Typha lifted a large set of logs putting them outside of the city. There were still many buildings that were damaged from the war with those machines. While he had helped bring people back to life, that was not enough. The people of Konats needed to have good homes. Places to rest and to sleep. He was not a builder though. So he gathered all the crafters, masons and builders in the city. They'd start with the city and spread out. That was his plan. The city was closest and the center of the population. While he didn't want to pick favorites, this would help the most people at once. Eventually, they could move on to other towns and more sparse regions. "Alright, let's start rebuilding the houses at this end of the city."
While most of the city was left without the need for major repairs the ends of the city were left badly damaged. They would need to be torn down and rebuild from the ground up. That was what he understood from the craftsman. As they got to work Typha and a few other of the royal warriors who had come to assist him began to carry the supplies that would be needed to them along with anything they'd need. It was what they could do to help to see as none of them were going to be able to build a good house. Typha looked around, he didn't announce it to the people he was doing this. He might have announced it during his town hall but he didn't want a group of rioting people to get in the way of what he was trying to do. While others may want to help as well, if it got too crowded then it'd make the job of the people that he had asked to help him with this task, much harder.
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War was such a tricky thing, solving its consequences wasn't as simple as just reviving a people. Barring every other negative aspect of the effects of such a battle the sheer physical damage left on the planet was awesome in its potency. Few locations on Konats were untouched by the gruesome efforts of either side, machine or man. After all the destruction, the traditional city life seemed to fall apart into pieces. Yuca a countryman himself didn't feel all that opposed to the idea of just living simply. A gracefulness could be found in that lifestyle, with advanced technology a lot was lost. However the simplicity gained was all too beautiful. Or at least so he came to think especially with the various effects machinery had on the current cultural landscape. Konatsian traveler at heart, here he stood in the wild rocky terrain. A cool breeze on his face, the rising sun coating his eyes with a magnificent intensity. "Must all this be eroded away with industrial development. A marvel as beautiful as this? What's wrong with what we have now."
Yuca continued on his path, walking aimlessly. Yet another of his many journeys through the quiet of the morning, nothing out of the particular caught his peripheral. Visually unassuming as it was, a part of him liked the plainness of it all. There lain a town turned into a mosaic, a greater portion left intact. While the other destroyed and overrun by plants and ruin, every portion clearly seen individually despite it being a greater picture. "Is that? Hmm.. not like I remember it, things've changed. Surprised that much is still standing." Despite the many things lost in the war, due to all the destroyed infrastructure nature finally had a chance at reclaiming itself. After traveling for so long everything looked to be but a blur, but now it was very clear to him. Upon careful observation one could see the transformation a mere year had on a city without upkeep. All kinds of flora growing on abandoned building. Beyond that lay other people, Konatsians who've made the best of the current circumstance and made themselves akin to beggars. Turning the place into some kind of warped shanty-town.
Desperate folk just trying to make a living out of this situation, a pretty penny here and there. Given enough walking he eventually stumbled across a main street. A crowd of people swarming around his person, unbeknownst to him plans were being put into place. A man took a step on a large block of wood, making himself taller than the populous in the immediate vicinity. "Alright, you've heard the order men! Let's build this place anew, with the Prince's help what can't we accomplish!" The masses roared with excitement, their arms raised up in high esteem. Construction tools quite visible in their hands. Laborers of all kinds, men and women alike with those of all ages. Many professionals and many more just civilians who wanted to land a hand at rebuilding their destroyed city. He stumbled into a child, around the age of thirteen.
"Hey Mister, watch where you're walkin! You know who I am?!" The kid yelled at him, grinning intensely. Yuca looked back at the child, smiling. "You're a boy who's got no business talking like that to people. I'll make it worth your while if you tell me what's going on." He shook a small burlap bag held in his left hand, the sound of metal clanging against itself made the message obvious. "Hmm... I like your style Mister. Well since you are so generous... Ever since the war our town's been all kinds of messed up y'know? So then the Prince comes up, lifting up a hole bunch a large logs and gets like a lot of people to help him build. Construction and stuff y'know what I mean? The town's gonna be built better than ever! Now..." The boy held his hand open, an impatient look on his face. "Oh right, right. Here you are." Yuca reached into the bag, dropping three measly coins in the juvenile's palm. The kid visibly appeared discontent with the amount, a kind of grimace could be seen on the boy. "Is that it? Jeez.. aren't you cheap mister.." "Yeah yeah be glad I'm paying you anyways..." The Konatsian proceeded to part ways with the crowd, following the noise of all the construction work being done.
"Could that be? Of all the places, what a coincidence.. This Prince seems the most active." There he stood, among the people and working hand in hand with them. Prince of Konats, supposedly the next in line for the throne, in such a remarkable place. The destroyed sector of the city, as if a fresh picture of what battle looked like but only months ago. The closer and closer he got, the more clamor of effort could be heard seen and even smelled. This wasn't but a lousy attempt, this was a hardcore try at rebuilding the city. Eventually, Yuca reached the team of people set on the restoration of the infrastructure. A hand of his would be waved at Typha. "Why hello, particular meeting you here of all places. I see you're leading the way to undoing the scars of war. But what of maybe taking a more militaristic approach?"
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As he was helping a voice that he had heard once before, sung into his ears. Typha turned his head around looking at the new arrival. He didn't know the man's name but he had seen him twice before. First, was the town hall and second was when his brother Riis had a panic attack. He could not remember his name but he gave him a respectful bow. "Please, you don't need to call me prince. Typha is fine." He said to Yuca. He'd then turn around as he grabbed a large beam of wood as he began to carry it. He assumed he was here to help or ask questions one on one. Guess his first questions came out being why they didn't go for a more militarised approach.
Typha looked at the man as he handed the pillar of wood to a fellow soldier as he looked at Yuca. "I can teach everyone how to use a sword. Or how to fly perhaps. Maybe make everyone able to fight. Yet, are they any warmer? Is the pain in their hearts any more diluted? No, they don't have a home. I'm not trying to change things. I'm bringing things as close to normal as I can. So my focus is rebuilding Konats. Not rebranding our people." He'd look at the man curious how he'd respond. He assumed that was not the only thing he had to say on the matter.
Power-Level: 100 To stand here doing nothing as he was previous would be quite arrogant on his part. Help was needed by everyone present, man woman and child. All a people struggling against similar circumstances he felt for them. Not the strongest by any means though among the average civilian more impressive physically even if he didn't show it. Lending a hand given the circumstances was inevitable, applying his support by any means despite some disagreements he held overall about the situation. He quickly went to the aid of the people, still maintaining a visual on Typha. Providing his own means of contribution in the form of supplies from a burlap sack on his back. His hand reaching into the bag, handing its contents to endless lengths to those who'd take them. The size of his container deceiving in comparison to the goods available. A train of workers and citizens gathered. Taking what they could and moving about with their lives. "No... not like that, I suggest perhaps a different approach at how the towns are rebuilt. It does no good having these beautiful lands if there's no means to properly protect it."
Yuca gestured at the city, ruins of conflict still very evident if one payed attention. "A large and pleasant city with beauty galore I recall it before the..." The Konatsian took a sigh, a notion better left unmentioned. "As much as these words aren't warm nor are they considerate. I think they necessary, an appeal to emotions won't make what happened go away. Will it make us feel better? Most definitely. But in the end I stand in disagreement that it be the right thing. Though the machines are all or mostly gone a looming feeling consumes me. What if they or a force similar comes to threaten the safety of the people again?" After the long rambling he took a pause, as if taking a moment to collect himself. "Emotions often get in the way of the main task at hand. Maybe I've spoken too much." A child ran towards him with an angry look on his visage a hand reached out with demanding furvor. His arm shoved at Yuca's face expecting something.
"Hey mister!" Yuca glanced back at the kid, to his surprise it was the boy he'd seen earlier. Detailing him about the Prince's location and motivation not all too long ago. "Oh you again, are you looking for something?" The boy was taken aback, suggesting some kind offense dealt. "Am I looking for something? What do you mean am I looking for something? Of course I am! You're giving everyone free handouts and yet you give me just a few coins! I want my cut too, and no being cheap this time." Yuca delved into the bottomless bag, searching for something. Taking up a fair bit of time as the tool in question couldn't be found. "A hah! Here you are.." His hand began unveiling what it was holding onto. A jewel encrusted sheath, with a knife at its handle. He handed it to the boy, to his great amusement. "YEAH!!! Now that's more like it mister!" The boy ran off, leaving Yuca to shift all of his focus back to Typha. "I am a traveler, one who goes from land to land just for the sake of it. While I love the tranquility of this nature, the peace our open borders bring. I can't help but feel that something needs to change. Maybe I've seen it wrong, but I can't help but some feel the way I do. I plan to take steps on my part to make sure this doesn't happen again."
Yuca cleared up his point. No point in rebuilding if it could just as easily be destoyed. Typha nodded. "I concede to that. But I already plan to train those who wished to be trained to protect Konats." Typha explained as he'd grab another large log and pass it on to some more troops to carry off to build with. Yuca keep speaking talking about what if someone else came. Sure the machines were destoyed and those left would eventually be destoyed. He paused thinking for a bit. "Well, hopefully, no enemies will come to Konats. If they do, it is up to the king and queen to deal with that. I'm the third son of the Konats. I'm not in power right now. Yet, If they did come and I was around." Typha shrugged grabbing another log, "They will be allowed to leave either in their ships or in body bags." He said casually but with clear malice. He meant it. Prehaps it was not becoming of a prince to speak in a matter. Yet, he'd never agian wanted to watch his people being killed not as long as he had the power to stop that.
He'd look back at some kid that had been following Yuca arrived. He seemed to be asking for money. Really, the destruction must have left a lot of Konstian without any way to gather wealth. Yuca got back on topic explaining he had plans of his own. What he would do to make sure what had happened could not occur agian. He'd nod, "As long as your not doing anything to harm the postion of Konats and gathering the peace I think we all desire you're allowed to do what you desire. It is not my place to tell people what they can and cannot do." Typha explained to Yuca. He did wonder what his plans where but didn't press as he moved to grab some more supplies. He'd look at the builders who were doing a good job starting the building process. "It is a step," Typha admitted. "I would like it all to go faster but I'd also rather make sure everything is good. I don't want to mess anything up." Typha explained as he handed another large log to a Konstian soldier to carry off.
Power-Level: 100 Hearing Typha's response left him with an overall reassurance, there was for the most part a similarity in the desires either Konatsian had. The general will being the same, however the views on how to achieve such goals differed between the two if only partly. The back and forth of people created a clutter hard to follow, surprised at just how many hands were on this task. Standing here for but a brief moment gave him a clear sight on all the work accomplished in the short amount of time he was in the town. Scaffolding already built from the soil upon which he walked on, architecture manifesting itself in front of his very eyes. Hammers slamming against metal making a kind of rhythmic sound that Yuca found great difficulty in getting out of his head. His concentration maintained with great difficulty. "Its that very heart which we need more of! As much as we may be kind, we need bear more malice. As peaceful, we require more violence. As trusting as we can be, we need to be equally as distrusting and mindful. Its our lack that brings us down, we cherish passivity and disregard activity" He raised a hand up to his face, forming a fist.
"I don't intend to bring harm to this planet of ours, but measures will be taken. I think magic has been neglected too long as a pool of strength for our people." A mental consideration danced around in his mind. <Maybe we're all looking at this all wrong, what if it isn't the machines fault but our lack of involvement as a society. Too few of us participate in what's really important. Had we trained and formed our own militia to protect ourselves. Then perhaps this wouldn't of happened.> Yuca took a glance straight above, looking at the sky but in truth what was beyond that. He pointed at the sky, as if emphasizing something that wasn't there. The look on his person giving the impression that it was something of most concern. "I think it may be time to move on from this planet and take to the stars, as much as I love this planet the room for growth I have here only goes so far I feel. The recesses of what I have to offer only go so deep." He crossed his arms, ruminating some ideas he bore to great lengths.
"Maybe its really just time to move on, there's a great many things to learn in the stars. It very much could there isn't anything left to do here." Yuca sharply exhaled, he ran a hand against a shoulder. The weight of his gear taking a clear toll on his body, somewhat stiff in the arm motions he made. An eyebrow rose at the subtle nuances he felt in the conversation he shared with Typha, as if something was to be pressed yet it wasn't. Another thought gathered, conscious of the somewhat vague and suggestive element of his words. <Perhaps I need to choose the way I speak more intently, there's a veil behind my speech and I can't continue with this kind of discussion.> The young Konatsian regathered himself, rubbing his forehead reflexively. Snapping his fingers as he finally found place in what he aimed to say, finally being able to articulate. "So! It strikes me that I've not made myself more transparent on my plans.."
"Its strange to say this out-loud, but given that its valid I'll say it." Yuca's glare moved from Typha's eyes, shifting to a random place in the ground. Deep in reflection with a slight hesitation on the words he was about to share, bad memories being resurfaced. "Whatever magic brought us back to the living realm, I must say I am of utmost gratitude for it. Without it.. we would've still been in that place. A literal hell with no return, all dreams, all hope.. All aspirations left behind in life, leaving us to contemplate. Many of us losing the will to carry on, I have seen a significant population of our planet's inhabitants give in. Leaving themselves erode to a fate beyond death. Revival is a splendid thing, but some things simply can't be undone I've come to learn this truth." Yuca ran a hand onto his shawl, going to the neck region as he slid it down to expose his skin. He then repeated a similar process revealing the skin of his right arm, pulling up the sleeve of his clothing. He did it a final time, showing on this occasion his torso on the front side. A repeating theme appeared to ring true, scars all over his skin. Various places displaying discoloration and disfigurement of fluctuating degree.
Yuca then covered his skin once again, hiding all the imperfections found on his body with his lithe attire. "I apologize, rambling as I probably am. I speak to such lengths because this is the motivation behind my chance at life anew. My plan is all for the saking of keeping a peace on this place we all care for so oh so much." His eyes returned to Typha's, looking at him squarely. "It has always been a question of power, or the lack of it. The only reason why everyone died during the war was because the means to slay our foes wasn't available to us. I have to sought to gain that, and so my quest begins. Maybe I don't see it yet, but gaining that strength only seems to be going so quick here. Maybe I need to look further, Konats may only offer so much. After dying here along with everyone I'm unsure if I can really have faith in this planet." So lost in conversation, Yuca had forgotten where he was. Tuning out what was going on around him.
Yuca seemed to not go back to the way things were. He understood that as it is what left them in the postion they were in now. Typha hand rested on his chin. Prehaps he was right in some regards. Yet, Typha wanted to keep his chin up. Things could return to a peaceful state. Then he talked about Magic. How he felt there should be more use of it. "They're a reason Magic is rarer then it was in the past. Powerful as it is, there is darkness in its lower depths. How much shall we pursue? Untill our hearts are as rotten as those machines that killed our breathen. I would not allow that to happen. Even if it meant we were safe. I will no give humanity up for strength." Typha explained to Yuca. He supposed this many may have understood magic better but from stories, he heard it was dangerous. It was not as if he didn't ever use magic, but he didn't dare delve deep. Without good self-control, it could be a weapon of malice rather than heroism.
Then he talked about moving forth from this planet. Heading towards the stars with the people. He breathed in a bit. "The stars are dangerous. I explored many planets looking for the dragonballs. Lawless or controlled by great powers. Space is not a place we should take people if we want safety. We have an established society here moving is not much of an option." He also knew to leave Konats was to give up. To surrender to the will of nature and the will of those damn machines. He had no intention of doing that. Then he talked about being revived. How while he was grateful it didn't heal all the wounds. Pyshical and non-Pyshical. He showed off the collection of scars he had. He'd nodded, "I understand. I have some of that baggage myself." He'd point to his robotic left eye. "Yet, their also growth that can come from this. We have to be ready if someone bad does happen but first things first we need to rebuild." Typha said as he moved over grabbing a large wooden slab as he began to walk past Yuca heading over to the builders.
He then explained he wanted to find strength. So he could protect Konats. He was unsure if Konats was the place to find it. "I'd travel. I did it for many months to revive the people of Konats. If that is what you need to do, that is what you should do. You'll find many more powerful things lurking around the universe. I found that out myself in my search. I meet many people who were far beyond my own power. It was, to say the least." He'd chuckle a bit thinking how ironic it was for that experience to be eye-opening. He'd hand the large slab of wood to the builder and walked towards Yuca. He'd attempt to place a hand on his shoulder, "If you need to head off to see the world. Then do what you must just don't lose sight. Don't become what you want to fight." Typha advised to Yuca.
Power-Level: 100 Upon the precipice of change, a moment in time where remarkable revision upon himself would inevitably take place. The irony of it all, here he was standing in the midst of a construction side. People left and right of him building up their futures, looking onward as they themselves were putting the pieces together. Making a better day for what would be the next generation, but what was Yuca doing? He soon put the notion to mind, entering deep consideration. <Could it be that I am the one not doing anything? Maybe they're heading in the right direction and I'm merely making a mistake, hmm...> Caught up in his own thoughts made him lose sight of the focus of the conversation, Typha's mention of magic brought him back. Everything becoming more clear again drawing attention to the Konatsian Prince, shifting his eyes as if displaying a guilty feeling on the remarks made. "A reason behind not using magic? You may be right.. but its uses prove so great. Maybe it takes a heart capable of great evil to protect what matters."
"In that war, my feelings were too attached to that of passivity that I left myself greatly weakened. Not seizing opportunities that could've afforded us a chance at defeating machines just for the sake of saving lives in the end witnessing them all die regardless. I guess a part of me changed, witnessing all of that." Yuca placed his hands together, interlocking his fingers as he rested them on his thighs. Taking a seat on the rubble just beneath him, tremendously exhausted from his travels through the land and finally the arrival to Ocarinn's outskirts. The young Konatsian set aside the equipment hoisted on his back, with his right hand rubbing his left shoulder. In pursuit of easing away the pain of carrying the burdensome load of possessions. In all of it there lain a small package of provisions, he ate from it in hurried fashion. "I don't aim to lose my humanity, but if that's what's required. Who am I to say that I would be wrong in not pursuing that thing. Magic's gotten me as a far as I have, as long as I do enough good I believe that perhaps I am on the right path. Regardless of how much bad must be necessary, we can't save everybody."
Yet another thing caught his eye in Typha's commentary, talk of the Dragon Balls. Mystical items of great power he heard of only in legend, it only furthered his interest. His face widening with marvelous enchantment, engrossed by what he had to say. "Regardless of the danger, I can't help but feel the scope of how far we look is rather narrow. I am not against any approach as long as the ends outweigh the means. Perchance it be that it is a fact that I've given up at least on the idea of this planet's betterment, or at least mine. Maybe this place isn't my fit." The robotic eye definitely caught him off guard, it was a quality he hadn't picked up on before. But now that it was light it was hard not to notice. The asymmetry seen on his visage leaving him with a deeper sense of understanding behind the Monarch's words. A second layer of meaning behind was now taken upon critical analysis. <Most intriguing.. What to make of this? I hadn't noticed the eye before, but now that its mentioned I can't help but not notice it. Some prejudgments on my part may have been out of line, at least in how strongly I felt about them.>
Yuca took hold of his gear once more following Typha as aid was supplied to the supplies. He picked up miscellaneous building materials, as well carrying them as he contributed to the necessary workload. Albeit on a limited scale he hoped that it rendered at least a degree of assistance to the cause. He listened to what was said, differing thoughts coming to mind all with a consistent theme. He had heard many stories of the lands beyond Konats, the very idea catching the better of his imagination. Though travelers to the planet weren't uncommon seeing entire planetary cultures on a mass scale wasn't something he was used to. He grew very curious, anxious to see it for himself. "Even in travels, did you find great reward. Maybe I too can find something similar. With firm conviction I do believe its something necessary for my growth, voyaging that is. The longer I stay here, the more I can't help but feel that I'm only doing nothing. Furthering no goal, learning not a thing more. Its quite possible that I'm beating myself up needlessly, however these feelings don't come without some degree of merit. At least I've come to believe."
The young Konatsian's eyes were drawn to the Prince's hand on his shoulder, taken aback by the physical contact made. Especially from royalty of all people, his attention visibly shaken. "Powerful beings of varying strengths?" He quickly brought the idea to judgement. <This might be good training, for him.> Yuca briefly looked beyond Typha, captured by the sun's position in the sky, though somewhat arbitrary it gave him good reason to leave. "Why look at the time, my ramblings have kept you for this long. My sincere apologies, it appears to be time for me to continue on my excursion. I've lost daylight as it is." Yuca stared at the road ahead, a feeling of optimism watched over him with a degree of worry. <I don't know what concerns me most. Is it the fact that I can't determine where this paths leads? Or is it the fact that I don't know if I'm even on the right path. Hmm...> Yuca took a formal bow, offering his formalities. "Farewell Prince, I wish you luck on this.."
A final glance was given to the construction site. "..Goal of yours, I think we have a similar one but I do hope we needn't be at opposite ends when it comes time to achieve it fully." Reaching into his equipment as he took out a map and compass, using a sextant he had spare to gauge his positioning accurately. Going on his merry way to destinations unknown, doubtful what to do but more certain of himself now. A closing gesture was sent Typha's way, hand waved in an orderly manner. Certainly a maneuver was used to given his upbringing under the rule of royalty. At first a visible figure, then later a spec on the horizon after a fair passage of time. Yuca faded from view should he be permitted the chance.
He heard Yuca note that prehaps they would need someone of evil heart to protect Konats. Typha one flesh eye narrowed. "I don't want people to use that an excuse. If we fight to protect ourselves but fall into darkness what are we protecting? My family has many stories of ancient kingdom hundred of years ago. One of the first of our line was a man of malice. He used magic to gain to protect his people but let it consume him." Typha said to Yuca. He hoped he didn't think that was the way to do things. He had to be careful on what Yuca was doing. He wanted to make sure he didn't become the biggest threat to Konats.
Yuca seemed pretty hardheaded on going on that path. While he didn't want to go on the path if he could protect everyone maybe it was worth it. Prehaps he was right but he also hoped that was not needed. He decided not to say anything on it. Just keep his mouth shut for now. Just hear him out for now. He seemed to have a conviction that was good at least. He just listened as he seemed to have gotten to the end. He noted that he hoped they were not on the other side. He'd nodded, "I hope we are on the same side too." Typha said as the man walked off. He'd keep to his work. Hopefully, he's able to get this all done soon.
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