sensed Frieza, before she spotted him. She had weakened and dead nerve endings in her face, so she wasn't an emotive person--but even with the lack of emotions displayed--

. . . It was clear she was still affected.

"It is nobody's fault but my own for thinking they would heed me. They said he was dead," she revealed, her lips now pulled into a frown. "They said I was several years too late." She closed her eyes briefly, raised her fists and then shook her hands out. She took notice of her bleeding then, but did not seem too concerned about it. "--that if he did come back, they would kill him again. They told me not to worry about it, and if I wish to leave Earth in one piece, I should leave immediately." She flexed and wiggled her fingers, then sighed--now irritated and frustrated in equal measure. She wanted to kill something. Destroy someone. Maybe a civilization, perhaps a planet, or . . .

--but Mark had a good idea.

"Let us go, then. I'm in need of redirection." She sounded a bit distracted saying it, but like all things, Maiz wanted to control the terms and conditions of any situation she was in, at any given time. She wanted it to be her choice.

She wiped the rest of her blood onto her Battle Armor, particularly onto the thigh guards, then rubbed at her palms with either hand.

She did her best to sound more authoritative and like her usual self: cold and composed, this time around. "I'm sure we can find something to benefit us."

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{{ If you thought I forgot about my other dearest mutual Konabear, you're WRONG. Never forget! NEVER. LOOK AT MY GIRL, SHE'S SO BUFF AND STRONK AND PRETTY!!! THE GRIN!! AAAAA BE STILL MY BEATING HEART!! ALSO-- LOOK AT HER BITCHBABY FOR LIFE, @amitsuma / @kiealer's OC Nargali! (I treasure him with my entire fuckin' heart. Their friendship is SO CUTE FNJVNFJVNJFNVJN. I'm still cackling over Maiz bullying him and it going so wrong he actually goes on a character development arc where he goes to confront his deadbeat ass father and comes back all excitedly and tells her about it. And then she's actually proud of him even though that's not what she wanted lmaooooooooo. XD)

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{{re-posting this beautiful piece of art done by my darling mutual Winslow/Spider @viopolis!! Sometimes when I get frustrated by self-inflicted issues or whatever, all I have to do is look at this and remember I am loved and cherished in this space, as is my girl, Maiz. I'm still highly emotional over this-- thank you, friendo!!! I appreciate your presence on my dash so much!!

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Comfort tiddies and an attempt at space ladee's bacc muscles under the cuuuuuuuut.

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SHE INSPECTED IT FOR A MOMENT--or at least, pretended to, a cruel reply already birthed on the tip of her tongue.

"They lied to you. You look like a distressed rodent with lenses." She paused for effect and then,

"I offer you condolences that you had to find out this way."

If she was a nicer person, this would be called a "witty" response, but she was not. Clearly.

"Or, I would, if I cared about you."

This was plain aggression and pettiness.

His eyes definitely are NOT staring at her butt. "I'm not taking any notes my fashion will never change." He's going to keep being offended that anyone would make fun of his fashion and then came her last words as he quickly raised his volume

"I WILL NOT DO BETTER! I MIGHT DO WORSE ACTUALLY!"

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While we haven't interacted with, I love seeing you on my dash so much!! Maiz seems like a really interesting character and I love learning more and more about her, plus your writing is always so amazing and fun to read over.

Than there's you, you are very sweet and super passionate about your character and writing and I love that. Excited to finally write when we can <333

Before 2024 Ends // sender: @sonchiildren // Always Accepting

{{HI KIA, THIS IS SO LATE, GOMENNNNNNNNNN

I know you haven't been on here lately and I haven't either (for very obvious reasons), until recently but I adoreeeeeee seeing you on the dash too! Whether it's your sensible headcanons, to your cute ocs, to your ooc posts or the art you've been reposting lately (the Son Family is so cute, rahhhhhh), I love it all! I hope you're doing okay and that you can make a comeback soon because I've missed you, oh so much! And thank you for finding Maiz interesting! That's something I've been aiming to do ever since I entered this RPC two years ago (I wish I was here to celebrate last May for her anniversary but IT'S OKAY I'LL DO IT NEXT TIME JDHVBFHVBFH). I also appreciate you finding my writing amazing enough to read over, I'm smiling so much, oh gosh. I'm blushing. You're AMAZING, too. People like you inspire me to be louder about Maiz and how much I love her. ;w; Like yes, I have other DBZ/S muses but!!!! Maiz is my HEART. I'll always come back to my mean space lady!!!! And aaaaaaa, THANK YOUUUUU!!! You're not the first one to pick up on my passion and you won't be the last!! I think it's because I've been a longtime DBZ fan ever since I was a teenager and just. Never. Stopped. And maybe this is me tooting my own horn, but I will say that the willingness to change my mind on things also plays into my enthusiasm for the series? Like I remember saying sometime last year that I didn't like Gine because of what her character implied about Bardock, but a friend and mutual told me something else--and it made me go "oh, okay, I see. You know what, I was probably overthinking it" ;w; So I'm cool with her now. But before that point, I remember REALLY wanting to like her but not liking the framing of her existence or how Bardock 'treated' her. I didn't know what to do with that--but didn't want to be petty and ugly towards Gine, because she didn't and doesn't deserve that--so I did my best to make the dynamic work, more or less, in a DBZ/S fanstory I wrote (that I've long since taken down).

That story is where "modern" Maiz and certain aspects of my Saiyan Lore comes from. Of course, Story!Maiz and RPC!Maiz are two different beasts because I lurked (read: stalked) the DBZ RPC long enough to determine that we need 1) more unique Saiyans with Saiyan Flavoring ::TM::

and 2) Bad guys, but Bad Guys with Nuance who are STILL fun to watch be Horrible (because evil people are people too. SHITTY people, but people. So that factored into me giving Maiz Things to Do when Not Being Shitty).

All in all, thank you for being here, Kia! I'm excited to write with you too! I'm just slow nowadays due to having to allocate brain power to focus on writing instead of stuff I was worried about before. Since the housing issue was a six month situation, I'm readjusting to feeling safe and okay to create again.

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{{Housing sitch update:

One more piece of paperwork and my mom and I will be able to officially move out of the shelter. Yay!!!!

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{{ hi, I was taking time off for myself and relaxing

I'm still working on writing but if anyone was wondering where I was, that's what happened-

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{{ hewwo yes, hi, it's time for your annual ice breaker from me, GT/Tina/whateveryouwannacallme.jpeg because I remember promising that I was gonna do one and then I did not whOOPS

anyway, ice-breaker:

what do you think this rpc needs more of (doesn't have to be dragon ball related, could be any, especially if you're a multimuse or crossover heavy/friendly blog)?

one, two, three--GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

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{{Update On Thing I was Worried About:

Everything Is Okay ::TM::, I can relax now and finally, finally, pour more of my energy into writing. Yaaaaaaaaay.

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another open starter masquerading as writing practice; line taken directly from this list.

"What if I hurt you?"

Her tail swiped behind her. Left, right, left, right, left--

She cocked her arm back with the trained grace of a sniper, fist tighter than it had any right to be. As brisk, calculated steps transformed into a sprint, her entire upper body turned with her--a sign that her next move would be fueled by momentum, a lack of bodily care for the other and what could be considered "Saiyan militancy."

She didn't answer, because she thought it was a stupid question.

After all, if they couldn't handle her... they should've found a weaker opponent.

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an open starter masquerading as writing practice; altered line inspired by this list.

Sometimes the words of others sounded like mindless chatter to her. Other times, when the interest was there, she didn't mind listening--especially if it was to find something she could use against them later. Even rarer, she'd listen just for the sake of it. She was often told--by the few associates she had, nonetheless--that listening wasn't her strongest suit. However, it wasn't the act itself that birthed difficulty, but focus.

Her brain demanded control when derailment happened, entertainment when boredom arose, and amusement where there was none, (arguably). With the way she didn't emote frequently--a reason not visible to others, thanks to dead and weakened facial nerves--she came off as the second option. Her current posture--face in hands, lips in a straight line, and narrowed eyes (as if in deep thought) didn't help matters.

In the middle of the other's person sentence, she asked,

"If I were to commit several atrocities--whatever the term means to you--would you still look at me like you do now?"

Whatever frozen, or rather, unreadable state she seemed to be stuck in, came undone--exemplified by how she stared at the other person consciously (raised brows and all). She recognized it as a sudden question--or perhaps it was related and they were the one that had to catch up and understand why she asked it. Nevertheless, she said it.

Her head was atilt. By a small margin.

She wondered what their answer would be. Believe it or not...

--this was how she got to know people better.

By how they respond to her.

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I've talked about how Planet Kokytus has changed Maiz's blood color from a dark red/blackish-red to a cobalt blue with black tinges before, right?

There's other changes that happened alongside that.

1. Her body temperature was one of those.

Exposure to a climate that's the equivalent of absolute zero (or the closest to it in the DBZ verse) when she wasn't equipped to handle it sent her into shock. She was still in her three cycle (year) long coma at this time, so she could not consciously respond to Kokytan scientists attempting to help her regulate her body temperature. Her fingers and toes would twitch and she'd gasp for air here and there. They realized eventually that the natural coldness of their planet was killing her-or would be again anyway, had she not already die the first time above their skies. They created a device for her that would provide warmth while they operated, but would turn it off every other time. They noticed her blood color changed, as well as the temperature of it. Her blood froze over their tubes. At first, they thought it was an regular omen; a sign that another season was coming, as they have four variations of coldness/"winter".

When they drew her blood again and again, they noticed it kept happening and concluded that she was finally adapting to Kokytus' cold, unconsciously.

They were right.

2. Ki changes and Temperature Irregularities (that became her baseline).

She awoke from her coma after three years (suncycles), at the age of 16. By then, the permanent changes were set in stone: her lips were blackened and cold, her fingers and hands were colder than the rest of her body, and her ki signature (and quality) became heavier, more suffocating. Standing next to her, for a long amount of time, for energy/ki-sensitive muses will cause them to notice an irregularity. Around her, the space feels frostier or distant and oppressive--but away from her, even if it's a couple of steps--lessens the feelings drastically. No matter if it's summer or an equivalent season, it is coldest around Maiz. In other terms--her natural personality and her want (read: need) to control radiates outwards in a literal sense. This causes the heavy ki sensation.

Due to the ki quality (temperature and output) change, she can survive in extremely cold temperatures with no issue, while much hotter ones will cause her to slightly sweat. This means she is much more resistant to heat, but is still somewhat affected by it. 

Fun fact:

If she did not crash-land on Kokytus as a childling (teenager), she'd be similar to Future Trunks, who has heat-based ki.

So, it can be said that her heat resistance is natural, but due to trauma and other circumstances--it's been flipped to the opposite for the time being or delayed indefinitely.