Chapter 3, Part 3: Dance with the Devil May 8, 2019 16:13:57 GMT -6
Post by Oboe on May 8, 2019 16:13:57 GMT -6
Power Level: 100
Time had steadily continued forth on Planet Namek with little to no issue since the Saiyans and WTF had left the planet’s surface. The Age of Oros had begun with the appointment of the new Guru – Oboe of Clan Oros – and the people of Namek were preparing themselves for the inevitable era of Peace and Prosperity a new Guru normally ushered in. Things were finally starting to look good for the Namekians, yet beneath the surface something sinister remained. A darkness that had remained since the departure of both the Saiyans and the World Trade Fleet from their soil.
Oboe had been sensing the being for nearly a month; His return to Namek had left him with a much-improved sense of his planet, its people and the goings on. In fact, ever since he’d risen to the rank of Guru, the Sage had been able to detect this malevolent stain upon his world with more intensity than he’d felt before. Though, after his meeting with Fenrir Wolf – Oboe was more on the apprehensive side to encounter the source of his concern. Over the weeks, strange occurrences had been occurring across the planet in a steady, calculated pace. Though unsure of the direct cause of this disturbance, as he could nary sense anything out of the ordinary – a Darkness kept him on edge and now, with his body finally acclimated to the new powers of being Guru – Oboe would engage this unknown threat with civility and clarity.
Already, having awoke earlier in the day than usual, Oboe was flying across his planet. His eyes were busy looking left and right, gazing at the surface below in the hopes of discovering the source of his worry. It’d been half a day already and the Sage was no closer to finding his target than he had been upon leaving his home early in the day. It was clearly harder to find a needle when it was hiding clear in the haystack. After another hour of searching, Oboe finally came to levitate downward towards the landscape below.
While nearby the Temple of Porunga, Oboe had no real reason to examine the place – as well – he felt that whomever was slowly causing destruction on his home world, they’d not be so silly as to go to the most populate and visited locale on the entire planet. Coming to rest atop a small crag in the middle of the field, the Young Guru would sigh before removing a water-skin from his side. The day was humid, more so than normal, and Muggy. A combination that would be uncomfortable for any sentient. Unaware was Oboe – that he may have been closer to his discovery than he’d originally thought.