Kid
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Post by Kid on Apr 15, 2019 16:31:00 GMT -6
Mere Scraps
Kid's PL: 100
Ko'Lee's PL: 24'000
It had been but mere minutes since Kid had landed on the planet. The residual heat from the space-pod was still significant enough to the point in which smoke billowed upwards from the landing. More so a crash that left a crater in its path leaving a kind of scar on the ground, grass and other flora alike torn up as they all formed the surrounding debris. This was by no means a smooth arrival, his mark had been made even if no one else was in the observable vicinity. Standing a few feet from the ship's point of impact as he couldn't help but reflect. His arms crossed as Kid's mind couldn't help but wander, as he was left to his own devices. <And here I stand, lone in a world I can't call familiar. This feeling, it isn't replicable. How strange? This guise of mine, surrounding by Saiyans I felt no solitude. But now, I truly stand among faces I cannot call my own. Maestropolis made that clear, how can I forget?> The alien flew out of the pit, making for higher ground as his feet touched the unaffected ground. Now at a proper elevation, capable of seeing off until the horizon permitted him no such liberty. <Their eyes while not with harmful intention carried a certain foreign quality. They knew, and so did I that we weren't alike. Perhaps aesthetically, but more so culturally and ideologically. I can't keep beating myself down, this a chance to put things in the past and start anew. After all, the future is all that remains for me. The past can't be saved, no matter how hard I'd try.> Kid looked back at the crater, more specifically the ship itself. He carried a facial expression that suggested displeasure, his mouth forming a grimace. <I guess I won't be needing this anyways.> With an palm opened and facing the vehicle, Kid fired at the ship. If people didn't hear the crash they'd likely be attracted by the explosion that soon followed the intentional destruction of his transportation. Nothing but mere scraps remained.
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Post by Oboe on Apr 17, 2019 15:48:48 GMT -6
Energy Set Power Level: 100  Weeks after his ascension to the rank of Grand Elder Guru, Oboe had taken it upon himself to visit his people in as many of their homes and villages as he could. On his first week, he’d been able to completely visit all the Villages and temples of the Maima Region – admittedly the easiest to accomplish given his birth Village, Oros Village (Now regarded as Grand Elder Village) was right outside the Cargo Farmlands – and on his second was currently touring Moori Capital where he currently attended to a group of young hatchlings whom were on their first years of learning at one of the introductory temples that were designed to help them discover their talents and what Caste they were to be a part of. His warm voice and kind words brought great joy and comfort to the young ones as this would be a first for them; Meeting Guru was already a rare thing, but for one so young to go on a self-imposed pilgrimage to visit his people? Not done in a very long time. As he was telling the story of Porunga and the three wise decisions; Oboe felt a tingle upon the back of his neck. He stopped his lecture for the moment, turning his back to stare out one of the large archways of the temple. His eyes narrowed as he closed both oculars to Feel. As he reached out with his senses, the newly appointed Guru felt a surge of understanding as the very techniques he’d mastered under his father over the years suddenly had more potency to them, a strange refined design to how they operated. For instance; As Oboe felt out with his Dragon’s Sense as he felt the strange fluctuations of energy to the north of the city. Smiling kindly at the adolescent Namekians and the hatchlings, Oboe excused himself as politely as he could before leaving the temple abruptly. Rising into the air, golden flames cascading around his form, Oboe released his ki and exploded with preternatural speed towards the source of foreign energy. After his run-ins with the World Trade Fleet as well as the Saiyan Kingdom, Oboe had begun restricting the flow of energy within his body so to hide his true strength from those whom wore the strange ocular attachments known as “Scouters”. Exhaling softly and inhaling slowly, the Namekian was able to reduce his power long before leaving the Capital’s city limits. It didn’t take long for him to come across smoke in the distance, a clear indication of something having occurred in that direction. Without hesitation, the Guru of Planet Namek would approach the scene from high in the air. Staring down at the sight below, he saw debris and ruble from what was once a space pod – noted from the similarities in design to Tarch’s ship – as well as a single solitary individual. Keeping his distance, Oboe called out to the man whom was most assuredly not from this world. “Are you Lost, Friend? Our Main Hubs of Infrastructure and entertainment are a distance that way” He pointed back towards the city. “Or maybe…you’re here for something else? State your business Traveler so that we may help you find your way.” He didn’t mean to come off rude, but due to the last grouping of visits to his planet ending in heartbreak, Oboe was being a bit more cautious than usual. |
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Vuzel
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Post by Vuzel on Apr 17, 2019 21:22:14 GMT -6
Mere Scraps Vuzel PL: 500
Being at Oboe’s side was a privilege he wasn’t ready for. Their meeting was a chancy one, though the more he thought about it, the more he could see it being fate. First and foremost, he was grateful to have found someone he could rely on. A mentor that could guide him in his path to become a warrior, while being a figure of wisdom at the same time, to help him get answers to the questions that were bothering him. To road ahead was an arduous one, but he took his job very seriously, perhaps being a bit overzealous from time to time. His presence was often regarded with skepticism, yet he would not let these not-so-subtle glances dissuade him. He believed in his Guru and therefore, believed in himself.
While visiting the nearby villages, Vuzel acted as a bodyguard, making sure there were no hidden threats around and inspecting thoroughly every place they visited. Other than that, he remained quiet, not wishing to disturb the visits or be an annoyance to everyone. He met some faces he had seen before, people turning him down on his offer of joining him to defend Namek. He held no resentment towards them, fully aware that he was in no place to ask such things from these fighters in the first place. Still, he gladly accepted the respectful nods they gave him when they saw that weak Namekian by their new Guru’s side. It was oddly satisfying, at the very least.
He frowned as he watched Oboe quiet himself for a moment, the Guru must’ve felt something suspicious in the distance. He did not dare ask, but knew very well the spiritual leader of Namek was not the kind to react this way to mundane things. He had his own vague idea and wished he could sense that presence as well to confirm his doubts. It was when Oboe took off that he followed way, reassuring the younger Namekians that they’d be back before long. If anything, Vuzel would make sure of it.
He could barely keep up with the Guru, catching up to him as he slowed down and walked silently, without leaving his side. He knew how to act in such situation, or at least had a vague idea of what to do. The first thing was to avoid telling whoever it was that Oboe was the new Guru. That would only spark trouble for all of them. The second was that he would protect him, no matter how strong the adversary was, should a fight erupt.
With the debris in sight, he took a few steps in front of Oboe, waiting patiently as his mentor called to the individual hovering above the smoking mess under him. He clenched his fist, feeling anger welling up in him at the sight of yet another stranger on their planet. The absence of immediate response made him reaffirm what Oboe said, except on a slightly less friendly tone.
“State your business, stranger!”
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Post by Kid on Apr 18, 2019 19:07:40 GMT -6
Mere Scraps
Kid's PL: 100
Ko'Lee's PL: 24'000
Life never ceased to surprise Kid, in his eyes a random series of events. To others a predictable chain of circumstances. While at times dull, living appeared to be a consistent pattern of monotony filled with brief intermissions of excitement. On this occasion here, the pattern gave the impression that it was soon to break. Changing for the better, though for how long? Kid still didn't know, unprepared for such an encounter. Especially given the fact that he hadn't detected the power-level earlier. Thrown off guard as he quickly processed the rapid development of his arrival that had taken place but only a moment ago. Although on a different planet now the alien couldn't help feel some kind of déjà-vu in reference to his time on Vegeta. Crossing paths with another Namekian within a particular context he found equally as random. <I wonder if this encounter'll go like the last, hard to tell at this point. The tone is unclear still.> He cast a quick glance towards the robed man's general direction. Not exactly looking at his eyes, as if searching for something not visible on the surface. <A power-level of a hundred. His strength doesn't seem all that remarkable if I'm really reading it correctly.> The visor on his face began to illuminate. A series of symbols formed on the screen, revealing an extended set of code. The exact purpose was unclear but at random intervals it scrolled down as new images took its place. His concentration split as the barrage of information overwhelmed him terribly, providing increased insight he still struggled to interpret all at once. He cast that distraction aside for now. Looking at the man with an expression hard to decipher given the nature of his garb, having creased the mask by sheer accident. A scene of surprise clearly visible on his face had he not been masked. "Me, lost?" The alien let out a terrible laugh, relaxing his stiff body. "If I was in search of entertainment I'd have been elsewhere, it isn't why I came." He looked over to where Oboe had been pointing, glancing at the city's direction even if it was quite far. Having been without another person to converse with in so long, Kid developed a hunger. Possessing a desire for more discussion, short as it might end up being. He replied once more, this time changing the nature of the exchange to one far more generalized. "The name's Kid, I didn't quite catch yours. I take it-" He quickly caught himself short, having detected another power-level due to the unique mechanical sounds produced by his scouter. "It seems like we aren't alone, no coincidence I assume." The man broke off from the conversation to look at the new arrival, having landed but moments ago. <Another Namekian, seemingly stronger too might I add. Are they random strangers or a pair bearing some unseen bond? Hard to tell at this point really.> He signaled to the foreigner, pointing at them or more so in their general direction. Not being all that accurate with his target. "Is this how things are done on Namek? No prior introduction or the tiniest bit of courtesy at the least?? I'm not normally this blunt but I suppose this calls for an exception." Kid looked back at the ruins of his space-craft, perchance by accident or due to some unspoken meaning attached to the machine. "I come from Planet Plant, what's now come to be known as Vegeta. I seek refuge for the time being. I'm no admirer of the Kingdom, neither of Saiyans generally. My predecessors came to face their demise on that planet and its made something very clear to me." His visual attention returned to Oboe and Vuzel, his voice steady. "Unless stopped in some shape or form the Kingdom will inevitably grow. Bringing war in their endless quest to conquer and consume. Hopefully with enough strength their forces can be repelled, and right can be returned to my fallen progenitors. That business enough for you?"
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Post by Oboe on Apr 19, 2019 20:25:03 GMT -6
Power Level: 100 Oboe heard the sharp voice from behind him. Turning back with a disappointed gaze, Oboe took in the sight of his young apprentice. His tone was sure to have been construed as hostile – an intent the Elder did not wish to portray to any arriving on the planet for the first time; Having decided a peaceful approach was always the way – The Sage of Namek was a bit mindful of the tone so to correct it immediately. Calling out to the traveler, descending from the sky so that he could approach the off-worlder openly and without hostility. “Please, excuse my Student – He has seen much in the recent months and is not so trusting of outsiders. I assure you we meant no disrespect or hostility. I Simply meant to ask if you knew your way around our world – or if this was your first time visiting. I assure you; we meant no harm. Allow me to introduce myself, I am known as Oboe – and this is my Trainee, Vuzel.” Oboe offered a warm smile as he brought his staff down gently upon the grass. Its long shaft and large amber gemstone at its head were a sight to behold. Oboe listened as he explained his circumstance for coming to this world. A refugee from Planet Plant – known now to be the Saiyan home world of Planet Vegeta – seeking sanctuary from the Saiyans; a very unique reason for coming. Having only met the Saiyans; Tarch, Nasuha and Ochra, Oboe’s view of the warrior race and its backstory as well as history was a bit lacking. He had no idea there had been war on the planet itself that had circumvented the original seat of power and forced members of the abdicated people to find new homes. How terrible! As he finished his tale, the Elder shook his head and responded with the only platitudes he could consider; “I’m sorry…We have been sequestered from the Universe for so long; We did not know that status of worlds beyond our own borders. You must excuse our ignorance as we only recently interacted with outsiders due to the World Trade Fleet and Saiyans visiting our Home. We’re still recovering in many ways…” He sighed looking at what appeared to be rubble, smoke and debris scattered in each direction. A ship crash – from what he saw; something he was very familiar with. Kindly, carefully he approached the strange looking individual (Strange to him). Looking at his face, most of it obscured by a cloth or mask of some kind, Oboe offered an extended hand, palm open as a showing of non-aggression. “Please, let me officially Welcome you to Planet Namek. Please, come to the Capital – I’m sure we can help you at the very least find long term lodging. It’s the least we could do, Mr. Kid.” He smiled kindly as he continued. “At the very least, we could continue talking in a much less…empty place, and in the process maybe I can tell you a little about our planet and people as it sounds like you may be with us for a while…”Oboe’s voice seemed genuine, there was no hint of hostility or trepidation – we offered this traveler the most hospitable situation he could given the circumstance. Looking over to his companion, knowing he’d have heard the traveler’s tale of his home planet, also knowing he may find kinship in such feelings, Oboe called out. “Vuzel! Please, Join us.” |
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