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Post by Oboe on May 18, 2019 22:54:38 GMT -6
Current Power Level: 56,000 
As the trio escaped from the madness that had been Om-Yogu’s possessed state, Oboe felt guilty and cast a gaze back. He was surprised when he realized that – not only was Casca following behind as swiftly as she could, but that she was carrying all three Dragon Balls! Oboe, decidedly slowed his pace as he connected with the woman. “Flip!” He called out, hoping the other would realize the same as he. Reaching out and grasping hold of his Four-Star Ball, Oboe smiled and nodded his thanks to the Saiyan. It seemed that Typha, the other Konatsian from earlier, had decided to come to their rescue AND let them retain their wish-orbs. “Casca! How did You- No, Lets go Cmon!” Realizing the threat of the situation behind them, Oboe continued to pour speed on and lead the duo to a secluded area where -as luck would have it – he sensed someone he might be able to rely on for help. Steering the group Oboe headed towards the energy source of the Saiyan – Vocado. As per earlier, he’d offered to help them all and as luck would intend, they were in need of that very help as they spoke. It was clear that none of the trio had the sheer might or fortitude to handle such a beast like Monster if he was looking for the Dragon Balls. What’s more, the brave Sacrifice of Typha may very well end in the young man’s death. Was Oboe alright with that? Could he really let such a noble act go unaccounted for? The Guru of Namek had been conflicted ever since he ran from the onslaught. He wanted to help the young man – truly, he did – but there was no stopping a force of such wicked intent with such a huge disparaging gap between his ability and Monsters Power. With renewed conviction, he slowly and silently made up his own mind as to how he’d handle the situation. Hoping the pair behind him had kept up and were still following, Oboe continued to move towards the Saiyans location. Earlier when Kraktus had spoken of causing destruction, he’d shown his offer to assist wasn’t just talk. He’d attacked the squid man who had been terrorizing his people. Surely, in this the hour of his need, the Saiyan would not hesitate to assist him. After all, he had come to his planet so respectfully and even asked permission to search for the Dragon Balls himself. He had to accept that this man would help him. |
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Post by Casca on May 19, 2019 8:47:39 GMT -6
"Where ... From Here?"
“ What are we doing,” Casca said as she caught up to Oboe. “ We left that Konatsian to die!” Oboe, shocked at receiving back his Dragon Ball, tried to relay this wasn’t the time for a discussion. Piercing through the sky, Casca couldn’t make sense of what happened. Was she remembering a different person? Was the young and determined man she left at the table with Kid the same as this Monster? No. Yogu needed our help. Monster needed to be stopped. Remembering Typha, Casca voiced the possible last request of the Konatsian, “ We need to get ahold of the Kingdom! We need to warn them about the Monster! We need to get ahold of Kayan,” she pulled on Flip’s arm during flight. “ You have to have some means of communication aboard the Big Gamble, right? What’s the quickest way to contact the Kingdom, this has gotten way out of hand!” Disgusted by her feelings of leaving Typha to deal with their problem, Casca was trying to summon the strength to admit this wasn’t working “ We need to re-think all of this, I want to bring people back, not sacrifice new ones. The Monsta known as Yogu needs to be stopped before he destroys the planet. I’m hoping,” she said as she handed Flip his Dragon Ball, “ these will help, but we need more than hope. We need the big guns to finish our saga,” the Saiyan yelled as she blindly followed Oboe believing he knew all the answers.
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Post by Flip Fortuna on May 20, 2019 11:06:21 GMT -6
This had all gone completely out of hand. Everything had been going so well, and then some maniacal monster had stepped in and caused lord knows how many problems. And yet, with everything that had happened, there was a silver lining. Catching Oboe's shout, he glanced back and was surprised to see Casca with the Dragon Balls. The little minx had gotten them away! In the distance, he could sense Yogu, and another power clashing. So, that's what had happened. Thank goodness they were able to salvage the situation. As the three of them landed, Casca was frantic about them contacting the Saiyan Kingdom, informing them of the threat on Namek and getting them over here to help. That...was a TERRIBLE idea. Getting someone like Kaye involved wouldn't end well for them. After all, Kayen was a pirate. And she was significantly stronger than them all. "Casca, please, relax. We can handle this. We've still got the dragon balls, and now we have an idea on who our enemies are." he turned to Oboe, "You wouldn't happen to have a read on where Vocado is, would you? If he really is willing to help us out, then we can really use his help right now." There was no need to get a whole kingdom involved when they had a Super Saiyan on their side. He turned back to Casca. "We've already got all the big guns we need."Vocado |
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Post by Vocado on May 20, 2019 20:29:16 GMT -6
Thread Power Level: 134,000 | Super Saiyan (x15T) Active! Current PL: 2,010,000!
If only things were simpler.
Vocado blasted across the plains of Namek, his eyes narrowed and heart racing. He could feel the clash of energies from miles away, but that was just the problem. He was ages away from the battle proper. With any luck, he might be able to save a single soul, but all of them? They were doomed. Trapped by Yogu's intensity. If only he'd realized sooner that the kid was a threat to the people.
But it seemed there was some stroke of luck. In his travel he felt a small group break away, one of whom being the Guru. Knowing at least that the Dragon Balls were safe was a small victory, he supposed. Whomever was fighting against Yogu now would have to fend for themselves a bit longer. Vocado needed to check in on those who broke away.
With a burst, the Super Saiyan arrived above the trio, skidding to a halt far above them. It wasn't just Oboe that was familiar. The other two fighters here had been at that village. Kraktus seemed like the biggest problem back then.
Landing across from them, Vocado neglected to turn off his golden glow, rushing to the Guru's side to inspect him for wounds.
"Of all the people to cause trouble, it's Yogu. I should have killed him when I had the chance..."
Looking over the horizon, he watched as a clash of Ki caused the grass to tremble. Whoever was fighting against Yogu had the heart of a lion.
"Who's been left behind? They won't last much longer."
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Post by Nashua on May 21, 2019 17:07:43 GMT -6
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Well, Nashua couldn't say she thought she'd be back on Namek quite so soon after the last, very long debacle of the Dragon Balls that had taken place there, but her fear of what Vocado was planning gave her little choice than to follow him. Perhaps it would have been smart to inform Kayen or even Ramen about it first, but she felt time was of the essence and they both had scouters she could ring from across the galaxy. Sure, they racked up quite the phone bill, but the Kingdom paid for that if you could prove the calls were of military urgence. ...Sometimes. Either way, Nashua was on Namek now, and, at the insistence of her mother, 'spruced her look up a bit'. She wasn't sure what that was supposed to have meant, she rather liked the ponytail, but she'd been in too much of a hurry to argue against her mother giving her a quick haircut and new outfit.
Moms, am I right?
The Saiyan woman stepped out of her space ship after it touched down on the Namekians' home planet with a sigh, tugging with discomfort at the white cape that adorned her. Complaining about clothing choices could wait, though. After all, there was trouble afoot that she had to come help out with. Hopefully it'd be brief so she could get back home before too long. She was lucky enough to pick up some power levels on her scouter before too long - and one of them in particular was absurdly high, towering over all the ones that surrounded it. Probably not a good sign. Nashua took to the skies and sped towards the group of power levels, it only taking a few minutes before they came into view, and she saw something she'd been hoping she wouldn't.
"Vocado!" Nashua exclaimed as she touched down, putting herself in between the Super Saiyan and the other three weaker characters. Two of them were unharmed, it seemed, and she didn't quite recognize the pair, but one of them was a familiar face, and looked worse for the wear. "Oboe, are you okay?" she worriedly asked him before returning her gaze to Vocado, and crossing her arms in front of her with a glare and a frown. "When you talked about needing to do something bad, I didn't expect it meant attacking random people on Namek! The heck are you thinking you're accomplishing here, Vocado?" she scolded the former king, her ki slightly flaring up in case he responded with hostility and she needed to go Super Saiyan to defend herself.
TAGS: Oboe
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Post by Oboe on May 22, 2019 20:55:42 GMT -6
“My Dear – We aren’t leaving him to die…He has made a grave sacrifice and it’s up to us to rectify it! We must find Mr. Vocado Before it’s too late. We have no time to get ahold of the Kingdom – nor do we Namekians have any means to do so…Right now this is all we can do.” Oboe turned from the glare of the young lady, guilt taking hold of his heart as fear continued to grip at his chest like an icy hand. This was cowardice, self-serving cowardice at its finest – and there was nothing he could do about it. Turning back to regard the young man, Oboe would nod in response.
“I-I think so. I’m sensing something that’s akin to him but I just can’t put my finger on-“
Oboe’s head snapped to the side as he stared towards the horizon. Dark clouds and a fierce energy seemed to resonate from beyond as Oboe’s danger sense began to scream in fear. Warning! Something insane is on its way! Look out! These were the thoughts screaming in his mind. Without warning, he stopped flying and gazed upward, his body listlessly floating downward as the sight that greeted him was beyond anything he’d ever felt in his life. Sheer force, power and intensity; The golden glow cascading off his frame.
Stuttering, Oboe fell to his knees before the figure’s sheer might. The image of burning flashing through his mind as the intensity, the depth of such insane force caused him to buckle. This was enough power to crack his world in two! Were the off-worlders, so powerful? The Sea of Stars and its denizens this dangerous? A burst of speed and the figure was before him. Terrifying, and at this proximity he felt ill. It wasn’t until the voice rung in his ears that he even realized who was before him. Stuttering a response out, slowly trying to gain leverage to his knees, but failing. His Four-Star ball, sitting next to him.
“M-Mr. V-Vocado?” Oboe wasn’t sure, but he knew he recognized the voice. When he continued speaking, he slowly began to calm. The recognition was there but seeing the Saiyan in such a state, to see their destructive power this close, and in such magnificent splendor, It was too much for the Guru. Especially in his disheveled state. His clothes in tatters, wounds across his face and arms, The Sage was in bad shape – even after having regenerated from his injuries.
“It was the Konatian…Typha; He-He’s fighting Om-Yogu, or…Something that’s NOT him…I don’t clearly understand but the man is giving everything he has to protect us. Please! Help him! Take my Dragon Ball – Maybe you can leverage it for his life! I don’t want anyone to die!”
Oboe would reach over and grip the large sphere of orange into his arms. He had already resolved to assist the Saiyan with his noble venture; His desires seemed genuine enough. But in this scenario, with the life of another on the line, Guru had to place all of his trust into this man. He was hoping he’d make the right decision as he moved to hand the sphere over to the man from beyond. Was this the right choice? Could this truly be the only way? Vocado meant well, didn’t he?
“Vocado!”
That voice! Weakly gazing up as a shadow cast upon his form. White cloak and new hairstyle nearly making her unrecognizable, but that voice – that concern. He knew this person immediately. He was a mess, and it was clear he was emotional, but seeing the young lady before him whom had been so concerned with his world before and had helped so much nearly brought tears to bear. Croaking out a rasp response, Oboe managed to yelp;
“Miss Nashua!? I-Is it really you?”
He was shocked that the Saiyan that had left such a great impression on the Namekians had returned! Just in the Knick of time it seemed! Yet, something was off. Wasn’t Nashua a Saiyan? He listened as she swiftly began to chastise her companion – Vocado – for desiring to do something bad? So far as he knew, the Saiyan had done nothing so far to indicate he had the intention to do bad. What was Nashua talking about? His eyes widened as she single-handedly blamed the Saiyan for the state he was in. An understandable confusion to say the least. Opening his mouth, he began to explain –
“Miss Nashua, it-it’s not like that. Mr. Vocado was going to take the Dragon Balls, watch them, and stated he had a wish - “
Before he continued to explain however her dangerously potent power began to resonate from her form. He stuttered to a stop as the depths of her force began to cause his world to collapse once again. This was beyond the touch of the Eternal Dragon; This power was primal, unbridled with rage and anger. He was aware of how his words implicated the Saiyan – It wasn’t intentional, he was trying to get the words out…but…his wounds and the sheer intensity of power before him? It was too much. He began to crack.
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Post by Casca on May 23, 2019 14:12:27 GMT -6
"Where ... From Here?" The Guru had powerful friends. Following Oboe’s sudden descent to the ground, Casca felt an enormous power surging in their direction. Fearing the Monstar had returned to finish what he started, the Saiyan landed next to Oboe. Turning to her teammate, she quickly whispered to Flip her concern over the approaching thunder. “ If things get ugly, the Guru’s life comes first. We save the Guru over ourselves.” Confidence wavering as the group watched one of the most powerful beings in existence touch down in front of them. Shielding her eyes from the sheer luminescence of the transcendent being, Casca knew that this power was something much different than that of the monster. This one was a friend. To her surprise, Vocado touched down and immediately rushed to the Guru’s side to inspect the mortal wounds that should have taken his life. Revealing no more than a scar, the Guru stumbled over carefully chosen words in the presence of the all might of the Super Saiyan. Who could blame him, not every day you meet the former King of the Saiyans and be blessed enough to stand next to a star and not be burned. Following suit, Casca took a knee at the absolute strength displayed before her. Vocado proved to be much more interesting than when the group first met, his power nearly equaling the sum total of Namek itself. The young woman cowered at the thought of standing in his way. In comes another female Saiyan, while not as powerful at the moment, seemed at odds with the former King aiding the Guru. Casca did the only thing you can do when an immovable object meets an unstoppable force, she kept her mouth shut. The new Saiyan arrived with a whirlwind of force, accusing the former King of former misdeeds and possible future ordeals. Causing her power to spike in response to Vocado, definitely showed her intentions and how she was going to handle the situation. Then the new arrival accused Casca’s one-time acquaintance friend, Vocado, that he was attacking people on Namek. Maybe she meant us? Did she think the former King attacked Oboe? Not wanting to interrupt a fight she had no right in taking part in, Casca continued to stare at the ground, as helpless as a child without her mother. Yes, it was also because she’s incredibly weak compared to everyone standing before her. But jeopardizing the group’s two chances to possibly save the Konatsian and later free Yogu, causing a scene wasn’t an option. Feeling helpless when strength was needed, Casca angrily shouted at the party. “ The Konatsian is dead. And if he isn’t yet, he will be,” she said in reference to the courageous Typha that intervened to save their lives. “ The man who saved us believed the vessel housing the Monstar, Yogu, can be saved,” her voice quivering as she said his name. Seeing Yogu’s contorted features as the Saiyan closed her eyes, Casca tried a final attempt at reason before the two great powers before her destroyed all chances of Namek remaining in one piece. “ Please, put aside the problems from your past. We need to ensure this world has a future!” Raising her voice maybe a little too high, Casca might have got the group's attention. |
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Post by Flip Fortuna on May 23, 2019 14:33:41 GMT -6
Speak of the devil, and the devil shall appear. In this case, it was Vocado, in all his Super Saiyan glory. He gave a small smile to Casca, listening to her warning about getting the Guru out of there. "Casca, will you relax? Mr. Vocado here is on our side, remember?" A fact that was confirmed by Vocado immediately checking to see if Oboe was alright. Really, with Vocado on their side, that crackpot that attacked them didn't stand a chance. And then, another Saiyan turned up, berating Vocado. Well, wasn't this just peachy. They had an ace in the hole, and now it was potentially going out the window. In all honestly, Flip didn't care what Vocado was up to. As long as he didn't bother Flip or his crew, then it was all fine by him. But if it came to ANOTHER fight between the two of them, well, it wasn't exactly going to help their Yogu problem, now was it? As Casca blurted out, trying to convince the pair of them to ensure that Namek had a future, Flip put his hand on Casca's shoulder. "Casca, my dear, let me handle this." He stepped out between the two Saiyans. "Now, I don't know what your beef is with eachother, and quite frankly, I don't care. But what I do know is, is that there's a maniac on this planet who's after the Dragon Balls, and just recently tried to blast our green friend here into a million pieces. Now, whether he can be saved or not is not important at this point. What IS important is that he's most likely going to take a shot at the balls again, and is most likely heading this way right now. So, if you would just kindly postpone this little grudge match you're all brewing, and take that lunatic out, that would be just peachy. Then you can go back to killing eachother or whatever, sound good?"This wasn't about them, and as far as Flip cared, it wasn't really about Namek. If Flip or his crew were in any real danger, he was pulling out. but for now, he had a way to turn this around, and he would damn well use it! Vocado |
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Post by Vocado on May 23, 2019 17:49:07 GMT -6
Vocado's brow furrowed. Typha was here again? The Konatsian Prince was essential in their first hunt; what could have possessed him to return again? Were his people in trouble once more? Vocado had heard some dealings were going on with the fleet, but if they were truthful Vocado surely didn't know. He'd been ejected from the throne far too quickly to find out.
"Don't worry. I'll catch up. You three stay here and--"
And another voice cut through the conversation.
Bold and familiar, Nashua's sharp tone caused him to frown. He turned, and was taken aback by her new look. His cheeks flushed red, but he hid it best he could.
"Nashua? You're looking-- Uhh... What're you doing here?"
She explained quickly enough, thinking him to be the culprit for Oboe's wounds. The others were quick to explain, revealing Yogu to be the real assailant. Vocado had to wonder if she even knew who that was, or if it even mattered. Soon enough, the Earthling would be dead by Vocado's own hand.
"Trust me. The stupid thing I have planned won't harm Namek in any way, especially not its people. Besides, we have more important things to handle. Like the fact that the man who helped us the last time we were here being the only one fighting off Yogu."
He stood up, looking to the horizon, but he could already tell it was too late. With one last expulsion of energy, Typha's Ki began to fizzle out. Vocado cursed himself.
"Alright. No time for backup plans or clever quips. Typha's dead because I was too slow. I'm going over there and I'm gonna wring the life from that little Earthling shit."
His energy flared, and he looked to the others. Casca said that Yogu could be saved. On any other day, Vocado might have obliged the idea. Instead, he scoffed. "If you care that deeply about him then we'll revive him once I perform my hands-on exorcism. He can't still be possessed if his body gets vaporized, right? He's been dead once before anyways-- I'm sure he won't mind catching up with old friends."
Regardless of their answer, he'd turn to Nashua, frowning. "We could probably knock his lights out in a second if we worked together... But would you let me do this on my own? It's stupid, and its selfish to ask, but someone needs to guard the Dragon Balls anyways, right?"
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Nashua
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Post by Nashua on May 23, 2019 19:17:08 GMT -6
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Well! It was becoming clear to Nashua quite quickly that she'd misread the situation she'd rushed herself into. Oboe was the first to explain that Vocado was not the aggressor here, rather he had offered a helping hand to the situation. The blue haired girl was also quick to chime in, though Nashua had a feeling she was misreading the room a bit, she did say something pretty important. "Wait, the 'Monstar'? Yogu? I thought I dropped him off on Vegeta? What's he doing..." Wait. Monstar was that guy who'd been attacking the Lookout back on Earth, right? And this blue haired Saiyan girl was saying that Yogu and him were one and the same? ...That actually kind of made sense. Nashua actually felt a little silly for not realizing it herself, thinking back on how awkward the Earthling had seemed as he'd requested passage on her ship.
The fedora clad gentleman was next to speak, and Nashua quickly took a disliking to his attitude, herself. "Look, dude, I've done this whole thing twice before, I know the drill, thanks," she unamusedly said to the Earthling, "Evil maniac wants the Dragon Balls, fate of the world, insurmountable odds, I get it." To say Nashua had become a bit jaded by the struggles of tracking down the seven orange objects was perhaps a slight understatement. Not that she didn't get the high stakes that were at play, she just wasn't all too concerned with their chances of coming out on top. She was a Super Saiyan now, after all, and she'd handled this thing twice before without that power. "And I don't want to kill anybody, I clearly just misread the situation!"
As for the former King himself, Nashua could've sworn she saw a bit of blush in his cheeks as he laid eyes upon her, but that was quickly defused by the rising stakes of the situation. "Typha is here- er, uh, was here?" Nashua asked in surprise. That damn elf was always getting into situations too big for his britches, so of course it had finally come around and bit him in the ass. Nashua cursed herself for not having been able to to intervene this time, but Vocado was already quickly entering full on vengeance mode. "Hey, I'd be careful, if I were you," Nashua warned Vocado, "I fought this guy before, and he's about as strong as Ramen, I'd say. If not stronger. And we both know Ramen is a force to be reckoned with!"
Much as she wanted to come with him, he had a point. And Nashua didn't really like admitting it, but she nodded, and turned towards the other three, a warm smile crossing her face. "Right... Do you all have the Dragon Balls? I have no desire for a wish for myself in the slightest, but I can trust that you all have your own reasons for wanting to summon the Dragon. And I'm certain they're all better than what that thing plans to use them for. Let me protect them for you, if you would, to keep your own blood from being spilled, here. Just trust me when I say..." Nashua flexed her ki all at once, and suddenly burst forth with golden light, her once brown hair now a gold hue, and her power level one that matched- no, exceeded Vocado's, and her eyes now an icy blue. "...I have the power to keep them from the wrong hands."
TAGS: Oboe
OOC NOTES: Nashua activates Mastered Super Saiyan (x16P) to prove her strength! New PL is 2,528,000!
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Post by Oboe on May 25, 2019 15:59:35 GMT -6
Current Power Level: 56,000
The entire situation slowly diffused, but even still a look of horror etched upon Oboe’s face as from quite the distance – the location from where the trio had just narrowly escaped – the potent energy of the one known as Typha dissipated into nothingness. The valiant efforts of the man from Konats had been dispatched thoroughly by the sheer malevolence of the being known as Om-Yogu. Oboe blanched; Never in his life had he been this involved in the going on’s of Namek and now – here he was in the thick of things in an attempt to ensure that this time the Dragon Balls were atleast used to assist Planet Namek in some way. How weak he truly felt in the presence of such titans… How could he have thought himself capable of helping anyone when compared to the sheer might of the task? Through all of his methods of training – through every conceptual theory or conversation on moral stances and positions both when dealing with or engaging against off-worlders he had still be so blind to the simple truth of the universe. Strength was a terrible thing in the hands of the wicked, and wickedness could hide simply as purity. He knew it was not entirely Om-Yogu’s fault for the situation at hand, nor was he truly to be held responsible for the now death of a brave warrior. Even still, regardless of intent or design or reasoning, there was truly no denying that in his own inability to recognize the call for help and the need for assistance with containing ones own personal demons; Guru had inadvertently endangered both his planet and his people. There was no denying by the look on his face that he didn’t clearly sense and understand the depths of the power between Vocado and his strange Golden-Haired form and Om-Yogu’s darkness from this distance. It was in this knowledge, in this unfortunate reality, Oboe of Clan Oros felt truly helpless. Nashua’s warm voice broke his thoughts as he shook his head as he stood, having finally acclimated to Vocado’s power presence. She made it clear that she would protect and help keep them safe from harm. A relief to say the least, as Oboe’s trust in Nashua was established long ago when she’d assisted in the reconstruction and clean up of one of the many villages on Namek impacted by the Feud between the Saiyans and the World Trade Fleet. Without warning however, Nashua’s brilliant brown hair – the once long and ponytailed design – surged with power as golden light radiated from as it had Vocado! Was this really the same kind woman whom had helped his people not so long ago? “Y-Yes, Of Course Miss Nashua; I’d be honored to have your help in protecting the Dragon Balls. Truly – y-your kindness is unmatched. I’m so happy to see you again, I actually never thought I would again to be honest…It seems like ages have past but, I can see you have your own story to tell…and I’d love to hear it…soon.” Oboe reached out with his Four-Star ball in hand offering it to Nashua. He smiled and nodded to the Pair behind her; “Mr. Fortuna, Miss Casca. I assure you both Miss Nashua is honest to her word. She is the kindest and most warm individual I’ve had the pleasures to meet. You can trust her...” He looked back into her icy blue eyes; So Cold, so full of Rage – it was clear she had gone through something that he could never understand through simple sensory and measure alone. Nashua had gone through some Changes, and Oboe had been telling the truth when he had stated he’d love to hear her tale. Nevertheless, attention returning to Vocado – Guru would nod towards the Saiyan and offer his own plea; “If your fate is to cross that Monster Mr. Vocado, I urge you to take care. I empower you with Namek’s Plea – please make sure he doesn’t harm another soul on our world. The young man may not be in control but he must be stopped; I shy from violence, but it’s clear there’s no choice in this manner. Please – I beg of you, take Namek’s blessing and see if Typha can be Saved. If not…my choice is clear now.” Oboe turned to Nashua and nodded as he made it very clear what his wish was to be. “As much as I’d love to heal Namek of her scars, restore some of our great buildings and temples, A life is far more precious than such things that could heal in time. I will make sure that if the Dragon Balls are used, no matter what, I shall restore that young man’s life.” To Oboe, Typha’s sacrifice was a Wake-up call. Someone had died for him, that had never happened before. What made it worse was that the guilt he felt in his chest was only expanding. He had to make this right. Approaching the brilliant form of Vocado – Oboe would offer his hands out. Should the Saiyan allow him to – a Brilliant white light would shine from the Guru and move towards Vocado. Its warmth and light would be designed to put him at ease as Oboe did the only thing he could; Try to ensure Vocado’s Success. Oboe uses his Mystic Signature; Gigun: Ryu I (Righteous Force: Dragon Art of Healing) to offer Vocado a spiritual Boost through its healing light. For Rp Context this would just act as an Invigorated Surge of Energy and Mechanical Context this would simply just heal him but may bolster his morale. Additionally, Oboe is Giving Nashua his Four-Star Dragon Ball!
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Post by Casca on May 26, 2019 1:42:08 GMT -6
"Where ... From Here?"
Not even knowing the name of the new unknown force of nature standing before her, Casca buried her head as she felt the weight of the Dragon Ball in her bag grow heavier. Forget the wrong hands, whose hands were these? Not needing to ask for the wish-granting orbs, but instead asking to help protect them, the newest addition to the team transformed, eclipsed the group's power as she roared to her fullest. Outstretching her hand for the ball Casca found, the young Saiyan reached into her bag to reveal the object of discussion. And without one, she handed the Mastered Super Saiyan her last known hope of seeing her family over to the care of Oboe's friends. At least for now, the Two-Star Dragon Ball was in the possession of the ascended Super Saiyan known as Nashua. “ Typha’s dead because we were too slow,” Vocado screamed at the group surrounding him. “ … do this on my own?” Casca watched as the two strongest beings on the planet discussed the fate of the world. And then hearing the Guru bring up the Monstar, willed Casca to her feet. Shielding her face as the former King of the Saiyan's raced to meet the threat at hand, the other four exchanged information. “ He will need help. We can’t allow anymore to die. That includes Yogu, too,” Casca said to the feet of the remaining Super Saiyan. “ He’s still there, somewhere.” Waiting for Flip to hand over the last of the group’s Dragon Balls, the Saiyan traced Namek’s horizon, following Vocado’s power across the planet toward the last location of the Monstar. “ Maybe we don’t have to slay the beast, just the Monstar,” she pondered out loud. Looking over at her teammate, she thought what would the Syndicate set their eyes to, next! OCC: Casca officially hands over her Two-Star Dragon Ball to Nashua, as per the plan! |
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Post by Flip Fortuna on May 27, 2019 9:39:43 GMT -6
Ok, so the new saiyan, Nashua, seemed to be pretty quick on the uptake. That was good, her willing to put aside whatever grudge she had with Vocado to help deal with Monster. Especially since, as Vocado mentioned, the Konatsian who helped stall him was now dead. As Vocado rushed off to deal with the lunatic, Casca handed her dragon ball over to Nashua. Whatever Vocado had planned with the balls, it was clear Nashua wanted to stop him from achieving it. Meanwhile, Nashua didn't seem to want to use the balls for anything for her own. It seemed like the best bet that she would get the balls. That way, if Vocado tried anything, she could handle him.
"Here you go," Flip spoke up, handing her the five star ball. He glanced over at Casca, who was still rather concerned about Yogu. Flip, honestly, couldn't share her worry about the madman that almost killed them. "Listen, that guy ain't worth worrying about right now. Gotta look after ourselves first after all."
Giving the five star ball to Nashua
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Post by Vocado on May 28, 2019 23:30:57 GMT -6
It seemed he wouldn't be stopped. At the very least he'd get the chance to try. Would he fail miserably? Maybe. Only one way to find out, he supposed.
Steeling himself, the young Super Saiyan rolled his neck, cracking it in all the right places as the rest of the group offered their Dragon Balls up to Nashua. It was funny, in a cynical way, that Nashua was to be entrusted with them. The last time she was in charge of anything resembling the Dragon Balls, she gave up their radar to Boreal. Surely she'd learned from enough mistakes by now to not give them to Monster, though.
As Vocado's aura flared, Oboe approached, placing his hand on the Saiyan's shoulder. The Guru had a simple request: try his best to save Typha. He knew he wouldn't be able to; even now the Konatsian Prince's Ki was barely a blip on his radar. A few seconds more and it'd fade into complete nothingness. Not even a Super Saiyan was fast enough to make it there in time.
"You have my word. I'll try my best."
And Oboe's magic suddenly filled Vocado, giving him a sense of calm and confidence he hadn't felt in a while. It gave him an idea, too. One he should have acted on before he left for Namek in the first place.
With a spin on his heel, he walked to Nashua, and planted a kiss on her cheek, before pulling back quickly.
"For luck!"
With that, he blasted off, turning mid-air to give the girl a wink. "When I come back I'll make sure to lay on a proper one!"
Hopefully Monster wouldn't turn him into a liar.
Exit!
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Post by Nashua on May 29, 2019 19:34:37 GMT -6
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Alright, good. They all trusted her! Or feared her. It seemed to mostly be the former, though, as Nashua was handed the three Dragon Balls, one after the other, which she didn't really have a place to store. "I'll uh, take these back to my ship in a bit, then," she said with a chuckle as she struggled to hold onto all three of the massive orbs at once. Eventually she was able to just set them all down in a neat pile right next to her, and Nashua dropped the Super Saiyan form, seeing as she no longer needed it. She was still massively stronger than everyone present besides Vocado even outside of the golden form. The blue haired girl seemed insistent on still 'saving' Yogu, which prompted Nashua to simply bite her lip as she glanced over at Vocado, who she was certain had no intention of taking prisoners.
The Sage Namekian then stepped forward to use some sort of empowering technique on the other Saiyan, though his power level didn't fluctuate even slightly, so Nashua wasn't too sure what that actually did, but it did seem to be a confidence booster for the former royalty, so it wasn't like there was much wrong with it. It seemed like everyone was about to part ways, and Vocado did a quick turn over in Nashua's direction before placing a peck on her cheek and blasting off to fight Yogu. "...A proper what?" Nashua called after him as he flew off, though she was pretty sure by the time she'd called out. Oh, well. She'd just have to find out what he meant afterwards. Nashua turned to the other three with a smile on her face.
"Well, you guys keep on the lookout for more Balls, I'm gonna get these back to my ship!" she declared as she picked the pile of Balls back up, giving a polite nod in Oboe's direction before taking back off to the skies and flying of in the direction she'd parked her ship in. It was only once she'd put some distance between herself and the group did the knowing smile creep across her face, along with a pinch of red in her cheeks, a wam feeling in her chest she'd not quite felt before.
TAGS: Oboe
OOC NOTES: Nashua takes all three Dragon Balls and makes her exit!
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