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Post by Aisise on Jun 25, 2019 23:31:31 GMT -6
Spirituality was running rampant across the Maima region, or at least that was what she was told. Still, regardless or not, it was one of the largest leads she had to solving her personal problem which had been driving her nuts for quite a long time. While Aisise did feel a bit guilty for spending precious time that could be used for bringing Typha back, she understood that spending all this time couldn't be good for her personal health. She could have brief breaks from her duties after all. Without a radar, there wasn't much that she could do and Aisise honestly didn't know where to get one of those either. She had never been the best with foreign technology. She had been flying around for quite some time, trying to find a somewhat isolated place where she could just sit, relax and meditate. It was what those elders back at Septrippe had told her to do after she explained her situation to her. While she had tried this countless times, maybe the spirituality could leak into her mind and she could become enlightened. Aisise didn't really know much about all this stuff, but she was willing on giving it a shot!
Finally, she had managed to settled for a giant lake with a giant meadow spread across it. It seemed tranquil enough and also seemed like quite a nice place to sit down. Aisise had even found an indentation in the meadow, as if someone had came here often to sit and meditate. Whoever, it was, hopefully they wouldn't mind her taking her place just for this day. If they came here daily, perhaps they could have gotten some results. After settling down in the seat, she would sit with her legs crossed and her palms resting on her thighs. Her scouter and both of her sword were laid out right next to her, while making sure she wouldn't be distracted, she would also have a quick way to react if someone like Monster were to suddenly show up. Taking a deep breath, Aisise closed her eyes and began to focus on her breathing. Now came the difficult part, concentrating. When she had first began, she couldn't concentrate for more than ten seconds without getting distracted by her thoughts. However, now she could go to a minute before getting swept away. Maybe it was the Konats atmosphere, and Namek could try to change things this time around.
Aisise allowed herself to take in her surroundings, hearing the calm rush of of water and the gentle wind blow through the plants around her lightly. She had to purge all of her emotions, both positive and negative and allow herself just to calm down and breath. With no distractions, she could just relax and focus on contacting that being that she so desperately wanted to meet.
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Post by Bass on Jul 1, 2019 18:09:33 GMT -6
The Silence of Nature
Bass's PL: 56'000
Foreigners, they came in many shapes and sizes of varying creeds and classes. Many of them landed upon the planet for different reasons and yet funnily enough, the motivation happened to be the same between most of them this time of the year. It was hard to call the matter of the surge of alien population entirely accidental, the Dragon Balls return to the planet making for an excellent stage to attract people of all different sorts. Strange or otherwise fairly uncommon events happened to be taking place all over Namek. Its natives forced to make do with the situation as they were still in the midst of recovering from what was essentially a war ravaged land. Having dealt with a fair bit of the physical damage as the injuries of the more psychological variety still lingered among much of the population. Memories of a recent war haunting many people among the planet, filling the hearts of various individuals with both fear and crippling recollections of great bloodshed. Numerous members of the populace coping with the event to varying degrees, their woes similar yet not of equal magnitude. The luckier majority of the Namekian commonality free from the pain of conflict, bearing only minor scars in comparison to the unfortunate percentage of the masses. The ones who through no fault of their own on the receiving end of a brutal, greed fueled endeavor. A remarkable amount of families displaced due to the various skirmishes held across the land, for the most part fought between the Saiyan Kingdom and the World Trade Fleet. The battles carrying the added effect of leading many locations into financial ruin due to the warfare destroying infrastructure on lesser, less regarded portions of Namek. Farmlands turned into perfect battlefields due to their favorable positions in addition to their flat shapes, the average rancher and peasant forced to leave their homes because of such. Although every Namekian faced a different reality concerning their history with foreigners, a looming sentiment was seemingly shared between many of them. A reasonable fraction of the people learning to take caution when approaching aliens arriving from different planets. Minor xenophobia holding them back from behaving like they might've previously. Xenophobic out of fear for another incident to occur on Namek.
Taking extreme discretion when engaging with new faces, especially skittish among the more recognizable ones. The exact bunch who had came for the previous Hunt returned, some of them associated with factions that had arguably brought a lot of trouble to the planet and its inhabitants. That discussion a sensitive topic among the Namekian population, some desiring peace while others took the previous hunt as a message. A sign that whatever kindness they showed to people previously, they needn't do this same this time around. The admonitory tale received from the previous Dragon Ball hunt one that both Bass and his fellow brethren wouldn't forget. Approaching foreigners with visible alertness, not wanting to risk another fateful encounter with what could be hostile aliens. Bass's encounters with strangers grew to an innumerable count and yet Bass could never manage to really feel all that safe. Nigh almost twice the strength he originally was when he really immersed himself in the public Namekian world. Many of the kinder and forgiving Namekians he knew had taught him to not judge a book by its cover, ironically the more hateful and distrusting bunch had told him the same. Each telling him to be wary of just what his senses told him. Confused by such a statement.
How was one supposed to behave when it became very hard to discern friend from foe in such volatile times? The Fleet's many soldiers each having an appearance similar or in line with many other races that frequented the planet. With a stronger power-level Bass could walk around with more confidence though there'd always be a slight hesitation to wherever he happened to find foreigners. Bass's stroll taken across a commonly walked path would not be as usual as he had once thought it'd be. The day shifting rapidly off course as the relaxing moment became one that he couldn't help but feel was somewhat stressful. Cautiously advancing at the target that had caught his eye, standing a fair distance away as he crossed his arms. Looking at the Konatsian with a sentiment of confusion, finding humor in the fact that someone especially of the alien variety could find some semblance of harmony in these times. Studying not only her characteristics but the items she sported alongside her person as he couldn't help but get an idea of what kind of individual she was. <Both sword and scouter, her strength is of a reasonable level as well. I suppose she's a fighter of some kind? I'm already this far, I guess I'll engage.>
And so the Namekian did! Walking towards the meditating woman with a slow manner in his stride, not wanting to startle her out of fear of the creation of an unnecessary confrontation. While he did feel confident about his combative abilities, he didn't desire to make things more tense than they needed to. Unsure if she carried a degree of strength significantly beyond her resting power-level. A mental remark would be made about that fact as he withheld a chuckle. <Guess you really can't judge a book by its cover, these people and their energy suppression. One can never really know for sure.> Without any other thought in the way of his original goal at hand, Bass sauntered towards the woman. Hands interlocked with one another, resting neatly upon his thighs as he proceeded to float some few feet in the air near her. In a stance mirroring hers as he seemingly was in a bodily posture suggesting meditation, his eyes focused on hers. "Why hello, alien. The name's Bass. I had seen you from before some short distance away and was curious. Its not often we see much of your kind around this place. You're an alien and a woman, two concepts I'm still coming to terms with. Strange where I'm from. I just thought we could make some conversation, your name is?"
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Post by Tarch on Jul 2, 2019 16:42:18 GMT -6
Tarch PL: 150,000
Energy Setting: 10,000
This was now the second time in the span of a single week, third including the time it worked but now how he wanted. First the thing completely malfunctions. Then it decided to lock onto the ones that Nashua had already collected. Since getting to this planet, Tarch has had no luck getting his darned radar to work how he wanted it too. He had it working a moment ago just fine. Then the battery fell out and into a muddy puddle. Obviously, it was no good after that little accident.
So now instead of searching blindly like last time, the young half saiyan decided to just enjoy the scenery. It was nice and peaceful. The hush of the rolling blue grass in the wind. The Ajissa trees softly swaying in the breeze. The surprised yelp followed by a loud splash. Tarch had failed to notice a small frog hop in front of him and land right on his foot. That was the problem with having a single working eye. Tarch’s perception was completely thrown off. How does Ms. Kayen deal with this?
Luckily the water wasn’t too deep, not to mention swimming was his favorite past time. Unfortunately, with the two bandaged bodyparts, as well as an injured lung, meant swimming was a big no-no for him until he was fully healed. So after being swept by the river slightly, he made his way onto the dry ground just beside a couple of people. One seemed to be a human looking either meditating or napping, while the other was a speaking Namekian. Was he interrupting something?
“Oh uh, sorry!” Tarch called as he pulled himself out of the water. “I wasn’t watching where I was going and kind of ended up in the river.” An embarrassing start to be sure, but honestly, with all the sadness he faced before, this was a perfectly welcome silly situation for him. “A-am I interrupting you two? I can go.” He quickly pulled out a capsule and gave it a click. "I just need to change my bandages before my wounds get dirty." Whether allowed to stay or not, Tarch would begin undressing his arm and his eye, giving them a thorough but gentle drying.
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Post by Aisise on Jul 3, 2019 22:03:09 GMT -6
Without energy sense or her scouter, Aisise wouldn't be able to detect anyone approaching her normally. While she would have been able to hear someone come by now, she had been so lost in trying to concentrate in her meditation that she had blocked out the entire world around here. As such, she didn't even notice it when the namekian came. The only indication that she wasn't a statue was all the strange faces she was making in hopes that it would help her concentrate better. While she had tuned out most of the world, Aisise could still pick up some outside stimuli. As such, when the namekian in front of her began to speak, she was immediately caught off guard. "AWUAH!" She cried out immediately falling backwards as he began to speak. Having been so jarringly knocked out of a peaceful state, Aisise was confused for a moment what was even happening. As her eyes landed on the Namekian, she would begin to calm down. "H-hello. I didn't expect to meet anyone like you here." She said, cautiously, holding out one hand to shake while using her other one to push herself back up into a sitting position. "Call me Aisise, nice to meet you Bass."
But once again, they weren't alone as a young boy had come up to them. Aisise was surprised, both by the sudden appearance and his age. Why was someone this young on a planet like this? She couldn't help but wince as her eyes trailed on his bandaged body as well. He was injured as well. "No, it's fine. Don't worry I don't mind company." She would then pat the ground near the two of them. "When you're finished, feel free to sit and chat with us." While she didn't speak for Bass, she hoped that he wouldn't mind. She would feel a bit weird if she told a kid like him to go away. Aisise then eyed the company she had. She had come here, hoping that it would be calm and quiet. It did make sense that someone would come by if they were on the hunt, but Aisise had believed that they would ignore her instead. But she was quickly proven wrong, but these two.
"So, what are you both doing here?" She asked both Bass and the boy. "I guess it makes a bit more sense for you, but how about you little one? You don't seem to be from around here. What are you doing in a dangerous place like this." Aisise asked. As she wasn't wearing her scouter, she wasn't aware of how strong Tarch truly was. In her eyes, he was simply a child that required protection. Another thought quickly came to her head as she turned towards the namekian. "I just realized... If this is your meditation place, I'm so sorry. I just wanted to try it out to see if I could connect with something." She managed to speak, a bit flustered.
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Post by Bass on Jul 5, 2019 22:42:19 GMT -6
The Silence of Nature
Bass's PL: 56'000
The feeling was new and yet it was rather refreshing to not have to be as confrontational as he had once deemed necessary towards foreigners. They were a bunch he couldn't grasp his head around, of varying appearances and sizes. Differing beliefs and dreams and yet, for some reason or another they all met up here. Their primal desires for one reason or another drawing them to Namek for what he suspected what was what everyone or at least most people came to the planet for in this day and age. An asteroid field having previously blocked the humble green marble from interaction with other galactic entities, only re-establishing such a connection upon the belt's dissolution. Interest of the planet growing significantly seemingly out of the desire to use its most treasured artifact. That simple truth one that Bass took much humor in when he considered that specific detail of information. The thought one he felt valid, thinking it over as his gaze settled on the woman's. His arm stretching beyond the regular limit as to shake her hand, laughing to himself in a hushed tone. "You didn't expect to meet a Namekian in the Maima Region? You're quite the comedian, Aisise." The very fact that she was surprised by his being here left an impression on Bass, left to self reflection after that note came to mind. Despite all the training he'd underwent to properly prepare for the fateful return of the Dragon Balls, little could ready Bass for the unpredictable state that Namek found itself in. A simple decision to go off and walk in the comfort of his own homeland had led to a series of events he had not foreseen. Though the encounter proved to not be dangerous a thought couldn't help but linger in his mind. <They're harmless but they could've easily been a foe, one I hadn't expected to meet someone here of all places. The Fleet is in a recession though there are still significant threats at large, unchecked, unmatched may be the better word I suppose. I'd have been blind to the risks and there would be no one to blame for my demise except myself. I can't keep fooling myself, there's still much for me to do-> The Namekian's train of thought soon came to an end as something had immediately thrown him off focus. Having sensed a power-level comparable, albeit less imposing than either him or the Konatsian. The sound of dripping water against smooth, soft grass causing him to turn his head in alarm as his eyes settled on the stranger. Every little characteristic one he'd try to keep to memory, using it as precedent for potential future rendezvous with the individual in question. <That voice and face of his, he can't be that old. A child, much like I. We're different though, his appearance and wait a second.. Is that a tail? A Saiyan is he? Things are different now, there's a whole other context now. This isn't a traditional visitor, alien or otherwise. Nay, a Saiyan of all species. Could he possibly be a part of the Kingdom? The boy is young but still, why should I put it past them? Through every walk of life I've seen a many men and women participate in the effort to acquire the Dragon Balls. His isn't familiar and his wounds appear to be fresh, with that kind of power-level he knows combat well. No ordinary child, that's for sure.> Bass would dismissively wave at the Saiyan, trying to the best of his abilities to scale down the somewhat random and intrusive nature of the encounter. His hand shaken sluggishly and with a lax quality evident by the way it pivoted on his wrist's joint. Mannerisms gentle and calculated as he took the time to not rush things. Much too curious and bored to want to just end the discussion right away. "You've no need to apologize. You tripped through no fault of your own. Could you have been less careless? I think that's a given, but does it really matter though? Remaining prideful has appeared to given me more problems than solutions. Whether or not I care really isn't important anyways, I've no say on the matter nor could I hope to. No one would respect my name I think this much is clear, why would people at this point? The planet hasn't been given the proper treatment." Having been so self centered with his opinions, Bass had forgot exactly where he was and who he was with at the moment. His eyes closed as thoughts of a distant memory came rushing back to him like a violent wave. The Namekian's feelings were mixed upon the subject of patriotism. Was it wrong to be so devoted to such a land as Namek? One that knew little peace and felt even less safety with the reoccurring activation of the Dragon Balls. A planet which could no longer manage to find true serenity with the disappearance of the asteroids, plagued by battle and goals fed by self-centered goals. Bass was not one to innately carry a sentiment of friendliness towards strangers, alike his sect the teen's ways were not popular among the Namekian majority. Both somewhat secluded among his own brethren and alien people, the thought couldn't help but come to mind. He had much love for Namek and much of what inhabited it but what was the point of him trying so hard to keep it safe in the end? Both his sect and he weren't all that adored among the populous nor were they in the pursuit of the love of their brothers. <Am I wrong to want to give up now? There's a hopelessness to this all isn't there? Would anyone really care if I succeeded in achieving my goals? Namek's sake doesn't matter I bet, there's no place for me here. Not now at least, perhaps I've got a chance but is it really worth it? I doubt I'd be protecting something worth the labor, I doubt there's any acceptance or admiration I'd gain from anyone by trying to protect it the only way I know how to. What could I hope to achieve by the end of this all? Aliens will come and go, battles will be fought. Many shall die as others shall have their families destroyed, as long as both the Guru and Dragon Balls remain I doubt peace can ever find this place again.> Bass would keep his silence briefly as he continued to reflect about the matter of Namek, rapidly distracted as the woman's questions directed to him caught his attention. A grin couldn't help but form on his face as a peculiarity of what she had said stuck with him. "A little bit more sense for me? I live here if that's reason enough for you. I don't know if I should have to explain myself to you but I guess its whats aliens do to make conversation." The Namekian listened on to the words of Aisise, shaking his head at her after she had made her comment. "Why apologize? What does it serve to do it now? You've made residence upon Namek, trekked upon its land on numerous occassion I imagine. Ate its food, talked with its natives. Sitting upon this specific piece of ground wouldn't make any difference to me. You're free to do as you wish as your own person, as am I and as is he. What does bother me however is the fact that one's personal freedoms can at times come in the way of the liberties of others. Be at ease, you are not the person I wish to call foe. Neither ally."
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Post by Tarch on Jul 6, 2019 12:17:07 GMT -6
Well, so far both of these strangers seemed very welcoming. Although, the Namekian seemed to be a fan of long words and longer sentences. If he were being honest Tarch would admit he had no idea what this man was saying. The young half saiyan paused his drying to stare at him, trying desperately to piece together his speech into something more concise. So far this was what he got. He didn’t have to apologize, be more careful, but he was being a little disruptive? Should he apologize again? The way he talked was just so long-winded. Maybe he was a poet! A Namekian poet! That would be so cool! That didn’t make it any easier for the young teen to understand him though.
“Uhh…” Luckily the bluenette was far easier to understand. She seemed very friendly. She also looked like one of those space elves that Tarch could never remember the names of. Konstains? Either way, it seemed Tarch was allowed to stay and compose himself. “Thanks!” he resumed his drying, taking a moment to shake his head dry like a wet dog. Then came the more painful part, the infected bites on his arm. To distract himself from the burning pain, Tarch decided he may as well answer this woman’s question.
“I’m uhh, I’m actually here to bring my mom back to life.” Though a little shaky Tarch managed to keep himself from tearing up. He’d been here for almost a month now and while he still felt immense pain from his mother’s death, he managed to find a more hopeful outlook after running into Nashua knowing she would help. He did laugh a little when the space elf called this place dangerous. “You think this place is dangerous? You should have seen it when I first came here. Those world trade guys and the saiyan kingdom were in all-out war here.” His laughter quickly died down. A small muttered swear could be heard from the young man as he both rubbed at the infected wound and made himself remember the war he just brought up. Luckily his mind wandered to what the Namekian was saying. Not that he could understand it. All he could extract from that was that he didn’t consider them friend or foe. Maybe not, but Tarch still figured he should be friendly. “Oh… well, I’m not here to cause any trouble or anything. My name’s Tarch by the way. It's nice to meet both of you!”
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Post by Aisise on Jul 12, 2019 19:11:55 GMT -6
Jeez, she didn't know that namekians here were so sassy. From what she's seen, they were mostly calm and collected, although Bass appeared to be a bit different. "Well, I mean that I didn't figure out would see anyone out here in general. It just seems a bit abandoned." Aisise did her best to explain her logic, although she felt that the more she opened her mouth the worse she represented her point. Maybe she should just stop running her mouth about this right now, it would only do less and less for her case. "Yeah, never mind." She said with a wave of her hand. She wanted to remain at least some sort of dignity with these two.
Bass did appear a bit odd with his talk though, acting as if he never truly had a conversation before. It was a bit odd, although Aisise decided to ignore it. Namekian culture could definitely be different from Konatsian culture, and she should at least try to factor that in. But with her apology, Bass simply said that she was just another person and it wouldn't matter what she did. Although some aspects of his words were a little insensitive, she would once again ignore it. He was a strange and she hardly knew he was, although it did hurt a little being called neither friend or ally. "Acquaintance." She said, thinking of the only word she could refer to Bass as. They hardly knew each other and still had the potentially to either further or detract from their relationship. "I understand," Aisise began. "I do try to not get in the way of the others' although it can be a difficult sometimes." She said, giving a weak chuckle.
The young saiyan would then mention something that broke her heart. He was here to revive his mother, presumably recently deceased. "I'm sorry," Aisise said. Her own mother was deceased as well, and while she was too young to remember the pain of her death, she could easily remember the pain and despair she felt when her siblings were killed in the android invasion on Konats. The crushing guilt and endless pain was something she wouldn't even wish on her greatest enemies. As much pain as she felt for the prince's death, it was not comparable to the sensation of losing someone you were personally close to. However, she was taken aback by the young saiyan, Tarch's words. He had been here before and during a war? Perhaps he was truly more experienced than he felt. "There's a Monster around here. It might not be as dangerous as the war, but I've heard he is a merciless killer. One that you both should be careful with." She commented. Aisise did her best not to let her anger show when she mentioned his name. Her anger and hatred for him wasn't something she wanted to drag them into this. Turning towards Tarch, she would then ask him, "Are you searching for the dragon balls as well?"
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Post by Bass on Jul 13, 2019 23:03:38 GMT -6
The Silence of Nature
Bass's PL: 56'000
A certain irony could be drawn from this circumstance. Native to foreigner, back and forth. Either side of the discussion picking apart the differences they had towards each other, perhaps it was an unfortunate consequence of the times. Many might say so, others would say different however. A common argument made was that people innately picked apart the distinctions between one another before anything else. While some likely didn't believe it to be true, Bass struggled to find the idea untrue. Much was said amidst the three people and yet that all didn't seem to matter as much as the observations made towards each other. A game of investigation as the dialogue appeared to really be a filler for what was really just a means of analyzing figures unknown to him. Though he had been speaking for a fair while he got increasingly unsure that there was any weight to the content of his dialogue. Bass spoke a many words though finding a sentiment of genuine emotion behind them proved to be hard. It wasn't everyday he encountered aliens and due to such the young Namekian found difficulty in properly engaging them. What was there to be said to a kind of group of people you've never bothered giving much care to, talk to such lengths even. The sole other interaction of similar significance having gone about in a very different fashion. The context behind either encounter sporting numerous dissimilarities, this circumstance in particular unfortunately drawing out certain inelegant qualities within Bass. The certain behavioral characteristics shared between the Namekians he called his own and the aliens he would familiarize with appeared to be vastly distinct. To be able adapt to people from cultures and worlds unlike his own? In the day and age he was living in, it felt inevitable. Whether he liked it or not, Namek was undergoing a change. Shifting into a direction some might call good, to Bass however it all seemed ambiguous. Though change was usually a sign progress it didn't necessarily always mean such, at times things went in a way without regard for whether it'd lead to good or bad. This path happened to just another one of them. That truth leaving Bass with conflicted feelings as he watched the planet take a turn towards an unclear future. Not too certain he could outright just follow it yet, watching carefully as he tried to make up his own mind about the matter entirely.
In the midst of another thought, Bass decided to put it to rest. The mention of a key detail in their conversation having reawakened his attention into the conversation once more. His mind having the unfortunate habit of quickly dismissing things once they felt that they got to a topic he couldn't quite follow. Voice gaining some lost emotion after his previous share of dialogue, much more lively and charismatic. Bearing subtle hints of sarcasm that might not be completely understood without some vague understanding behind the context for his views on particular matters. "Abandoned? Well, I suppose that's a fair point to bring up. The Maima Region was never known for much activity, this place is a beacon of spiritualism and magic. Regardless however, the population of people who frequented this place was greater some time ago. I suppose that all goes back to the war that took place here some recent time ago. You couldn't be more right Tarch.. right? The conflict here was a sight to behold. The Kingdom on one side, Fleet on the other and many Namekians in between." The Namekian sighed aloud without regard for those nearby, his demeanor suggesting regret.
"Ah.. The Monster you say? Its a popular point of discussion in Namekian politics, another reason for conflict even. This Monster you speak of, a terrible beast he is indeed. Without the efforts of some alien, the current Guru risked dying. After the last Guru shortly died quickly after the war from stress related problems and this new one almost dying. While most of us might not show it, we aren't exactly so quick to kindness anymore towards new faces. We've lost a lot of our own in the process of the ongoing arrival of aliens. This hesitation I feel towards both of your kind when I speak, it isn't out of malice, but fear. Ever since the asteroids around Namek have cleared we've ran into many problems from numerous individuals who've come from off world. Especially due to this.. artifact you've brought to mention." A smile formed on the Namekian's face while he stared at the two people of which company he shared. At last Bass would grin but the choice of topic behind his joy wasn't one to be taken lightly, a matter affecting everyone present dearly. His mannerisms getting more serious as his smirk quickly fell off his visage, his sense of humor put to rest as it came time to discuss something pressing. "Dragon Balls huh, well that figures then."
Bass laughed to himself a great deal, finding the notion of a quest to find the sacred artifacts one of significant amusement. The expression on his face growing grim as he leaned in closer as to speak with more emphasis towards the two of them. "You're both looking for the Dragon Balls then? I've met many with similar ambition. I take it that this'll be a reoccurring this, this infamous hunt for the sacred artifacts. If what you say is true I expect similar battles and bloodshed to be had on this planet. I'd suggest the two of you not reveal your intentions again to other people, I've seen an entire village get exterminated due to the lengths people went to acquire the Dragon Balls. If you really do wish to revive your mother maybe it'd be best to try and maintain your pursuits in secrecy. Your goal would be vain if it ended up costing other lives, innocent at that. The swifter this hunt ends, the quicker this home of mine I call Namek can find some likeness of peace again." Bass would proceed to then look upwards, eyes staring without end towards the skies. Mesmerized yet somewhat repulsed at the sight of the limitless green hue. "I hope this can all end soon."
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Post by Tarch on Jul 14, 2019 14:10:23 GMT -6
“Oh! No sir!” Tarch jumped back slightly. Though he still had a little bit of trouble trying to understand the Namekian poet, he took his words to mean that his own hunt could cost others their lives. Even if he hadn’t sworn to Ms. Oboe that he wouldn’t ever throw the first punch, Tarch absolutely hated the idea of hurting anyone even if they weren’t innocent in his little quest. “I would never hurt anyone to get the dragon balls! I even promised Mr. Oboe that I’d never throw the first punch. Besides,” he held up his injured arm, waving it in front of his face, “I’m way too injured to fight at full power anyway.”
With his oath of hopeful non-violence out of the way, Tarch’s mind did wander over to this monster Aisise mentioned. A merciless killer too. He shuddered to think what could happen if he ever crossed paths with this guy. Even if he did use his full power, he could only hold it for so long before his body crapped out on him. Would he be able to defend himself? Well, if worse comes to worst, the teen always had Nashua to look out for him. He hadn’t met anyone that could beat her, not even Vocado or Kayen. Could Ramen though? That would be a fight worth watching.
“Jeez, I’d hate to run into that guy. What’s he look like? I want to know who to run away from before I accidentally try making friends with him,” he laughed. Out of all the horrible things Namek had done to him, it did help him with many other things. For example, his once crippling shyness. Tarch was still a shy boy but overall trusted just about anyone he met. So, of course, he was concerned he actually would try to shake a monster’s hand without even knowing.
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Post by Aisise on Jul 19, 2019 10:54:04 GMT -6
Meekly, Aisise simply just shrugged her shoulders in response to Bass' comments about the Maima Region. "I don't know much about this place, alright? I just wanted to get some meditation done and see if I can do something." Still, Aisise couldn't help but feel bad in general. She really didn't mean to invade anything, and she had no intention of letting the poor namekians get caught up in a war if she could help it. But in the end, what Bass said was correct. She was an outsider that didn't belong here. She came onto the planet unannounced. After all of what happened with Monster and the war, it made sense for them to be afraid. "I know I can't really show you how I feel, but I promise I'm not here to cause trouble. I'll even leave after my business is done!" She proclaimed.
Aisise should have expected the dragon balls to be a sore subject, especially since its been a source of conflict for a long time. After hearing about Monster and even meeting that general from the Fleet, she knew that the path ahead was filled with blood. But, still, Aisise had thought about it and accepted it. Why else would she continue the fruitless attempt to find the balls without the radar? "If I had my hands on the balls, I wouldn't hurt anyone as well." Aisise said with a chuckle. It wasn't as if she could do so either, especially considering how strong the threats on this planet were. "Goes against my personal morals, even if my position and task allows me to kill. Words are the best weapon I've got, not these." She said, gesturing towards the two swords.
As Tarch asked for a description of Monster, all she could do was shrug her shoulders. "I've never met him before. Anything I've heard of him was from a..." How would she ever describe her. Despite having been a couple weeks ago, Aisise still felt betrayed and hurt. Thinking about the situation now just made her feel even worse, and her face quickly reflected to show this. "person." She finally said, finding her words. "I'm sorry." Aisise shook her head. But if this boy was also searching for the dragon balls, maybe they could have a deal. "You're searching to revive your mother as well right?" She asked Tarch. "You see, I'm searching for them as well, trying to revive someone important for me and I think the dragon balls could grant more than a single wish." Aisise honestly couldn't remember which set of balls were the one that could give more than one. "Perhaps we could work together, especially when there are so many strong people around." It was worth a shot, even if the answer was no in the end.
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Bass
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ARCHIVED - XP/PL TRANSFERRED TO SANBU
PL: 100,000
Great Namek (x4P) Warrior Hero (x12T)
Tag: @bass
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Post by Bass on Jul 19, 2019 23:42:00 GMT -6
The Silence of Nature
Bass's PL: 56'000
Long had the clock stopped tolling for Bass. Time had ran out for him in this conversation and he knew it all too well. Whether it be personal views or distinct conversational habits, it became clear that to stay any longer only spelled some manner of discomfort for everyone in the near vicinity. Though he was a teen of a few talents the art of dialogue with aliens especially was not one of them. Not as skilled in that regard as he knew the Guru to be. It didn't take any genius to figure out the exact nature of his place in the conversation, if there was ever a good moment to leave. It appeared to be now, and so the Namekian decided to do such. He'd sigh as he shrugged his shoulders, visible discontent but with an air to him that seemed to reveal some emotion that he hadn't quite shown before. Casting a look of indifference towards Aisise before standing himself up, face hesitant in the way that it both move and spoke towards the Konatsian. "I've misplaced my words, my mistake. Leave or not what does it matter at this point? One departs, two return. Whatever you've come here for, I suppose it doesn't matter. You've come for the Dragon Balls and that's the sum of it, I am not the individual who can decide what becomes of that endeavor. This isn't the time nor place for such a thing." A head would be shaken towards Tarch, laughing after hearing a particular remark. "Who am I kidding, right?! I've been aspiring for peace on this marble for too long now to not understand. War and bloodshed is inevitable as long as the Dragon Balls are on the line. We Namekians have been looking at it all wrong. No matter how much we will it, battle will constantly return to Namek. If you've got to hurt someone, do it. The world's cold and uncaring, if it means conflict. So be it, go for what you seek, this isn't a place of right and wrong. Strong and weak is the name of the game." Bass's glance became less focused as it he visibly appeared to be talking to both individuals. "I think I've been wrong about a lot of, this encounter has been enlightening. If what you seek requires you to kill, perhaps you should. It hasn't stopped many others anyways, I'm growing numb to that feeling of compassion. The Namekian that die are the weak, those who survive are truly the strong. We for too long have been trusting and kind to the outside world. To know true pain and danger may be what's necessary for this species to survive and grow stronger. Fighting is what'll matter in the end, those blades of yours defeat the certain futility of words. The Monster made no attempt to be swayed by discussion, I expect others to not care similarly."
Bass would wave away at the two aliens, walking away as he imparted a final bit of dialogue. "I wasn't meant for this discussion. I am truly out of place, I can feel it well. Better I leave now before I serve to be a bother to you two for longer, its clear the content of my opinions isn't appropiate for the ears who've been hearing it currently. Farewell." After walking a fair bit, the Namekian took to flight. Pressing his feet off the ground before becoming a mere blur in the sky.
TAGS: Tarch
Additional Note:
Using Great Namek: 56'000(4)= 224'000
Attempted Thread Exit
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Post by Tarch on Jul 23, 2019 13:21:48 GMT -6
A cold chill sent a shudder up Tarch’s spine, creeping through his arms and legs. The way that this Bass person spoke put him super on edge, even if he could only piece together every few words. The message was still clear though. If it means achieving your goal, kill. Tarch couldn’t even kill the person that took his mother from him. How could he take the life of a complete stranger for some magical wish orb?
A wave a relief washed over the teen as the long-winded Namekian took his leave. Yet, in the back of his mind, there was a small part of him wanting him to come back. A tiny voice telling him to grab Bass by the collar and give him a good thrashing for his disgusting views of the world. A tiny unnoticeable spark of lightning trailing his clenched fist. That’s when he snapped back to reality, the weight of his emotions hitting him. What was he thinking? That wasn’t what Tarch was about at all. Maybe he really did need to get a grip on his super saiyan abilities, before he hurt innocent people regardless of whether he meant to or not.
He was, however, going to voice his opinions. “Ugh, glad he’s gone. That guy gave me the creeps. At first, I thought he was cool, talking like a poet and stuff. But that last thing he said just…” he shivered once more. He turned back to Aise, realizing he had yet to answer her question. With renewed confidence and a bright smile to go along with it, Tarch held out his uninjured left arm. “I’d be glad to help you out Ms… uhh.” She never did tell him her name. Having literally dropped in on the conversation late, Tarch seemed to have missed introductions. “Well, I’d be glad to help you, ma’am! Just don’t expect me to fight unless I really have too. I don’t care what that guy says, I’m not breaking my promise to Mr. Oboe, and I’m never killing anyone. Ever!” An idea then struck the hybrid. If he was going to help this woman out, he should probably know the name of the person they were trying to revive, just in case one found the balls before the other. “So if you don’t mind me asking, who are you trying to bring back?”
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Post by Aisise on Aug 16, 2019 20:40:11 GMT -6
Aisise felt bad for her words now, feeling as if they had unintentionally struck a nerve with the namekian. While she wasn't able to fully understand what he was feeling, she could at least get that he wasn't particularly happy with people showing up on the planet only to leave when the dragon balls get used up. It was a constant war that seemed to be brewing up on Namek, and as much as she wanted to somehow help, it didn't seem like they wanted her help in the first place. All she could do was silently listen to Bass continue to express his feelings about this entire ordeal.
The further he went into his words, Aisise's demeanor visibly began to change. Her head hung lower and her shoulders were slouched, a look of confliction came across her face. Bass left them, exclaiming that he didn't belong in a discussion like this. "I'm sorry," was all she could say before he was a blur in the sky. Aisise couldn't help but feel an immense guilt for being involved like this. She really didn't want to be one of those people that fueled Bass' belief in this system, but at the same time she had a duty to take care of. The pull between the involvement of the innocent and the good that the dragon balls could bring truly made her feel confused whether she was even doing the right thing or not. "Maybe he's right," Aisise admitted, now completely unsure whether she wanted to continue the hunt. She could go back home right now, report he was dead and that was it. But she wouldn't forgive herself for doing so, especially when she had the chance to bring him back. "I don't know if I want to hunt doing so supports innocent namekians getting caught up in the crossfire." She didn't even know who she was talking to at this point. Why would a little boy like him even care about her feelings.
His presence did make her feel a bit better at least. His optimism was a welcome sight compared to the words she was just forced to endure. "You can call me Aisise if you wish Tarch, no need for formalities." She didn't want to be treated like someone that was above another person, even if it meant titles like that. "It's fine. I rather we solve conflicts with words than blades if we can. It makes things easier." Besides, she really didn't want to get an innocent boy fighting if she could. It was just something that he didn't deserve to go through. "As for who I'm bringing back. I do not know if you know him, but he is called Typha, the prince of planet Konats." She did feel a bit better after going over her mission once again. Maybe it was because she didn't feel like she was fighting for a lost cause. "He disappeared and I was sent to learn what had happened to him. But, unfortunately the truth wasn't what I expected."
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Post by Tarch on Aug 18, 2019 13:33:20 GMT -6
Tarch waved his hand as if swatting away the idea. He knew exactly what Aisise meant when she spoke about the innocent namekians getting caught in the crossfire. Last time he was here there was a real war. A real brutal, bloody, and unforgiving war. This was a schoolyard scuffle in comparison. An elementary school Tarch even got into worse fights than what he’d seen here. This Namek was beautiful and peaceful with only a sprinkle of violence here and there.
“This is nothing,” he commented with another small shudder. “Last time I was here there was a real war. Like an actual one. Getting the balls now should be a lot easier on the people here.” He didn’t speak any further on the matter though. The last thing the young hybrid wanted was to relive those painful memories over and over again through his mind. Flashes of death and destruction clouding his thoughts. Of course, then he was there because he was being a stubborn and frankly stupid child. Now he wouldn’t say he was much smarter, but he had a real reason now. So did Aisise in fact, and hers surprised him. She said a name, one he knew he heard somewhere before.
“Typha? I think I know him…. Wait a minute.” This woman looked like one of the space elves. What were they called? Konstains? Then it hit him. The Konatsian man that was training the fighters in Namek. “Wait Typha is a prince?! Wait Typha is dead?!” That was a lot to take in all at once. While Tarch never really knew the man, he had no idea he was a prince, and hearing about his death was still disheartening. Anyone dying really is disheartening for the teen. Even bad people, though bad Typha certainly was not. At least he seemed good. Good enough to have a follower want to revive him.
“Wow… I can’t believe that guy was a prince…. And dead now.” Tarch shook his head clear. He had to stay positive. Porunga had three wishes anyway. Granted Nashua mentioned she had some of her own. Maybe she could allow Tarch to have another if it meant bringing back a dead prince. “Well I’ll be glad to help! If I managed to get all of the balls I’ll be sure to bring Mr Ty- err I guess Prince Typha back! And hey, if we both find them, we can be sure to bring both people back! Of course, I’m not gonna fight if I don’t have to."
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