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Post by Chime on Mar 17, 2019 17:10:33 GMT -6
Chime's PL: 65,000
It had only been a few hours since Chime's unexpected encounter with King Yemma and Synthesia at the gates of the afterlife. He'd taken some time to recover from the shock, both from learning his friend was dead and from having his consciousness wrenched across the universe. He'd wept, mourned briefly, then gathered himself and called out to all his friends telepathically. He didn't tell them why specifically, just that there was something important he needed to tell them in person. They could probably tell from his tone that it was pretty serious.
When they arrived they would find him outside, sitting on the top step of the stairs in front of the main sanctum of the Lookout. His elbows were resting on his knees and he sat with a slight hunch to his shoulders, a defeated, tired pose. The orange bead necklace he always wore was off, dangling from his right hand. He worried at one bead a bit before moving onto the next one, and then the next, all the way around the necklace. Maybe he was meditating or praying, or maybe it was just a nervous habit. Whatever the case, the Kami sat there with a distant look in his eyes, waiting on his friends and bracing to deliver the bad news.
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Post by Tysco Zautt on Mar 25, 2019 7:14:54 GMT -6
|| Tysco’s PL: 8,000 || PL Suppressed to 333 [UT1] Secret Identity is in effect ||
Studying the mystic arts was one of two things for Tysco; either phenomenally inspiring and enchanting or.. Mind bogglingly boring and samey. He knew a great deal, and always wanted to know more. However, the trappings of a mortal mind (or about as mortal as anyone was lead to believe so far) were ever present. Being connected to an elder demon had perks, such as an innate talent, but Tysco was still partially of earthling descent as well, he had limitations as a result of this, limits he one day sought to completely break.
“Uuugh, man this bites.” Tysco groaned, resting his head on his desk and half-assedly chucking his pen behind him into an open pencil case on the other side of the room. “... Okay but that was cool, I guess.”
Since the young man had been working for a good while, he was about to check his phone to see if anyone was available to hang out— moments before he even touched it, he got a message. A brain-mail message, from Chime! ’Chime? Hold on a minute, I’m on my way now’ To that end, Tysco pocketed his phone, and put his favorite jacket back on as he head out of his apartment, giving a kind wave to the elderly receptionist on his way out. “Just goin’ for some fresh air, hit a wall with study, aheh~”
Keeping to his ‘totally normal person’ act, Tysco took a bus to the outskirts of West City and walked the rest of the way to a point where nobody would be around to see him before quickly flying onto the Timeless Lookout where he saw Chime sitting near an edge of the platform. “H-hey, I’m here. Sorry I took a while. I had to make sure I wasn’t followed by anyone suspicious.” Tysco said, sitting down next to Chime. “Whats happening?” Now, Tysco was mostly in the loop about happenings on the Lookout, as much as any frequent visitor would be— but he was still understandably focused on his studies and secret heroism.
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Post by Chime on May 3, 2019 3:38:29 GMT -6
As Tysco approached, Chime lifted his head to face him, and his eyes clearly had the swollen, puffy look of someone that had recently been crying. Still, he gave his friend a smile and stopped fidgeting with his necklace. Tysco's words gave him pause, and he chose to focus on that for a moment to delay having to break the bad news, "Followed by anyone...? Why would you be followed? You don't have a weird stalker or something, do you? I can give them a talking to, if you need!" He sat up straighter and momentarily puffed out his chest, but his five-foot-nothing self was anything but intimidating. After a moment, Chime sagged again. He glanced around as if to find something else to distract or stall with, but the pristine white tiles of the Lookout provided no aid. So he took a breath, and began,
"A-anyway, why I called you here. Um. Do you know Synthesia?" he began to worry at his necklace as he spoke, unconsciously, "The forest spirit guy, long green hair...well, it's more grass than hair...wore white robes a lot. Kinda blunt but his heart's in the right place, and--" He cut himself off as his voice broke, and he stared down at the floor between his feet for a moment as he composed himself. He cleared his throat, "...Sorry. So. I'm getting ahead of myself. I got a weird feeling earlier today, like something magical or powerful, I dunno. But I meditated on it, and somehow I was sent to this room with a huge desk, and Synthesia was there but he didn't look so good, and..." Chime lowered his voice to a dramatic whisper, "King Yemma was there! The big ogre guy in charge of all the dead spirits!"
"So, it turns out Synthesia is...well...he's dead. His life was being judged, I guess? I told the King that he was a really good guy, on the inside, even if he says the wrong things sometimes. They let him into heaven, but I..." Chime stared off into the distance and began babbling more to himself than to Tysco. He'd thought he'd be able to keep it together, but actually talking about it out loud was making him emotional again, and tears began to bubble up in his eyes, "...I knew he'd ran off, but I didn't know it was that far. He said something about Arcose, but I-- I don't know what happened, h-he was gone too fast. I should've gone looking for him, I should've tried talking to him more, I knew he was upset. I should've..."
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Post by Tysco Zautt on May 5, 2019 5:32:36 GMT -6
|| Tysco’s PL: 8,000 || PL Suppressed to 333 [UT1] Secret Identity is in effect ||
Tysco’s eye frills drooped. Seeing a friend like this was never a fun time. Surely Chime would go into what was wrong, but as he was similarly as selfless as Tysco, his concern shifted to what the young man said. “Stalker? Naaah, nah—” He chuckled, seeing Chime put on a tough guy act. Well, it wasn’t much of an act, he was quite strong in actuality. “I don’t have any weird stalkers. I just wanted to make sure nobody that decided to be a jerk could end up somehow just following me up here and try bust this place up again” To say that Tysco was frustrated with people going at the Lookout out of nowhere, now that was an understatement.
“Yeah, I know him.” He confirmed, politely staying silent so that Chime could explain further. It was the worst possible scenario. Tysco believed Chime’s assessment of Synthesia was accurate, and would have said much the same himself. The fact was, the Nature Guardian had perished on Arcose. That was exactly where he ran off to, it checked out with what Mollusc said a few days ago...
Jeez did the afterlife have a dilation in time then? Tysco knew who did the deed, but it was not exactly his place to say. It was Makaimorph’s. At the very least, he could direct Chime to the Pride Troopers. “I think he was a Pride Trooper too, Synthesia. I think that they should be told what happened..”
Tysco brought out his journal, one of the most fantastic artifacts he had in his possession. “Synth had some glaring flaws, he judged me for being of demonic descent when we first met. I was just straightforward with him, and we kinda got along decently enough after that.” He took a deep breath, trying to center himself as well. “It was because of him that I retrieved this from within Fukurou Forest. Synthesia is the reason that I, let alone anyone can research this text. He never took credit for it, never lorded it over me. He just helped me out without really questioning it.” Tysco’s voice began to break slightly, but he persevered. “Nobody is perfect. But anyone that reaches out to help another person in need, to help the innocent, they can’t be all that bad.”
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Post by Tsukibito Daruma on May 8, 2019 0:04:27 GMT -6
PL: 10,000 Daruma had been in a low mood this morning. He wasn't sure why - it wasn't the same as his usual morning low, and it didn't feel like depression. He could feel it in his canines, and the lobes of his ears. A tingling in his bones. Something had happened, maybe? Was it a sign? He'd never felt this way, but something was irrefutably wrong this morning and he didn't know what to do with that feeling. With a heavy sigh, Daruma finally made it out of bed and found his way to the bathroom somberly, resting his forehead against the tiles as he relieved his bladder before sitting down in the shower, curled up in a wreck of anxiety. After long enough in the shower that he started to wrinkle, Daruma slogged out, mopped up the water soaked through his shag of hair and tumbled slowly through the kitchen and out onto the tiling outside. As he turned the corner and stepped out into the sunlight, Daruma was met with two familiar sights: a green antenna-having namekian best friend, and an orange demon with white hair deep in some upsetting conversation from the looks of it. With a gulp to push back his fear that this might involve whatever this alarming feeling he'd had all morning, Daruma approached his friends. As he got close he gleaned it had something to do with Synthesia from hearing his name once or twice through metaphorical foggy earmuffs caused by the dryness building in his throat from nerves. "Hey guys, hahaha..." The blue ogre chuckled nervously, scratching at the back of his neck with a concerned look spread across his face as he turned to his friends. "What's happening? Everything... okay?"Stifling the panic in his chest, he prayed to whatever powers controlled fate and chance that whatever they were talking about was not worth this existential dread churning in his stomach, and that maybe he was just being dramatic and stressing for no reason. For the first time in a while, that turning out to be the case would be a relief.
KP: 3/3 -Chime -> Tysco Zautt |
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Post by Chime on May 17, 2019 14:28:45 GMT -6
Chime got a hold of himself after a few seconds, and his sad, self-flagellating rambling ended in a tearful cough. He pulled up the collar of his robes to wipe his face, but he still looked like a mess afterward. He felt like a mess, too. As Tysco mentioned the Pride Troopers, he nodded slowly, "I know I should, and I will, I just...I wanted to talk to you guys, first." He went quiet as his friend continued on, talking about his own experiences with Synthesia, but the first point made him frown with surprise. Demonic descent...? Chime knew Tysco wasn't a regular Earthling, that much was obvious, but he had always assumed his odd appearance was due to some alien race or other in his blood, not demons. As he continued to listen, and looked into Tysco's orange and black eyes, he thought that maybe it should have been obvious. It didn't change how he felt either way. He knew other demons that were good people, and Tysco was obviously the same.
"I never knew that about the journal!" Is what he focused on instead, "That's really neat. See, I knew he was a good guy! I just wish--"
He stopped short when he hears Daruma approach from behind him, and froze. Chime knew his friend would take the news hard, and so he dreaded actually telling him. The last thing he wanted to do was make the already melancholy Daruma even sadder. But he'd find out sooner or later, so he might as well hear it from Chime. The Namekian took a deep, steadying breath, then spoke without turning around.
"So, um. Synthesia...died. On Arcose. I don't know exactly what happened yet. But!" And here he did spin around to face Daruma, "Once the Dragon Balls have recharged, we can wish him back! It'll only be a few months at most! Then everything will be back to normal!" He said, with the urgency of someone trying to plug leaks in a sinking ship.
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Post by Tysco Zautt on Jun 19, 2019 2:51:46 GMT -6
|| Tysco’s PL: 8,000 || PL Suppressed to 333 [UT1] Secret Identity is in effect ||
Chime already intended to seek out the Pride Troopers even without Tysco reminding him, and he held a hand to the back of his neck sheepishly. He should’ve seen that coming. “Yeah, just.. Yanno, clear your head as much as you can manage. I’m sure they’ll understand.” Hilarious considering he was in fact one of them and already understood.
In some small way, Tysco was glad that Chime decided to focus on the journal of all things. “Well, y’do now, I guess.” He offered a weak yet well meaning smile. Daruma had emerged from within the Lookout. The Ogre didn’t look too good; so Tysco let Chime speak so things didn’t get the chance to be muddled up. No point in stressing the guy out further with more than one person talking.
Chime made his explanation in short, and brought up an equally interesting factoid. They could get the power of Shenron on their side if they played their cards right! “Hey, yeah that's true... That could work.” There was a silver lining after all, very thin, but still silver.
The biggest problem being whatever else happened between now and then. If tragedy struck, one that took more from the world than a single individual, how could any of them justify not wishing to fix that instead? Tysco especially; being perhaps the most selfless person he himself knew... He had a feeling Synthesia in his heart of hearts no matter how stuffy the arboreal guardian could get, he would rather the bigger disaster be addressed and fixed over his own untimely passing.
Strangely enough, Tysco had an odd feeling deep down. A rogue thought passing through his mind told him that the wishing orbs might not actually work on Synthesia. Tysco could have sworn he felt something happen a while ago Fukurou Forest after he had planted the seed that held the remaining force of Synthesia... Either way he didn’t give the thought attention at this time as it would ruin Chime’s efforts to make anything positive out of this situation.
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