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Post by Oboe on Jul 23, 2019 15:34:07 GMT -6
The weeks had been kind to Planet Namek, even with all the new arrivals. The second Dragon Ball hunt was moving along without much issue and it seemed as if soon all the orbs would be gathered together in a single spot. So long as the Saiyans, Nashua and Tarch, held up their end of the bargain, Oboe would be able to resurrect those who had lost their lives soon! The prospect of such things had filled him with relief as the Guru of Namek had long struggled with the idea that one man – a Prince by the name of Typha – had sacrificed his life to protect him and the dragonballs, while another – Om-Yogu – had fallen into darkness and had been the cause of such devestation.
Two sides of the same coin, both having made a resounding impact on the Guru’s memories. Heavy was his heart, filled with sorrow for those who had lost their lives. He had not forgotten what he’d promised the day he’d found that Vocado had needed to kill Om-Yogu, that he’d not forget the act and would do something about it soon enough. It was to this end that Guru himself had begun collecting the wish orbs.
He felt a large quantity of Guilt for the lives that had been lost and as such he’d not been himself much as of late. The sorrow felt had encompassed him for far too long, had been the focal point of his training and all the gains he’d made as of late. It had been the biggest cause of both his stress and his determination. Now, upon the eve of such great change, Oboe felt it was time to right some of the wrongs inflicted by his own bad decisions. Starting, with Om-Yogu and his unfortunate outcome of death.
Floating silently within the confines of his own personal home/temple, Oboe would reach out with his mind. His astral form, the voice in which he spoke with mentally, would transcend the mortal coil and cross the veil into the Afterlife. It took quite a long time to locate the young man as initially Guru had thought only to look in heaven for the young Konat, but to his dismay it seemed more and more apparent that he would not find Om-Yogu’s spirit resting among the good. It seems that the actions of Monster, and the inability to control such a demonic presence, had landed the Konatsian in HFIL. Not good.
Struggling further, bypassing the good and encountering passed the evil, oboe’s voice would begin to resonate within Yogu’s mind;
Om-Yogu? Om-Yogu, can you hear me? Om-Yogu; It’s Oboe, the Guru of Planet Namek? Can you hear me?
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Post by Om-Yogu on Jul 24, 2019 12:14:51 GMT -6
Yogu had been reflecting a lot lately. After Typha had stopped by in Hell, he kicked Yogu into gear. Most of his time was spent training or fighting demons. But whenever he got a break from doing that, he'd sit down and think about what had transpired on Namek. While he was moping around in Hell, he spent most of his time thinking about his actions and what happened to him. There was that lady that he sat down to drink with, who was there when everything went bad. And then there was that guy she was with that ran away. But most importantly, there was the Guru of Namek, Oboe. There was a lot of guilt there for Yogu. He was the first one that got attacked when Yogu lost control. He could've died when Monster attacked! Yogu was so focused on previous events that he barely noticed the loud rumbling coming from his stomach. It was strange how inconsistent bodily functions were in Hell. Yogu could get hungry, but only sometimes. And he never had to use the bathroom. So where did all the food go? A lot about the world of the dead didn't make a lot of sense to Yogu. " I need to stop getting lost in my thoughts. Every time I think hard about something, it's like I'm jumpin' in a bottomless pit!" Yogu walks in the direction of where he thinks the closest village of ogres is. Of course, he had no idea where it actually was, he just picked a direction and walked. " Ugh, maaaaan... I need to eat nooooow! This SUUUUUUUUCKS!" Yogu hadn't realized it yet but he had made a psychic connection with the Guru of Namek he was just thinking about. Funny how that works. Suddenly, the familiar voice of the guru pops into his head. " HUH?! Oboe?! Er, I mean- Guru?! What the Hell are you doin' in my head?! I've finally lost it haven't I? I knew this place'd make me go nuts!" Then another thought crossed Yogu's mind. Demons had all sorts of special powers. What if one of them had the ability to go into his mind? Maybe they were trying to trick Yogu to do something for them! " How do I know it's realllllly you though? You have any proof?"
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Post by Oboe on Jul 27, 2019 20:03:48 GMT -6
The connection had been established, though the other party thought with a level of incredulity. It seemed as if his time dead had warped some of his thinking as he couldn’t trust that the voice he’d heard within his own skull did indeed belong to the Guru of Namek. Though, he couldn’t truly blame the man. After what must’ve been a traumatic bit of time deceased his wits were bound to be challenged by sanity at some point. As he asked for proof of his identity, Oboe considered what he could think to ensure that the other would believe it was him.
A thought popped to mind and as if it were transmitted by existence, Oboe viewed the first time he’d met the Konatsian when he’d arrived on Namek. With a smile, he thought his words carefully; “When we first met, Typha was there and we spoke briefly of your issues and desire to find the Dragon Balls. If I’d of known then what I’d come to have found out, I would’ve focused my full efforts in purging you of that darkness you called Monster.” As if the very name illicited the memory, Yogu would also see – from Oboe’s perspective – the attack that had been launched on him, and the fear it had instilled.
I assure you Om-Yogu, It is I. Surely your time in Heaven hasn’t warped your mind. You…are in heaven…aren’t you?
There was a tinge of concern in the question. He’d thought that though Vocado had caused the young man to breathe his last, there had to have been enough good in him to weigh out the darkness that had possessed him. Right? As he expanded his thoughts outward, he tried to get a sense for where in Otherworld Yogu had been sent. Though talented he was, he couldn’t quite discern the veil to an exact degree and as such was unable to see with his own eyes.
I…I was hoping to talk to you. I know you must’ve had many questions…but I must first apologize. If I hadn’t ran into Vocado and asked for his help…you may still be alive to this day…I may have been able to help cure your…I…
It was clear the Guru felt much guilt over the others passing; having taken the act upon himself as his own hand that had declared his life forfeit. He’d never felt right since it had occurred, but there hadn’t been much he could do. Now, with the Dragon Balls slowly being gathered and the promise of a wish on his hands, Oboe could only hope that when the time came his plan had worked and he could revive all those who had died.
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Post by Om-Yogu on Aug 9, 2019 1:26:23 GMT -6
Yogu's questioning for proof wasn't met by an immediate answer. Instead, there were a few seconds of silence, and then his vision of hell disappeared, being replaced by the memory of Yogu's ship crashing onto Namek. Yogu got a strange feeling of nostalgia when he watched this play out. It felt like this happened years ago like he was looking back on childhood memories. But the reality was that it happened just a couple of months ago. It was weird, looking at how innocent that whole situation looked at the time. Little did Yogu know when he met Guru and Typha that he'd end up maiming one and killing the other. It was scary to Yogu now, how well he was able to conceal all of that destructive energy that was Monster. Then came the vision of Monster attacking Oboe. The action that set Yogu down the path that eventually led to his death. It was one thing, talking to Typha. That had plenty of trauma to go with it. But actually watching it happen all over again? This was ten times worse. He was doing alright mentally up until this happened. He began to shake and fidget uncontrollably. Deep anxiety hit Yogu to his very core, quickly followed up by anger, and then sadness. He was doing everything he could to hold back tears as he watched the event play out in his mind. Then Oboe asked the question of where he went in Otherworld, assuming it was heaven. Boy, was he in for a shock.Yogu was took shaken by what he had just witnessed to answer, but his silence was a good enough answer in Yogu's mind. " It's not that bad here, you know? Aside from the occasional unimaginably powerful demon beating the crap out of me, it's been fairly smooth sailing. I've even made a friend! Some weird Saiyan dude, who died pretty recently too." Yogu was pretty sure Kalabas wouldn't consider the two of them friends. But that was fine. He was pretty sure he thought of a lot of people as friends that didn't think the same. Like Vocado, for example. Speaking of that guy... For some reason, Oboe felt the need to apologize to Yogu. " WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" Did he just scream at the Guru of Namek over a psychic phone call? " Sorry... What I mean is, you have nothing to apologize for. I could've killed you back then! In fact, I was half sure that you had died from your injuries up until this! Not only that, but this still stems from the choices I made. If I hadn't r-run away to Vegeta in the first place and stayed with Chime and Nashi, I'd probably be f-fine by now. You wouldn't've b-been hurt and never would've gotten involved. My choice caused everything else to happen, Mr. Guru." Man, Yogu really did mess up his life. Bad. It wasn't like he had come to this realization before, but it just hit him for the nth time. " By the way, you can just call me Yogu. Or Yo. That Om part is way too formal to me." He never even learned where that whole Om thing came from. He knew it was the family name, but why? Probably some dumb ancestor. " Anyways, yeah I had a few questions Mr. Guru. First of all, How're things on Namek? Oh! And do you think you can let my friends Nashi and Chime know that I'm having an alright time in Hell?" He had a lot more questions, but it'd probably be best to not bombard the guy with a bunch of questions.
OOC: Sorry for the wait! I've been really busy lately and just haven't had the time to write. I'll try to be more consistent. |
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