Side Story 9: To Guard or Be Guarded; Who Really needs it? Jun 12, 2019 13:47:49 GMT -6
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.