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Post by Bridgett Nedrag on Feb 10, 2018 22:33:03 GMT -6
The southern islands where something like a home to Bridgett. Mostly from the fact that she spent so much time wandering there searching for this island that the journal that was in her pack spoke of. Yet like ninety percent of all of all of her movements back and forth across the islands there was little to nothing to go on from her travelling. Her flight through the air stopped as she moved and landed upon an vegetated island. Moving past a few trees she used a small bit of ki to clear herself an area so that she could begin to settle down and read the journal once again. :: Ok now what the hell did they mean by all these words. Honestly I swear great great grandmother you are a freaking lunatic. ::
Inhaling and exhaling she moved to a log and picked it up. Hefting the large log up onto her shoulder she walked with it near the center of the clearing she made. Slamming it down she chopped a few branches off using her fists and tossed them into a pile. Raising her hand after she finished tossing the pile of wood she fired off a blast of ki directly into the pile igniting the wood. The now crackling fire allowed her to begin to settle down once again. Tossing her pack onto the ground she took a seat beside it and near enough to the fire in order to feel its warmth but not get burnt by it.
Smelling the slowly charring wood in the air she smiled as she pulled the journal out from her pack. Pulling it around she opened it back up to the diagrams and the instructions to find this hidden location. Shaking her head as she read it for in her mind the millionth time. "Damnit all... You made everything else so easy to learn except for this and for this technique that you spoke of. A technique that never fails to cut through an opponent or the opponents defenses. Something like that could be helpful should the Trade Federation move toward this planet with ill intent. Which despite the assurances of our esteemed leaders I just got this feeling that things are going to go to hell faster than even I could think of."
Talking to herself as she scribbled into the sand beside herself with her right hand as the left held the journal in it. With a sigh she waited to figure out just what her next move would be as heading around the seas for another week would be taxing even for her. Closing her eyes she blocked out the light as best she could as she sighed and closed the journal back up. Placing the book back within her pack she remained seated as she was waiting to see what she would decide upon.
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Post by Synthesia on Feb 14, 2018 16:26:09 GMT -6
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Islands were a strange thing to the bio-android.
As he walked along the shoreline of one particular island, he pondered on the nature of such things. The little blips of land that dotted the horizon, the little spheres of life dispensed throughout the rough blue waters that spanned so much of the beloved globe. It shouldn't be any surprise to anyone that a child of nature would appreciate these particular phenomenon.
Synthesia needed to fill time.
His home forest was bountiful and beautiful, but it was just that- little excitement could be found on them. The southern islands were something exiting and new to Synthesia, who was so used to the same type of nature, the same trees, the same flowers. He planned on coming to a few islands and taking some plants that interested him, then cultivate them in his own forest. Or at least, that's what he was going to try.
The small, wooden boat that Synthesia had drifted onto the island from lay in the sands, ready to be used when Synthesia was ready to leave. Synthesia, being the type of creature he was, didn't need much to live normally, and long, swaying voyages meant nothing to him. However, getting out of the boat was nice every now and then, and he stretched his dainty arms out wide, taking in the tropical air.
And the scent of smoke.
Synthesia's nose immediately caught onto the strange and foreign smell, a smell that didn't quite belong with the others. Synthesia's brow furrowed. Was he not alone? Immediately, he consulted the earth beneath his feet, scanning the area for any people. He picked up on a light signature- strong, but not quite as strong as him, so he reckoned. He wondered what a type like that was doing setting fire to an island.
Even if it wasn't his native home, Synthesia's stomach turned at the thought of such a lust forest being burned down for some careless or needless reason. He'd stop it if he could. Thus, he went towards the source of power, and the source of the fire.
He eventually came upon a pretty-looking red haired girl, reading something by a small campfire. Most of Synthesia's worries were eliminated there, but it couldn't hurt to mention. Stepping into the forest clearing inhabited by the redhead, Synthesia cleared his throat.
"Y'know, I don't think a fire is the safest thing to do here..."
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Post by Muda on Feb 14, 2018 21:54:10 GMT -6
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How many days has it been since he started walking? For the life of him, he couldn’t remember as he was too absorbed with everything else around his little self. Back on his home planet, there were only deserts. These endless horizons of sand that spanned for kilometers on end, often leaving the weary minds with shifting levels of sanity, were known to be the traveler’s bane. The occasional oasis, however, would ease any mind afflicted what it been dubbed as the “Desert’s Curse”.
And this, oh this was one hell of an oasis. Lush and verdant life abounded, trees that formed a leafy roof above him, shielding him from the sun. This immense jungled filled to the brim with creatures the likes of which he had never seen before, small and large, furry and scaly. He could spend several minutes simply looking at a beetle doing its beetle stuff, fascinated by the most mundane action it did, from the movement of its horn to the twitch of its leg. But that was not all he discovered! He had learned that some fruits were better left alone as were some of the animals he encountered on his way, as the biting marks and scratches showed. In hindsight, he was so focused on discovering all these new things that he probably lost his way at some point, wandering aimlessly for the past few days. Not that he was too preoccupied with this. He had time in front of him and what better way to spend it than learning about this fascinating world he had crashed into.
Eventually, the fateful encounter of other sentient beings was inevitable. First, it was the smell of smoke. Then, it was the light. He sensed a couple energies in the distance, cautiously making his way towards them. There was a bit of apprehension as to who these creatures or persons could be, so he used extra care in trying not to be noticed –which would most likely fail as stepped on everything that made a cracking sound as he approached the clearing, almost as if on purpose-. The concept of stealth evaded him to the point that he thought that as long as he remained out of sight, he was considered invisible. By the fire was sitting this strange individual. That pale skin tone. Was she a Saiyan? Was he to fight her because of that? He remembered his captain’s description and while she had the same pigmentation as them, her bright red hair and lack of tail did not fit the description. Just as he was left wondering what exactly she was, another figure stepped out of the jungle. Green hair, just like him! Except it was longer and less…unkempt? He seemed drawn to that specific individual. He couldn’t put words on that feeling, but he thought for a moment that he could trust this person. Without him noticing, he had entered the clearing himself, his scrawny, sick-looking body now visible to all.
“Aah… erm, I think I am lost. But why no fire? Fires are nice. And what are you? You’re certainly no Heran and you don’t appear to be a Saiyan either. How peculiar.”
He scratched his chin; eyes squinted as if he was trying to discern more clearly the individuals he was facing. Nope, no clue as to what they were. To them, he probably looked like some kind of famished alien. Even weirder, there was no energy emanating from him.
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Post by Bridgett Nedrag on Feb 15, 2018 7:29:39 GMT -6
Bridgett’s attention was fully on her journal when she felt a pair of ki signatures approaching her location. This was not something that she was fully unexpecting and yet something was bothering her about just how people could find her so easily. Then again she mentally felt a little happy that perhaps that her own strength was drawing people around her. This would be an interesting thing as the first person seemingly emerged from the forest overgrowth. Closing the book she slipped it back into her pack as she glanced up at the figure of Synthesia. The words coming from the Bio-Android hitting her ears and she could not help but shrug. “Needed a place to cook a meal and stay warm once night came. These islands get surprisingly cool in the evening hours.” Her response was measured and yet still had a slight wildness to it as she was not perfectly in the instantly trusting mindset like it seemed her ancestor had been with new people. Turning her gaze she felt the second ki signature enter the clearing. This person looked ill and possibly contagious so within her mind Bridgett was getting ready to take off and get out of there if needed. Listening to the words that came from Muda she let go of the instant flight or fight response within her head as best as she could. Yet there was things nibbling about her mind about the new arrival. “Nope no Saiyan here. I see no tails wagging about.” She was of course going to keep the fact that she had Saiyan blood within herself a secret. Sure there was very little but she knew deep down that there was some inside of her. More because of the journal told her that her heritage was that of a hybrid at some point in the past, but those not close to her as friends did not deserve nor need to know that. Standing up slowly she patted off some of the dirt that had gathered on her clothing. Making a motion toward the fire for the both of them as she moved her pack behind her. “Please both of you come and enjoy the company as it seems that we all have wandered for quite some time. I have a few things I can spare should either of you be hungry or thirsty.”With the words said she moved once more and plopped back down on the ground in front of her pack. She would wait but she hoped that the others would take her up on this as it seemed she had happened upon two alien visitors to Earth. This was a welcome thing for her as she did not really talk to that much in the past. -- OOC Notes -- Synthesia , MudaLet us have some fun with this. |
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Post by Synthesia on Feb 15, 2018 17:51:37 GMT -6
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"I agree!"
Synthesia nodded and smiled softly at the redhead. He tucked his long, white gown underneath his rear and took a seat bringing his knees up to his face with a wry smile. The wariness that he held at the fire was gone, instead replaced with a curiosity for the two figures that he chanced upon on his expeditions to the islands which he loved to wonder at. These two individuals seemed like they could give Synthesia at the very least an interesting conversation, which is much more than he could say about the forest animals that he interacted with on a daily basis.
His attention was then turned to the green-skinned fellow. He was very curious, in Synthesia's eyes. For one, he wasn't giving off any energy. Synthesia interpreted this as a sign that the alien was not of this world, since she'd never encountered a creature in which the world whispered nothing about. The contemplative wonder was soon to be replaced with worry, though, as non-earth inhabitants weren't likely to care for the planet as much as a native earthling.
Such things troubling the young child of nature would not show on his face, as his serene expression focused on the alien who had yet to take a seat. "I appreciate the offer, really, but I've never found much need for eating. I'm sustained off water, sunlight, and C... CO something, yeah!" Synthesia playfully beat his chest once with pride. He did take pride in his unique, natural form, and nothing anyone said could convince him otherwise.
He then turned to address the alien figure. He patted the patch of earth beside him "I think if you're gonna offer anyone food, it should be him. He looks like he needs it." He smiled warmly up at the alien, his demeanor not betraying his doubts.
He then turned his head to address the redhead. He found it admirable that she was reading something, as it was becoming increasingly more difficult to find humans who enjoyed the act as much as him. Then again, there was always the possibility that she was reading out of necessity, or some reason other than pleasure. He wouldn't let that thought ruin his high hopes, though.
"It's hard to find some nice ladies like you who'll just offer hospitality to a couple of strange folks, hm?" Synthesia giggled at his own comment, hiding it with a dainty hand. "What if we had malicious intentions! Well, I mean, I don't, but who knows about ol' greenie over here, right?" The tone of his voice made it clear that Synthesia merely jested, but there was a semblance of truth to the child's words.
Her behavior was unusual to him, to say the least.
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Post by Muda on Feb 16, 2018 14:06:45 GMT -6
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It was almost as if he couldn’t keep up with all these new information thrown at him. No longer than three months ago, never would he have dared to think there were other races than his own living in the universe. So many different faces and personalities and…and stuff! It was overwhelming and looking back at his situation back then, he really felt like a primitive individual. There were things humans would do and not even consider because it was commonplace. Meanwhile, Muda would ponder over the very same actions with utter fascination, unable to even fathom the meaning behind. He felt relieved when she assured him there was no saiyans around, dropping his guard little by little as he approached the fire. Little steps, like a suspicious animal slowly making its way, unsure whether or not he should trust the people in front of him. He eventually joined them, sitting a bit farther than the two others. “ Thank…you,” he said, not used to politeness. “ I encountered these saiyans and they tried to kill me. I don’t know why. But I’m strong, so I survived.” There was something strange about the way he talked, almost as if he had to stop and think about each word he was using. There was this shyness permeating his tone as well, often looking up at their face to see if they reacted well to his words. These were scars from another era, but they had yet to heal. Trust was a vague concept to him and surely he couldn’t give his to the first strangers he met. Despite all of this, he appreciated the hospitality. The green-haired person talked and he listened. It was a valid point. His clan would not even consider accepting strangers. They’d kill them on the spot, look for anything valuable and leave them to burn under the sun in the desert. He didn’t want to be like that. He hated them, hated the fact that he carried this blood within himself, too. “ Oh no! I will not do anything bad unless you attack me first. I just crashed here and was looking for people to tell me where I am, but I found all these strange bugs and plants and animals and I ended up being lost completely.” His stomach growled, taking him back to her previous offer. “ I wouldn’t mind hunting, but if it’s okay with you, I could eat a thing… or two.” Before entering the clearing, he noticed something strange with the human. She was staring at this strange rectangular thing with markings on it. What was that? Was he missing something? I found it strange and amusing at the same time. “ What were you staring at earlier? It looks weird.” He tried moving his head away from the fire, stretching his neck to get a better view. Did she understand the strange markings on it? There was no such thing back home, at least not within his clan. He had maps, but it didn’t look like one. It didn’t seem electronic either. Very curious. “ Oh, but do you have a name? And you too? Do you both live here? What are you, if not saiyans?” He seemed genuinely interested in this information. While it was kind of endearing in a way, his naive expression presented the major problem with Muda; his lack of comprehension of the modern world. Such things as writing and reading were foreign concepts that didn’t make much sense. People didn’t write back home, they shared traditions orally, passing them onto each generation.
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Post by Bridgett Nedrag on Feb 16, 2018 20:53:01 GMT -6
Bridgett was smiling as it seemed that both of the people were just as akward around a crowd as she was. Yet for once she was being the social one this time was her. So this time she was smiling widely. The simple fact that she was enjoying the company of two quite obvious alien people.
Yet the smile that was on her face was slipping ever so slightly due to the words. When Muda spoke about running into Saiyans before meeting Bridgett here. This was something she had not been expecting as she knew of them being on planet cause of the recent stories of refugees. Yet this nowadays was not really unsurprising. She would have to be a little more careful in the future.
“Carbon Dioxide? Does that mean that you are partially like a plant?” She spoke softly as she listened to him speak. Turning her gaze after Synthesia spoke about the other person needing food. That was true as she actually got a little better view of the person. This other person was all skin and bone it seemed. So she would let it all to help him should he wish to.
“I was told to others until they prove to me to not be trusted.”
He then turned his head to address the redhead. He found it admirable that she was reading something, as it was becoming increasingly more difficult to find humans who enjoyed the act as much as him. Then again, there was always the possibility that she was reading out of necessity, or some reason other than pleasure. She wouldn't let that thought ruin his high hopes, though.
“Though if you were bad I would take care of things. Though I have to reciprocate the words of our lanky friend. I will not strike out at anyone unless they wish to spar or fight.” She had caught the jest that stained the words of Synthesia. It was something that made her chuckle a little internally. As she would not outwardly state that she had figured it all out.
Turning back to her pack she grabbed a small capsule. Tossing it out it exploded out inside of a single container. The container had a few larger pieces of vegetables visible within it. “I am but a Earthling. As for what I am looking at beforehand. It was a journal that my great great grandmother wrote. Was reading it during my free time as she is something of an idol of mine.”
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Post by Synthesia on Feb 17, 2018 10:36:22 GMT -6
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Synthesia shot a playful grin at the duo as he nodded along with their words.
Synthesia tilted his head when they were sharing what they were. Ah, what am I! That's a good question, actually, and one I'd like to know myself! Synthesia stared down at his dainty hand in a wistful manner. "Got a couple ideas myself, but nothing concrete. What the pretty human over there said is pretty well it- I'm sorta a sentient plant?
As if to prove his point, Synthesia held out his hand. Suddenly, the soft, pale skin grew much darker and much more rough. His hand morphed into some kind of bark, like a tree branch. As it grew outwards, small leaves began to spring out of the bark, and they sprouted and made themselves look comfortable among the rough wood. His hand was no longer a hand- it was a stretch of branches twice as large as what his hand was.
"See? I can do lotsa stuff like this. I can also kinda, uh, communicate with the ground? The earth alerts me of organic beings and their relative strength. It's how I found you! I can also ingrain myself in the ground, photosynthesis, whatever. But I can walk and talk and learn and get stronger! Pretty cool, huh? I was born in a forest, but I wonder if I was some kind of seed made by a scientist...oh well!"
As with most children, Synthesia was quick to brag about his abilities and his unique traits born from his strange origins. The wooden hand began to shrink back into the normal, dainty hand of the bio-android. His attention was then turned to the green skinned fellow.
"I'm curious about you. I see some foreigners all the time, your squishy Majins, whatever. Never seen one like you before. What are you? One of them 'Arcostians?' Oh, oh, maybe you're one of those 'Shinjo' thingies, right?" Synthesia rattled off names of all the famous Alien species around the galaxy. Though, no matter how many he recalled, none of them seemed to fit the description of the lanky green man who she was sitting alongside.
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Post by Muda on Feb 19, 2018 12:46:29 GMT -6
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Reading, huh? He most definitely heard of it before and yet didn’t know how they could decipher these strange symbols simply by staring at them. There was an esoteric quality to it and with that came a desire to learn it for himself too. For the time being, however, he simply looked at Bridgett, the left corner of his lips curling into a grin as he felt impressed and amused at the same time by the intelligence displayed by these so-called human beings. He could learn a lot from them and perhaps if he were to live amongst them, some part of their knowledge would end up rubbing off on him. He felt envious as she mentioned her ancestor, going as far as considering her to be an idol of hers. He wished he could’ve said the same about his own ancestors, but it would be lying. There was no point in celebrating murderers and pillagers and yet, this life of violence flowed in his blood as well. As much as he wanted to be a nice person, he couldn’t run away from the errors of his ancestors. As the last survivor of his clan, he had to bear the weight of their sins on his shoulders.
As for the green-haired fellow, he sounded a bit more talkative, demonstrating a curiosity that was reminiscent of his own. He seemed nice, Muda liked him. While he did not declare his name, he certainly made up for it by showing off something spectacular. His arm took on the same color and texture as the trees around him, sprouting as leaves appeared on the growing tree-arm. Muda gasped in surprise, starry-eyed before the scene unfolding in front of him. There really were different people in this world, all with different quirks and abilities. Absolutely astounding! Strange words came from the other individual slowly after that, words Muda couldn’t comprehend. From what he had gathered, however, it was clear the green-haired person was not human.
“This. is. awesome!” He shouted, trying to contain the pure feeling of amazement that zapped throughout his whole body. He was a very expressive person despite his looks. Things of that nature would make him jump in the air screaming in pure joy, but he learned to keep this to himself above all else.
The next question was directed towards him. He hesitated, uncertain telling them of his race and past was appropriate, especially when they were still strangers to him. He tried his best to explain his situation while avoiding some of the bad parts.
“I…come from a planet far from here. I’m a Heran, the last survivor of my clan, in fact. There are various clans throughout the galaxy. Most of them are mercenaries while some others have settled down somewhere. Herans have a teal-colored skin, orange hair and are very bulky and strong. As you can see, I am nothing like this. I should have died at birth or at least should have been killed on the spot. My father took great shame in having me as his son so he kept me alive as a reminder of his failure as chieftain.”
He stretched his arms, uneasy after telling them his story. Part of it, at least.
“Well, the joke’s on him now ‘cause he’s dead and I’m alive. Oh and while I did not encounter any of these “Arcotsians” you talked about, I fought some Saiyans on the spaceship I was on and they told me I worked for them. Not sure why. We fought and the spaceship crashed and here I am now. There seems to be a lot of people coming to this planet. Any reason why? I think it’s a nice place, I wouldn’t want it to be destroyed.”
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Post by Bridgett Nedrag on Feb 19, 2018 13:15:37 GMT -6
“You know something if you truly are a sentient plant that would be simply amazing. As you being that would make things simply amazing as that might mean the Earth somehow created you.” Bridgett spoke toward Synthesia as she was truly in awe of her if this was truly the truth. Such a singularity upon the world would just be something awesome to be around. Watching as she moved her hand and hardened it into a bark and a bunch of branches. This was truly something amazing for her to watch. Letting out a little gasp of surprise at the full change that came before her. Taking a few moments she collected her thoughts about Synthesia as they spoke. Listening to her she would wait to speak back. “I would be lying to you if I said that was not simply amazing. The abilities that you have are certainly special and I can say I am a little jealous of that. That would make all of my searching easier should I have even the slightest amount of your own powers. Just amazing…” As her own words were spoken and they fell onto their ears they both turned into a conversation between one another. Listening that the other person who had arrived was something known as a Heran. That was interesting as she had only heard of them in on the Vi-Net every once in a while. Hearing about how they were a lot of mercenaries and other types of labor like that around the galaxy. Listening to the full story she could not help but laugh. “Amazing story. Good to hear that you stood there and fought against all those that wished to try and kill you. Cannot be a pushover as too many would do that without so much as a single whimper escaping their lips. I have heard of many a person doing that nowadays on the television.”Speaking in response to Muda she could not help but swing herself around and lay her head down upon her pack and look up into the sky. “So you came to Earth because you got into a fight with some Saiyans and you all crashed here on Earth? What happened to all those that just happened to be inside the ship with you? Are you the only survivor or where there more that could of possibly followed oyu here?”{{ OOC: Synthesia , Muda }}
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Post by Synthesia on Feb 20, 2018 15:58:15 GMT -6
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Synthesia swelled with pride at their words of admiration for him.
Being a rather young lad it'd come as no surprise that he held a rather high opinion of himself. Especially since he was so outlandish, even by his own admission. Synthesia shot the two a playful smile as he crossed his arms. "Yeah, I know, I'm pretty different from the average person..." It was an arrogant, but not necessarily untrue statement.
He listened intently the story of the green-skinned man. Synthesia was quite shocked at how eventful his life was, especially compared to his own. It brought Synthesia great sorrow that something of that nature could happen even to an alien, most of which she wasn't quite fond of. This one, however, seemed to love the earth and whatever was on it- more than enough for Synthesia to consider him a friend.
Synthesia nodded, arms still crossed. "Wowie! You fought a bunch of those ape guys and lived? You must be pretty strong! Though you did say that your, erm, tribe was full of warriors, so I guess it makes sense! Synthesia concluded his thoughts on the matter with a lackadaisical glance towards the human who had joined himself and the alien.
"Well, you seem to think most of 'em are gone, yeah?" Synthesia inquired- he seemed convinced on that fact. Perhaps he'd witnessed their destruction himself. Either way, Synthesia didn't want to press him, but he couldn't help himself. This alien was so unlike how he pictured aliens to be. He was the most alien alien he'd ever met, and he wanted to know more about this strange fellow whom he met by chance.
"Y'know from how you make it sound, no offence, but your tribe seems to be a real... uh... unpleasant bunch, yeah? Synthesia inquired the lanky lad, staring him straight in his eyes. "But, even knowing that... do you, umm, miss them?" Synthesia had to know. Thus, even barely knowing this man, she asked such a loaded question.
"They were your family after all, right?"
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Post by Muda on Feb 20, 2018 21:42:18 GMT -6
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Muda was not bothered by the idea of telling his own story, no matter how pitiful it might sound. After all, even if his life had been described as such, it was only in his family’s eyes. It’s not that he was necessarily agreeing with them, he simply never knew anything else, so it became normal. He didn’t miss the love of a mother or the laughter of friends because he never experienced those in the first place. If anything, everything he did after embarking on the spaceship felt pretty out there to him. Confronted with all these adventures and discoveries, he almost felt as though everything was too surreal. Even sitting around a fire with people that considered him as an equal gave him this bizarre feeling he couldn’t quite explain. But it was very much welcomed as well because it gave meaning to what he endured prior to that.
As the human praised the tree-man, Muda nodded frantically in approval. Not that he was envious, but it was amazing nonetheless to see an individual with such unique capabilities. Yet again, it completely shattered his conception of what was possible in this world –not that it was hard to impress him, but they could bet he was going to tell people about that even after they parted ways-. While some of the words were too complex for him, the way the human friend described him made it seem like he was akin to some of the folkloric creatures the people of his clan would talk about like the desert or the river’s spirit. In his case, it would be the spirit of the forest. He even made sure he was not sitting on a branch or a root of some kind. The last thing he wanted to do was to anger him, of all people.
Then, the discussion shifted to him, mentioning his previous encounter with the Saiyans. He crossed his arms, fixing a random spot in the distance as he reflected on what happened back there. Of course, the thought of the Saiyans making it out alive never left his mind, but he wasn’t able to give them an appropriate answer.
“Hmm… Everything happened really fast. Most of my friends died before I intervened and only the captain remained. The Saiyan woman was very strong, but I was just as strong. I’m just not used to fighting yet, so I make mistakes. At some point, she started breaking the ship apart so I fled with the captain. We survived, but I’m not sure if they all died with the explosion. If so, she might not like me very much since I blew up part of her face and one of her kidneys.”
He shrugged as he finished his sentence. If she came back for revenge, then he would fight her again. His head shifted from the human to the green-haired friend, nodding as he called him strong. It was his moment to feel a little pride.
“That’s right! I can be much stronger than I am right now, but it takes some time to fully awaken my strength in a fight.”
He scratched his head as Synthesia asked if they were gone. Just like he told Bridgett, he wasn’t too sure.
“Well, I hope they are gone. They weren’t good people at all. Yet, I can’t confirm that. At first, they mistook us for their enemies, the Arcotsians as you called them. That’s why they attacked us. Maybe there’s a bigger threat looming over us.”
The discussion touched on the sensitive subject of his clan. While he had no problem talking about it, he was still a little embarrassed about it, mostly out of fear they would lump him with them. But he had no reason to lie about it as well; it was part of his shame, after all.
“I don’t miss them at all. They considered me as an object, something like a bad luck charm they could use to vent their frustration and rage on. They never considered like a part of them, even if we are of the same blood…” He showed both of his hands to them. On the palm were engraved something in traditional heran dialect. The words seemed as though they were carved using a sharp object, the rough writing hinting at the usage of a pointy rock or at least something that wasn’t meant for carving things. The skin tissue had since then healed, but the words were still clearly visible. “When I was younger, he did this to me, my father. One of them is supposed to mean “shame” and the other one “useless”. I can’t tell them apart since I can’t read. Ever since they died, I felt as though I had been freed from their curse. Like I can finally become someone and not forced to live in their shadow. So no, I don’t miss them and I honestly wish they weren’t my family in the first place.”
Instead of dwelling on his not-so-glorious past, he offered them a warm smile.
“Even if I don’t know you two very much, you both have been very kind to me. Kinder than they ever were, so I thank you for that.”
For this moment alone, he was glad to have lived for this moment alone. He then turned to meet the human's eyes.
“What about you? What is your story? Oh and by the way...if that offer for food still stands, I'd gladly take you up on that”
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Post by Bridgett Nedrag on Feb 21, 2018 8:27:32 GMT -6
“I know that despite my own family being mostly peaceful and loving nothing more than to do nothing at all on a weekend. That I would miss them should they be pulled away from me. Yeah we had our own disagreements over the years yet I deep down know they did what they do for some reason. Be it noble or selfish I am not the one to judge them. I would be fighting tooth and nail to either bring them back or to avenge them. Then again I was always considered the odd one in my family as my grandmother said I was a throwback to her great grandmother.” She spoke alongside Synthesia’s words to the tribe full of warriors. To her if her family had been more like Muda’s then perhaps she would be even stronger than she already was. Rubbing the side of her arm she could not help but inhale the salted air with a small bit a delight. To her it was like being back home when she was here yet she did not know why. Bridgett brought a hand up and scratched the side of her head for a moment as she listened to everything that was going on. To her this was all a great way to spend a day as for once she was not all that fussed to actually do something like her parents. “After you described your fight it honestly sounds like one hell of a fight. One I would of loved to see in person as it honestly sounds like the older stories of fights here on Earth. Good to know that they were all taken care of. Happy to know that there is not a ragged bunch of extremely desperate people around that would not hesitate to hurt or injure other people to take what they wanted.” Her words about his explanation of the fight came out as the Saiyan blood that was long mixed into her own human blood stirred that deep sense of pride in fighting. The whole thing that he mentioned about a larger threat looming over them all made her inwardly clasp at her own small measure of hope. For once she was not going to try and say anything as she kept those feeling buried a little deeper than even she liked to admit. Yet as Muda continued about their family she could not help but sigh and mumble. “How horrible… That is not a parent that is just an ass… who deserves to be kicked about and left for dead.”Her words were sharp even for her tongue. Though his words that the pair of them had been far kinder than anyone else he had met made her give him a smile of reassurance. “I would not want your first memories of my home planet to be a miserable one. You seem like a nice enough guy that I am not ashamed to have you stick around and relax here. So there is no need for thanks. Not in this moment as I have not done anything to deserve that quite yet.”She felt his eyes move to her and with a motion she reached into her pocket grabbing a small booklet of capsules. Opening it she grabbed one of them and tossed it out after depressing a button on top of the capsule. A small refrigerator appeared out of the small cloud of smoke. “Help yourself as there is plenty in there. As for my story. Well it is not quite as interesting as yours nor as fantastic as yours.” Motioning toward Synthesia as she said the last bit. “I am just something of a wandering soul. Born and raised here on Earth. Trained in some martial arts by my uncle to help defend myself. Found that journal you both saw me reading when I was young inside of an old trunk that belonged to my grandmothers side of her family. It is supposed to be a journal of a great fighter and teacher who was related to me. So I am trying to retrace her steps and retrace her old way of fighting… Something of a travel of personal rediscovery.”{{OOC Synthesia, Muda Thread PL: 4,000}}
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Post by Synthesia on Feb 21, 2018 19:35:52 GMT -6
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Synthesia listened intently to the stories of his two camp-mates.
He failed to comment on the story of the green man. It made him feel so... sad, filled with empathy for the non-human who'd found his way to earth by chance. He couldn't begin to picture the hardships that he went through- intense battles, life-or-death situations. Did Synthesia even deserve to call himself a guardian? What did he protect, really? He protected nothing from the threat of nothing. It was just a fancy title he gave to himself, a forest creature, someone who cultivated and loved the forest more than he loved anything else. Now, though, it felt like a burden. What was Synthesia going to do? He was strong, but inexperienced. He couldn't stand up to threats like that. Not like this man could. He was strong. So strong.
Synthesia's eyes dropped to the floor, the previous glimmer of curiosity gone. He had a real threat coming towards him, and this man here was proof. The more Synthesia thought, though, the more he realized that this man might not be a bad omen- he could be a good one. He was branded useless and a nobody- someone who was bound for failure, finding success. Something about that touched the heart of the natural child more than he could imagine, and his eyes shot up towards the Heran. The one branded with 'shame' and 'useless.' This man felt important to him. His continued existence was important. Synthesia wanted to help this man- no, this alien, who existed as a symbol of hope.
His thoughts were clouded with such notions as the redhead spoke. He gave her the courtesy to finish before he got on his knees and crawled over to the green-skinned alien.
He grasped his miscoloured and scarred hand with his dainty and flawless ones- the difference was certainly palpable. As he did, he stared the warrior directly in the eyes. His thumb gently ran over the marks that he once held on his hand, and he looked down and traced the 'letters' with an unreadable expression.
"...It's sad that someone would ruin such nice hands with such vile letters..." Synthesia spoke softly and airily, as if he was speaking to himself rather than the man. He had noticed the difficulty speaking, the interesting ways he did things- all were normal to him, and different to everyone else.
Slowly, the finger in his dainty hand extended outwards, the grooved bark sprouting from the smooth skin. Instead of a leaf this time, the branch sprouted a flower- one in roughly the same color as the Heran's skins. Synthesia could re-create flora, but unfortunately, he didn't have one that matched the skin exactly. There was a difference, but it wasn't much. He placed the warrior's hand over the flower, petal-to-scar, and he looked the Heran in the eyes.
Synthesia considered much on the planet to be his friend- forest, trees, humans, tons. Usually, the feeling was one-sided- a guardian needed to remain impartial. But perhaps, for such an unearthly thing, a bias would be acceptable. His eyes focused on those of the Herans, and he smiled a smile softer than the petals and a smile warmer than the mid-day sun.
The words themselves were few, and perhaps to the others there, meaningless and small. But to Synthesia, he knew that, just maybe, he had found something amazing.
"Don't worry about those meaningless words on your hands anymore... I'll teach you to read and write much better words."
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Post by Muda on Feb 23, 2018 22:21:12 GMT -6
Thread PL: 4333
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Muda felt glad about people on Earth being more peaceful than on Hera. The time he needed to bear his kindred’s sins was over, at long last. Ironically, it was not like he cared all that much about the idea of pillaging itself, it was the idea of associating it with his family that made him strive for the opposite. He was more than his blood, and he was ready to show everyone who dared tell him wrong.
The very notion of belonging to a group felt strange to him, although he could understand it. He would often see people laughing and drinking together, sharing meals as they genuinely enjoyed each other’s company. As far as he was concerned, this feeling was a bridge that collapsed even before he could make any sense of the world around him. Bridgett’s words made sense, but he also understood that she was on the other side of the bridge as well. Perhaps she could still reach out to him from afar, so there was still hope.
She described the fight as grand, but was it anything of the sort? Mindless carnage and violence to justify one’s strength didn’t feel as glamorous as she made it out to be. Maybe that meant she had lived in relative peace up to now? If so, it would be both a blessing and a curse. The impending threat of the Federation would certainly account for many casualties, and people who have not learned to take up the mantle and fight could only hope to fare well.
“I don’t know about that. I might be an exception. Just like how you people from Earth might be too. I’ve been raised in nothing but violence. Maybe your stories of old are so great because they are a thing of the past? I like fighting; it’s fun. It gets you all pumped up. But there’s no point if you fight only to destroy. I’d like to think there’s something more to it than that.”
He smiled as she mentioned that her parents were asses, imagining a pair of butt cheeks yelling at him, contrasting with their harsh words. Trivializing some of the less pleasant parts of his life was maybe a good incentive to disconnect himself from it. Question for later. His eyes widened as this strange storage unit poofed out of the even stranger pill-looking object, almost as if she used magic. Where did she learn such a trick? She did tell him to help himself. Was that food? It didn’t look particularly tasty but denying free stuff was out of the question. He didn’t move towards the fridge quite yet, awaiting instructions and listened to her story. It was simple, but there was something beautiful at the simplicity of her story. A normal life… he could only fantasize about what it looked like.
“That is a good story. I like it. But what is ‘martial arts?’ And who was this great ancestor of yours?”
The green-haired friend who had remained silent all this while started moving towards him, walking on his knees and hands. Muda’s head tilted a little to the side as he silently wondered what he was doing. He was not scared at all, oh no, he didn’t feel like he would try and hurt him for no reason. As he grabbed his hand, however, he felt a sudden shock throughout his body, an old reflex resurfacing. Instinctively, he tried to pull back to avoid punishment, even if it was nothing like that. While not at ease, he let him grab hold of his hand, his heart beating faster in apprehension. He swallowed, a bit nervous, keeping eye contact with the child of the forest as he felt these strange tingles in his back. It was very soft and…delicate. Just like how he would feel by passing his hand in the tall grass or by ruffling the leaves on a tree. It was warm and gentle and felt vaguely ticklish as he had barely any sensation left from the scarred skin tissue.
Something made him feel strange inside. No one had ever physically touched him like that. It only ever was in order to punish or hurt him. So why was he doing this? What did he ever do to merit such gentleness? His body yelled at him to get away as soon as possible, little involuntary spasms surging through him as he kept staring at Synthesia, his visage distorted in a weird grimace that mixed a hint of fear, pain, and uncertainty. He did manage to form a smile, albeit a sad one. His words echoed throughout his body as he looked down to see the same previous magic operating again. If the first time it left him mesmerized, this time it had a soothing quality to it, feeling at peace as this beautiful flower sprouted from the fingertip and finding its way to the palm of his hand. It was soft, too, just as smooth as the touch of his hand. He looked up to meet his gaze once again. He could feel his heart squeezing as something welled up inside him. The proposition he received touched him, but not physically. For the first time in his life, he could feel the warmth of someone else.
He tried to smile as best he could. Strangely enough, water streaked down his cheeks, falling into droplets unto the ground.
“Huh?”
That something which was welling up inside him eventually erupted, causing some hiccups as he tried to understand why he would do that, for him of all people. Why was he so kind? His eyes were watery, and he almost believed to be sick for an instant. He tried wiping his eyes with his forearm, sniffing as water still fell on his face.
“Why…for me…but…I…why is there water in my eyes?”
Shortly after that, he broke into a soft sobbing, unable to repress his feelings. Crying was as new as everything else for him, something thought to be inconceivable at this point. He didn’t want to leave him hanging any longer as well, so he nodded furiously in approval to his proposition.
Yes, he wanted to be someone he could be proud of, too.
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Synthesia - Pride Trooper
