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Post by Gita on Jul 29, 2019 22:25:02 GMT -6
Oboe50,000Gita hadn't been to planet Namek in several months. His thoughts and power had changed drastically overtime and he wondered if he would meet anyone that he would potentially recognize. He made his way to Porunga's shrine, a place where all Namekians go to when they wonder if they are worthy enough to drink from the stream. He towered over this stream, wearing an unkept beige blue wrinkled opened chested robe which revealed his tattoo of that of a symbol that didn't distinctly represent anything in particular. He kneeled before the stream with his arms shaking tremendously. Then as he entered his kneeled stance and sitting on his heels, his whole body started to shake. He looked to the waters of the stream, at first seeing himself. Then, he would see his mazoku mutated form that he had previous had undergone. He wasn't sure whether or not he was worthy of drinking from the stream and upon reaching over to try to scoop up the water, he froze. Placing back his hand to his knees and just waiting. Speaking underneath his breath as he shook his head in disbelief. "I am not worthy to drink this power..."Anyone who was namekian, would be able to hear what he was saying, despite speaking underneath his own breath. He just sat there with his eyes close, thinking about the past in which he craved power. Which resulted in his chaotic behaviors and a lost of a child, Thaw Jr.
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Post by Oboe on Jul 30, 2019 14:07:06 GMT -6
Once again, his days had been full with teaching the ways of the Dragon to a grouping of Hatchlings in the small village attached to the Shrine of Porunga. As far as days went, this had been a positively peaceful one at the worst. The sun was gleaming and the weather was tepid – it was the perfect atmosphere for his people and as such it had put a little…pep in his step so to speak. Finishing his lesson, Oboe wished the young children the best in their studies and began to walk away from the training temple. It was so enriching to be this involved in the growth of the new generation and was easily one of his favorite things since he’d obtained the rank of Guru.
Moving towards the edge of the village, Oboe heard the whisper of a familiar voice;
“I am not worthy to drink this power…”
Curiousity would get the best of Guru and as such he would begin heading towards the direction of the voice. To his surprise, the figure that greeted him was one he’d left back on Earth during the hectic time between the attack on west city and his return with Oud and Erina. A single Namekian figure, changed from his experiences but still recognizable, sat kneeling by the holy waters. The stream, a testament to the planet’s legacies, was said to draw out the hidden strength from a worthy Namekian – acting constantly as a testament to one’s capabilities and growth. It was a lie – of course – a story propogated by one of the many gurus of the past to keep his people in touch with their heritage as the original holy stream resided on the now destroyed original Planet Namek.
“Ah, Gita. I wasn’t aware you had returned home. Welcome back, Brother.”
Oboe’s voice was soft and warm, filled with kindness and friendship. Though he wasn’t directly close to Gita nor was he within a true arm’s length proximity, his intentions and tone carried over the wind towards his pointed ears – easily audible from the gap between them. With a soft bow, Guru would smile and return to his resting position.
“What brings you here?”
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Post by Gita on Jul 31, 2019 5:59:56 GMT -6
His naive type of behavior came from the past where he was once a teacher training the youth in his village. For years the youth had always heard the stories and rumors of the stream and time again he would tell them the same story. If one was strong enough, the waters would accept them and unlock their inner strength that had lay dormant. The truth later came out from another teacher which was a dragon clansman. He had later told Gita that the rumors were indeed just rumors and even though he truly never really believed what the dragon clansman had said, the truth could be said that he had never seen any reports of someone drinking the waters and the power within them would flourish. His eyes were drawn to the streams until he heard a voice call to him. He turned and rose to his feet as he bowed before Guru with a kneel and head nod.
"I have always been curious about the world Guru. I was wondering, is the stories true about the stream? Or is it a lie told time and time again just to motivate us?"
He focused his sharp eyes at the eyes of Guru, wanting to be told the truth and nothing more.
"I had always desired power before. Even though I still want strength to help our people. I will go about it the right way."
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Post by Oboe on Aug 9, 2019 15:05:32 GMT -6
The question was direct. To the point. Oboe could appreciate that, and as such his warm smile remained. He contemplated how to quite answer the inquiry though as the answer wasn’t as direct as a yes or no. For years, the legend of the empowering effects of the stream had been passed from Namekian to Namekian, a legend to youth and a testament to the Warriors Caste. Even today, thousands of years after the incarnation of such legends, The Warriors used the waters of this particular river to ‘cleanse’ themselves before undertaking dangerous and potentially life-threatening rituals to gain more power.
“Well…The water’s effects are different for everyone. To some, a Placebo – designed in legend to empower one’s motivation and drive through a physical medium. To others, it’s a spiritual thing – casting one’s faith out there in the hopes of return.”
Kneeling besides Gita, taking a palm full of the water, Guru would take a long hearty sip before staring directly into Gita’s eyes. A fierceness was present that not many Namekians were privy to. With a low whisper, he directed his response to Gita and Gita alone, ensuring none of their brothers intervened or listened in. It would indeed be catastrophic if they had found out the truth as well.
“Water is water, Gita. In the sense that our brothers thrive on such things – is it wrong to state that it brings about tremendous strength? Is lifeblood not power? One cannot find a shortcut to power and expect it to go their way. To those who are worthy? Perhaps there is something to the legend. I prefer to believe in the actions of one’s cause. If you wish to become stronger, become stronger. Train, Meditate, do what is needed…but do not rely on old tales. The only way to become stronger is by your own merit…”
Standing, gripping his staff tightly, Oboe hoisted himself back to his feet before offering a hearty laugh. “Well, That or having me Unlock your Potential – but I can’t see that as something you’re quite ready for my Brother. Come…let us continue to talk.”
Without another word, Oboe would turn on his heel and begin walking towards the meadows beyond. There were no cities, no great villages or temples out in this direction. Nothing but endless meadows and trees. Perhaps, there was a reason for such an invitation – and why would Oboe have mentioned bringing out ones potential like that? If Gita was curious, he’d have to follow for more information.
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Post by Gita on Aug 9, 2019 15:31:45 GMT -6
After being told it could be a placebo effect to some, he just stared to the waters and after witnessing him drinking from the waters. He calmly rejected himself from taking in the water. After witnessing him drinking from the waters, he stared intently at him. Admiring him in drinking from the waters and stayed calm about it. Gita had tighten his garb with both his hands placed on his knees, he really wanted the power to help Guru change the world. Going from looking at Oboe and back to the river that was as calm as ever, he began to close his eyes and meditate. After given a life lesson through his words, the Guru rose to his feet and Gita did the same and followed suit behind him. After mentioning the fact that he could potentially unlock his power, Gita had jumped at the mention of it. The truth was, time and time again those who wanted power. Whether they were namekian or not, it was possible to do so. The past Gurus of the world have done such a thing and it seemed the case that only the worthy were worth it. Unlike the simple water effects which were a myth, getting blessed by the Guru himself was a 100% guaranteed of having your power unlock. After being told to follow beside him, he did so with his hands folded together, concealing the both of them and looking more like a scholar now then a man who was desperate about the world itself. After remaining quite for so long, he finally turned his head to the Guru.
"Not too long ago. I met Steno, your right hand man. Both myself and this saiyan girl Casca had stopped a band of criminals together. Steno was one of the most powerful Namekians that I had ever come across. And now I have met you. I wish to one day be the hand that you need when all hope is lost in this world."
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