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Geryuganshoop blinked as some of the water hit him. He moved slightly to see Boros examine the weather, coughing a little more. The previous events played around in his head, with everything passing by as an invigorating moment.

"Did I do well...my lord?" He asked quietly.

Boros looked over to see him, a huge sigh of relief to see him okay.

"Yes, you've certainly shown yourself to be something else," she complimented, caressing his face, "Are you okay? Any medical attention needed?"

He shook his head to her surprise, adjusting his position and sitting up properly.

"Everything hurts, but I can still move..." he muttered quietly, slowly standing up with the help of Boros.

She chuckled, supporting him with an arm, "Looks like we're only scratching the surface of your strength. A surface I would want to go in as deep as possible. I think we both know that, right?" She asked.

He nodded, before looking around to see the rain.

"Yes my lord, now can I rest?" He pleaded, "Just because I can stand doesn't mean I want to, and we're seemingly infatuated by the weather."

Boros smiled and payed down, with Geryuganshoop laying on the floor next to her and his head on the root of a tree. They relaxed for several minutes, enjoying the peaceful rain. It felt so odd, creating a chilly yet enjoyable feeling. It was too pitiful to be a storm, but something said that wasn't trying to be. They would occasionally glance at each other, but focusing more on the weather. After a certain point Boros looked over at him, interlacing her fingers as she thought of a question. She wanted to do so, just to hear him say something interesting and insightful.

"Geryuganshoop, how would you describe these kind of moments? What is in that head of yours, other than a brain of course," She whispered.

He paused, looking at Boros' curious eyes.

"Not much. Just some daily stresses that's all. This gives me some thinking time, and time to distract myself with such thrilling experiences. It makes me enjoy your company, or maybe you just really the films I like," he answered, "Ah that reminds me, our fellow pirates and workers are now scared of me, apparently word has gotten out about our fight, now they look at me as if I was unstoppable, how can I deal with that?"

Boros stood silently as her expression changed. She readjusted herself, now laying on her side with in a more vulnerable position. Geryuganshoop looked at her slowly fading smile, curious to see her answer.

"My apologies, please forgive me Geryuganshoop. I didn't account for this...," she answered, solemnly

Geryuganshoop tilted his head, almost confused. "What do you mean?"

"I've isolated you in a shell of fear. Not many will even want to talk to you after this, let alone be with you. You're too strong for them," she explained, crossing both of her arms, "I didn't account for this and now you'll be alone like me. You'll be...unable to truly meet someone else, but rather you'll see fear. I-I'm sorry."

Geryuganshoop looked onward to the clouds silently. Boros watched as he looked down and close his eyes.

"I'm-"

"It's okay," Geryuganshoop responded, laying his head on the dirt.

Boros placed her hand on his shoulder, comforting him.

He shifted his body towards Boros, putting a tentacle onto her right arm. "No really, it's okay. I'm not that bothered by it. I don't talk to many people, only rarely with people of similar ranks. Even then I've never been one to have friends. All I have is my work. I have no one to stop enjoying my time with, other than you. You're my friend, and you don't fear me. You're the only person I've invested so much time with, and the only person I care about, Boros."

Boros jaw dropped, dumbfounded by his words. His was almost shaky, almost vulnerable. More importantly it felt honest, raw even. Her clueless expression was met with a giggle that made her laugh a little. He wasn't that different after all. He had a hobby, but no real fire like her. He was someone that doesn't have those lively experiences that most creatures talked about. He was taking in these new experiences, like her. They were alone, in power, and in experience.

"I care about you too, or maybe we have the same taste in films," She whispered jokingly, with a small smile.

Geryuganshoop also smiled, leaning over to nestle into the tree. Boros' hand trailed down his shoulder to a tentacle, then pulling him closely to the point that they were close to each other. They kept staring at each other, communicating and reading beyond words. It soothed the sense of anxiousness the both of them had, almost as if their reflection in the other's eyes was pure candy.

Their thoughts were interrupted as the rain started to pick up. A few leaves hit Geryuganshoop's mouth, which caused him wipe his face and spit them out.

"Speaking of films, do you want to watch some? The weather is starting to get annoying." He plead.

Boros smirked and stood up, to which Geryuganshoop did the same. She failed to realize how her hair was all wet, which was definitely disgusting which earned a discomforting groan with several strands getting into her eye. Geryuganshoop noticed and focused his telekinesis powers onto her head, quickly removing most of the water, returning it to it's usual spiky form.

"Heh, thanks. I'm starting to grow impatient with this weather myself. Anyways, care to take a trip?" She proposed.

Geryuganshoop was confused until he grabbed her by the shoulder. Boros chuckled before running back to the ship, going at speeds she forgot that she could go in. Geryuganshoop held on tightly, holding her tightly due to the strain it put onto him. Despite the struggle he was able looked in awe at what he saw. From his perspective the rain looked stretched, as if they were going so fast that light could not fully project itself onto the rain. It was certainly a spectacle, going at speeds only rivaled by her punches. By simply unshackling herself, Boros can go beyond the seemingly impossible.

After what felt like a fraction of a millisecond, they arrived at the entrance of her room. She opened it and walked inside, then allowing Geryuganshoop to let go as his since his heart started to race.

"Make yourself comfortable, I'll put on some clothing to look more acceptable," she said.

Boros trailed off to a section of her huge room, allowing Geryuganshoop to take a breath. He looked over at each section of the room, the lavishness of it already being more manageable, yet he still felt dirty, maybe that was the rain or because he would be lucky to have anything close to this. Maybe a little bit of both.

He promptly asked, "My- um Boros, do you have any way I can easily clean myself? I don't want to dispose of my water in your room," with a nervous look on his face.

"Go to my bathroom and grab a towel, and thanks for reminding me, I merely forgot," she mentioned, going to him with clothing in her hand.

She walked past him, going to a side of her room with a door. She opened it and entered, with Geryuganshoop behind her. Boros turned on the lights to her bathroom, with him looking in awe. It was fantastical, almost something in a work of art. From the materials used to the sheer amount of things in it, the room already made his jaw drop.

Boros grabbed two towels and handed one over to him. It was a fine size, but his telekinesis certainly sped up the process. He just took the water and blood off of his skin and had his towel absorb it. By the time he was done he placed the towel on a polished counter and looked over to Boros, who was already putting on her clothing. Just like last it was white baggy pants, but the shirt was more stylized than the one she wore previously, with precisely place nice yellow stripes that complimented the purple. It was certainly flattering.

"So are you ready to watch some films?" She asked.

"Of course," he remarked confidently.

Asriel's Room

Dead ends. She did work for nothing. The worst kind of work two. Scooping up small remnants of blood in annoying weather to study in your make-shift lab kind of work. And there was still not much. There were certain patterns that was correlated with strength, but none of them explained the ability to tenfold your own strength. There was no gene that was associated with it. Nothing that can be searched provide results. No, it can't be like this.

Asriel threw a book at the wall in frustration. There was nothing! How could she beat Boros if she couldn't increase her strength as fast as her little second in command. It was agonizing, almost like running into a brick wall. Asriel then banged her head on the wall, before noticing her medals again. The jagged one, the one that she had kept above all the others was signed. Signed by two names. Him, and death itself.

No. She could still increase, she'd just have to try harder than him. She'd have to increase through fighting. Asriel can keep fighting Groribas, then maybe go a level beyond that. She'll be so powerupful that when Boros feels the most comfortable, when that piece of shit is happiest in life, Asriel can take her home world from her. She couldn't cheat it. It was gonna have to be fair, like the gladiator fights in her home world. This time though, Boros will lose.

Fuck, this was starting to be a little much, she needed a drink.

Morphis' Room

Morphis drank his little beverages as he read his little online book. It was a cute sci-if book, which was ironic considering where he was and that it had drawings of nice aliens. He was distracted by the world within the page, until he heard a knock. Somebody knocked on his door, to which he sighed and opened it himself, revealing a tired Asriel with alcohol.

"Hey, Morphis, how's it goin'? Wanna drink?" She asked.

"Umm...I was drinking already but if you want to stay in my room sure," he answered.

Morphis sat on his bed with his bottle and started drinking. He looked over to Asriel, who almost looked dead. Did she cram a weeks work in a day or something? Maybe she's just tired.

"So Asriel, what's with the odd behavior recently? You've been acting odd," he asked.

She paced around the room, chugging her beverage. "It's getting annoying, that's for fuckin sure," she mumbled, already too drunk, " I can't get super strong...and I'm scared? No."

Morphis paused, realizing that she must have consumed too much. He calmed down internally, realizing that he'd have to be careful.

"Why...are you scared?" he asked politely.

Asriel came to a stop and looked at Morphis. He waited quietly, hoping that he didn't set off a drunk Asriel.

"No, I'm not scared. I'm fuckin weak and that cunt Boros isn't," she whined

"Asriel calm down. I didn't know you hated Boros that much, but look at it like this. Everyone else is weaker than Boros, and you beat Groribas, meaning you're not weak. You don't have to make so much fuss over this. Besides, why would you want to be stronger than Boros?" Morphis asked.

"She needs to pay!" Asriel yelled, getting more agressive by the second, "Pay, pay, yeah! Ms. Dominator killed my world, and I wanna kill her! Pay!"

"Oh...I get it," he admitted, twiddling his thumbs, "but...that's impossible. I'm sorry, but no one here can kill Boros. Don't worry. If you want to get stronger, I'll help you. Maybe with better powers, you can negotiate something? Like a deal," he proposed, to which Asriel face planted herself onto the bed.

She then nodded, to the delight of Morphis. "Thanks Morphis. Fuck you, see you tomorrow. Sorry for being rude..." she apologized, falling asleep.

Morphis sighed as he pulled up a chair in his room and sat on it. Huh, she really hates Boros. He never really liked her, more terrifying than anything, but hey. Asriel is his friend. They worked on projects together, gambled together, and drank together. If she was going to get stronger, he can support her. He wasn't going to report it, so might as well just help her. He certainly wasn't going to sleep in a chair though. He got out and grabbed Asriel before placing her in the chair before going into his bed.

Good night.