[center][h1][color=cyan][u]B E R Y L[/u][/color][/h1][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][hr][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent] • Unknown City, Planet Baslora • 
[sub][b]Age 762 (Date Unknown)[/b]
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Hovering to Arkos' side as they arrived, Beryl observed the city below: Despite the weak power levels, the place seemed civilized enough. They weren't Galactic-Army levels of advanced, but got along well enough. The Saiyan's words about the people below hiding their power levels could have been an accurate statement... They all did seem beyond weak; She wasn't an extremely powerful fighter herself, and her Power Level probably exceeded the majority of the population of the city combined. Kind of crazy to think about...

[color=cyan]"This might be interesting, if they are actually hiding something."[/color] She added after Quamku's remark, which had amused her a bit. Anything at Namog's expense was usually hilarious, but he didn't seem to be taking it as well. She decided to lay off him as to not get his temper boiling over the top; Namog wasn't above going rogue in her opinion, and if pissed off enough, he might just start killing and risk their lives out of spite. None of them needed that to happen.

[color=violet]"What, do you think they're all going to suddenly become powerful enough to overwhelm Frieza Forces? That's a foolish assumption."[/color] Abbyl questioned, the prospect seeming impossible. 

Beryl tried to ignore Abbyl, but was getting a bit irritated. She was being aggressive today; More than usual, even. Beryl wasn't sure how much more of it she could take without taking action out of frustration. 

Landing with the others, Beryl observed the city and it's people more closely: It reminded her of home, in a way. It'd been awhile since her planet had been taken, but her memories of an easier life remained. Frieza hadn't had much interest in enlisting younger members of the race, so it was lucky for her she lived a fairly long 22 years before being put into Frieza's forces. And those next 3 years that led up to her current situation proved that all of those good years could go downhill real fast.

[color=cyan]"I'll keep aggression to a minimum."[/color] She responded to Arkos' words, not wanting to stir trouble and upset him. Namog didn't seem to take it terribly well, and Beryl nervously stared at him for a moment, expecting him to explode.

Looking away to distract herself, she noted some smaller aliens, whom she assumed were children, as they ran around and chased after each-other. She cracked a smile as she crossed her arms, honestly enjoying the sight. At one point, that was her; Running around carefree, not a care in the world... She wished she could go back to those times. Though, at this point, there was obviously nothing to go back to. A girl could dream, right? That was about any future she'd have would be; A dream. She'd be stuck in service to Frieza until she was dead, probably. And that thought made her angrier than anything she could describe.

'Cept maybe Abbyl.

As Arkos spelled out their plan, Beryl agreed without protest. As expected, Namog did protest; But was quickly shot down as usual. Okay, the last few times didn't seem terribly risky... But now she was afraid Arkos was pushing their luck. Yeah, Namog usually stood down... But letting him go on his own was a terrible idea. Knowing their luck, he'd go and start beating the hell out of someone and get the group into trouble. He wasn't good at dealing with his temper; The guy always needed an outlet. And that outlet was usually something to punch in the face.

Arms still crossed, she approached Arkos as he looked her way: Expression straight, mixed between her aggression towards those two idiots and the fondness she had for the Saiyan over the rest of the group. She sighed, shaking her head slowly. [color=cyan]"You realize Namog can't be trusted alone, don't you?"[/color] She questioned, not trying to treat him like he really didn't know, but he seemed okay with letting him wander off. Abbyl and Quamku she could understand; They were a bit more indirect, though Abbyl could be forceful when trying to get her information. Guess they could really only trust Quamku to behave himself. [color=cyan]"Shall I go babysit and ensure he doesn't... Be Namog?"[/color] She added as another question, figuring it'd be wise to keep her eye on him. 

If anything, she could pull Namog away from the city. If he needed to vent, she'd fight him herself; It'd be a good training exercise, anyways. Arkos would probably note that Namog had a bit of an advantage in power against her, but she didn't seem to note it herself: She was capable of taking care of her own business, packing a bit of her own pride, in a way. Certainly nowhere as stubborn or obsessive over combat against strong foes as the Saiyan before her was, however.