More and more people were showing up as of late, not just on the planet as a whole but specifically to the grand elder's village for one reason or another. Some were looking for dragon balls, some looking for training, some even acting as tourists annoyingly, but a few seemed to genuinely seek the wisdom of the Guru. Each was turned away in every circumstance as Oboe was no where in this area to be found, especially given the dangers of the dragon ball hunters, and in most cases Steno would have been there with him.
The warrior Namekian was looking for some answers of his own, and in some cases he was trying to purposefully be seen, hoping anyone looking for Oboe would see him and assume if his guardian was here then the Guru must be close by, hoping to throw them off his trail. Only a few of the power levels that he had felt and witnessed first hand had made him uncomfortable, but for the most part the newcomers seemed fairly tame and thankfully well behaved as guests. Standing at the most well traveled entrance to the village, Steno had both sets of arms crossed as if he was standing guard, looking out for anything curious enough to grab his attention and hoping no one would show up looking for trouble. He was hard to miss not just because of his power level but his stature and his unique clothing that was worn specifically by those sworn into service to protect the Guru.
Post by Erina Blade on May 30, 2019 18:48:28 GMT -6
Just visualize the magic in the air and the magic in your heart aligning, before reaching out with your hands. If done right, you’ll be able to tap into the energy of the world and use true magic. This is only the the first step; I’m giving you the key to the doorway. The rest of the journey is yours and yours alone.
The smiling figure within Erina’s mind faded to darkness, before the woman opened her eyes. Suspended in the air in front of the woman was a small orb of glowing energy. Reaching out, she touched the sphere of magic. It blew apart in a flash, causing the woman to wince. Her ability to use the arcane was...weak. Her ‘key’ was flawed, but not due to the advice.
“My own inability to imagine the ethereal and picture the abstract...is what prevents me from taking the next step. I need someone stronger than me, well-versed in magic to teach me the ropes. Maybe seeing more magical shenanigans and getting punched around will help me power up my abilities.” Reaching into her jacket, the scholar pulled out her Namek journal. Flipping through a handful of entries, she stuck her thumb into a section of the journal and fanned the book open. Written in concise lettering was the details regarding the three clans of Namekians residing on Namek. “So for outright fighting, members of the Warrior Clan would be ideal...but if I’m interested in magic and the arcane, both the Mazoku and Dragon Clans would be better options. Oboe belonged to the Dragon Clan as the Guru, right? His house is nearby, maybe he’d be willing to teach me.”
Rising to her feet from behind the boulder, the woman tucked her small book back into her coat. Strolling towards the village gates, the woman winced as she detected the huge power from previous days. The Guardian of the Guru, a powerful Namekian of the Warrior Clan, stood watch over the gate. Continuing her march forward, the woman kept her gaze straight ahead, trying to avoid the gaze of Steno. Until a thought occurred to the woman. Reaching into her pocket, she clicked open one of the capsules within.
As she passed within two feet of the warrior, the woman moved twice. The orb from before materialized and dissolved in an ineffective flash mere centimeters from the warrior’s face. Her other hand slipped from her jacket, twirling a knife around to face dull-edge up. Slicing towards the Warrior’s side, a grin would cross her face. If he was as good as Oboe claimed, a simple observation would note the grin on Erina’s face and the lack of hostility. This was clearly a friendly attack, meant more to gauge Steno’s response than actually hurt the warrior.
Current PL - 8,000
KP - 3/3
[UT] Hunter's Intuition in affect; let's Erina detect PLs
The moment the stranger began to move closer his eyes narrowed to get a better look as his ears twitched in kind, finding her familiar but nothing more. It was clear she was headed right for him, or at least right for the village, though for whatever reason she was purposely avoiding his stare and that made Steno very suspicious. Her movement of sliding her hand into her pocket immediately peaked his attention as he seemed to stand up more straight and slide a foot over to move sure he was now standing directly in front of her, blocking her path. If she intended to, she wouldn't be walking past him without some force, and gauging her power level that wasn't likely.
The moment something from her person moved towards him he was already out of distance from her vision, having fully powered up in the same span of time it took for the flash to go off, giving him the boost in speed to move faster than she could likely see him.
360,000 pl By the time she would have touched the knife he was now standing behind her in the exact same stance with both sets of arms crossed and staring down at her. It was likely she could have sensed the sudden spike in power, but as soon as it went up it went right back down to what it was when she approached, Steno standing quietly with a stoic look.
90,000 pl It was fairly obvious this was some sort of test, but he wasn't sure what the purpose of it was and it didn't seem as if she was trying to actually hurt him, therefore there was no reason to retaliate. With a loud clearing of his throat, Steno sighed, his warm breath unintentionally hitting the top of her head as he was as close to her as he could be without making contact, purposely looking intimidating, but still not saying a word.
Post by Erina Blade on May 30, 2019 19:40:37 GMT -6
Chills ran through her body, as death literally surrounded the woman. The overwhelming power of Steno completely enveloped Erina’s small frame, washing over her like a terrifying heat. Sweat beaded across her brow, as her knife touched empty space where Steno had occupied mere moments before. Her gaze didn’t need to travel backwards, as the shining blade trembled in her grasp. The scholar could feel the breath of the powerful man, hovering behind her.
I knew he was strong, extremely strong. But that...was ridiculous. Good thing I didn’t drink much, otherwise I would have other problems to handle. Time to face the silent avenger, I guess.
“That was super impressive! I guess the Warrriors of the Warrior Clan are not to be underestimated, especially not the individual selected to defend the Guru! No need to put so much pressure on my gentle heart, though.” She smiled weakly, as her gaze trembled slightly. Twirling the knife around in her hand so the blade faced inward, the woman tucked it into the sheath on her belt. She held her palms open towards the Namekian behind her, before asking in a soft voice. “That power of yours in enviable, but can only be used one way: to destroy the enemies of your clans and people. What stories have you gathered along the way to the pinnacle you stand on? That’s what’s piquing my interest now, more than any fight.” Cue the fight end! Erina is now asking questions of the mighty warrior!
There was no smile across his face in kind, but there was no anger, annoyance, or really any other emotion that the situation might have elicited from someone else in the same spot. His eyes were fixated on whoever this female was, and at first glance it was hard to tell the difference between a Human or a Saiyan, but with the amount of humanoid creatures with similar features that were showing up lately it was honestly hard to care all the same. The female addressed him finally, but he could hear the fear in her voice so he forced out what looked more like he was having stomach cramps over the smile he was trying to give her, his left eye heavily twitching.
It had been days since he had spoken, which wasn't unusual, but there was no real way of her knowing this, as his voice was booming and deep. "Never been envious of another's power. If you only strive to reach the power of someone else your own power will never truly surpass them.", walking around her a bit in a full circle, then stopping in front of her and lowering his four arms to his side. "I don't use my powers to destroy others, just to protect what needs protecting. If someone dies, then its on them for destroying themselves and I was simply a means to an end, or an end to a means...whichever." The terrible attempt at a smile faded as he looked her over again with narrowed eyes. "I'm not sure I have any stories worth telling. I've spent the vast majority of my life rigorously training until just recently when Oboe was officially given the title of Guru and our Grand Elder. I haven't been on any adventures, fought any monsters, or ran into anyone interesting if that's what you are looking for, I'm afraid."
Post by Erina Blade on May 30, 2019 20:16:37 GMT -6
His attempt to smile looked more like a severe stomach ache, but it brought a real smile to the Saiyan’s lips. She knew that smile, the honest attempt of a grizzled warrior to defuse a tense situation. The woman had seen the same grisly attempts at friendliness dozens of times before as a child growing up, with her father and his fellow mercenaries. Pulling the notebook from her pocket, she penned down the honest words of Steno. His quote would resonate with the children of Vegeta, the ones glaring at their peers and the boys too eager to be men.
“Give me a break, I’m just a short woman trying to get by.” She watched as he circled back to his original position, crossing his four arms in front of his chest. The unique feature wasn’t lost on the woman, who was starting a new entry to describe the traits the set this warrior apart from others of his race.
It’s commendable, to live as a Guardian. Protecting life through one’s power, regardless of the cost. One could almost call that ideology flawed, forcing the blame from one’s self to the dead enemy. But there’s a certain beauty to that single-minded resolve.
Erina’s pencil never stopped scribbling as Steno spoke, until a long pause signalled he had finished his speech currently. Checking the logs she had just recorded, the scholar nodded once and looked up at Steno.
“No one said anything about adventures, monsters, or interesting indiviudals, Steno. The thing I’m interested in is the honest path you took in your walk to power. Only fools claim that power can be won through cheap means or half-hearted measures. No castle is built in a single-night, after all!”
Her proclamation would hang in the air, as the scholar looked up at the Warrior. Her expectations had been laid bare, as she waited for his response.
For a brief moment he was tempted to reach out and swipe the notepad from her as he was far past curious what she was writing down, but he thought better of it. All he could hear in his mind the moment his muscles twitched was a voice yelling in his head about being less socially awkward and that not everything was about fighting and brute force. "What are you writing, and why?" Well that was better at least, if not mostly blunt, but it was better than yanking something from her hand. He stopped quickly as she spoke his name, tempted to ask her how she would even know that, but given the amount of people around lately, and how people were speaking about him far too often in regards to protecting Oboe, maybe it wasn't such a surprise.
"The path I took was simply diligent training. I'm not sure the specifics you are looking for to further elaborate. I'm forty-two years of age if we are going by the Earth Calendar, and I trained just about every one of those from the time I was born until just a few short months ago when I took up the mantle of protector of Guru." At no point did he break eye contact if she wasn't looking down at her notepad, and he hadn't moved a bit aside from the occasional breath and that earlier, barely noticeable muscle twitch. "If you could ask your questions more specifically I am happy to answer more specifically in return. Otherwise it's difficult to explain how I grew in power aside from repeating that I trained hard for a long span of time."
Post by Erina Blade on May 31, 2019 19:17:01 GMT -6
Erina noticed a long pause, and her pencil came to a halt. Her gaze darted up to Steno, who was wearing the same pained smile from before. His voice broke the silence, asking a question that made the short woman snicker. Holding up the notebook proudly, the scholar tapped the cover. Scrawled on the beaten cover was ‘Namek Notes’ and under that was the woman’s name in smaller print. Flipping through the dozens of pages, the woman spoke in a soft but firm tone.
“Long after you and I are gone, there will be those who want to know about the past and what it held. Legends passed by mouth are great,but books and tomes last far longer. My goal is to write down every relevant legend and battle in the galaxy, while also noting down every worthwhile detail I find along the way. You were described to me by Oboe, and I took notice of every detail! Someday, I’ll get to tell stories to all the children I left behind.”
When Oboe started speaking again, the woman flipped her notebook back to the original page and continue penciling down his words. His story was as important as anyone else’s but priceless of itself; no one could ever experience the same life he had. So the woman dutifully wrote down his every word, until he reached the question.
“Hmm...what made you realize you were strong? There’s that line in the sand, drawn between those who are and aren’t strong. When did you come to the realization during those 42 years that you had become strong?” No Change in PL!
His eyes narrowed in a much different fashion than he usually would have, simply leaning in a bit to read what she was showing him and trying to get a sense of what was written in general as she flipped through her pages. "Are you writing a book with this? Seems you have a decent amount of information already." His brow burrowed curiously as he leaned back to stand up straight and recross his arms. "Oh, Oboe mentioned me did he? I'm not sure how to feel about that. Proud I guess that he felt me worth mentioning. Of course I'm curious now what was said since you claim to have taken notice and note of it all." It was unintentional, but his stare was overbearing in the way he stood still and never took his gaze over of direct contact of the other person's eyes when he was watching them.
"I think the better question would be when I realized I was stronger, or stronger than others, or realized I was strong enough to matter in the grand scheme of what strength really is. I didn't have much of a choice but to become stronger as I was picked for the position I now have long before I had any say in the matter and was trained in the ways a guardian is trained. Being stronger than others wasn't something I specifically strived for but it was obvious even at a young age and that was more when I realized how to become stronger. More importantly was when I realized it wasn't just physical strength that mattered, especially for this position, but mental strength, emotional strength, spiritual strength." Rolling his shoulders a bit he uncrossed his arms and began to motion to his unique armor pieces. "Each one of these is like a milestone of my training that no one else will have until my time has passed and the armor will go to the next guardian one would assume."
Stepping back from her he made a little line between them in the dirt, then moved to the right and made one next to that, and continued to do so until there were four. "See the thing about lines in the sand as you stated is when you cross one...", stepping over it and looking back as he was now standing off to her right side but in front of all of the lines. "...you don't stop. Sure there might be those behind you that aren't as strong but eventually they can cross the same lines you did, but now you have no theoretical lines in front of you. Take the two of us for example; you are considerably weaker than me in a power level comparison, but that doesn't mean you can't potentially be stronger than me in a myriad of other ways. Strength even in battle isn't just about how hard you can punch someone. I have a lot of strengths of my own that were drilled into me and some I learned along the way and made my own, but there are plenty of things I can't call strengths. Yes, I am strong, but I'm sure you've sensed the strong power levels on this planet, and some are higher than mine. Would that then make them the strong ones instead? It's why I said before that you can't simply compare yourself to anyone else and measure your strength against theirs when getting stronger. Being strong is relative, but you always want to strive to become stronger than your current self, not chase the power of others. As far as I'm concerned, from my own perception of strong, I haven't had that realization yet, because when there are people on my own planet stronger than me, then all I've done is step over one of those lines in the sand and headed for a new one." Walking back in front of her once more, his arms crossed as he was stoic and staring once again.
Post by Erina Blade on Jun 3, 2019 19:23:50 GMT -6
“Yes, I’m writing a book! This is the fifth notebook I’ve made, and there’ll be dozens more to follow. And he did.” The scholar flipped back a couple dozen pages, until she landed on the entry. Smiling softly, the woman read. “His tone was rather warm and happy, when he mentioned you and the friendship you both share. You consider your job a duty, your obligation as one of the mightiest Namekians. He thinks of you as a friend, and would rather see your safety and happiness than the protection of his own life. But he respects your pride and satisfaction at holding the position as the Guardian of the Guru. At least, that was my opinion of his words.”
Her words hung in the air, before the Scholar turned towards Steno. But his voice suddenly spoke up, and his own ideology came pouring forth. It was incredible, in the Scholar’s own humble opinion. As her pen scribbled down words furiously, her thoughts ran alongside the granite’s rough tracing.
His ideology is pure, far purer than I anticipated. His fate is to become the strongest defender, and protect this world and its people from the evil lurking in the stars. The day he loses a battle will be the day this planet meets its end. I now understand fully why Oboe trusts this man completely. Steno truly is the epitome of what it means to be a Guardian, one who seeks out power solely to defend the things he holds dear. Guess I’m a hypocrite in comparison, a woman grasping at straws in an attempt to understand what her father’s last words meant. What his final days were, and how he passed from this world will be the greatest mystery I never solve. Until then, my books will continue. A small way to hide from my own fear and prove I existed, the journals of information I leave behind.
Her pencil came to a stop the same instant his voice did, as two new pages appeared within the journal. Turning to a fresh page, the woman grinned up at the Namekian and spoke again.
“I hope your journey down the beach of life ends in a result you can be happy with, Steno. Everyone deserves a happy ending, after all.”
Steno was obviously flattered by what she was reading of Oboe's words, but part of it also frustrated him. It was his duty, and his entire life had been dedicated to training for the goal of protecting Oboe, so it wasn't about his happiness, but the protection of Oboe and the Namekians as a whole. "I seem to hear that a lot, about my happiness and all that. I just can't afford to be selfish and worry about myself when Oboe is in danger, especially right now. Everyone seems to think I should worry more about me, but I'm not that important in the grand scheme of things. The dragon balls, our Guru, Planet Namek, those things are important." He was clearly flustered, and was showing much more emotion, but he wasn't angry, just showing a bit of frustration. His eyes dropped slowly to her notebook once more, and again he just wanted to grab it, not maliciously, but there was likely all sorts of things written in their about their planet and more than anything he was curious what an outsider's perspective might look like.
"I'm less concerned with happy and more concerned with satisfied to be honest, and I don't see that day in the future given the threats out there and even here on this planet this very moment. When we have to have these Saiyans show up to help us, the same ones who showed up hunting these same dragon balls before when I was still training. The hunt that ended up with the previous Guru killed, and I was helpless to stop it or save them. I won't let that same fate befall Oboe." His body turned some as he looked into the distance towards a fight raging between two incredibly strong warriors. "I'm not sure if or how well you can sense energy, but in that direction there are two warriors fighting it out this very moment.", pointing out towards a fight going on between a Saiyan he hadn't met and what seemed like some sort of demonic power. "I couldn't stand up to either, and until I can I won't be happy or comfortable. I'm nervous, and on edge."
Post by Erina Blade on Jun 12, 2019 9:07:41 GMT -6
“It’s not selfishness. Being content with one’s end doesn’t mean a happy conclusion...simply one that can be considered fulfilling.” Erina’s scribbling ended as Steno looked at the notebook quizicaly. She was ready to extend the book to the warrior for perusing, but he continued speaking. His words rang true with her previous statement. He mentioned the plight of the previous Guru and the current situation, which the woman jotted down. Oboe had mentioned it himself in passing, but more opinions would help with the final book.
He is a strong man, definitely worthy of being called the Guru’s Guardian. His own ability to gauge his strength and still confidently state he will protect Oboe is a fine display of his Namekian pride.
Her pencil stopped again when he mentioned two monsters in the distance. She had sensed it a while ago, the two beings so strong that this planet had become their ring. If either individual used their full might on this beautiful world...it would cease to exist. Her writing continued, as she spoke softly.
“I can understand that fear, Steno. I hate being unable to defend myself and the children I love from those who are evil...and from those who are simply powerful. Did the Guru mention he offered to train me in magic?”
His brow raised a bit every time she would start writing, and he couldn't help but find it strange that someone would care to keep track of what he was saying. To her his words carried some weight, knowledge, and maybe even a bit of wisdom, but it was mostly a culmination of guilt, frustration, years of harsh training, and staring real strength in the face to a degree he never had to before. "I have no doubt I'll catch up to them and then pass them one day, but there are no short cuts and so little time. They are here now and I can't stop my duties to start training. Though, I will admit...", leaning in despite no one being close enough to hear them talking at normal volume, and speaking in a somewhat hushed tone. "...a part of me really wants to fight them even now. Just to test myself. See how far I could push them and maybe even just see the gap.", leaning back up and nodding to her. "Maybe don't write that part down though.", pointing down at her book.
His attention narrowed onto her a bit more at her statement as he looked her over for a moment. "I have to say I wouldn't take you for someone interested in using our forms of magic. You don't seem like a healer or a fighter. Not that there is anything wrong with being neither and aspiring to be either or both. If Oboe saw something in you enough to offer training then clearly my perception of you is off. Maybe someday I'll train you as well if Guru Oboe sees something in you to that extent."
Post by Erina Blade on Jun 18, 2019 22:29:02 GMT -6
His continued speech reiterated the points from before, until his final words made her pause. His honesty startled her, while his reasoning resonated with her. The woman smiled softly and tapped her pencil against the book. Nodding to herself, she spoke softly as well.
“What makes you think I tried flashing you in the beginning for? That’s what every true warrior seeks at their core...to test their might and skill in battle against a worthy adversary. You beat me out of hand, though. Heh.”
His next statement came after looking her over. The woman sighed and closed the book before tucking it in her pocket. Motioning towards her body, the Scholar spoke softly.
“This is the result of 10 years of training on the battlefield and on my own. I’ve reached my limit and surpassed dozens on the battlefield. But I’ve hit my wall physically. There’s a ceiling, and I ran into it. With nowhere further to go physically, I recalled a trick...or guidance, you might call it...that an old friend gave me. To seek out the Guru, and use my own innate knack to unlock something greater than myself. I’ll become a Magic Warrior, and follow in my father’s footsteps that way. Protect the things precious to me and to the universe with the strength I’ve earned.”
She looked at the tall warrior and grinned at him
“And I’d love to train in the future some time, Steno. That sounds like a great experience.”
His eyes kept focused as she spoke, finding an almost surprising realization as she explained her situations and her plans. He had always seen the more violent side of Saiyans and any he had come in contact with had massive power levels, talked about food, and just wanted to fight. Here in front of him however seemed to be a more laid back Saiyan that despite some training wasn't walking up challenging him to see how hard he could hit her or screaming about her strength. Intelligence wasn't something he would mark as a stereotypical quality the Saiyans were known for, but when he saw it in this instance he definitely appreciated it.
"I can appreciate what you are saying, Erina. Not everyone spend all of their time training in the way I have or get the same results from it. I mean this in the best way, but you are an unusual Saiyan specimen. The way you carry yourself, the things you focus on, seeking out help in other ways than trying to simply put on as much muscle as possible, and it isn't something I would have expected from a Saiyan." The more they spoke the more he specifically spoke as he had a growing appreciation and hope for more Saiyans like this, or even other offworlders with this mindset of training more than their physical strength. "I'm not magically inclined as Oboe might be, but I'm sure we could train in other ways as well."
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