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Post by Imakai on Jun 7, 2018 12:36:56 GMT -6
Imakai mentally shrugged concerning her short time on earth. This trip was not about her but verifying that Kansa had made it to safety and was in a good situation. By the sounds of it he had even found a wonderful case study in this Saiyan gardener. “Such a unique find, Kansa. Hopefully your observations will lead to good conclusions. I would be interested in whatever you can uncover to solve this mystery over where Topaeo’s wealth of strength comes from.” Looking around the garden she smiled as she saw the obvious skill that had gone into its care. “Maybe it comes from the growing things…”, she mused out loud as she stooped to sit by the pond. Letting her fingers dabble a bit in the water, she saw the lily was ready to bloom but at this time of day the flower was shut up tight. “Like… most Saiyans I have viewed seem to live for battle. It as if the fighting makes them stronger and stronger. They need it to grow, almost to live.” She considered it a strange way of life but understood that this was how it was with waring species. She looked up to Kansa before continuing with her postulate. “But your friend”, she smiled as she said the word for it might have been the first time she had ever heard him call anyone by that term. “Well he has not been obsessed with war, but filled with encouraging life to grow and bloom and yield a harvest. Perhaps he is a bit like the Kaiju and cannot deny his need to nurture life to grow…” She let her fingers dabble back into the water wondering if the gardener had thought to put fish in the pond.
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Post by Kansa on Jun 7, 2018 14:42:43 GMT -6
Kansa ran a thumb down his jawline as he considered her words before tilting his slightly. “Well to give credit where credit is due the Saiyans have changed a great deal. I doubt Topaeo would have survived in their culture of old. These days his race pursue a greater and wider variety of things, they are no longer the conquering Empire of old but rather a far more peaceful Kingdom which engages in diplomatic relations and mutually beneficial trade with other worlds.” he commented “I suppose we should thank the Namekians for the wondrous effect their spiritual influence had on Planet Vegeta.”
Considering her point Kansa shrugged slightly. “I fear his Saiyan heritage may get the better of him in the coming days.” he admitted to Imakai “He has been obsessing over revenge for his world, for his ruined gardens and for all the Arcosians have done to him. He has made some rather alarming and visceral threats.”
Sighing the Shinjin crossed the garden, occasionally letting his hands brush lightly over the taller flowers as he passed them. “Watch out the Koi bite sometimes.” he told Imakai in a deadpan voice as he walked past her.
Sitting down in the pavilion Kansa pondered the possible fates that could befall his friend and sighed with a shake of his head. “I simply hope his gentler nature prevails in the face of all that is going to happen with the Saiyan faction here on Earth.”
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Post by Imakai on Jun 9, 2018 10:53:32 GMT -6
Imakai couldn’t deny the truth of his words for more than likely Topaeo would never have been given the opportunity to become a professional gardener. Slaves would have been tasked with grounds keeping. Maybe growing up in the old Saiyan manner would have changed his personality, who knew? It was an old argument and pointless to conjecture for no one could really say what was more important in personality development, nature or nurture. She was of the opinion that it was probably both. But then Shinjin were different, she was grown this way and so far 1000 years of nurturing hadn’t quelled her precocious nature much if at all.
She reviewed in her mind the drastic change in the Saiyan culture had undergone, ending slavery, releasing conquered planets. They even had stopped sending their young ones off in pods to conquer distant worlds. It was quite the change giving the argument for nurturing as being the more dominant catalyst. She shook her head realizing that even she could not ignore the counter arguments. Who would have ever believed such a complete transformation of an entire species would be possible? And now with the attack by the Arcosians all of that hung in the balance. Kansa’s words penetrated her thoughts, even though they were so casually dropped on her.
“Huh?”, she asked hastily withdrawing her fingers from the pool. She glared into the waters as though some monstrous and tooth ridden fish would leap from the pond to devour her whole. Perhaps she would join him in the pavilion. Rising to her feet she walked to the small open structure and stepped up onto the flooring before going to sit on the railing that was all around the platform. With her feet dangling in the air, her hands clutched the wood of the railing while she adjusted her balance. Safe from watery predators, her thoughts quickly returned to the topic at hand.
“Do you suppose that both the Arcosians and the Saiyan will make Earth their new battlegrounds Kansa?” She folded her hands into her lap and looked at her supervisor for answers. It would be a tragedy if the conflict between the two cultures destroyed this world. There ought to be something they could do. But then everything they believed commanded that they refrain from meddling. She sighed heavily hating the thought of Topaeo being turned into just another warmonger and she had not even met the man. There was really not much sense in questioning Kansa on the matter. She had asked these questions before and been given the same answer time and time again. They were observers. Period.
Her eyes studied his face as a new thought entered her mind. Sure, their place in the course of time was fixed and immutable, but then she had never heard him call anyone friend before. “What will you do if some danger comes to Topaeo, Kansa?”
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Post by Kansa on Jun 9, 2018 12:38:56 GMT -6
“I think it’s inevitable.”
Kansa stared out beyond the pavillion into the starry sky above. A sad expression had found it’s way onto the Shinjin’s face. The worry had been eating at him for awhile by this point. In his short time here he had come to have a deep appreciation for this world and the mortals who made it their home… he didn’t want to see it burn due to the war of outsiders.
“The Saiyan race are formidable warriors capable of wrecking great destruction whether that is their goal or not. The Arcosians are beings of extraordinary power who have eradicated worlds that stood in their way, not to mention the legions they have at their beck and call who serve their World Trade Fleet organisation.” he said softly. “Meanwhile while Earth certainly has it’s warriors, some of which are quite impressive, their race as a whole is not a combative one. I also have yet to see any real organisation of any size that could serve as a defense force for this planet.”
The Shinjin clasped his hands, the interlacing fingers cracking slightly under the force of the grip, as he kept his eyes fixed upon a point in the sky above them.
“I fear for this world and it’s people. I fear that Earth’s potential heroes will not rise in time to protect its people.” he admitted quietly. Only to Imakai could he let these thoughts become words. Even Topaeo could not know of his position. To the mortal’s of this realm he had to remain unyielding, unchanging, impartial and simply beyond their politics and troubles. That’s what it meant to be Shinjin… that’s what it meant to be an Observer… right?
‘Right’. The word had become more and more prevalent as time went on when it came to pondering his own role and place in things. What had happened? He could feel himself changing. He could feel himself slipping. He wished he could consult his mentor, the Kais, the Kaiōshin themselves. For Heaven’s sake why was there’s a detailed rulebook, an expansive guide, on how they were meant to behave? “Impartial”, “Neutral”. “Observers”. These words were not enough. When was it enough that the Observer become an interactor. How far did things have to go before the Gods of All Creation involved themselves? A threat to the entire Universe? A Galaxy? A Solar System? A planet? A Life? When was enough, enough? He didn’t know. That was the problem. Never before in his 11,000 years had Kansa known such uncertainty. Never before had his position in the cosmos been less than concrete.
‘What do I do?’
Letting out a deep sigh the man closed his eyes when his fellow Shinjin’s final question reached his ears and it was certainly a significant one, one he’d pondered himself lately. More and more lately it seemed. What would he do? The obvious answer was that he’d do nothing but was it honest? Kansa pictured an Arcosian doing to Topaeo what he had seen one do that child on Vegeta. His grip tightened around his own fingers, the Shinjin’s body trembled momentarily with fury. He waited a few seconds until he was calm once more before answering.
“I don’t know.”
Standing up he walked back towards the house. “It’s late. We should get some sleep.” he said softly as he passed Imakai.
‘I just don’t know.’
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Post by Imakai on Jun 10, 2018 13:46:44 GMT -6
While he painted a pretty grim picture of the future here on this world, she could not doubt his words in the least. She had seen the might of both parties in action, well from the observatory but it was certainly accurate. Not for the first time did she wonder about the wisdom involved in sending Kansa to the mortal realm. The whole point was to provide him growth, to develop more empathy for those we observe, she thought. What was the point of empathy if you didn’t use it? Wouldn’t it be better for a race of people who refused to participate to feel nothing? Why even have emotions, something they were born with direct from the Kaiju Tree, if they were not to figure into the mix? If you felt hot, you took steps to cool down. If you felt hunger, you ate. And if you felt sympathy you what, tuned out and stopped watching? Well yes, that was exactly what they did, along with extra meditative exercises to refocus their purpose.
Old arguments, everyone. She kept her peace and listened focusing upon his reactions to help lead her to the right conclusions. As he laid out his dire assessments she noted it was not an easy thing for him to do. Quite different from his usual placid recitations on various species or anomalies he had observed, that was for sure. She had no doubt that his submersion in this mortal realm was to credit. ’it was horrible’, his telepathic words surfaced in her memory. So was his vision of the future. It was terrible and they had seen it countless times before now. Ultimately she knew they would do what they always did; nothing.
He became quiet suddenly lost in his own thoughts, and she slipped from the railing to stand upon the decking of the pavilion waiting for his reply. When it came she felt as though the world had been kicked out from under her feet. At his age, if he didn’t know the answer to that most basic of questions, then what chance did she have of finding one? A number of heresies rose to mind, any of which could get her recycled for training if she was lucky. She shied from those that might earn worse. That was a darkness she had no desire to enter. Announcing that it was time for bed, her supervisor rose and walked on past her exiting the pavilion. “Yeah I guess whatever comes it is best to face the day well rested”, she replied unsure what to really say. She inhaled deeply for a moment before following along behind.
Naturally her mind would not so readily dismiss the topic and she worried thoughts over and over as they walked to the house. “Kansa”, she said at last pausing at the back door. “You know, I am sure you will think of something that is right to do. I mean just our being here influences the world around us, the people we talk too, the things we consume. They have real repercussions to those in this realm. These are small occurrences that are permitted and do not decide the fate of these mortals. Surely other small things will come to you in time.” It was a weak salve for fear, she knew it in her heart of hearts. But just as surely as she felt there would be a time in her life when she would come into her own, she had faith in Kansa to work through this dilemma.
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Post by Kansa on Jun 10, 2018 18:22:45 GMT -6
They had been speaking for hours. For many, many hours and Topaeo had still not returned. He was likely busy doing a favour for the owner of the Jasmine Tea Room and wouldn't be back til later. In truth it was only starting to go dark but it had been a long day and he doubted Imakai had got much rest on her way here.
Kansa was still pondering the limited paths which were certainly open to him and daring to considering the roads that he should have cast aside all thoughts of walking upon. Imakai spoke to him as she topped at the backdoor. She spoke of small actions that may be permissible so long as they did not affect fate. She did not understand. Even such little things could alter the flow. The fact that Kansa was allowed to live amongst mortals at all, albeit for a short period of time, had actually been a huge step towards uncertain territories. The permission that his mentor had secured to allow such a thing came from far above his pay grade... all the way above.
What could he do? Well he had said already hadn't he? He didn't know. All he could do was keep all paths open so that when the moment came he could choose what seemed best... what was most correct. He paused and glanced over his shoulder at the other Shinjin.
"We begin training in the morning." he told her before turning away and ascending the stairs.
He would be ready
OOC: Thread End
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Post by Imakai on Jun 10, 2018 21:56:04 GMT -6
Imakai made sure to shut the door behind her as Kansa went off to his upstairs room. In truth she was exhausted, so much had happened in such a short time and she was unused to that steady level of excitement. Some sleep sounded like a great idea. Wandering down the hallway, she entered her room moving to sit on the edge of the futon. Kicking her boots off, they fell to the floor, the tops lying over in a heap looking every bit as tired as she felt. It certainly was a much more somber end to the day than earlier when she realized she had located Kansa at last.
Flopping back against the duvet, she just stared up at the ceiling wishing she was beneath the limbs of the Kaiju Tree.
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