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Post by Gita on Jun 6, 2019 7:03:36 GMT -6
41,122 Pl
Gita has lived two decades on this planet and the calls of the sorrow yet again has brought him to this sadden place. Upon entering the gravesite which almost appears abandoned due to no one else being on the site. He slow stepped his walking into the grave sites and with a sadden tone and facial expression, felt the spirits entering his body almost as if it was really happen. However it wasn't, this was the place the dead rest and always having that creepy vibe when entering a place like this. Nevertheless he held his head up high and continued to walk to two particular grave stones that were side by his. The first gravestone he saw was his father's or what he would call his creator. He kneeled before the gravesite and with a simple snap of his fingers, a large bouquet of flowers appeared in his hand as he placed them right down at the gravesite.
"I didn't know you when you were alive. But all I have ever heard growing up was your dedication and protection for our village. If it wasn't for the memories that I have of you, I probably wouldn't have believed the villagers that told me stories of your great heroism. I tried to become the leader of the village that you once took cared of, but I wasn't chosen for the role and i'm sorry that I have failed you."
Tears came down his face and only to be wiped away by his forearm with a quick swift. He then shifted his eyes to the gravestone next to his fathers and this gravestone in particular was a bit larger. This gravestone was his grand father or what he would call it, his father's creator. Unlike the great memories that he had of his father, he had little memories of grand father but nevertheless, they were still memories that he could hold on to. He brought himself in front of the gravestone and kneeled before the gravestone and almost like clockwork, he did the same in respect for his grand father. He rose to his feet and let out a sadden sigh as he closed his eyes and opened them with tears once again.
"I didn't know you either and all I know is that you served the Mazoku Dominion and served under Lord Xylo during your time as a soldier. You died of old age and I understand not many of our fellow brothers lived that long to see peace be established between the three factions. I really don't know if I would of been able to live that long during that time period. I know you are probably looking down at me as a failure, not only you, but my father as well. I was exiled from my village and branded a traitor. I vow to rise up from the pit that I have fallen into and I promise to you both that I will get rid of the evil of this world that dares destroy our peace. The Saiyan Kingdom and the World Trade Fleet has been nothing but a thorn on our people.
The dragon balls has been revived by a new Guru and chaos is already among us. I don't have the power to stop those evil forces that threatens the well being of our planet. One day I will rise up and show the world that we namekians and this planet isn't just a breathing grounds to fight relentlessly. We have lost our crops, our people to this senseless violence. We aren't safe on this planet, not while the dragon balls are here to stay. I will one day confront this Guru and ask why he has created the balls when history has come to repeat itself once more. I fear that our people will be in great danger."
All that could be heard was the winds of the area and as he wiped away the tears and walked away in his black robe, his sadden heart only grew more present as he held a staff to help him in his walk. This was indeed troubled times and he wasn't the only one being affected by the outcome. This was his time for a calling, his true calling in one day saving the world from all evil.
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Post by Aida on Jun 9, 2019 10:52:10 GMT -6
A chilling wind brushed past Aida as she set foot into the Mazoku Gravesite. This place had an odd vibe to it. Chilling. As if she could feel the spirits of Namek's deceased Warriors and Mystics loom over her. It was a strange and indescribable feeling that she just simply couldn't shake off. Slowly, she took a few steps into the cemetary. Only the sounds of Aida's footsteps and the wind could be heard. The silence only proved to disturb her further, really. ''What brings us here, Aida?'' Moringa suddenly spoke, breaking the cold silence with a strange sense of concern. Well, as much concern as a ruthless Demon Overlord could show. ''...Curiosity.'' Aida replied softly, ''I've heard much of Namek during my journey with Serva in Otherworld. He always spoke highly of these people. Their wisdom and peaceful nature, their aptitude for magic...'' The young Kai's voice trailed off, her eyes remaining set on a few gravestones as she passed by. ''I guess I wanted to see it for myself.'' Aida sighed out. Truthfully, this place wasn't doing much but make her feel sad. It truly was a shame to see Namek be in the midst of so much conflict and war. Her people did little to deserve it...
Moringa hummed strangely. ''Well, since we're here anyway.'' He mumbled. ''Honestly, I've held nothing but resentment for these people. They let themselves get run over, simply watch as the rest of the universe treats them like fodder. All because of their Dragonballs...'' The Demon's voice trailed off, before letting out a hateful groan. ''Weaklings. All of them.''
Aida simply continued to walk, eyes drooping down to the ground. Moringa's words hit her hard- she thought the exact opposite, after all. She held a lot of respect for the people of Namek, for staying so true to their ideals and morals. To do their best to uphold peace and promote pacifism...
Well, there was one that she could think of.
The black sheep.
''...Have you ever heard of Xylo, Moringa?'' Aida asked, genuinely curious. ''Ah yes, Xylo. I've heard much of him during my time spent in Hell, listening in on the Divine as they debated his actions. Ahh, I truly wish I could've met him, I feel like we would've gotten along pretty great. Don't you think?'' Moringa asked with a light chuckle. There was a hint of somberness to his tone, yet Aida didn't want to hone in on it. It felt strange to see Moringa actually show a shred of melancholy. ''Y-yes.''
As they rounded a corner, the pair reached a more remote section of the graveyard. The young Kai suddenly stopped, sensing a formidable power level all of the sudden. Strange, she thought. Perhaps the weird spiritual vibe this place gave her was messing with her senses? Curious, she walked forward, zoning her senses in on the distant Namekian. He was kneeling infront of two Gravesites, carrying a bouquet of flowers. The mere sight saddened Aida. It was quite easy to assume what he was doing here, after all.
'Let me talk to him for a bit, alright? Your presence might...Scare him.'
'As it should. But, yes. Carry on.'
Cautiously and softly, Aida approached the grieving Namekian, keeping a soft and cautious posture as she held Moringa back. ''I'm sorry for your loss.'' Aida spoke. The Namekian seemed saddened, obviously grieving at a terrible loss. There was a hint of anger on his features, one that Aida luckily couldn't relate to. Not yet, at least.
''I'm certain they were great people in life.''
Aida's PL: 100
Moringa's PL: 50,775
Items: Blaster, Armor, Flute, Lamp
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Post by Gita on Jun 11, 2019 15:07:07 GMT -6
Just as he walked by, he could see the feet and robe bottom half of a person. He couldn't sense her present due to not being able to sense ki nor did he have a scouter at all to aid him. He then fixed his gaze rising up to see her face. Based on the outcry that he gave, he wasn't sure whether or not she heard everything that he was speaking and nor did he have the energy to speak on it. He sighed briefly to himself and trying his best not to make it present.
"Yes they were. They aided their people during hardship times when the world needed it the most. I truly wish to one day rid the world of both the Saiyan Kingdom and the Fleet. They started this mess and I want to end it. Peace needs to happen once again and it won't happen if these two power houses are on the thrones. We namekians only want peace and because of the dragon balls being active on this planet, its even worse now because others have discovered it and now we are in a second war battle between the same two factions and we are the ones to receive the worst impact out of them all. Since once they leave this planet, we are left with the destruction and pain. Our previous Guru died and I can only speculate that the same will happen once again...Sorry for spouting all this towards you, I am just angered at this world.."
He collapsed to his knees, this sudden heavy weight was too much for him to bare and even though he was exiled to these lands, he still cared for the planet when others have deemed him a traitor. He eventually found himself to his feet again and even though he spoke his true intention to this person, he didn't care of the ramifications if something were to happen due to his current grieving. He shook his head and walked past her and sat at a nearby bench, taking it all in and the staff that he once held was gone and slouching over as his elbows met his knees, he folded his hands together and covered his mouth. Thinking about everything of the past and truly wanting to fix a broken world that truly had peace at one point in time. This was only the beginning of his story, he only hopes its a good ending.
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Post by Aida on Jun 30, 2019 7:10:24 GMT -6
The Shinjin's lips slanted remorsefully only moments after she approached the grieving Namekian. Hey eyes sagged toward the ground as he confirmed her beliefs. Aida was struck hard enough learning of the deaths of great mortals, even though she had never even met them. She couldn't imagine what it would be like being close to them. The death of losing someone close to you...Aida hoped to never have to live through that.
What shocked her however, was what the Namekian said afterwards. He expressed a deep resentment toward both the Saiyans and the Trade Fleet, something Aida could find herself in to terrifying accuracy. She understood his fears, his hatred- and still it terrified her to see someone so filled with vengeance. Whilst the Shinjin wanted to rid the world of these powerhouses for the greater good, it seemed like this Namekian did it simply out of bitter vengeance.
'This one interests me greatly. His conviction reminds me of yours, Aida.' Moringa suddenly spoke into Aida's mind. The girl scowled, averting her gaze from the stranger before replying. 'We differ greatly, Moringa. I slay for justice, not for petty vengeance!' She spoke proudly. Moringa, however, could only laugh, amused by her answer. 'What I'm saying is that he has potential, Aida. Bitter, powerful potential.' Moringa's voice was ominous and powerful. Aida couldn't help but feel nervous- she knew just how deceiving Moringa could be, but for some reason she truly believed him this time.
The Shinjin swallowed, rising to her feet. Gazing behind her, she saw the Namekian hunched over whilst sitting on a bench, arms resting on his knees. ''Pardon my silence...It was a bit much to take in.'' Aida excused herself, approaching the stranger once again. Once infront of him, Aida crouched down, hoping to get his attention. ''...I know things seem difficult. The world is a cruel, unfair place.'' She tried to smile, an empathetic smirk tugging at her lips. ''But you're not alone. We think alike in many ways, I'll have you know.''
As Aida begun to explain her beliefs about the universe, Moringa hummed into the Shinjin's mind, curiously. It was obvious that the Demon was more than eager to butt into the conversation, yet he would sit it out...For now.
The Shinjin rose to her feet once more as she placed a hand on her chest, her posture shifting into a proud one. ''I'm a Shinjin, from Otherworld. We Kais are tasked with overlooking the universe, and how each civilization evolves. I too have seen the horrors the Saiyans and the Trade Fleet have commited...It truly is unnacceptable.'' The young Kai shook her head in resentment, eyes narrowing.
''I vowed to finally put a stop to it. The only way to truly attain peace is to start anew, in my eyes. I want the same as you.'' She assured the Namekian, her tone genuine and true. Although, there was that lingering fear in the back of her mind. She too, could see it now. Just how angry this mortal was. How Aida saw it, his beliefs came from a place of personal hatred and unjustness...Not the need for justice.
Softly, she sighed. ''But, there is one thing I must warn you about...'' She started.
''Do not resort to hatred. Don't let it control you. Because once it does...You'll become just like them.'' Aida spoke in a serious, concerned tone.
In the back of her mind, Moringa groaned telepathically. The Demon had grown tired of Aida's senseless ramblings of justice and 'the greater good'.
'You're so foolish, Aida. Pretending you know it all, as if you were some saint. Were you not drawn to me because of the exact same hatred he feels?' The Demon spoke to her, scoffing as he grew more and more irritated.
'Gods too, learn from their mistakes! I've changed!' Aida retorted harshly.
'You are a hypocrite. Let me talk to him.' Moringa prodded, plaguing the Shinjin's mind with scattered thoughts.
'ENOUGH!'
From the outside, it appeared Aida had been struggling with something unknown. Her gaze had stiffened up, eyes narrowed as her brow furrowed. She continuously glanced at the scythe in her hand as her breathing increased in intensity. It appeared the young Kai was hiding something, but what...?
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Post by Gita on Jul 3, 2019 6:03:08 GMT -6
Gita stared at her with sparkles in his eyes as she told him that she was a shinjin and that she was a god.
"I come from the family line of Mazoku. Even though I have the strength of a warrior. I know that if I ever were to obtain the power of my Mazoku. That I will be able to put a stop to both factions and there troubling ways. My grandfather was born a mazoku soldier and he lived long enough to make a difference in the world. If he could make a difference with that power than perhaps I can too... No matter the cost I will never lose to them ever..."
She then mention to never result to hatred and he agreed as well.
"I only hate both those factions because of what they have done to my people. My planet didn't deserve this nor does my people deserve this. Your a god, can't you do something to end this once and for all?"
He stared at her with his eyes being stern and his arms folding across his chest. He started to walk away and then started to pace.
"Together we can put a stop to these villains once and for all. I have no doubt in my mind that there was a reason that we met..."
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Post by Aida on Jul 23, 2019 4:44:57 GMT -6
''So you...You hail from the Demon Caste, the Mazoku...?'' Aida paraphrased through scattered breaths. The Demon within her scythe was continuously poking at her subconscious, at a loss of patience due to how she was speaking to this Namekian. Moringa saw some real potential inside of him. Someone which such passionate hatred, and a Demonic heritage to boot- he'd be the perfect bringer of chaos in a world that knew only war and death.
Slowly, Moringa's presence started to come into the forefront more and more. Strange, unexplainable whispers would start to echo out of the scythe, slowly spreading around the two. Aida tried to distance herself from the scythe, holding it out with an extended arm as she glanced at it with panicked eyes. ''We-...We gods, we are not perfect...We too ha-have...'' The Shinjin gulped, cutting herself off as Moringa's aura began to appear in full. Shadowy wisps of energy started to blanket the surrounding area as the whispers grew louder and louder.
''The Gods you pray to are flawed creatures...''
A dark and monstrous voice spoke, his tone booming and hollow.
It came from the scythe.
Aida immediately cursed herself in thought, averting her gaze as she inhaled sharply. Just when she thought she'd be able to steer a mortal toward the correct path...! Damn it!
''You need to grasp fate with your own two hands, child of Namek...Grasp it by the throat with both hands, and choke out the life that had been stolen from you. Take. It. Back.'' The Demon spoke to the Namekian in a soft yet cold tone. The scythe moved on it's own, hovering toward Gita to float right infront of the Namekian.
''Did the Saiya-jin show mercy for your people? The Changelings? If you do not fight back, they will simply continue to trample your people. Peace is worthless. Hatred writes HISTORY.'' Moringa continued to speak to the Namekian, attempting to make him give in to his hateful desires.
Aida gazed from the side with clenched fists, knowing fully well that she was powerless here. Moringa wouldn't accept her interjecting.
''Now, child of Namek...Will you kneel and be broken, or will you write history?''
Moringa hovered infront of the Namekian with curiosity, the shadows around him promising great power.
The power of Hatred.
The Shinjin clenched her fists. With grit teeth, she announced who this powerful entity truly was.
''Gita...This is Moringa. He is...My partner.'' Her tone was filled with disgust and hesitance.
What Moringa said was true...The gods really were flawed creatures.
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Post by Gita on Aug 1, 2019 16:49:20 GMT -6
Gita stared at Aida and smirked as he folded his arms across his chest, listening to her.
"No, my grand father was a caste Mazoku, however my father and I are both Warrior caste. It's strange I know but that's how it is."
He awkwardly scratched the back of his head. He had listened to her intently as she mentioned the word God but then her scythe started to do something strange. He began to back away a bit, feeling intimidated by this presence.
Gita then heard what the scythe had to say and with a clenched fist he looked to it in anger, not at the scythe but at the current predicament that was happening on the planet.
"I do want to stop both factions! But I currently do not have the strength to do anything that would possibly write history! Perhaps someone or something could grant me that strength if I search for it! But as for now, I have to keep training on my own if i'm going to acquire the strength to do something more worthy in the future. If you are a God, then grant me the power to change then!"
Gita then heard the girl come back to her senses and realized it was her talking now and he closed his eyes and sighed heavily. Then he suddenly stared at her with his eyes growing into a more serious stare.
"So where do we go from here? Will we fight together to change history?"
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