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Post by Oboe on Jun 12, 2019 13:47:49 GMT -6
Current Power Level: 1 Total Power Level: 100,000
The Cavern of Ouros; a Mystical and Magic infused place carved deep within the horse shoe plateau that surrounded and protected the fabled Oros Village. Though normally a place of spiritual and holy reverence, the Cavern had seen much use as of late by the offworlders – each eager to get their audience with the popular Guru of Planet Namek. Though not always able to receive them, his Village had been more than welcoming to the visitors, granting them tours and showing them everything Clan Oros had to offer. Today, however, the Cavern had been sealed off – its normally open entrance closed by a mystical door that seemed to have manifested from nowhere. Deep within the bowels of the intricate cavern system, a large Antechamber – ornately carved and manually designed within – shook with power. Centered within the room a single entity – a solid wooden staff with a large orange stone as its headpiece floating alongside his levitating body. Green skin and pointed ears, as well as clothing gave evidence that the man within was Guru. Deep within his own meditations, The Sage of Namek tried to do his best to reach within himself and grasp hold to a welling source of power recently awakened. Though he showed no outward signs of emotion while in his meditative trance, the energy fluctuating off of his form, radiating outward like ripples from his outline, spoke of the discord occurring within. Thoughts of his planet and its current state, the offworlders massing upon the surface like locusts to a field of wheat, the death of a few on the soil of his home world and the cause of said deaths being on his own two hands. All this coalesced into a fervent desire to find a way or a path to navigate through the turmoil with ease. Unfortunately for him, it wasn’t going well. In a bout of frustration, the Guru of Namek fell to the floor, his levitation ceasing for the moment. Lying backwards, eyes slowly opening, Oboe would simply stare at the number of Stalactites hanging from the ceiling above. “Damn it…No matter how I look at this, there’s seemingly no way for me to navigate this landscape. Its impossible without truly understanding every single aspect of the offworlders cultures…something that would require years and I don’t have that kind of time…”
His soft tenor echoed off the walls, rebounding his comments back to him as if mocking. Grumpy, he sat up and sighed. He wondered what time it was, having sent for Steno hours prior. He’d invited his Guardian to join him in the Cavern for a bit of conversation, and training. While he knew of the others strength first hand, he’d have to admit that there wasn’t too much of a difference between the two of them. Whether or not that was an outcome of his newly found prowess as Guru or not was undetermined. Still! He had looked forward to the prospect of learning just exactly how skilled his Protector was – as well as learning some of the ancient techniques of the Warrior Caste for himself. After All, if I run into another Yogu I NEED to be ready to defend myself...At the thought of the possessed Konatsian and the events that had led to his death, Oboe’s hands began to tremble. The Post Traumatic Stress induced by the memories having really had a negative impact on the Guru and his mannerisms. It wasn’t like him to lock himself away in a cavern for quiet introspection, but his fear of outsiders was growing by the day. Sure, there were plenty of good-natured individuals whom had come to Namek from the Sea of Stars; but for the most part, though their intentions were deemed honorable, most had come for a selfish reason or another. It was in this reality that Oboe was having trouble. Hopefully, conversing and sparing with his Guardian would help lighten the tension in his chest. |
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Post by Steno on Jun 12, 2019 15:52:17 GMT -6
Steno finally managed his way to where he had assumed Oboe to be, but where he would usually find him was empty, and given Oboe's penchant for hiding his power level simply tracking him down was becoming harder even as he became more familiar with his energy. After nearly half an hour of searching it dawned on Steno that he was searching in vein, and the stress that was on his shoulders as of late was getting to him. Sighing to himself and thankful no one realized his mistake, he headed straight for the Cavern of Ouros as if he wasn't in a hurry so not to raise any suspicions, finding what looked to be a magical barrier that he hadn't been expecting, though to his surprise it didn't seem to stop him from entering. This was his first time in this cave even if many others had come inside, and it made him wonder why this simply wasn't where Oboe came more often and kept it sealed off as it seemed a perfect place to meditate away from prying eyes, and would keep Steno from simply walking in as he tended to do.
The faint energy of Oboe seemed more obvious to him inside the cave as if so many others had washed away, but it was low and obvious being hidden, which Steno still didn't fully understand the need for. Perhaps it was simply a part of being the Guru but it must have been hard to hide even with a lower power level with Steno's blaring in the opposite direction like a energy light house to anyone that was familiar with it. His first visual sign of Oboe was him laying on his back and muttering to himself, but it was likely his energy was already felt coming in so there was no more need for being slow or trying not to interrupt anything.
"Your energy feels a bit strange. Different almost. Though it's hard to tell fully with the way you choose to hide it.", standing not far from where Oboe was, staring down at him.
Thread PL 100,000
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Post by Oboe on Jun 13, 2019 19:58:44 GMT -6
Current Power Level: 100,000
Late as usual, a habit of Steno’s that he’d hope to eventually correct. Though, Oboe considered, it wasn’t the stalwart warrior’s fault that his charge constantly hid his power so to effectively avoid immediate detection. The young sage continued to rest upon the ground, his eyes just continuing to gaze blankly at the ceiling as his mind raced with the thousand thoughts that constantly caused him worry. Steno’s voice cracked through his tension and caused him to tilt his head further backwards to regard the man who was charged to protect him. “Your senses are getting sharper. You’re right – it is a bit different now…I don’t quite understand it myself…”Oboe looked back up at the cavern’s ceiling and rose a hand in front of his face – its shadow casting a gloom over his somber look. Steno was right, his energy was indeed different. Whether by way of the traumatic experiences and near-death horrors he’d already been subjected to or his body continuing to synchronize with more of the great power of Guru, Oboe was indeed stronger. By the feel of it, as he contemplated, he was at least as strong as his very own Guardian. Six-months had been strange indeed. So far away felt the memories of Earth and the wonderful experiences he’d shared felt so fleeting. Sitting upright, Oboe would finally turn his body to regard his protector, a slightly annoyed look on his face as the rest of his words finally sunk in. So lost was he in thought that he’d nearly let it slip for the last time. With a stern voice, he corrected Steno’s slightly perturbed response about how he was constantly hiding his power. “I choose to hide my power so to not attract unwanted attention. The off worlders have devices, capable of locating and honing in on Battle Power, others also know how to sense energy. This makes it extremely dangerous if someone didn’t mean me good tidings; I’m sure someone of your position can respect the desire to protect something as important as my life.”There was an edge to his voice, though it didn’t seem truly directed at his companion. Oboe was stressed. He was upset. He hadn’t been able to focus on his meditations in weeks and with everything that had occurred? With Typha and Yogu’s blood on his hands? He had to know if he truly had the right to have made such decisions. Staring at Steno, he decided he’d play it the way his Guardian preferred. Moving from a kneeling position to a standing position, Oboe faced his Guardian and released the suppression of his power. “I’m beginning to wonder, Steno…Do you truly feel up to the task to protect me? Do you feel it right for your life to have been so one-handedly decided for you? Surely you have a dream of your own that you desire. A Wish? If you could have one thing from Porunga, any one thing, what would it be? Tell me what would make YOU happy…how would YOU want to live life...”
Oboe turned his head, embarrassed at his outburst. Ashamed he muttered; “I-I’m sorry…I guess the stress of it all is finally getting to me. I-I don’t quite feel ready for such a burden as to leading our people…It seems overwhelming at times. I also…have my own terrors.”
Looking forlorn for a moment, he shook off the depression and offered his Guardian a warm smile. “Please forgive me. Might I bother you to test your mettle? Im curious – Ive never once fought with one of our own outside my father. I’d be very interested in your training my friend…”
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Post by Steno on Jun 14, 2019 11:59:26 GMT -6
No matter how many times it was repeated, explained, or drilled into him, Steno simply couldn't agree with the way Oboe would hide his power even if the logic was sound. "I understand the reasoning, I just don't agree with it. If someone was coming to our planet to search you out they are going to find you, and if the past is any example of the types that would do that, they would blow up half the planet to find you. I might be your guardian, but you have to be the planet's guardian. You can't do that hiding your energy and hoping no one finds you." The idea of hiding from someone that would do harm to the planet made him a bit angry, even if it was towards Oboe. It wasn't that he was right or Oboe was right, but both were sitting on two very different positions looking at it from two very different situations. "I absolutely understand wanting to protect you, and that isn't something you need to remind me of, I'm well aware. However if they can sense power then they can most assuredly sense mine, and if they can find me, then chances are they can find you. We have two very different philosophies when it comes to this topic, and chances are we aren't going to agree for very different reasons." Even if it wasn't meant as a jab, Steno felt a dagger from Oboe's words about how important his life was, and how it was almost taken when Steno wasn't in a position to protect it, which cost the life of Typha. It ate at him in a way he couldn't shake.
When Oboe spoke up questioning his task as Guardian, Steno's foot pressed into the ground causing it to dent, and for the briefest moment his aura flared as if he were about to scream as his power spiked massively before lowering back to it's base. "I respect your opinion and I respect you, but I don't appreciate that being questioned, Guru.", taking a step back and completely walking away as he had to take a breath and calm himself down. "You shouldn't question my dedication to being your guardian anymore than I should question your dedication to being our Guru. This is new to all of us, I've just been training for it a lot longer than you have. We both have a lot of weight on our shoulders, and for me at least, I don't worry about wishes and personal things right now. I just want this planet safe. If I could have anything granted from Porunga it would be to get rid of the dragon balls, never have them return. They are a gift, but they've become more of a curse." His fists clenched the more he talked, pacing back and forth. "Nothing good comes to us from them anymore, just powerful monsters showing up to selfishly grab more power or those claiming to be good-hearted that leave us with just as much pain and suffering and leave, only to return and hold their hands out for our help as friends pretending they didn't leave us and our planet with literal scars." Shaking his head, he let out another sigh as he walked back over to Oboe and stared down at him. "Neither of us have the luxury of questioning what we are ready for. It might not be my place to lecture you, Guru, but I'm still your eldar as far as age and experience goes. There are plenty of times I wasn't ready to train or learn. I wasn't ready to become the guardian when I was barely able to talk but I was chosen to do it. We are both new at this and this is overwhelming. The fact is, you are our Guru and you are the leader of this planet. I am your guardian and I have to keep you safe. We are what we are."
His eyes narrowed and one brow slowly raised, "Test my mettle? You want to have a fight with me? I'm not against it, but I am nervous to do so. I'm not unaware of the fact your raw level of power is just about equal to my own, but our level of training is very different." Tilting his head almost like a confused animal, he paused to think for a moment, and nodded. "I don't see the harm in it. I suppose I'm just not accustomed to such requests."
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Post by Oboe on Jun 15, 2019 19:12:12 GMT -6
Current Power Level: 100,000
Oboe smiled. Though his Guardians words had weighed heavy against him, he had still agreed to entertain the thought of training with him in the physical sense. Steno was right, in a lot of ways, and though they had differing views on why one should do as he does or why they shouldn’t, it wasn’t right of Oboe to question his loyalty to either his post or the seriousness of their task. He could understand clearly that Steno thought his decision to revitalize the Dragon Balls anew as a mistake – and perhaps it was. Such thoughts hadn’t not entered his mind previously, so it wasn’t a question he was unfamiliar with. Still, other things he’d said resonated and in his glee at being able to relax in a more physical respect – curious himself as to the difference in their understanding of both the art of combat and other things in the heat of battle, Oboe simply stated; “Accustomed or not, I thank you all the same. Besides – it’s as you said, we are what we are; If I’m to take your words to heart and truly try to change what’s happened, we’ll both need to get used to things we’re not ready for or used to. I may require you to help me train the younger ones – such as Bass. So…”
Standing on his own two feet finally, brushing himself off as he did so, his right hand gripping his staff. He stepped more than a few paces away towards a massive stone pedestal etched with the murals of ancient Namekians and the symbol of his clan emblazoned proudly as a sun; Clan Oros – the Dragon Serpent that eat its tail. Reaching down to his belt, Oboe removed from his waist the massive orange gemstone adorning him fashionably. The Soulgem, a unique jewel craft of his people – said to contain the souls of their ancestors – was a powerful magical conduit. Used as a central point of most of their Clan’s rituals, it was to be no surprise as the gemstone was placed atop the ritual point and left to levitate in the air – its soft orange glow humming with ancient power. Turning to regard his Guardian, he smiled and inclined his head before speaking; “ Now, we won’t have to worry about holding back. So long as the Soulgem rests atop that Pedestal, no damage will befall this room. I want to ensure you that I will take this as seriously as I expect you to.”
Spinning the staff in his hand before causing it to Vanish, Oboe assumed a very unique combat pose. Leaning far forward, right hand pressed against the stone floor sustaining his weight by his knuckles, oboe gazed up from the low statured position. Both legs positioned as such to allow the left to crouch inward while the right extended outward at full length bracing him. An unconventional style of the Dragon Caste – Oboe had mastered this form of martial art from his father. Softly, a dull golden hue began to illuminate around his physical outline, a testament to the spiritual energy held at bay within. “I will show you, Steno, the mastery of my Father’s teachings. This – is the power of Righteous Force; Gigun. It is stated that in the essence of true danger, the dragon and the demon will unite their forces to stand as one. I want to see, is his style of Balance, truly right? Or – is your philosophy of the outsiders and their selfish ways is the correct path. Now – Show me what they taught you for all those years, My Elder Brother.”
Powered Up (No Change from Base Level – Currently at 100,000 PL)
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Post by Steno on Jun 16, 2019 12:22:33 GMT -6
Given the way he had responded, he was surprised there wasn't more arguing but was relieved it went over as well as it had. He didn't feel comfortable talking so candidly in most situations so perhaps he was being given the leeway to speak his mind. Oboe's first response was more focused on the fighting, though it brought up a comment having been said before that Steno had put out of his mind to a degree purposely. The idea of training others wasn't something he had been comfortable with because he only knew one way to train and one way to fight and he was nervous about trying to teach someone else, especially in Bass' situation. The young Namekian had a lot on his mind and a lot of anger in him, and the last thing Steno wanted to do was discourage him further or cause him any harm in the state he was in. "Are you sure it's wise for me to be training Bass in his current state? The idea genuinely made me nervous. The way I was trained wasn't as simple as let's spar; it was getting hurt a lot, some days having to be carried to bed because I couldn't walk there myself, and I'm sure the gravity of that doesn't ring hollow as you know how resilient our race is. It's not that I'm against it, but it's not a simple ask."
Before Steno could offer a hand to help Oboe to his feet he was already getting there on his own, watching the way he walked and where. His eyes were quickly pulled away by the gem Oboe held in his hand, unfamiliar with what it was or stood for outside of seeing it with Oboe. His attention began to narrow as Oboe placed the stone and turned, not sure what to expect given the display, quickly raising an eyebrow as Oboe spoke. "It's not the room I'm worried about when it comes to damage, Guru. Not to say that I will try and hurt you or you hurt me, but if we are going all out this could get ugly." Once again Oboe stole his attention uniquely as he watched the fighting stance, not sure what to make of it given he hadn't seen anything too similar to it in his own training.
If Oboe was taking this as seriously as he seemed and claimed, then it was only right Steno did the same. Moving around the room where he could have the most space behind him and face towards Oboe, he took in a long slow deep breath, letting it out as slowly, moving into his own stance and stopping still as the sound stopped. All four arms were outstretched with open palms, his left leg slid back and the right planted. This was no stance taught by a father or teacher, it was one crafted and honed over decades and still far from perfected. It wasn't exactly normal for a fighter to have four arms, Namekian or otherwise, so there weren't many fighting styles that catered to such a physical form. "I'll do my best.", was all he said as he started immediately after. All four arms outstretched unnaturally for a non-Namekian from his sides multiple feet in each direction before Steno brought them inward quickly towards Oboe with the intention of colliding all four arms into him from both sides.
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Post by Oboe on Jun 18, 2019 15:49:34 GMT -6
Oboe smiled as he heard Steno’s concerns about hurting him. The Dragon Caste would chuckle within, his Guardian was unaware that he had some talent himself in the forms of combat. As Steno stretched out his four limbs, Oboe was once again amazed at the strange mutation of his Protector. Four-Arms were uncommon in general, but if there was any curiosity as to why he was born that way, Oboe ever asked. It wasn’t respectful of him to do so. With a deep breath, the combat began.
There was little to no hesitation in Steno’s movements as the strange guardian rushed forward throwing fists with reckless abandon. To his benefit, lurching forward from his three-point stance Oboe would move with purpose. His own arms and body moving rapidly, he found it extremely difficult to avoid each blow as one fist struck a shoulder, another grazing his chin, another nearly slamming into his neck. Admittedly Oboe was impressed.
His movements are unlike any I’ve ever encountered. Extra Arms are apparently better than two it seems. Still…this is physical, maybe…
Oboe grinned as he waited just a tad longer, still avoiding and taking grazing hits before – suddenly – Oboe knelt low avoiding a potent thrust of fists. With a mighty lurch, Oboe would push all his weight into his feet before sending himself flying backwards through kinetic motion. His body sliding on the stone ground caused a level of discomfort as he retreated, but it was manageable as the Namekian Sage threw a potent punch towards the Protector. His arm, stretching in its length, would extend the entire gap of distance presented by Oboe to slam into the jawline of his Guardian. In response, another fist would come – his arms stretching again – and another as he began to whip his flailing limbs as if they were whips.
His own combat style currently was that of the Dragon Caste. The extending limbs were a common sight of his people, but the way he was employing his movements? No. That was more like that of a Saiyan. As Oboe fully employed the training he’d taken from Ochra – he kept the offensive up. Golden energy slowly beginning to illuminate his outline as his power steadily rose higher and higher, nearly matching Steno’s. With a mighty battlecry, he kept the barrage going. Calling out he challenged the other.
“Cmon Steno! Don’t just stand there, HIT ME!”
PL: 104,000
KP: 3/3
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Post by Steno on Jun 18, 2019 19:41:31 GMT -6
The way Oboe moved showed a mixture of skill, power, but still a bit of a lack of experience. It was to be expected in this specific case and this specific fight as few would have any experience with fighting someone with four arms, being Namekian, and lots of years behind their training. He could feel the impact of a few of the blows but none were hitting as solidly as he wanted and perhaps he was holding back just enough not to knock Oboe over and to stop him from moving. No fight was won from the first blow without a significant amount of power difference between two fighters, and and this instance that wasn't the case at all. He wanted to show his strength but he wanted to learn as well, and if he wanted to win this fight he couldn't start wildly throwing haymakers and crossing his fingers. His fists were moving as fast as his eyes, but while his punches aimed high, his eyes were aimed low watching Oboe's feet as he crept ever closer but not moving from his planted base.
His movements looked as if there was a charge incoming, but as Oboe moved back his arms extended in an attempt to follow, and it seemed Oboe's did similar, heading straight towards him. There were a few options, but if he was going to learn he had to take chances and take more than a few punches. Steno's head lowered as his feet pushed harder against the floor as his palms landed open on the wall behind and on either side of Oboe just as a punch landed, signalling more to come and Steno to lean into them more, but still not leaving his footing or stepping in any direction. As Oboe opened his mouth up and yelled, Steno's arms all at once snapped inward towards Oboe and at the same moment finally moving his feet as he kept leaning forward, grabbing at Oboe's arms and shoulders and kicking off, using a mixture of his leg muscles and pulling at Oboe to send him flying towards the wall and his Guru, lifting his knee to aim into his gut as he closed the distance.
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Post by Steno on Jun 27, 2019 1:16:46 GMT -6
Skipping Oboe to make this post (we talk in pms, skip was approved)
Stopping short of planting his knee into Oboe's gut, he stared the Guru in the eyes intently for a moment as his arms pulled back, grabbing onto his shoulder and upper arms tightly. Letting out a sigh his face turned somber and for the first time he gave a genuine smile, looking down to the ground looking sad despite the smile. "I'm sorry I wasn't there for you when you needed me, Oboe. I'm sorry I'm just not strong enough to stop the off-worlders, the monsters, the World Trade Fleet, The Saiyans, any of them. I trained hard, I did, and I promise I wanted to be here to protect you and all the people of Namek, but I've failed time and time again." He couldn't bring himself to look back up to Oboe, ashamed to make eye contact a second time. The guilt had hung around his neck for too long and it felt like it would drag him to the other world with any more pressure put on his shoulders. "I promise though, I'm going to make this right. I won't be here in body, but I will always be here in spirit. I might no be able to protect our people, but maybe together we can. You can move on without me and with me."
His arms moved from Oboe and slowly moved his palms to touch Oboe's chest as his eyes closed, tears starting to fall down his cheeks. This wasn't a side of Steno likely anyone had ever seen, and would never see again. He began to press hard on his Guru's chest until he would have to move against the wall or push back to keep from falling, as Steno's body began to glow bright, near too much to look at. It didn't take much longer, but as the light faded there was only one Namekian standing in that sacred place, but Steno was still with Oboe...
Namekian Fusion:
50% of my current PL goes to the recipient (Oboe), along with all of my techniques. I am currently at 110,000 PL, meaning Oboe would permanently gain 55,000 PL and the techniques listed on my bio which is linked in my signature.
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Post by Oboe on Jun 27, 2019 17:15:10 GMT -6
As Oboe had begun preparing to mount his defense, Steno’s arms held him in place. The four-armed Namekian exhibiting his strength in a very real way as the Guru felt himself incapable of escaping the grip. Looking at the Namekian, he noticed that for the first time since he’d met the man he was showing genuine emotion on his face! Gone was the Stoic look, replaced by a somber but genuine smile. Yet there was something else behind that gaze, sadness? Regret? Oboe couldn’t tell. Yet he needn’t wait too long to find out the meaning behind this pause. Steno spoke.
He proceeded to explain how much guilt he’d shouldered since the near fall of the New Guru. How horrible he’d felt that Oboe had to deal with all those situations on his lonesome. As far as the Sage of Oros was concerned, he was beyond such petty mistakes. Yet – his guardian obviously had felt differently about this. His words explained much of his personality since the day they had met – to such a degree that he wanted to interrupt him and explain that all would be well, that he hadn’t failed in his tasks. A moment after he’d considered saying it, he wished he had.
"I promise though, I'm going to make this right. I won't be here in body, but I will always be here in spirit. I might not be able to protect our people, but maybe together we can. You can move on without me and with me."
What did he mean? Without him? Why would Oboe wish to proceed forward without Steno? Such a thought wasn’t even on his mind. All became clear however, as tears streamed down the Guardian’s face. HE felt a hand press hard on his chest – one that caused him to flinch in response. Oboe began to struggle as the energy within his ally began to surge higher and higher causing him to widen his eyes in shock. He protested as the realization of the other actions became more and more apparent to him! No! He couldn’t do this! He didn’t want this!
“S-Steno No! Don’t do this! No!”
But it was already too late. White blue flames engulfed both Namekians in a brilliance that shone brightly throughout the cavern. Sigils burned with energy as the ritual proceeded forth with no stop in sight. Power surged into Oboe, Power he’d never felt before! A confidence, a knowledge, experience. All of this coupled with the memories of all the former Guru’s threatened to overwhelm the Sage. Steno’s battle cry filled his ears as he continued to vocalize his protest until, as suddenly as it had begun, it was over.
The light faded, smoke streamed from his person as he stood alone in the cavern. Staring down at his own two hands for a moment, Oboe looked upon himself with a strange look upon his face. He felt…different. Himself yet…not himself. Power surged through him like never, opening avenues of strength that he’d never knew existed to his people. He opened and closed his fist before reaching over towards his staff. The object flew into his hand and with that he began to walk towards the exit.
He felt…odd. He was still him, but there was a burden on him that he’d never experienced before. Steno was gone, physically, but he could still feel him! He could still feel his guardian’s presence, only now it was internally. Sighing, he felt inward, hoping to detect any semblance of his friend, and while he did feel all of the same emotions and feelings Steno had felt, and while it did take a while, he did detect that familiar presence once more…
But I am with you Oboe..
A voice echoed in his mind causing Guru to smile. Perhaps Steno knew better than he. Atleast in this regard he could directly help protect him by being one with him. Though he wasn’t as desired for this as the other had been, Oboe decided to accept this gift without much more complaint. How could he argue now? It was too late. Stepping out into the light of the outside, staring out at the Village, Oboe smiled.
“I guess, together we will do better for our people than me by myself. Thank you…brother…for trusting me with your experience. With your power. I promise, I will use this to protect our brethren…”
There was a peace that overtook him, a calm. For the first time since his near death experience Oboe felt completely at peace. Perhaps that was because he wasn’t alone with his own experiences now. He’d never be alone again, thanks to Steno’s sacrifice. He couldn’t quite explain why the other Namekian had made the decision he had – but in the moment, at this very second? Oboe was at peace with it. With the new experiences now flowing through his memories, Steno’s memories, the Guru of Namek felt more confident in ever in his ability to protect his people.
“Thank you…Steno…”
Namekian Fusion Accepted. Oboe takes in Steno but Maintains himself! Gains all the Stats listed. Foregoing Steno’s Signature and keeping Mystic Sig on Oboe, all other things are accepted
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Post by Sketch on Jun 27, 2019 17:36:29 GMT -6
Our first Namekian fusion ever! I don't even think we had one on our prior site.
Oboe is awarded a hefty 55,000 PL (totaling to 159,000 with his current 104,000 PL) and all of Steno's non-signature techniques. Wowza.
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