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Post by Oboe on Jun 13, 2019 21:11:42 GMT -6
Current Power Level: 100,000
Meditating outside of his home in Oros Village, Oboe finally felt at peace and connected with Planet Namek, a first in days after weeks and weeks of new encounters and stresses. Floating overtop the tile just beside the domed extension to his home, the Guru of Namek felt his mind finally release as internally he soared through a cloudless sky – the warm light of two suns basking his body in a soft glow. Guru was finally at peace internally and as such the power radiating off of his form was reminiscent to a calm that just cast over the area. Butterflies flapped their wings around him while the wind cast its soft touch over the blue-green grass. The deeper he fell into his own state of self-understanding and oneness, the more his senses extended. Beyond the solar system of Namek, deeper – further beyond – as he subconsciously soared through the galaxy. A feeling began to gnaw at the back of his mind, causing his astral form to shift its head to look into the distant stars of space. As if all at once a powerful batch of sadness, rage and torment slammed into his form as the shrill scream for “Momma!” filled his mind. Wincing in pain, flashing images began to cascade into his thoughts. A child crying over the limp body of a woman, an insect creature with murderous intent, the boy – enrage and saddened suddenly bursting to life with golden light cascading through dirty bloodied hair. He knew this form! Super Saiyan? And the child – his rage, his pain his sorrow…his innocence. Tarch?! Earth!? In shock, Guru awoke from his meditation with a start. What had happened?! One moment he was completely at peace and the next a powerful surge of power and someone elses thoughts had assailed him? Could it have just been a fevered dream created by the stress of his unfortunate times? No…as he looked to the sky, his heart palpating swiftly, Oboe realized there was truth to the thought. All the way from Namek he could sense something – however faint – and realized swiftly that the source of such power had been the young boy whom he was most fond of from the Saiyan Kingdom; Tarch. The mysterious youth had helped him find his father’s space ship, had explored it and shared some laughs. Though their interaction had been short, he truly had grown concerned with the young boy and had constantly thought of him over the last few months. To sense such despair even from this distance? Something wasn’t right. Letting his feet fall to the floor from their levitating cross legged position, Oboe would rush towards his home. He had to get to Earth. Wasting no time, sparing no moment – he walked past the three rooms on the bottom level, moving directly to the kitchenette that held the capsule containing his space ship. He was sure that the commotion may wake up those who were staying with him. His energy flared and pulsed with reckless abandon as he panicked internally – able to be sensed from quite the distance. It wasn’t that he wasn’t conscious of his actions it was just that in his frantic pace he had disregarded all sense of etiquette. He wasn’t sure of what, or why – but Something was happening on Earth and he sensed that if he could feel Tarch from all the way over here, maybe the world could use some help. He owed that much to the young boy and the Kami of Earth. The young Erina Cross – his new ward and student in the art of Magic, Steno – his Guardian and Bass – the young Warrior whom he’d met in the Mazoku Graveyard. He wondered if they’d be angry at him, or if they’d sense his fervor and approach. He wanted to bring them all, he wanted to take however many people he could with him in the thoughts of helping…but he couldn’t decide if it was right. As he searched for the Capsule, his energy continued to spike and lower – a beacon to any Namekian…or Offworlder – that Guru was about to do something. |
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Post by Steno on Jun 13, 2019 21:52:37 GMT -6
The noise Oboe was making didn't alarm him as much as his sudden flaring energy which was concerning and confusing. Steno jumped to his feet and was running out of his room the moment he felt it rise as if looking for a fight, but found no one but Oboe standing alone. It was disorienting feeling all of Oboe's power like this so randomly given how he Steno had gotten accustomed to feeling it so low and hidden as of late. He simply stood for a moment at a loss for words as he watched Oboe frantically searching for something and watched, looking around and finally searching for any sort of power levels close enough to have triggered something like this, but he found nothing and the only people close enough to have energies worth sensing were inside or close by any accounted for. Not wanting to get in the way of what looked important, Steno stayed back some and kept watching, waiting for Oboe to notice his presence, but he kept searching and almost seemed as if he were in some sort of trance.
"Oboe? Are you alright? Your power is going crazy right now. What's wrong?" It wouldn't have taken someone with the ability to sense energies to pick up on a major issue, but what it was he had no idea and that was starting to allow for panic and worry to creep into his mind.
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Post by Gita on Jun 14, 2019 18:18:14 GMT -6
This was his first time in this village and upon entering it, he placed his black hood down and walked away to see the friendly faces of his people as he nodded at each of them as he passed by. He kept his hands in his robe and stared at the other namekians who were in awe of amazement of the Guru who kept displaying his power up and down. Gita was rather... confused... he couldn't sense any ki at all from anyone really and I guess their amazement was what? Upon looking at their faces as he stood at the many other namekians who stared at him with joy. Gita wondered what the hell was going on and upon removing his hands from his robe, he caught a glimpse of Steno that was nearby. He had met him on two occasions now. His eyes had widen open and a troubled swallow as well, he heard the name in which Steno had spoken and said. So this is Oboe, our Guru.. Gita thought this in his mind as he just stood there in idle, taking in the amazement that the Guru himself was in this village and Gita now walking over to Steno in terms of just being relatively close to him in terms of eyesight and 8ft away. Gita waited like the others, wondering what the Guru has to say to all of them.
41,122 PL
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Erina Blade
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Oozaru (x5P)
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Post by Erina Blade on Jun 14, 2019 21:13:22 GMT -6
Sleep didn’t come easy for the woman; it never had. There were too many mysteries in the world to spend her precious seconds ‘sleeping’. The Dragon Clan’s unique meditation had been a godsend for the Scholar; after Oboe introduced her to it, the woman had quickly done her utmost to try and master the Namekian style of inner-reflection. It had two major perks; when done correctly, the body entered a deep rest while the mind remained centered on the meditator. It also allowed for practice of forms and skills impossible in the waking world, as long as the mind was capable of developing them. For the intuitive mind of Erina, such a feat was simple; recreating it in reality would be far more difficult. It was in such a practice that her focus was suddenly shattered, the woman rising from her meditating stance into a battle-ready one. Why she thought her pistol would be capable of fighting the huge pressure weighing down on her soul was beyond the Scholar; but Erina had a duty as the student of Oboe to fight until he could come to the rescue. Only moments later did the young woman realize the true identity of the pressure weighing down from above; Oboe was panicked about something, or else his energy would be held in check. Grabbing her coat and tossing the revolver on the bed, the woman ran out of the small room. She almost ran into the back of Oboe, as he moved quickly towards the small kitchen in his abode. The woman finished rearranging her messy hair and adjusted her glasses slightly, before Steno spoke from the shadows. His presence had been masked by the Guru’s overwhelming strength, and the woman suppressed a high-pitched yelp that almost forced its way past her lips. Glaring back at the stoic warrior, she heard his words and came to a realization. Wait...I can barely sense everything on this planet. If Oboe is panicking this bad...did he sense something even worse than the super-powers here? Or did he suddenly get hit by a major case of the munchies? Nah, Namekians don’t get hungry…or do they?
Pulling a small pad from her pocket, the woman picked the pencil off the top of her ear. Ensuring the tip was sharp with a glance, the woman prepared to write whatever was said in this unique interaction. Her own meditation would have to come at a later date.
Oboe8,000 PL
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Sorry about the late join
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Keytar
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Post by Keytar on Jun 15, 2019 20:28:17 GMT -6
Keytar PL: 50
Korg PL: 5,000
Keytar quickly crossed some of the wild green plains of Namek atop the shoulder of his massive assistant. Once again Korg was running with intent on their way to the home of the guru. Oros Village was coming up now as Keytar was deep in thought and looking down at his orange device. Having just returned from his people and delivered Oboe’s decision of how they shall now proceed for the sake of the Namekian people. One would find the guru’s abode just outside of the village and for some reason the front door was just hanging open. Concerned crossed Keytar’s mind as he patted Korg on the shoulder “Woah Korg, take it slow.” The smaller of the two hopped down from the shoulder of the other and placed his device back onto his hip before he stepped over to the building. Keytar looked into the doorway and moved inside, stepping over the threshold as Korg had to bent in half and turn sideways to get into the entrance. Standing upright proved to be just as difficult as the large namekian smacked his shoulders and head into the ceiling. “ ...Korg please don’t put a hole in our guru’s house” Keytar gave with a look of disdain. “ Sorry…” spoke his assistant before he followed Keytar further into the home. It would only take a moment before they would find a group of people who were all looking upon a flustered looking Oboe. Keytar pushed past them while Korg happened to stare at each of them for just a little too long before he looked upon Oboe himself. The small namekian took the chance to speak up “ Did we interrupt something?” he asked the room. |
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