Side Story 11: Back at it again; Onward to the Sea of Stars! Jun 13, 2019 21:11:42 GMT -6 Tarch likes this
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.