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Post by Mollusc on Jun 29, 2019 2:06:28 GMT -6
Mollusc landed with a huff at the Mazoku Gravesite. It had taken him long enough to arrive. He wanted to observe the graves, to know the heros or villains or namek who were burred here. He wondered if they could hear him since he was somewhat like them now. They were dead and Mollusc was something in between. He prayed a little to hear something but like always their was nothing. Mollusc sighed and sat down in front of one of the graves. He wondered if his body was not a pile of ashes if they would be burred him here. Resting among great hero's known for protecting Namek without fear and with strength. Mollusc knew the answer but he'd liked to think he was wrong. He had been looking for a reason he had stayed somewhat alive but he had found none. All he had was Chime's thoughts on the matters. He had hoped that maybe someone would come and say something to him. Guess he really had not changed, he had not learned that mystical powers would not answer one's prayers. Mollusc slammed his fist down leaving a dent in the ground. "Guess nothing is here. Just a bunch of corpses." Mollusc spoke bitterly.
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Post by Duran on Jun 29, 2019 5:44:38 GMT -6
The dead roamed around in spades. Some had been given a second chance at life through magical wishes. Dragged back from the afterlife to be put among mortal flesh once more. Others had turned into spectral entities, the regret looming in their minds enough to force them back into the Mortal Worlds, whether it be by their own choice or not. Finally, some dead were simply too sturdy to ever truly die. They were like cockroaches, simply wasting away for eons under rock and rubble...Only to be 'revived', reactivated, by sheer coincidence.
Duran was one of these half-corpses, now roaming the Northern section of an unknown planet on a desperate search for his people. While every source said they had been eradicated completely, Duran held out hope that he was not the only Tuffle survivor. Perhaps it was stupid for him to hope this much, but without that hope, what would he have? He had nothing. He would be nothing.
The Android had been mindlessly marching across the plains for what seemed like days now, his mind running rampant with hatred. He couldn't put his thoughts to rest, couldn't even give himself the slightest moment of peace. Duran HATED this place, and how much it reminded him of his damned solitude. His only encounters with other people were nasty ones. One, a Saiyan, his sworn enemy. The other, a deceiving Demon that aimed to do nothing but spread lies and sorrow.
...Was he truly alone, here?
It felt like there was no one to help him, let alone talk to him.
As if to further rub his sorrows in his face, Duran coincidentally happened upon what seemed to a cemetary. Thousands of stone graves dotted his vision, stretching on for as far as he could see. A sprawling maze of the dead and deceased, where alll paths lead to the fallen. Duran wasn't sure why he entered the Gravesite, but he did. Perhaps it was because he felt a strange familiarity. After all, seeing all these deceased did remind him of the ones he lost on Planet Plant. Korla...Iyokan...Satsuma.
Where are you?!
Duran silently continued to walk through the gravesite, his gaze fixated on the path ahead. The Android's mechanical footsteps echoed through the area, dull and ominous. Suddenly however, the silence was disrupted by a thunderous noise, one that seemed dangerously close! The Android immediately froze in his tracks, raising his gunblade instinctively. Was he being attacked?! Duran's eyes darted around his entire body, yet he saw no one, and the area was too open to allow for any surprise engagements. With a hum, he lowered his weaponized arm and moved toward the source of the sound. After many twists and turns, Duran stood face to face with a strange Alien, who had his fist rammed into the ground. There was a strange presence to him that Duran couldn't place his finger on, something was off about this person. Cautious, Duran kept his distance from the spectral Alien, and called out to him in a curious yet suspicious tone. ''Is anything the matter? You seem...Lost.''
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Post by Nashua on Jun 29, 2019 10:37:17 GMT -6
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Nashua thought it was plenty important to take part in some of the customs of the locals on Namek, just as she had during her last visit to the planet. It built a solid relationship between her and the Namekians, which meant they were a lot less opposed to her using some of their mystical artifacts to try and perform some good deeds. One of these customs was going up to the Mazoku Gravesite to pay respects to the fallen warriors of old - even if she had never met any of them, or even really heard of them herself before, that didn't mean the departed beneath their feet deserved any less respect. The Saiyan made her way through the entrance area with a faint smile on her face, nodding politely at a few Namekians who were exiting, before the valley opened up to reveal the veritable sea of headstones that dotted the land in front of her.
It didn't take long before her eyes bore witness to something that looked somewhat out of place. Another Namekian, which, normally on this planet wouldn't have meant anything, but this one looked different than the rest. Nashua squinted at the strangely translucent Namekian, until it dawned on her that he looked kind of... Familiar. She began to approach, but then she saw someone else also approach the green figure. This guy looked... Unusual. He kind of looked like a Saiyan, but he also looked like some kind of ungodly amalgamation of parts and broken pieces. A cyborg Saiyan? Those weren't totally unheard of, but Nashua was pretty sure she'd have known about one being on Namek before, especially if he was affiliated with the Saiyan Kingdom. She cleared her throat, and then took a step forward.
"Hello, gentlemen," she said with a polite smile as she stepped forward, bowing her head slightly in respect. "Are you two here to pay respects to anyone in particular? I've always been curious to know more about some of the names written on these stones, but apart from a few, their stories have all been lost to history. It's kind of sad, don't you think?" That was a good enough icebreaker, right? She certainly thought it sounded profound enough, anyway. Although, when she looked again at the Namekian, it finally clicked with her what had been off about him. "Wait... Mollusc?! Aren't you... Wait, no, I mean, it's not like I'm saying all Namekians look alike, but... No, that is you! And you grew... Whiskers! I uh, cut my hair, if you didn't notice. And I have new, uh... Wait, I'm confused. Aren't you dead? Did Kayen actually spare you?"
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Post by Mollusc on Jun 29, 2019 18:02:04 GMT -6
Mollusc watched waiting for something to happen. When he was about to leave since he could not hear anything untill a voice spooked him. He clutched at his chest if he had a heart he'd beat it would have burst out of his chest right about now. Mollusc left out a sigh and tried to sense how strong this person behind him was but he got nothing. Mollusc would turn around and see the person was half machine and half Saiyan from the looks of it. With the spike-ish hair and all. "I suppose I am lost in some ways. It could be a lot worse. I at least have some sort of destination. I just don't know the directions." Mollusc chuckled bitterly.
Then he felt a high power in the area. He knew who it was afterall he could not forget those who were around before he died. Mollusc looked and nodded to Nashua. "Greetings it is nice to see you agian." When she made the point about the people themselves he turned. He only knew a few himself and he was born a Namekian. He supposed part of it that he was raised on Vegeta. So far away from this planet. Mollusc was agian spooked when Nashua seemed to realize he was Mollusc. He didn't know he looked that different. He really had not thought about taking a look at himself, "Yah I noticed the new hair cut." She uses to have shorter hair form what he could remember the long hair did suit her though.
When she asked about Kayen he left off a chuckle, no need to make things odd. "Aren't I dead. Not like you stayed around to find out. Which I don't mind you tried to stop but I had work to do. Foolish as it may seem I had to fight her no matter the costs. Came pretty close too my plan was working well. I could see her getting tired but I made a mistake." He'd flexed his right fist a bitter frown forming on his face. "I assumed my form had none of the same weakness as her Super Saiyan Form. Fact is it had the same ones and in my haste, I did not train with it. Right, when I got the form I challenged her. Prehaps If I waited for a few more days I could have beaten her." Prehaps it had been stronger she would have used that bit more of energy to lose the power before he did.
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Post by Oboe on Jun 29, 2019 21:09:36 GMT -6
It felt good to have returned to Namek. Though he’d enjoyed his brief, but rash respite on Earth – Oboe, Guru of Namek, felt more at peace here then he had anywhere else in the universe. There was something to be said about being on your own world. After landing in Oros Village, Oboe had excused himself from Oud and Bass to go check on a familiar energy far off near the Mazoku Graveyards. Having travelled to Earth, Oboe had forgotten to mention to the Saiyan, Nashua, that he’d be departing for a short time. Having not checked in with her prior to leaving, he wasn’t quite sure how protecting the Dragon Balls were going.
Soaring through the air, The Guru of Namek reached out with his senses, feeling each and every lifeform on the planet – a far cry different then his time on Earth where everything was so jumbled together, he could barely think straight. Here, it was calm and balanced – exactly what he’d needed. So much had occurred in such a short time, and while he wasn’t truly alone in this moment (Nor would he be again, thanks to the impromptu decision that had been made by his protector) he felt atleast relaxed in his own way.
With newfound prowess, Oboe had crossed the distance in a very short amount of time, having shaved his last visit down by 12 minutes – a new personal best to be sure. High in the air, he could feel the presences more clearly – though one he couldn’t yet he stood there clear as day. Two energies, one familiar (Nashua) and the other fleetingly triggering a memory of a young Namekian whom had come to him for answers about Porunga (Mollusc). The third, for whatever reason, Guru could not detect – be it due to some mystical technique or some other reason he wasn’t sure.
Curious, Oboe would descend from the sky on the outskirts of the Graveysite. Never would he disrespect the dead by flying over their graves, The Guru of Namek would maneuver through the monument to the their past and make his way towards the spectral figure, the strange being he could not feel, and Nashua – whom he was looking for in the first place. The closer he got, the more he realized that the strangely transparent figure also appeared to be…a Namekian? No, he was a bit off but he truly was a Namekian. Curious!
Placing a warm smile on his face, Oboe would finally catch up to the Trio – ready to greet them as best as he could. It wasn’t until he’d fully approached that he realized the ghastly figure was indeed a Namekian. Infact, it was the young one whom had been on a pilgrimage – Mollusc! What a strange circumstance, he looked as if he were both present and non-present in the material sense. Even more curious.
Having approached at the end of Mollusc’s description of his death – a tale he listened to with vested interest during his approach thanks to his large pointed ears, Oboe would clear his own throat before interrupting.
“Well! This is a surprise! I come looking for you, Ms. Nashua and find more than one person paying respects. How fortiutious! Thank you all!” Turning his attention to Mollusc, he frowned; “Ive never seen a Namekian that looks much like you do now…we’ve met before, I believe. Though you didn’t seem so…translucent. Welcome Back to Namek all the same. It’s a shame it came at the cost of your life however…it seems you’ve had your own problems.”
Oboe looked at Nashua, and back to Mollusc before finally regarding the third person. “And it seems we’re privy to more…strange visitors than usual. Welcome to Namek as well.”
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Post by Duran on Jul 15, 2019 12:06:10 GMT -6
Duran hummed strangely at the translucent Alien before him, his words raising more questions than they did answers. It was safe to assume the stranger had come here to grief over some kind of loss, presumably someone close to him. While the Android had little to no connection to him, even he could feel some remorse. He wasn't sure how to describe it, but he felt like the green stranger and him shared some similarities when it came to loss. Duran simply didn't know what loss they shared.
Just how...Unique, it was.
It was then that Duran's melancholy was blown away as a new person arrived on the scene. A brown-haired female, clad in familiar armor and equipped with a Scouter. One didn't have to look twice to immediately notice what Duran had noticed. Another Saiya-Jin.
His Destron Core began pumping its toxic gasses violently through Duran's body. The sudden rush of adrenaline he felt seeing another Saiyan here caused him to freeze up, only able to hear her words vaguely through the Destron rushing through his ears. Duran remained silent throughout all of it, failing to pick up most of what the Saiyan was talking about. One thing was obvious, though: They knew eachother.
They were allies.
Instinctively the Android leaned backwards, growing even more quiet as his sights narrowed. If anything, Duran finally learned that the green stranger was a 'Namekian', the natives to this world he had heard so much about. A feeling of dread loomed over him. Putting two and two together, did that mean that the natives of this world had allied themselves with the Saiyans? It would explain why they roamed Namek so carefree... Although it spelled nothing but danger to Duran.
Lastly, another Namekian entered the scene. This one was also familiar with the others present, and it was now that Duran truly felt threatened. What if the Saiyan attempted to infect upon landing had spread the news of him? It was only a matter of time before Duran would be recognized...
Once the staff-wielding Namekian shifted his attention to him, Duran finally began to move. He slowly shifted his body, taking careful breaths.
''Well, I'll leave you all to your little reunion...'' Duran spoke lowly, voice filled with spite and hatred.
Destron Gas suddenly began to be spewed out from various exhausts spread all across his body. The choking, thick gas quickly fanned out over the immediate area, covering it in a nearly blinding mist. Duran's form was clouded in the gas, quickly fading into nothing but a silhouette.
''Mark my words, Saiyan...!'' The Android shouted, his form already fading away.
''We will have our vengeance!''
Before anyone even knew it, the ominous Android simply...Vanished.
Bit of a quick exit, sorry!
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Post by Nashua on Jul 16, 2019 11:55:56 GMT -6
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So Kayen.... Hadn't killed Mollusc? Nashua had to admit, she was a little confused about what Mollusc was implying, but, slowly, the gears in her head turned and turned, and eventually it clicked with her: That was why he looked so different, he was a ghost! "You're a ghost?!" she exclaimed, her eyes and mouth both equally widened by this revelation. "I mean, c-cool, but, like, you died, and now you're not- um, how does this work, exactly?" When it came down to it, how death and the afterlife worked was a total mystery to Nashua, and admittedly not something she wanted to experience for herself until a long time down the road. Her head was spinning with all this new information, so when Oboe suddenly announced himself, she let out a yelp of surprise. "Wah! Oh- Hhhi, Oboe," she said as her nerves started to finally calm themselves. This was an odd reunion, indeed.
Made odder by the fact that the strange, slightly Saiyan looking man suddenly shouted something about having his revenge against her before he disappeared in a puff of smoke. "...Do I know you?!" Nashua called after him in confusion, but he disappeared before she could get a proper answer from him. Oh, well, maybe she'd bump into him again, sometime. "That guy was weird," she mumbled, before she turned back towards the two Namekians. "So... You two know each other?" she started to ask, but then realized there was something more urgent she should be bringing up with them, specifically Mollusc. "Oh! Right! Mollusc, I'm here getting the Dragon Balls, again! At first I just wanted to help revive some people for Oboe, then it was Tarch's mom, too, but now I can also wish to revive you!"
That all worked out nicely, didn't it? Three wishes, three people to revive. As long as Oboe didn't mind. "Oh, right, um, as long as that's okay with you, Oboe," she added, bowing her head slightly towards him. "I know the Dragon Balls are sacred artifacts that should not be used lightly, but Mollusc is a powerful and honorable warrior who was slain by... Someone else, and returning him to his living body would make Namek all the stronger for it." Nashua only hoped that plea was good enough for Oboe, though there was also the fact that Mollusc was, admittedly, a bit unpredictable at times. For all she knew, he'd just say he didn't want to be revived because it was his 'punishment' or 'destiny' to stay in the half living form he currently found himself trapped in. After Bosmika, Nashua was no stranger to ghosts, but they still kind of weirded her out, just a little bit.
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