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Post by Oboe on Jul 30, 2019 15:10:29 GMT -6
More than a few days had passed since the conflict occurred in the Northern Scar. A cataclysmic clash between the Guru of Namek and his ward, the young Demoness – Kitiana. The duo had fought intensely as Oboe attempted his best to bring the girl back to Oros Village to continue her training and learn how to grip control of her inner darkness while she, in a fit of rage, did everything in HER power to ensure that he was not successful. Their differences in ideas on how to fix this issue had come to a clash and – in her berserker fury – Oboe had been forced to come to blows with her.
The conflict had shaken the core of Namek, it had been felt from across the globe and when everything had finally come to end – Oboe had managed to make it out ontop, although extremely injured and wounded from the experience. Still, as he’d promised, he’d brought the girl back to Oros Village where he’d been nursing her injuries with a combination of every-day medical knowledge and his ancient healing arts.
Within his new home – built up by the young girl lying in bed – Kitiana had been placed in one of the four rooms located on either side (North, South, East and West) of the building. A warm blanket and cool washrag had been placed upon her. It was clear, from the stacks of bloodied bandages, that her caretaker had been diligent – so much so that some of his brethren had come to check on him numerous times as he’d not left the house in days since.
Time ticked by as Oboe sat in a chair beside her bed taking advantage of a few brief moments of rest. His physical appearance was the most disheveled it had ever been with most of his clothing in tatters – he’d not yet opted to change into a new pair of robes.
His focus had been on Kitiana, as well as the strange red stone she’d regurgitated in her demonic state – which he’d placed on the nightstand beside her. He didn’t want to leave her side – afraid tha if he did she’d just run off again in fear. This time – with her conscious thoughts at the forefront – he was hoping that their conversation would go better than the last. After all, now that he knew what the cause of her demonic power was, he was almost certain he could help her control it.
“…Please Awaken…Kitiana…”
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Post by Kitiana Shinso on Jul 30, 2019 19:01:22 GMT -6
It'd been who knows how long, days... weeks... months... In a dream state time didn't exist. How long did she spend adrift in the sea? Unable to move, unable to sleep, unable to stop the searing pain that wracked her entire body. She only caught flashes, glimpses of what was happening. Her body ached beyond comprehension, unable to even audibly announce the pain she was in and forced to suffer in silence. Had she simply lost her voice? Why was it so difficult for her to do anything beyond mere thinking? These questions and more crossed her mind during her seemingly endless drift in the sea that was her mind. Her consciousness faded in and out, her body never moving much and her breathing even worse. Her markings, though no longer glowing, covered nearly her entire torso, and covered her entire left arm down to her wrist. The markings seemed to have some kind of connection to her berserk state, since they only glowed during such an event, though what connection they had remained a mystery even to Kitiana herself. Could they be a representation of how close she was to losing herself? Were they a representation of how close she was to her full strength? Who could truly say.
Her scars, which had been resealed, were as if they'd just formed yet again. It seemed that, regardless of when they were actually made, most of them reopened when she was fighting. Whether it be as a side effect of overexertion or not remained to be seen. Oboe's care helped to ensure she became stable, thankfully seeming to have no adverse reactions to the Guru's magical healing despite her demonic blood. As she drifted through her endless sea she could overhear the Guru speaking with others, likely Namekian. She couldn't make out words though, only the differences in sounds from their voices. Endlessly thankful that she didn't sink into the sea beneath her, she desperately wanted to be able to move. The pain that still wracked her was all internal and she knew it, the pain from the ribs that had been broken... the damage that'd been caused as a result of each one breaking and twisting within her.
Despite the fact that the Guru had only ever hit her exterior, her own attacks attacked her insides as well as outsides. Not all injuries she had sustained before were purely external, being stabbed through the stomach by a ki blade ensured that and the scar from that was probably her biggest one. Located towards the center left side, who knows how large the actual blade was at this point but the scar that had formed covered most of her lower left side and even spread around her to connect up with the scar that formed on her back. It was the largest and most prominent scar she had and was the biggest source of pain she had.
Thankfully, at least for the Guru, she wouldn't be unconscious for much longer. Her days long sleep was finally coming to an end, and as she finally awoke her eyes didn't open. Instead she let out a low rumbling groan as her eyes squinted, her right arm shifting to grab at her left forearm. "Shit that hurts..."
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Post by Oboe on Aug 6, 2019 14:08:05 GMT -6
“Shit that hurts…”
The soft voice broke his reverie as Oboe snapped upright in his seat. Staring at the disheveled state that was Kitiana, the Namekian hesitated for a moment thinking it was a trick of the mind when he’d seen her arm move to grip her other. It became clear in that moment that the young girl was finally returning to the land of the conscious. Composing himself, Oboe willed his body to not produce the tears that he was feeling begin to well in his eyes. Through everything that had occurred, through his hours of healing and medical attention, The Guru was just happy that the off-worlder was coming to.
“Kitiana! Thank Porunga, I wasn’t sure you’d ever wake up from that…”
A warm smile was plastered over his features; It was clear he was very happy to see that she’d finally recovered enough to begin to move. After the collosal battle, Oboe wasn’t sure if he’d overdone it or not – though he was confident he hadn’t considered how close their bout had been. Yet, even though it wasn’t too long prior – a lot had changed in the time that she was unconscious and he’d started healing her.
“How do you feel? Do you need any more healing? What can I do?”
His concern was apparent as he looked over her figure with a discerning eye. He saw no blood, no wounds opening, simply the strange markings that had near-completely engulfed her feminine form. He had many questions for Kitiana, but they were put on hold. Before he could talk to her, assure her of there being no problem, address what he’d learned from everything that had occurred – the woman needed to be cohesive and ready to converse. It wasn’t something that would be easy, but he was sure the tough lady would be ready.
“Kitiana I’m…” Oboe hesitated. There was so much he could say, so much he wanted to say, but would it be at all what she wanted to hear? He hadn’t left her be. He’d been so insistent on her return that he’d used force to sway her. In many ways he didn’t feel worthy to speak to her considering all the damage he’d done, but as it stood – he was the only on this world that could help he with the demonic blood surging through her veins. Sighing heavily, sitting once again as if his body deflated, Oboe simply said;
“I’m sorry, Kitiana. For everything.”
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Post by Kitiana Shinso on Aug 25, 2019 21:19:14 GMT -6
The test now was if the voice would elicit bad memories, good memories, or none at all. That would be the true test of whether she was back, simply awake, or conscious. Pulling her left arm up with her right across her chest she groaned softly. Slowly she began to sit up as Oboe spoke up, her eyes still closed in a grimace as she leaned on her right arm for support. One eye finally opening as she looked over towards Oboe and winced slightly. She sat herself upright fully, grabbing her rib cage with her left arm as she sucked air through her teeth. Truth be told she wasn't even sure what was going to happen after she had fallen unconscious. With the amount of internal damage she'd caused herself she was surprised she was even still alive, though what was more terrifying for her was the extent to which she went to try and stop herself from going berserk. In the end she ended up not only not preventing herself from going berserk, but she'd done it to herself willingly!
Her gaze was aimed down towards her chest as he asked her how she was feeling, if she needed more healing or anything. Truth be told Kitiana wasn't sure, she still wanted to be left alone... to be allowed to waste away and not harm anyone. Sadly she hadn't been allowed to do that, and that was probably for the best. But what else was she going to do? This had all started over her losing control... and yet here she was, thousands of times more powerful than she once was and even then she was farther away from control than she'd ever been before. Was solitude really the right course of action? "Truth be told Oboe... I don't know. I thought by seeking out some kind of teacher that I'd be able to learn how to control this, but every single one has been unable to help me in the slightest. It has always ended the same way, me face down in the dirt." She sighed softly.
In truth she wasn't sure if anything she did at this point would help, or if it was even possible to control whatever this was. "Oboe... Can the dragon balls remove whatever this is? Can their power get rid of whatever this is that causes naught but death and destruction?" She had admittedly started thinking about the dragon balls and their powers a few minutes before Oboe had arrived, but she wasn't even sure if they could do anything. Everything had a limit to how much they could do, even a wish granting magical dragon summoned from seven balls with stars on them.
But then came his apology, but what was he apologizing for? All of this started because of her. "You've nothing to apologize for Oboe, this is all my fault. I crashed into your house, I asked for training, it was all me not you. Truth be told I'm about ready to just throw myself into a sun or something. No matter what I do, no matter how hard I train... It's never enough." She gritted her teeth "I've become astronomically more powerful than I once was... and yet I'm just farther away from control than I've ever been!"
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Post by Oboe on Sept 7, 2019 19:19:15 GMT -6
He could empathize with her frustration; Having crossed the sea of stars to find someone – anyone – that could help her master and control her power would irritate anyone, especially if whom they found could yield no results. He couldn’t help but take responsibility for that – blaming his own inexperience in such manners as the culprit. He sighed and considered her question. Could the Dragonballs – Porunga – assist her in taking away this taint? Surely it was within his power to suppress or even remove her demonic half; the tempest within less form and more a swirl of emotion. Such things should be well within the might Dragons power…right?
“I…don’t know if Porunga could accomplish such things…or Shenron for that matter. I think it might be worth a shot, but, to remove a piece of yourself – something that’s intrinsincally part of your being…that’s something that one should never wish for. I have faith in my ability to help you Kitiana. I know with more meditation, more focus, more perseverance, we can help you gain some semblance of control on the part of you that stems to come from another realm. Though matters of the divine and demonic are slightly outside my normal realm of expertise…Im sure my fathers journals will help me in this. Please…”
Oboe gripped her hand and looked into her eyes. There was a sincere connection that he felt to this helpless woman. He could truly get the fear of losing control of ones self. After all, since his fusion with the Guardian – Steno – Oboe was struggling on a daily basis to keep control of his own personality...to not become a New Namekian. Such a test of endurance and control had been taking a lot out of him as of late, though during the time that she’d been unconscious – much had changed.
“Sometimes it doesn’t matter how strong we become; Sometimes things are difficult because we find them hard to confront, hard to experience fully. Though your demonic half surely took control over that battle, I felt a willfulness to it. I don’t know…”
Guru was indeed perplexed, but he was sounding more confident as he went on.
“Don’t give up faith in me Kitiana. Please, allow me to continue to help you.”
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