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Post by Oboe on Jul 10, 2019 20:36:44 GMT -6
current power level: 1Oros Village; Home of a Clan of Namekians whom had found the means to co-exist within the different Castes without conflict or issue. A peaceful village found hidden between a horse shoe shaped plateau – this natural defense had kept the location hidden from most conflicts that had occurred as of late. It was this reason, beyond the fact that it was his home, that Guru – Spiritual leader of Namek – had deemed it better to remain here rather than Grand Elder Village. Far towards the rear of the village, near flush against the wall of the plateau, positioned on a natural edifice jutting out over the entrance to a massive cavern – Guru’s home was located.  High above the jutting rock, a circular platform of strangely designed coral tile – similarly designed in respect to the Lookout on Earth – would greet the visitors. Small shrubbery planted meticulously to create a field of Feng Shui to assist in meditations. Two structures stood in the center, a small circular room with spikes jutting out (not unlike a snail shell of some variety) and a conical building of similar design would finish the home that was Guru’s. Sitting within the smaller of the buildings, within the circle of meditation, Oboe would be floating calmly – his mind reaching out across the galaxy, sensing and feeling everything going on with such clarity. He had thought to reach out and speak to Chime, telepathically, as he had with him before but had yet to make the time to do so. The weeks had been busy with his impromptu trip to Earth and his return with the Magister – Oud. It had been a strange bit of time recently, but he was hoping that through his meditations he’d finally be able to reach out to the man whom had sacrificed a lot to protect him and the Fortuna gang. Typha
With so many new arrivals, Oboe had been keeping to himself far too much. He’d shut out most visitors out of worry as he’d still not synchronized completely with his former guardians Energy. The experience had left him a bit shaken as the shifts in his personality and the strange voice in his head urging him reclusive for protection. He’d felt the arrival of Tarch and a strange other lifeform from earth had shown up. He wanted to go meet the young Saiyan and help him and had decided to do just that soon enough. Yet even now, he felt another life-form reproaching his village. She had come before, but he had not seen her that day due to his new meeting with Steno. Now, he would see her.
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Post by Aisise on Jul 12, 2019 19:41:16 GMT -6
It took quite awhile for Aisise to come to peace with her predicament. With no radar, and the betrayal of someone she had thought of as a potentially ally, she had to take a bit to momentarily relax from her task and to wait until she was calmer. There was no use in trying to rush into a predicament when she wasn't in the correct mindset. Once she had finally calmed down, she knew that there was someone that she would have to visit. The guru Oboe. She had met him once when she had accidentally encountered Steno in her visit to Oros Village, mistakenly barging in on their meeting. However, she had quickly left when she realized what she had come into. She had no use to interrupt something that could be important. Hopefully, things weren't as busy now.
Maybe now she would have a chance to talk to the Guru and potentially enlist his aid if she could.
Aisise did feel a bit bad trying to try and talk to him, especially with how many people might have come to talked to him in a day: both namekian and alien. But she needed his help, and he was the key to helping her bring back the prince, especially when she had heard that he was creator of the dragon balls. Surely, he knew where they were located... right? Or if not, maybe he would be able to help her locate them or just do something at least. She wasn't really aware of the true extent of his powers. making her way through Oros village once again she took a deep breath and prayed to whatever god there was out there to help her with this encounter. While Aisise would understand if he was unable to help her, she had still prayed with all her might that she would get something out of this encounter.
After talking to a few of the locals nearby, she would finally receive directions of where his home was located. Although Aisise was warned that chances were the guru probably wouldn't be able to help her, she still held hope that they were wrong. Making herself a bit more presentable if she was going to be in the presence of such an important person, she would take her time heading to his house. When she could no longer bide more time she would walk to his door and knock.
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Post by Oboe on Jul 14, 2019 18:58:40 GMT -6
As he’d anticipated the young lady from before was the life form that he’d detected entering Oros Village. In the days that had followed since their last visit, much had happened with the Guru of Namek and in his need for understanding the current situations on his world, his mind had finally awoken to a much higher plateau of understanding. Combining his new awareness, his psychic presence, with his energy sensory system – the Namekian Priest had finally learned how to detect and pick out individuals by their energy reading. It seemed, as he felt, the girl was taking her time – as if hesitation gripped her heart.
Perhaps his handling of her visit the last time had made her feel trepedatious; He hadn’t been the most forthcoming both of his identity or of his willingness to help her. Infact, he hadn’t even heard her plea for himself having prioritized his Guardian over her. He did feel a pang of regret and guilt for such things, yet Oboe couldn’t allow himself to struggle with the feeling for long. Soon the familiar rapping at his door alerted him that she had finally arrived. Composing himself, the Sage would make his way towards the doorway and – through magical means – cause the door to slide upward into the archway.
“Ah, You again. Its good to see you! I was wondering if you’d return, I do so apologize for our last interaction; I was a tad busy that day you see…I don’t want you to think it was due to any dislike or discarding feeling towards whatever brought you here.” The Guru rambled as he sheepishly tried to make up for his earlier actions.
“My name is Oboe, Guru of Planet Namek – It is wonderful to meet you Miss. Im sure you had good reason to come earlier, and my boorish actions were quite rude. Please, tell me child, how can I assist you?”
His tone was warm, fatherly even. It was clear as to why this Namekian over all others had been chosen for the title after the loss of their last protector. The very aura he radiated was helpful, pure. It was clear that he was a holy and spiritual man and the reverence in which he presented himself was clear as day. This was most assuredly the man she’d looked for earlier. Though – there was a slight difference from their previous encounter – though no one could quite place a finger on it. Guru felt…different
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Post by Aisise on Jul 20, 2019 11:11:50 GMT -6
After a few torturous moments, with thoughts of hesitation and worry shooting through her mind, the door finally opened, revealing the familiar face of the namekian she had met awhile ago. Before, she was with Steno, the namekian that she had continued to encounter throughout her time on this planet and appeared to have a duty to the guru perhaps. While she did have some expectations for him to appear, Aisise was surprised when in fact it was just Oboe that had come to the door. "It's an honor to meet you as well," Aisise returned. She was racked with thoughts for a moment. What would she do to greet a leader of Namek? The only royalty she knew was the royal family of Konats in which she would bow, but for some reason she felt as if it would be odd to do so as well. Septrippe didn't have a main governance system, and were mostly guided by the people, so that didn't work either.
Ultimately, Aisise decided to do something a bit more risky, extend her hand for a shake. "It's fine, I understand the guru is busy. In fact I should be the one to apology to you," She muttered, stumbling through her words. The konatsian still felt bad for bothering him when he must have been so busy. But, her feelings went second compared to the monumental task she was given. Even so, Aisise still found ways to delay what she had come here for. As welcome as he tried to make her feel, she simply couldn't shake the guilty feeling from her mind, especially after the encounter with that namekian in the Maima region who appeared to truly want nothing to do with the outsiders. "What happened to the other namekian with you last time? Steno?" She asked, walking around the topic for now. "I assumed that he was at your side more often than not." It was a warm up topic right now, although something that she had been genuinely curious about. But once her question would be answered, she would shift into the topic of why she truly came here for.
"I probably shouldn't delay it this much," Aisise said, fretting a little. She was a warrior, not a diplomat after all despite her tries. "You see, my name is Aisise. I'm a warrior sent here by the Konatsian Empire. I was to find our lost prince Typha. I already know what had happened though," A sad expression crossed her face, reflecting some of the pain that she felt. Even if she didn't know him, losing a symbol of the people was still heart-breaking. "I was wondering if you could perhaps help me revive him. I've heard about these dragon balls and I wish to use it to bring back my prince and I was wondering if you could help me find them." It wasn't as if she had any other way to find them now, especially after what had happened to the only chance of a radar that she had in the past.
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Post by Oboe on Jul 22, 2019 16:29:21 GMT -6
As she asked about Steno, Oboe would smile and incline his head. How could he respond to such a question? Contemplating for a moment, the Namekian would smile as he responded with the most poignant answer he could muster. “He’s here, in a sense. In fact one would say at this point he never leaves me side.” The cryptic words he’d used would do nothing to explain the situation, but perhaps they’d be enough to dissuade her curiosity. Oboe smiled as she continued with her reason for coming, happy that she had chosen not to dwell on such a subject for too long.
“I see! So you’re a friend of Master Typha! What fortuitous timing!”
Oboe seemed more than a bit thrilled at the concept of meeting one of Typhas own. After the Konatsian prince had sacrificed so much to save his own life, as well as protect the dragon balls from the mysterious demon possessing the man known as Om-Yogu, Monster. He’d owed a debt to the man that he couldn’t begin to repay short of the endeavors he’d gone through so far to find and locate the dragon balls. Through a great many deals, he’d already arranged that he’d revive the Prince – so as it were, the young ladies visit was unneccesary but not unwelcome!
“You see…Ive been in the process of collecting the Dragon Balls myself in the hopes of reviving him, and so many other souls who have recently been snuffed from our universe before they’d reached their prime. It fills me with Warmth that you were here to avenge and restore his mortality. I can appreciate that.”
Oboe’s words were warm and thick like molasses. If she’d felt pained by his loss, he hoped to reassure her with his intentions. He thought for a moment and realized that this was more than just circumstance! He could help her now! Smiling he stepped aside as if offering her to enter his home. With a smile, he exclaimed;
“I actually…was getting ready to reach out to him in Otherworld. You see, as Guru I’ve picked up a few things and, well, one of those things is the ability to communicate with the dead. Provided, of course, they’ve been entitled to keep their physical form; Which I know he has as I was there when he was judged by the king of the otherworld, King Yemma. If you’d like…You could speak to him with me?”
Oboe offered to let Aisise join him for this strange ritual. He saw no harm in allowing one of his to communicate with him in the otherworld. Why, by doing so he may feel more relaxed and comfortable with the Guru’s promise to revive him. Without hesitation, Oboe would wave his hand as if telling her to follow before returning to the inside of his home. He’d wait for her, hoping she’d come;
“Come come! Don’t be shy, join me! It won’t take long to establish a connection; I don’t think he should be too busy.”
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Post by Aisise on Aug 16, 2019 20:23:37 GMT -6
Oboe's words were enough for her to dismiss the topic. Well, if he was here, it must meant that he was nearby. He did seem like a busy namekian after all, one that would be out and about. He was probably busy helping some other people from the village. Aisise probably shouldn't do something like this if he was so busy. Besides, she had a much more important task to take care of first. "I wouldn't say friend though. I haven't met him before to be honest," Aisise admitted. She knew of him, like every other Konatsian on the planet, but she truly didn't know much about him other than that. "You can think of me as the mouthpiece of the royal family trying to speak with him."
She continued to listen to the namekian talk about the familiar dragon balls, and his hopes of reviving him which was a great relief. Aisise didn't particularly care who had the balls so long as they weren't planning on using the wish for any malicious purposes and wanted to revive Typha. A smile came across her face as he talked about them. "Thank you for doing such a thing, I'm glad that there are people on this planet that are willing to help me, even if it is indirectly." The words were a callback to the betrayal that she had experienced earlier in her time here. Even if these were old wounds, they were fresh enough where they still hurt.
Suddenly, Oboe had offered her a chance to speak with the prince. While she didn't doubt the incredible powers that he might have possessed, Aisise didn't know if she was even worthy of doing so. "Should I?" She began, a bit confused. Sure, she was doing everything in her power to bring him back, but the question was if she should even talk to him in the first place. In the end, she was nothing but a commoner in that society, even if she was a personal bodyguard to one of the princes. Well, she was the mouthpiece of the Konatsian Empire right now, and it might be better if she got a better idea of what happened to him from his mouth. Hopefully then, she would be able to bring back a full report to the Empire where she would be able to confirm what happened. Of course, she wanted to make sure he was revived first before she would return, even if he wanted to stay a bit longer. Hesitantly, Aisise began to follow Oboe, although she was still unsure of her decision to do so.
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Post by Oboe on Aug 29, 2019 19:11:16 GMT -6
As he ushered the young alien into his home, Oboe kept a warm and friendly demeanor. As a representative of his own culture, he always considered his actions and how they would reflect his brothers; It was this reason if not any other that he was always so welcoming. After only a short walk down a small hallway, Oboe would stand at the entrance of a tubular shaped portion of the wall – a dark tile stationed in a semi-circular fashion. Standing on the platform, urging the girl to follow, the path would lead them up a lift of Namekian Magic and into a room in the center of the structure. Massive was the only way to describe this chamber as the circular, tiled enclosure seated a single ornate chair etched with a Dragon – Porunga – Curving around a coral like frame. In his mighty arms, which acted as armrests, the 7 Dragonballs were clearly represented by Stars. Smiling, Oboe took his seat and waited for the other to get comfortable and settled in. Once done; “Alright, Here goes…”A Soft glow emenated from his body as the room itself began to hum. His voice echoed mentally through her head and outward as he called forth to the realm of the decased. Focusing his attention on the life force that was Typha’s – only able to sense him from Guru’s Seat – his mind would call out to the warrior in the midst of his training. Typha, Typha of Konats – Its Me, Guru; Can you hear me? I have someone that want’s to talk to you! Heck, I’d like to update you on the situation on namek so you know whats going on! We’re making progress on reviving you!
He’d notion to the Young lady that hse could speak at any time. Typha Aisise |
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Post by Aisise on Sept 10, 2019 11:33:43 GMT -6
Quietly following Oboe down the hall, Aisise couldn't help but worry. What if the telepathy couldn't connect? What if it failed completely and Typha was in fact missing from the afterlife or perhaps decided to just abandon living altogether. These worrying thoughts rushed through her mind as she finally made her way into a strange room. She knew that these anxieties of hers were most likely baseless and would all go away once she had the ability to speak with him, but Aisise simply couldn't push the knot in her stomach away no matter what. After Oboe would take his seat, she would sit down on her knees as well, resting her hands on her thighs as she awaited his command.
Closing her eyes, Aisise would drown out the world around her. She heard the powerful voice of Oboe boom within her head, as she did her best to concentrate. After he would finish speaking, she would then take a deep breath and begin to speak herself. "Lord Typha, if you can hear me, I am a guard sent to find you on behalf of Konats. I was appalled to learn what has happened to you, but I swear on the royal family I will do everything in my power to find you." She would say. This seemed like a fair statement, although Aisise did debate whether she should reveal her identity or not. Ultimately though, she decided against it. "If you are out there, could you give some indication? I would want to let Konats know that you are at least safe...wherever you are."
Despite everything, the knot in her stomach didn't seem to leave. She had a strange feeling that she was talking to nothing. Maybe it was because he didn't respond yet. Once he was able to, then maybe all these worries would go away. All Aisise wanted was some reassurance that he was fine wherever he was. Yet as she awaited a response she got absolutely nothing. It was disheartening to say the least. Finally, after a few more seconds of silence, she would speak. "Is this even working?" She quietly whispered to Oboe. There was a chance that Typha could hear this, but her curiosity and worries got the best of her. While she didn't want to doubt the guru, something was telling her that she was talking to nothing and Aisise just wanted to know if this was the case.
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Post by Oboe on Sept 16, 2019 16:26:38 GMT -6
Time would pass as Oboe spread his mind out across the cosmos. Once more he uttered Typha’s name and still nothing would come into visualization, With a hearty exhalation of stress – caused by the strain of trying to reach otherworld – Oboe acquiesced to the stamina drain and fell to his knees panting heavily. After a moment to collect himself, the Namekian would turn towards the Konatsian and frown. There were a number of reasons as to why this may not have worked; Typha could’ve declined the mental visit, King Kai could’ve been blocking him or there was just too much going on in the others training to interrupt.
“I…I’m sorry. While I still sense him in the otherworld, for whatever reason my powers are being denied. I…don’t believe I can get you into contact with him. I-I’m sorry.”
There was clear and honest sadness in his tone as he expressed his apology to the Konatsian; He didn’t know the source of his magical blockage but it was clear that he’d not be able to give her what he promised. This seemed to upset Guru but he did his best to shake it off as he offered another of his trademark grandfatherly like smiles.
“If…if there’s anything else I can offer in the form of assistance please let me know! I swear, I will not rest until Typha Is walking among the land of the living once again. He is owed that much for his act of kindness.”
Oboe had a large amount of respect for the Konatsian and it showed; His word usage and how passionately he spoke anytime the subject moved towards the restoration of life to the former prince of Konats made it quite evident how he felt about the man. So too, did this extend out to the one looking for him.
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