A Lesson in Earth Cultivation

"Oph! Terrphyn!" Synthesia called the skater's name with a wave, his mouth full of banana. He seemed oddly resistant to his scolding, simply giving him a wave at his question. A true genius didn't need to explain himself. He read that in a book. At least, he thought he did.

As soon as Terryn got up to the same branch as him, Synthesia scooted back a little bit and tapped the spot beside him. "C'mon, buddy. I live in forests. You think I know how to find buildings?" Synthesia laughed at him. "It's fine, it's fine. I'll take down this tree later _maybe." He mumbled the last bit. "Anyways, that's not important. I came here to see you! Aren't you honored? You were on T.V! That's pretty cool." He nodded, swinging his legs back and forth over the tree.

He tossed the banana peel off the edge of the tree. It flew through the air and landed perfectly in a garbage can below. No littering for him. He reached up and grabbed two more, tossing one to Terryn. "Here, have one." He didn't really care wether or not Terryn ate it, as evidenced by the fact that he was already unpeeling his new banana. "So, Mr. Protector of the World"

Synthesia spread his arm out towards the cityscape below him. "Leader of the Pride-whatevers, so on, whatever. Titles, right? I don't really care much about them, to be honest." Synthesia took a bite of his banana. "You're pretty strong now, though. Maybe even as strong as I am when I'm trying. That's pretty good! You should be proud. But, even then, are you sure you can handle that whole 'protector of the world' thing?"

"I think humans are alright, but some are better than others, right? Lots of humans destroy forests and kill animals, but many of them do the opposite, and try and be kind to animals, preserve forests, so on and so forth." Synthesia flipped his head over to Terryn, a sly smile on his face. "Despite what you may think, I don't want humans to go away. But, I do want you to tell me how exactly you plan to protect the earth. I won't judge. Much."

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"Oh phreally? Phat's how you think?" Synthesia spoke, taking a bite of his snack. He swallowed and continued. "I don't think you know what that means." Synthesia rested his head on his hand, looking out at the city. "What're you preventing, really? Your little group of friends can always only arrive after the damage is done, after everything already happens. If a city isn't blown up and villains aren't rampaging, what can you do? Nothing. You gotta wait till that stuff does happen before you can do anything. Doesn't really seem like prevention to me, don't you think?"

Synthesia shot Terryn a sidelong glance before continuing. "Preventing would be kicking out those Saiyans or whatever so that fleet doesn't come here. Preventing would be kicking out demonic energy sources before they can do any harm. Prevention would be wiping out those weird bug dudes 'cos all they do is conquer stuff. That's preventing." Synthesia waved his hand aside. "I have a feeling you don't want to do any of that. To be fair, neither do I... but you need to keep it in mind." Synthesia took another bite of his banana.

"I don't think that your little group of friends is a bad thing. Not at all, really. I'm happy there's people like me who love earth!" Synthesia pounded his chest with his free hand, taking the last bite of his banana and tossing into the trash can far below. "But I think you need to know the limits of your little group. More members, random citizens who you're calling to be 'heroes,' that's great and all, but it doesn't matter how vast your numbers are if someone destroys a city and then you engage them. Sure, you might make them do less damage, but they're still doing damage." Synthesia leaned back in his branch, staring up at the sky as he spoke.

"My pretty forests, plants, caves, trees, they're things that take millions and millions of years to form. Animals are just as much my family as your mom or dad are! You can't rebuild those like you can rebuild cities. That's why I know about keeping stuff safe, and preventing damage before it ever happens." Synthesia raised his hands into the air with a smile, feeling the cold air against his skin.

"You can't just say that you're going to fight them when they come around. You can't just say you're gonna stop bad guys. If you seriously think that's how easy it is, you're not going to be enough." Synthesia wagged his finger at Terryn. "If you're serious about this, if you seriously wanna make a difference, I'm all for it. I'll even join you, if that's what you need. But, don't think with your muscles. I'm sure us two could come up with something better if we used our brains, yeah?"

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Synthesia listened intently to Terryn's words. Without another word, he jumped up from his branch and landed on his feet, crouching down and wrapping his arms around his knees. Of course he knew about Satan City. Who didn't? It was horrendous. Horrendous. And Synthesia had let it happen. He let them romp over the city whilst he was away, let them corrupt his lands. "...That's very brave of you, to have fought her on your own like that." Synthesia spoke softly, contemplating his own choices.

But contemplating would only get you so far. As much as Synthesia spouted hot air, as much as he thought himself superior, he realized that he wasn't a man of his word. What right did he have to criticize Terryn, who was trying his best out there to make a difference? He didn't have any right at all, that's what. For once, Synthesia shot Terryn a genuine smile, no backhanded sass, no underhanded snark.

"You know, I don't work with humans much. They aren't reliable, and they cause a lot of damage even when they're trying to help. You're a bunch of lazy good-for-nothings who create fancy gadgets because you can't do things yourself. You litter, you destroy ecosystems, you backstab eachother, terrible stuff." Synthesia stood from his spot, placing his hand on the trunk of the tree as he smiled out at the cityscape below him.

"But you guys keep trucking on, living, thriving, doing whatever you want. As much as you all are reprehensible, I think that a lot of you have a lot of good in you. I think that if you're still here, the world clearly wants you here. Staring at this giant threat coming towards us, I can see why! You guys are strong. Real strong. So, maybe for now, I wouldn't mind teaming up with you. I'll join your little group, become a hero, I guess you would say. Let's take back that city, alright?"

He leaned down and extended his hand towards the seated Terryn, still beaming at his one human friend. 

"Don't let me down, okay?"

TAGS: Captain Terryn
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"Yeah. Maybe we will."

The short and to-the-point answer was uncharacteristic of Synthesia. He stared out at the city, casting his awfully scrutinizing gaze over it's civilians. It was almost as if he were staring into their very souls. He stood on his branch and looked out, his hair whipping around in the biting mountain winds.

"People," He waved his arm out over the city. "Usually don't need to think about death untill it's right in front of them. Someone they know or care about dies, and suddenly, they remember that it's something that happens all the time in this world." Synthesia turned his head down to look at the Captain, gauging his reaction.

"But!" Synthesia held his finger up with a sly smile. "I'm not a human." He stared down at his hands, taking in the skin that rest there. The false skin, an illusion to be more like the humans of whom Synthesia admired. But, alas, no matter how flawless your fabrication, it wouldn't give you the traits of the real thing. The 'thing' in question? Longevity.

"...You must know. Plants don't live all that long." He patted the tree in which they sat. "Of course, sometimes, there's exceptions. But pretty flowers, the leaves on trees... They're around for only a few months before they just... fade away. Die out. Have nature take it's course on them." He crossed his arms and turned towards Terryn fully, his standoffish and arrogant gaze subdued far more than it should've been.

"...So. I'm like them. How many years do I have left in me? Ten? Five? Just one? I don't know. I'll never know. Maybe one day, one day I'll wake up, and I'll look down and my body's decomposing, and, and there's nothing I can do to stop it. Maybe you'll find me, and all you'll get is a pile of rotting leaves, and you'll just need to accept that, hey, that's your friend over there..." Synthesia spoke with almost a sort of frantic fear, rushing out the sentence as if he needed to vanquish it from existence.

"...So. So yeah. I don't know how long I have, Terryn." Synthesia stared down at his feet, wiggling his toes like a child would. "...I wasn't given the privilege of living long and happy like a human. It's just... not possible for me. But even then, even if I won't live long enough to see them flourish, I have dreams too. Just like any human would."

Synthesia raised his arms to the sky, his face an unreadable mix of serenity and acceptance and childlike fear and wonder. "I want to see the world prosper. I want to see it beautiful, with things living in harmony. I want to see it. But... but maybe I won't. Maybe I won't." He dropped his arms and let out a halfhearted chuckle. "If I need to die to make that happen, if I need to die to make sure that my wishes are fulfilled in the end, then I'll gladly give my life to do it. After all, if I don't, then there wasn't any meaning to it at all, right?"

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