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Post by Steno on Jun 16, 2019 20:23:12 GMT -6
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Much had been on Steno's mind as of late, and the weight of his position and the thoughts that rested on his mind only continued to grow in weight and scope every passing day. Weeks passed from the day he met the young Namekian named Bass, and while his anger was looming as large as his power level, he had potential and the attention of Oboe. The Guru had asked him multiple times over now to personally train the boy, but every time Steno had avoided the topic except for two occasions. The fact was, someone needed to teach the young Namekian, but Steno still didn't believe he was the one to do it. It was becoming harder for him to find time to simply sit alone and think, but his trips to the outer plait were becoming more frequent as few came here for good reasons, and it seemed a bit of thinking and quiet contemplation changed his mind to a degree at least. While Oboe had left the planet, which Steno heavily disagreed with, it was time for Steno to step up for the time being and make some decisions for the betterment of his people. Perhaps training Bass wouldn't be such a bad thing, especially if he could learn to control his anger and direct it, and perhaps he could prove to be a good sparring partner.
Steno had met Bass at the graveside of his father, and in a manner of speaking he stood upon a much larger grave where many lives had been lost over many years. Walking along a path he was starting to create over months of pacing, he felt the spirits around him, walking over the bones of many ancestors, and not all he was proud of. Perhaps there was something in his past he could relate to the young Bass, but it was time to find out the truth nature of this Namekian and see just what potential he truly held. He had sent for Bass hours before knowing how long it might take him to arrive, pacing the long path as he waited and mentally prepared himself for the multiple outcomes.
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Post by Bass on Jun 20, 2019 14:35:00 GMT -6
Lessons Learned The Hard Way
Bass's PL: 42'000
Though he knew the day might arrive Bass never had never really prepared himself for it, to train with Steno. Or in simpler terms, to train among those of a clan outside his own was a thought he didn't exactly tackle as of yet. There were a lot of hurdles he would have to overcome if it'd mean becoming a stronger Namekian. As much as he hated to say it, this was simply no time to apply his personal beliefs to this circumstance. The desire to improve was much more important than that of maintaining his pride. The way the world was unfortunately didn't permit him a liberty of choice or true freedom, in reality he had two choices. To live or to die, Bass wouldn't have any part with the latter option. Time was of the essence and it seemed that he was in a race against the clock. Every passing day became a terrible reminder that conflict was approaching at a rate he risked not being ready for. Such a truth repeated had been repeated so many times in his mind that he grew tired of it. Fearful for the future, rather unsure where it might lead. <I suppose this is some twisted kind of leap of faith. I'm meant to train regardless of the chance of success. All of what I am is aimed towards the possibility of achieving the dreams of my predecessor. Perhaps deep down I really don't want to achieve it but if I don't try, give it a shot at least. I'm as good as dead is what I am. I've been allowed to live for the sake of such dreams, without them. What can be said for me? My existence is sole for that sake, and such sake alone. Perhaps those personal beliefs I and he carried are what should concern me for the time being. I can't just begin to act like I know any better.> In faith of his father's intentions, Bass would stifle his pride at least for the time being. Prioritizing the much more pressing and important matters at hand. There was much to be done, and he couldn't afford to waste any chance he got. They were getting increasingly rarer as time progressed and he was unsure if there'd ever be another one quite like it. Every moment was a precious one and he couldn't help but feel that perhaps he might not be long for this world. Memories of a past life coming to haunt him whenever he approached his father's grave. Bass couldn't help but remember that fateful day where he had met some of Namek's most influential members; Oboe, Namek's Guru and Steno, his Guardian. Despite the various encounters shared with the two men, ironically enough there was only one in particular that he had at all discussed with to fair lengths. That being the Guru, growing more familiar with him with every conversation they shared. The man's Guardian still eluded him despite all that had been shared between the three Namekian. The feeling felt quite strange to him as he considered it, playing with the thought in his mind. <Funny how one can spend so much time with another person and they're still strangers to one another. I've known my father's voice and face for only the few minutes we had shared before his death and I'd regard him as family. I've known both Oboe and Steno for far longer and I wouldn't dare to call them the same. That rift.. do they feel the same? Maybe it isn't necessary to think in such a way, why bother.> Unlike other rendezvous, the Namekian wouldn't converse with Oboe surprisingly. This encounter would be solely for him and Steno to participate in. The location to train was set and surprisingly it was one Bass was quite familiar with. The Outer Plait, a location he considered as close to him without being there. Many of the ins and outs concerning the place were all common knowledge to him. The occasional trek throughout the land a common occurrence within his sect, the purpose usually that of the religious variety. With the date set additionally there was only the matter of finding the man, unlike locating Oboe was a remarkably easy feat. Steno had made no attempt at concealing his power-level and although he was far from Bass, the disparity of power between him and anyone in the location made targeting Steno rather effortless. Usually having a hard time trying to find his targets but on this occasion it didn't seem to be necessary. He'd have to physically try and ignore the most powerful energy signature to even stand a chance at getting lost. From deep within the Mazoku Graves Bass sat still, meditating as something immediately came to mind. Eyes immediately opening as wide as they could as something immediately came to mind. <I've waited long enough. The time has got to be now.> Bass stood up from the spot he'd been sitting upon, looking beyond the stretch of endless tombstones towards his destination. Head turning to immediately face Steno's direction as flew towards him at an ever increasing speed. Eventually reaching him after a brief period of time in the skies, without a cloud in the sky the route proved to be optimal. At last, Bass had finally reached his target. Descending from the point at which he was floating at, touching down as a plume of debris animated itself due to his abrupt landing. It appeared that Bass was once again under the guise of an adult-form. A half hearted wave was sent at the man as he proceeded to grin, each tooth in his mouth fully visible. "Can't say I was expecting this, nor you of all people. I don't mean to cause any ill will but I do feel a sort of difference when it comes to the two of us. We needn't have to do this if you don't want to. The impression I've been getting since before I arrived was that this sort of encounter was of the artificial variety, Oboe played his part in this meeting of the two of us did he not?
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Post by Steno on Jun 20, 2019 17:15:13 GMT -6
Bass landed and Steno was standing as he usually was, arms crossed with a blank expression, though his eyes were closed until Bass began to speak. Slowly his gaze moved towards him, giving only a slight nod of recognition with an unblinking stare. "Oboe truly believes I can train you, and more specifically he believes I should be the one to do it." The sky matched Steno's demeanor; unmoving and no sign of a change. A bright day with no signs of weather to disturb whatever was to come. His stare was firm and his eyes fixated on Bass, finally a single blink, "Our difference in power is likely a part of the reason I was asked to train you. I am significantly stronger as far as fighting strength goes for now, but if you are to fight with us as closely as Oboe wants, then you have some catching up to do." He was fairly blunt and aware of their difference in power level, but that didn't change anything about the situation.
After a long pause he began to move with one step after another, facing away from Bass as he began to pace in a line back and forth as if he was unsure what to say. "We met because of Oboe, but past that it doesn't matter. If I didn't want to do this I wouldn't have been pressured to do so. I guard Oboe but he has no control over my actions, so I am here of my own volition. My only concern in this scenario is if you are willing to trust me here." His pacing stopped and once again he turned just enough to look to Bass, "This isn't going to be me letting you punch at me to make you feel better. This isn't some way for you to vent frustration. This is training. I have no qualms about knocking you to the dirt as many times as it takes for a lesson to be learned and you need to be aware of that."
The pacing resumed, though it seemed more out of habit this time than necessity to help with any train of thought. "This isn't going to be easy and truthfully you might not like me a few times during this training, but I will say this once and only once; if at any point during our training you feel the need to quit then know there won't be a second time. This isn't just physical training as I don't find that to be even close to the most important aspect or strength of a warrior. This is mental training using physical means. This is training your fortitude and it is showing me how serious you are taking this." His pacing stopped as he fully turned and walked up to Bass, stopping just a foot in front of him to make sure he could look him directly in the eye. "I take this very seriously and I expect the same. You've come this far literally and figuratively so I have to assume you were willing to try, but even Oboe doesn't know what is about to happen. Before we go any further I need to know you are willing to continue and you understand what I've told you and you understand this could very well be dangerous, though by no means life threatening. You will likely leave here with injuries. If you have second thoughts or questions this is the time to make both known."
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Post by Bass on Jun 24, 2019 22:20:19 GMT -6
Lessons Learned The Hard Way
Bass's PL: 42'000
It was hard to say whether Bass could actually listen to what Steno said with a straight face, the content of the man's words were very serious but the context couldn't be further from the truth. Having come from a prideful lineage of Namekian, he wouldn't simply let mere words get the better of him. Being in tune with the ability of sensing Ki, he knew it well that the Guardian had nothing to hide. Having been aware of his power-level for a fair amount of time given the now numerous instances in which they'd been around one another. Having familiarized himself with the man at least to a degree that he could no longer call him a stranger that simply accompanied the Guru on seemingly random occasion. Steno's unblinking stare would be met with an equally intense glare, in place of lack of physical might he'd have to compensate with strength of heart. Ever confident despite their immense disparity, sarcastically smiling at the man with a bold element to his person's mannerisms. Getting increasingly thoughtful over just what some of what Steno had been saying. Analyzing every single sentence Steno uttered as to figure out the reason behind why every specific word was spoken and brought to his attention. <Oboe believing in me? I wonder if that's really true or if the cause is so desperate that I'm given such importance. I'd do the same if I were in his position regardless of whatever opinions we share towards one another. Maybe he really does see something in me, hard to tell sometimes. Any encouragement would be welcome, for the sake of bringing up morale and the like I imagine.> Bass shook his head dismissively as he continued to listen to what Steno had to say. His sense of pride coming to question as he understood exactly what the man had essentially said to him. Holding back a grin as the corners of his mouth turned slightly upwards suggesting some kind of glee he couldn't quite just outright reveal. A mental note would be made for Bass and Bass's sake alone, finding great humor in something recently said. <I'm not as shallow as he takes me to be, he makes no aims to conceal his true strength. Neither do I, mine. There's another angle here and I wonder if I'm failing to see it. The intimidation game, pointless at this stage. More pressing matters are at hand.> Bass continued to think it over, contemplating on the very nature of the way Steno decided to continue the discussion. Working a perspective capable of establishing the right kind of context for the manner in which the man spoke to him. Gauging the individual as to comprehend whether or not he talked to everyone like this, or just him. Given the the flow of their dialogue there was ample time to evaluate the situation, bringing back reference to their other encounters to create a precedent. Every bit of information vital as he had now for the first time been able to have a one on one interaction with a man he knew so little about. Bass chuckled to himself as a certain detail of the Namekian's words reached his ears. <So, its that way is it? Trust is it? Hmm, I suppose that won't be any easy feat. Where was he when the war came? When the Guru died and threats came upon the land I didn't recall his participation or word of a man of his likeness. Perhaps things would've been different with his support. Trust will be hard to give the man but just maybe, this time I can afford it to him.> The young Namekian laughed aloud as tried his hardest to keep himself in check, finding it fairly hard to do given his past and what led up to him being created. He pointed at himself. carrying an arrogant quality to his person as he did so. "I don't know who you take me for or what you actually think I am but I'm no pushover. I came to you not for the sake of my emotions or some other immature endeavor. The goal here is training, there are no ulterior motives. If there were I'd have accomplished them elsewhere. I'm not kind of person to stay stuck in the minute trivialities that may separate you and I. Our differences are minor in comparison to all the alien species that've invaded our planet, I think we both know at least this much. I've died and lived a many different lifetimes, training is training. Knock me down, I don't care. I gave my previous life for this planet, a mere training session won't exactly put me off. I'm aware of all that comes with this kind of exercise, the matter is very simple." Bass sighed, his voice getting weak with the years he had once lived.
"Don't worry Steno, I'm not that fond of you anyways. I don't expect your training to be easy, I can sense that your power-level is far above mine. If I had wanted to quit I wouldn't of showed up, its not in me to waste a person's time. Especially not when the Dragon Balls risk falling into the wrong hands. When looking back and recalling the previous hunt I can't help but feel I could of done more, my death was vain in the end anyways. This time however, things can be different and my efforts especially won't be as vain this time. My fathers and his forefathers didn't run away or hide, neither shall I." Bass crossed his arms as he looked at Steno with significant resolve, he wouldn't stop. Not here not now, there was too much on the line to just quit when things got tough. Much of what the man was saying did resonate with him well despite him dissenting with a fair bit of what was said. He might've not agreed with the words exactly but the man's heart did seem to be in the right place from what he gathered of the situation. Growing ever so curious after Steno's mention of a training beyond the physical, wanting to know more behind just what he meant.
An eyebrow would be rose on his part after a specific detail came to light. Bass smiled back at Steno, drawing emphasis to both of his arms as he flexed his hands into fists. "You needn't have to worry about me, as long as I remain a Namekian there isn't an injury I can't recover from. Any broken bone or bruise won't be a problem, I've had my fair share I know what we're capable of. If I had second thoughts we wouldn't be be here anyways. I'd have made my feelings well known before we came here. I'll be ready when you are." A slight flair of the hand would be made as he expected the sign to be understood, gesturing in some manner as to show he was ready to advance the exchange. He had grown eager for the thrill of combat, knowing fully well he'd lose regardless of how much he wanted to win. Badly wanting to spar at this point. <I won't get any stronger sparring with those who match my level of strength. I guess its better this way.>
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Using Great Namek: 42'000(4)= 168'000
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Post by Steno on Jun 24, 2019 23:30:59 GMT -6
His eyes narrowed into what could only be described as a death glare as Bass started to laugh, and there was no hiding the fact that it flat out annoyed him. "I told you I take this seriously, and I expect the same. I'm not looking for sarcasm, I'm not looking for attitude, I'm certainly not here to stroke your ego. I'm telling you how it is, and the fact is you are weak right now compared to me and to Oboe, and both of us are weak compared to these Saiyans on our planet. I'm not interested in what you were, what you've seen, where you've been. I care about where you are going because Oboe thinks that somewhere is going to be with him, which means like it or not, with me." This wasn't simply spoken as bluntly and emotionless as previously, he was speaking with a loud voice filled with it and was doing nothing to hide that fact at least in the moment. There was no Guru around for him to put on his best behavior for, and he was here because he was asked to be. This wasn't fun for Steno nor was it something he saw as fun and games, so his temper was shining through quickly as his patience eroded. "You think you know something, and that's fine, but if you want me to train you then keep it to yourself, otherwise you can leave. Oboe wanted this between us, I didn't ask for this, nor did I want it. I'm here to protect Oboe and right now that's it."
His eyes began to glow with a light blue literal flame the more Bass spoke, his teeth gritting and his jaw flexing. "How about this, your first lesson is to stop pretending you know everything. Whether you like it or not you are weaker and despite how many lives you've lived you don't know everything. You aren't the first to be born from someone else and you won't be the last. You aren't special and neither am I." Shaking his head heavily, he had to compose himself and taking a step back, breathing deeply and slowly. He couldn't understand why Oboe was so quick to take someone like this in and have him stick so close. Bass didn't seem any sort of a threat but his emotions ran high as did his mouth, and Steno had little patience for either. Bass' comments prodded at his mind like a stuck thorn he couldn't shake, and when he mentioned how injuries were of no concern it set him off as his energy jumped instantly, staring down Bass as a large blue aura flared up around him. "You were warned.", stepping forward the moment the words left his lips, aiming his upper right fist at Bass' jaw and the lower towards his gut.
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Post by Bass on Jun 27, 2019 19:29:33 GMT -6
Lessons Learned The Hard Way
Bass's PL: 42'000
Differences, they were what made up much of the Namekian population. Man to child, caste to caste. Ideologies clashing against one another like the tides, stuck in permanent dance where they collided and separated on a moment's notice. Bass was no stranger to realizing just what split up the Namekian populous apart, realizing just what brought it together at the same time. Namek was usually the sort of place where every group stuck to their own, minding themselves without threats to worry about. Unfortunately however, this couldn't be further the from case currently. With the return of the Dragon Balls grace to the induction of a new Guru, more problems arrived at Namek's doorstep. Visibly not leaving anytime soon considering the circumstances, the many new faces he'd seen coming from alien territories likely all in pursuit of the planet's mystical artifacts he theorized. Deeming them all a greedy bunch who had no genuine care for Namek nor its people really, recognizing the suspicious nature in which foreigners began to show hastened kindness during the Dragon Ball's activity. Only to drop this act when it came time to get them from whatever poor soul had come into possession of them. The memories of the previous hunt were fresh and the wounds both the planet and its people experienced even more so. Many of its inhabitants still working diligently to repair the damage suffered at the hands of a war that was not of their doing. Mere bystanders while they watched their own homes turn to ruin while the crossfires of many battles viciously laid waste to even the most undesirable locations on Namek. The Outer Plait made a splendid example of the terrible effects of war, having long lost some of its original yet twisted natural beauty. Entire stretches of organic land having been transformed into now empty bases. The off one populated by the very same Saiyan faction that had participated in the previous skirmishes against an organization had long fell from its grace. No longer strong enough to repel and keep in check its old rival from rising to great power, something which Bass feared greatly. Though he did despite the Fleet he knew its importance well as a force necessary to maintain a balance within the Northern Galaxy. Their vacuum managing to create a bigger problem than they one they already were. The exchange of words appeared to have gone in a direction he didn't wish for them to go, heeding his dialogue with a particular sentiment of judgement. His ferocity growing as it continually built up within him, sense of pride coming to challenge in a way he didn't couldn't agree with at all. A look of disgust formed on his face as he continued to listen ever so carefully. Suppressed feelings of anger finally coming to the surface of his psyche, bringing with it all of his thoughts of antagonism towards a choice type of Namekian. Namely of the Dragon and Warrior variety as certain repressed prejudices came back to light. <Who was I kidding? We aren't cut from the same cloth.. Either we weave ourselves together our we tear ourselves apart. Maybe its for best that we keep to what we know. This rift between us grows its seem clear now.> Bass laughed aloud again, as he sighed to himself. In complete disagreement both physically and mentally, not so willing as he had once thought himself to be. "I know the facts and I didn't come to get my ego stroked. I've died for this land once I know fully well just how strong they are and have been getting. They're not exactly the hardest people to sense." The young Namekian let his face fall into the palm of his hand, evidently lacking the faith and will to carry on with what he had been saying. Not as inclined nor as energetic as he once felt himself to be. <Ah, this won't be easy. No, not at all. I guess things'll have to be this way then. What's the point if all I feel inside is the urge to separate. We are a kind that weren't all meant to mix, I can't just lie to myself any further. Both what he is, and what I am are incompatible at least in this stage.> Bass grinned once more at the older Namekian, still cocky in spite of his circumstances. Ego still heavy on his shoulders as Steno continued to speak to fair lengths about his views on the matter. " I know I'm weak, I can sense ki. I'm not ignorant if you think that's what I am. You make no aims to hide our power-level I can get a sense of reference for the state of things, its not exactly a mystery. Its became increasingly clear the more I think about it. I get the inkling we weren't exactly meant to mix. Not this way at least." His face erupted with rage as he looked at Steno with a passionate stare, whelmed by emotion he couldn't quite describe. Smiling again as his sentiment of arrogance furthered. <Let me be honest for once and say what I really feel.> Bass gathered his composure, trying to maintain a clear head while he struggled to keep a straight face. "You know what, screw your lesson. This'll never work you and I. I think the Guru had made a mistake when he had recommended you to teach me. I'm rather tired of this game we've been both playing. I think we both know we can't kid ourselves here. We've made up our minds on what is and what's supposed to be, the only thing that's left to do here is to go our separate ways." A disagreeable look on his visage formed as he looked at him with great hostility. <That look on his face, his power-level too. I can feel it. The tension between us, it builds heavily. I suppose its the words that I said to him. I can tell that he's got something planned. So that's it, huh? So be it then.> Both of Steno's hits would come as a complete shock to him, terribly inflicting pain to Bass's body as he went by the collision of the first blow.
Injuring him to the point in which he could barely stand. Jaw shattered in numerous places, mouth pooling with blood as his lips spilled with purple fluid. His gut crushed by the strength of the blow, his many organs displaced as his skin tore in various locations. The young Namekian's hands would be immediately put to his torso as he sought to maintain the pressure of his bodily injuries as to stop more bleeding from occurring. Hateful eyes would be cast onto Steno as he slowly but surely healed back from his injuries. Regenerating much of the bodily damage he sustained as his chest tissue repaired itself, jaw snapping back into place as the sound of cracking repeated multiple times over. His speech slurred as he tried his best to speak, bits of plasma leaking out of his lips. "You can have that hit, I'll give it to you. But know that we are done from here on out. Farewell, Steno." Bass walked off from the scene, slowly flying away as bits of tissue still fell off his battle stained clothes. Having shrunk back down into his child-like state, as he cursed under his breath. <I've got a lot ahead of me if I'm to get any bit stronger. I barely survived that attack.. Oh, how I lack the strength. My training will need to be more grueling.>
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