Casca's Day Off (Open!) May 7, 2019 1:14:17 GMT -6
Post by Casca on May 7, 2019 1:14:17 GMT -6
"Casca's Day Off"
Much needed Rest and Relaxation
Casca wanted to see the capitol, the Namekian capital to be exact.
Known for its ancient and living structures, the place was beyond beautiful. Never really having the chance to stop and smell the roses, Casca wanted to see the village for herself.
Walking the streets of Moori, Casca could already feel the difference from the Ajisa mainland over the other neighboring continents. The Moori Capital could be one of the most peaceful places in the galaxy for all Casca was concerned, because she loved it!
Entering one of the city’s most infamous gardens, the Saiyan felt the weight of many generations as she held her hand over greenery as she walked. Skimming the tops of the surrounding shrubbery, Casca couldn’t wait for what she would discover next.
Just losing herself to her surroundings, Casca couldn’t believe there were this many plants. Just in awe as she strolled the peaceful garden, smiling at Namekian children as they ran by playing. Wow, she thought, she could see herself retiring on a planet like this. She laughed to herself that she may have found the greatest, secret real-estate opportunity in the galaxy.
Leaving the capital’s gardens after many hours of self-indulgent meditation, Casca felt like everything was changing for the best.
She reconnected with Flip, which she needed.
She remembered her run-in with Sensoa Ghoun, feeling their paths would cross again someday soon.
And now, she was here, to meet with the new Guru, and to ask for his blessing during her hunt for the Namekian Dragon Balls. Yup, things were definitely going well.
“Hey, you! Stop right there,” Casca heard as she turned up the street. Not giving the person the satisfaction, the Saiyan continued to walk through the village. “Hey! You there, I’ve seen your face before,” the Namekian stranger said, as he ran up to catch her.
“Oh yeah,” Casca answered. “And what makes you think that?”
The man shakily answered, “I think I saw your face on the news? Something about a terrorists or traitor? Someone who broke out of prison, took royalty prisoner, then stowed away on a ship that was heading for Namek. Said something about —,” Casca cut him off as she pushed her finger over his lips.
“Shhhh, I’m not the prisoner you are looking for,” Casca tried to use an old mind trick.
The Namekian freaked as Casca touched him, something she was not ready for. “Help! Help! Someone is trying to kill me,” he screamed for his life.
Growing impatient, Casca tried to put the man at ease before anyone else saw. Quickly karate chopping the back of his neck, the Saiyan delivered a blow so quick it didn’t take a lot of power to knock the Namekian out. Carefully, Casca laid the man on the street as she thought of what to do next, run maybe?
“Did you see that? That Saiyan just killed a Namekian! Get her,” yelled a bystander.
“No, he’s just sleeping,” she tried to reason as an angry mob started to grow with the intention of restoring balance.
Not wanting to create a bigger scene, Casca took off. Sprinting around the streets of the capital, this is not how Casca’s Day Off was supposed to go or was it?
Sliding under a fence, Casca entered a newly built, and in other cases grown, water garden. Full of various pools, the Saiyan darted across the lily pads in an attempt to lose the angry mob of Namekian people.
I know, angry Namekians right? In the most peaceful place on the planet?
Casca seemed to have that effect on a place if she stayed too long, as it may have already begun here on Namek. Places seem to reject her as if she were poison, and could be as she turned to see several of her pursuers follow her into the water garden. Tricks over water where child's play, and Casca knew it. Circling back to the entrance, Casca entered a desert themed garden, known to house Namek’s rarest desert climate plants.
Sprinting across the hot sand, the Saiyan needed to act quick as she watched the wave of Namekians turn the corner into the desert garden. “Draagggoooon.” Casca began to prime her fist full of Ki. Seeing just the regular Namekian’s reaction to her "aggression" gave her an upsetting feeling. No guru for you, she thought. A little ticked off at her ruined day, Casca finished her mantra, “Fissstt!”
Slamming her fist in the sand, Casca moved the earth as she fired the massive Golden Dragon into the soil. Sparking the sand into glass, Casca was starting to really regret her day. As if splintering wood, the soil floor froze into glass, including the path of the guards.
Watching them slip and complain at her ignorance started to worry Casca even more. Upset at herself, Casca turned to see the destruction of her attack, a frozen, glass garden.
Cornered by her own mistake, believing she had to defend herself, Casca goofed up. “Get her before she kills us all,” shouted one of the Namekians. Leading the charge, Casca watched the man run at her. Remembering how only her touch stunned the Namekian from earlier, she tried to continue as peacefully as she could.
What it looked like, was something different entirely.
Casca pivoted as she faced her oncoming opponent, sidestepping his attempt to tackle her. Understanding the man would eventually slip on the glass and end up on the ground anyways, Casca helped him. “Sleep,” she said as she touched his forehead.
The Namekian dropped like a bag of rocks, out cold but only asleep. That was relatively easy, she thought. “Hey! She killed that man! Get her,” the mob continued to insist she was evil. Well, she tried, she thought.
Allowing the group to come at her at once, Casca used her superior warrior speed to make little work of this group of peaceful Namekians. Touching dozens of foreheads, our green friends dropped like moths to a flame.
Spinning and combating, using only her index finger while taking on multiple Namekians, Casca moved as she touched each one’s forehead before they went night, night and left her alone. Standing around a mass of sleeping green bodies, Casca took a sigh as she wiped the sweat from her own forehead. "Rough day in the neighborhood," she stated at one of the unconscious men jokingly.