Side Story 8: Living the Life [Invite] Jun 11, 2019 16:24:58 GMT -6
Post by Oboe on Jun 11, 2019 16:24:58 GMT -6
Current Power Level: 1
Total Power Level: 100,000
Peace had returned to Oros Village, if even only for a day. The members of the village went about their daily tasks without complaint. Some of the Farmers leaving the village to tend to the crops in the Cargo Farmlands, while others opened their shops and began to start their day by peddling their wares. Though it was a traditional village, the feeling of warmth and love radiated by each of the individual Namekians of the Oros Clan was something that someone visiting could feel upon entry.
To the far back, separated from the normal buildings of the village, a large ship sat outside the entrance to the Holy Cavern of Ouros; Bronze and Orange metals casting the vessel in a gleam that only seemed more intensified by the dual-sunlight above. It was within this large ship that a trio of Namekians had been taking up residence – each having their own path and each having their own reasons for being there. Within the mid-section of the ship, its middle tier, a lone Namekian would sit in quiet meditation. Legs crossed and body floating, he seemed unperturbed at the rotating violet light cascading his form in wicked looking shadows and sigils.
The training room had been designed by his father many years ago to contain and harness the innate natural magical energy existing within each of the Mazoku and Dragon Caste in a way that allowed for them to grow stronger through training and meditation. It was in this room that Oboe spent most of his hours as he used his energy senses to follow the goings on of the Planet. It was becoming very congested with new arrivals as of late. The new radiant energy, some good some wicked, was becoming more and more difficult for the Guru of Namek to deal with.
Unconsciously, his body began to hum with power and force as golden light illuminated around his outline. The ground beneath them began to shake and tremble as the residents within the ship may also feel its tremendous rising. Steno – Guardian of Guru – had been sent off on an Errand to the Grand Elder Village, acting as a Decoy to keep travelers searching for Guru off his scent. Though at this time, the only person who was around was Bass, Oboe – so unaware of his own meditations – wasn’t sure if the lad had settled in enough yet to find himself a member of the village.
He’d hoped, after their brief encounter among the Gravestones of the Mazoku resting place, the young lad would’ve taken to his village like a fish to water. It couldn’t of been more opposite as he’d been very standoffish from the start. Still! Oboe had begun getting the feeling that Bass was becoming more used to the idea of living here with Guru and his people, and as such he was beginning to relax into the idea that his newly found apprentice would one day become the sword that Namek would need. Still, while deep in his own horrid thoughts, Oboe wasn’t quite thinking of anything more than the danger Namek was under.