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Post by Deleted on Jun 29, 2019 18:23:35 GMT -6
Thread PL: 1,000
It had been two cycles since the awakening. Two cycles since he had clawed his way out of the shadowy mess of unidentifiable liquids, bits and ends, and materials once used for extensive magical purposes. The amalgamation, known to himself as 'Marble', was finally free of his bindings. Confused and volatile, he emerged unto Namek. Breaths heaving, a horrible crunchy rasp audible through the Arcosian bio-armour mask that seemed near fused with his mouth, he stumbled across the seemingly endless expanse of blue grasses and green water. Scraps of memory and knowledge floated around in his muddled mind, the magical Bio-Android hardly able to make sense of it all.
Only a vague, pressing need to locate 'Oud' was present. As if a part of him were missing in the absence of the other, and it was what kept him going - marching on through the frustratingly empty grasslands at a slow pace, as if the person he was looking for could be hiding under each individual blade of flora. More than a few times, a touch too much pressure from his left arm scorched the ground beneath. Why? Why was this all happening!?
Falling to his knees before a massive deposit of the greenish liquid, he cupped a small amount in his right hand. An instinct told him he needed to ingest it, but his first attempts were met with naught as it simply sloshed off his mouth - only trace amounts trickling through. Anger. Marble's rock-like arm suddenly flared, emerald flames coating it as he brought it down upon the ground. A small explosion of dirt and charred grass flew upwards, leaving a small crater behind. A low grunt escaped his mouthpiece, Marble attempting to calm himself as the flames faded. The once full Namekian stared at the water, a sense of longing passing over his gaze for a moment before he stood.
It was all too likely that his fit of rage would have been noticeable by any other lifeforms in the vicinity, and Marble had no intention of getting into a fight when his body still felt so weak. A small, gnawing hunger was ever present in him - urging him to find suitable, powerful prey to add to himself. It was pushed to the side, the feeling moot when compared to his relentless drive to locate his... master? Father? Creator? He was unsure.
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Post by Oboe on Jul 1, 2019 19:35:53 GMT -6
“Thank You My Children – We will speak on the subject of Earth once again next week. Until then, listen to the Priests!”
A jovial tone was carried to childish giggles. Outside one of the many temples of the Dragon that existed on the Mainland, an adolescent Namekian waved his goodbyes to the hatchlings before taking off towards the sky – ready to head back to Oros Village. His visit was overdue, having had postponed his initial conversation with the youths of the next generation for his own personal desires on Earth. But everything had worked out just fine! Tarch was alright, Earth wasn’t burning and though he never had a chance to see Chime, he had Met the Magister!
Things were beginning to look up for the first time in a long time. Soaring through the sky, Oboe allowed himself to let the exaltation to leak from his being in the form of normally contained power. Happy was he that once again he soared through his own skies. While he didn’t mind pilgrimages, he had found out very clearly that he wasn’t a fan of leaving the World of Namek; Especially since his induction as Guru. Having returned in one piece and with another of his own to assist in the day to days of the world, Oboe was finally relaxing.
Below us. Focus Oboe – you’re getting careless.
A familiar voice snapped him out of his reverie and brought his attention down towards the vast landscape below. Near crawling, a strange figure moved as if wounded aimlessly. It was a curious sight, but as the Guru reached out, he felt more confusion then anything else. It was…Namekian, that was certain – but there were other feelings it was…strange. As if more than just the base of its core. Curiosity demanding satisfaction, The Sage of Oros decided to descend and take a closer look at this lifeform.
Slowly, carefully, landing behind the creature – Oboe noticed twin bone protrusions jutting out on either side of the beings’ head, right behind the ears. This creature was most definitely not a Namekian in the purest of sense, but it was clear that he was like them, maybe had been one of them at some point. Clearing his throat, demanding the attention of the malformation, held his left hand out – willing his Ancient Staff into its grip, and as such it appeared through some magical means. The orange gemstone gleaming in the bright twin-sunlight, the Guru of Namek spoke.
“I’ve not the faintest idea what you are, however you look wounded. Can I be of assistance child?”
The soft and warm tone emanating from the Guru was designed and practiced after much time infront of the mirror. It was in some ways his greatest weapon. There was no hint of anger nor disgust, though he was confused at what he saw; Oboe simply regarded the being before him as he would any of his Brothers. Genuine concern in every word and syllable. Knowing not what this creature was, the Guru kept his guard up, as his Guardian had instilled upon him.
Energy Setting: 1,000
KP 3/3
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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2019 9:59:57 GMT -6
Shattered in a moment was his concentration, the amalgam stumbling to his feet and swerving to the source of the spoken words. There was another being - one that resembled him, only a more complete version. Like something with all its' pieces opposed to a mix and matched set of parts that all felt like they never fit quite right. Marble stared. Not in a hostile nor a friendly way, but one that was meant purely for sight. To see who it was to dare approach something like him. And... they were void of fear. The other stood, ready but not tense. It was confusing.
Such words spoken to him prevented Marble from leaping to his own defense, instead leaving him confused and open, heavy breathes heaving his body. He had understood and interpreted the spoken sounds of the other, so perhaps he could return signals of his own? A crackling sound was heard as the mouth hidden beneath his face opened wider. "Who are you." Came the raspy, unrefined words. They were laced with caution and distrust, as if the speaker expected Oboe to suddenly attack him.
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Post by Oboe on Jul 18, 2019 15:23:33 GMT -6
The rasp of the voice, the tone in which he spoke, all of it was offensive and spoke of an unnatural nature. Still, the horned Namekian looked injured and weak – Oboe as Guru couldn’t just turn his back on that could he? No. He really couldn’t, nor would he. It wasn’t in his nature to take things at face value even if they could be hostile. Reaching out with his senses, the Guru of Namek felt that even if this was a dangerous being – there was no way he could do any real lasting damage to him. Sighing, Oboe would slowly but cautiously approach.
“I am known as Oboe, Leader of this Planet and Guru to the people of Namek. You, Brother, look like you’ve seen better days. Please…allow me.”
Reaching his hand out, a brilliant glow would encapsulate the figures entire form casting him in a warm and comforting hue. His stamina, his wounds, anything that was weakening him would slowly but surely fade from his body. As the light dissipated, so too did Guru lower his hand. Smiling, he inclined his head at the horned Namekian and continued;
“There, I hope that helps…Though I can’t do anything more than heal your physical needs – where did you come from? What…exactly are you, Brother? You don’t look like our standard fare Namekian…”
Oboe was genuinely curious as to whom, and what, Marble was. It was hard to understand as there was a few different vibes he was getting when trying to sense the lifeform – nevertheless, he persisted and offered himself in the same polite manner as he always has.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 22, 2019 10:32:22 GMT -6
Marble stiffened as Oboe approached, words on the cusp of being spoken before a sudden light emanated from the other Namekian. The amalgam hissed for a moment, green flames flaring to life on his arm as he assumed it was an attack. He was but a second away from leaping to attack the Guru before the magic took hold, suddenly muting Marble's anger. "...What was that?" Being non-hostile didn't mean Oboe was cleared from Marble's suspicions, the bio-android flexing his muscles and glancing at his invigorated body. Clearly, the magic was purely beneficial - but it could be simply to lull him into a false sense of security.
"This is my home." He snapped, glaring at the Guru. "This is where I was created and raised." It was clear Marble had taken Oboe's word in an unintended manner, putting the amalgam back on the defensive once more. It was by the simple fact that Oboe was a Namekian that marble did not attack, a tight lid kept on his simmering and explosive rage. "I have... simply been asleep for some time. Not of my own accord." Circling the other Namekian, a puff of steam crept through the slats in Marble's mask.
He wasn't necessarily in a hostile or threatening pose, but rather one of pure caution. As if he were examining a Namekian for the first time despite clearly claiming to be one. "How did you find me?" He demanded, already knowing a possible answer. "And I don't mean my outburst at the lake! I've been wandering these open fields for days, yet all of a sudden you appear on my cusp of survival? What is your purpose."
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Post by Oboe on Jul 25, 2019 15:19:03 GMT -6
“That, my friend, was some of my healing grace; I’m quite talented in Recovery Magic so that should at least satisfy some of your physical pain a bit. Though for more adequate recovery, I’d suggest a nice warm meal or a nice glass of water.”
Oboe smiled, though he noticed the initial recoil the other had when he’d approached. There was a nervousness here, a fear, that he was to be harmed. He felt the anger boiling inside the amalgamation but if Guru seemed perturbed not a single ounce of it ever became visible to his features. As the strange creature flexed his muscles – as if testing his strength – he noted that Namek was indeed his home!
How Peculiar. Never before have I ever seen any of his like; Could he be a Mutant? Perhaps…such things aren’t contrary to those born of Dark Magic.
When he mentioned however that he’d been created, it was as if every peace had fallen together. He must’ve been a Namekian – mutated by dark energies or magics. He mentioned his stasis as “sleep” and that it was not of his own choosing. Perhaps, if time allotted, he’d inquire to the Magister on if he knew anything of this type of ritualistic mutation. Asked a question of his own, Oboe smiled;
“Well, I guess the easiest way to describe it – “Oboe pointed at his antennae, “As Guru, I’m interconnected with the life of every being currently residing on Planet Namek. Though Admittedly I ran into you by sheer happenstance. I assure you there was no greater design in such an encounter.”
Oboe was still kind with every word, easily shaking his hands in mock defense to the declaration of the outburst he’d felt earlier. “Oh, Kai’s above, do not worry! There is no greater purpose to my visit here. I simply saw someone who needed help, whose energy felt like it was fading fast. It’s my pleasure to assist. Do you…have a place to go? To stay?” Oboe curiousity had become full-fledged concern as the idea that this lonesome Namekian Amalgamation may just be wandering aimlessly.
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