Velaaru_of_Illea

@jungala: @schlampe:

Vel held up her bottom lip in something crossing between a grimace and a pout, as adorable as it was menacing. She turned to glance at Jungala, giving her a look that spoke only of mixed feelings -- whether to ask for aid or to shoo the amazon away.

She finally inhaled, softening her voice and looking back at Trinity. "I was a different girl, then. I was afraid. I'm still afraid of you. I'm afraid all the time, of everything. I live in constant fear." She chewed her lip, breathing out through her nose. "But Kelly had less powers than you did, barely more than a human."

@schlampe:

The illian girl huffed, tail lashing in aggravation. "I am a fighter! A warrior! I've done things that make me sick to my stomach and you get off saying that I don't have it in me?" Her brow furrowed, teeth gritting. The sudden flare of her anger was remarkably out-of-character, even for the more hardened Vel'aaru that had left the Necrommander's flagship. "If I don't have it in me, then why did I beat you so easily? Kelly wasn't the one who took your powers, Trinity. I was."

@crazy_eights: Ohhh, that's why "eights." I get it.

Vel'aaru blinked at the normally taciturn Trinity's flurry of verbosity, a good deal of it managing to go over her head. The illian girl had issues on her own when it came to the English language, moreso the nuances of metaphor. The concept of a reverse-deconstructed metaphor was confusing in the extreme -- but still, the plucky alien girl hopped off of her stool, finished her milk, and began to obediently follow behind. She needed her ship, as it was her only hope of returning to Illea... not to mention her only hope of safely getting the savage giant, Jungala, off of this planet that had become her prison.

"Why do you think I will fail?" she asked softly, seizing onto one of the few of Trinity's sentences she understood well enough to reply to. "I have survived against some of the Imperium's greatest warriors -- why do you believe that Zedracus will be too challenging for me to defeat? I have fought, bled, and killed to get where I am now. I'm not proud of it. But I don't plan to lose." She chewed her lip, tail lashing idly and expressing some mild agitation -- mostly based in her own concerns that she may be in over her head on Battleworld. Nonetheless, she began to lead the ex-Destructor onward, quickly gripping her with the Void and teleporting both to her quarters on the gladiatorial moon.

@pyrogram: Suuure you will.

@pyrogram: o-o

@naamah_obyzouth: *boop*

@the_superior_sapien:

[ Go right for it. ^.^ ]

@schlampe:

The illian nodded slowly, her expression forming into a sort of pout as she listened to the girl speak. A new part of her, the hardened part that had only started to surface after she was left alone by Lady Liberty, nagged at the back of her mind that if Malicia -- err, Trinity -- had renounced Nordok, she may be a veritable wellspring of information. Maybe even make her crusade against Zedracus unnecessary.

But she couldn't think that way. Trinity was her friend, not a tool or a weapon, and now she was on the good guys' side! At least... probably. "Seems like there's no chance of getting the gang back together then," she said, a little wisp of nostalgic sorrow in her alien-accented voice. "What are you doing on Battleworld? This place is horrible. I've already liberated two people who were forced into gladiatorial combat and I feel that I may be only scratching the surface of the nnaraz."

A nnaraz, of course, being a mineral deposit found in Illea's scalding waters, a valuable commodity that lent itself in part to the nutrient injections that sustained the planet's people. Since they floated, much like D-082's ambergris, it was frequent that only island-like tips of the bloated masses were seen at any one time.

Liz Sroka :3

@cutthroatbitch: Vel was 5'10" to start with. Over her year out-of-action she grew 1 inch. :o

Edit: She was always portrayed as "shorter" next to the 6ft+ Lady Liberty.