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Post by Bass on Aug 6, 2019 17:54:26 GMT -6
The Unknown
Bass's PL: 74'000
Though an arduous and brutal trip, at long last the Namekian had reached his destination. The voyage across space was one he wasn't prepared for. Despite the various repairs he'd made to his vessel, his journey was anything but easy. Various leaks of oxygen and fuel bringing him to panic at different moments in his brief yet notable experience of interstellar travel. There many questions he began to ask himself as he landed upon Earth's surface, curious as to what this planet might offer in comparison to the one he grew up on. No longer could he call himself a native who found problem with many of the foreigners who landed upon his home, for here the roles were reversed. He was the intruder, alien or foreigner in some capacity. And to the various people he'd meet, they'd all be natives looking at him with some degree of suspicion. Bass knew not what to make of this feeling, still in the process of trying to figure out who and what he was not only as a Namekian but as an individual in the galaxy. Having not found any semblance of belonging back where he was from, he aspired to understand just where he was meant to be in the universe. This cultural recess being an ample time to do such given the state of Namek and all that encompassed it. <Well.. I guess I've finally landed this thing, or what's left of it anyways.> Bass stepped out of the spaceship with a worried expression as he saw the sight of the landing. There were no obvious signs of a crash but he felt as if his transport was but a stain in his mind he'd be better off removing, deactivating the machine as he'd then proceed to throw some manner of pill shaped object at it. Sealing away the vehicle into the device as he then pocketed away the capsule, sighing a breath of relief as he'd start to get a sense of his bearings. <Well, I suppose there's no going back home. Not now at least, how could I? I've got to stop it, there's no place for such regretful thoughts what good would it serve me here of all places? I've got to move forward and not look back for once. For too long in my life its all I've been doing, how shameful of me to have made such a mistake. Change is necessary and I have to actually embrace it, good grief..> The young Namekian would look off and into the distance, searching for something he could feel but not see. Eyes honing in on its target without anything in visible range. "Ah.. power-levels, quite a few of them even... They don't seem all that noteworthy but still, perhaps some good can come out of my engaging with them." Cape in hand, the Namekian arranged it neatly into some manner of cloak. Raising it over his head and manipulating the cloth to specifically cover the greater portion of his body. Every step leaving a visible impression on the snow he walked upon, continuing into an ever increasing trail. The show of architecture and other bits of civilization began to increase in amount as he scanned the near vicinity with renewed interest. Ever so hesitant while he walked towards the village, bearing various sentiments of curiosity as he approached the town. He knew not what to make of what would be a new experience in a very foreign world, there was no precedent to this kind of thing. To really understand the repercussions of such an encounter was one he didn't know how to process, his area of social awareness soon would undergo massive growth. Coping with that degree of change however would be a task of its own. Gone were the days where he could talk to his fellow Namekian or walk upon his homeland to think, this was a place unlike anything he ever knew. Climate and culture far different than what he once called home. To break away from such a place and cut all ties to it? Having gone against the natural order of things was an idea Bass naturally used to oppose, though as time progressed it seemed like the right to do.
Namek appeared to be a place of significant revolution, as things were however he felt no longing or reason to remain. To be what he was and see things as he did as a Namekian of very different mindset, there truly wasn't place for an individual such as he. Although he didn't bear any sentiment of yearning towards Earth or any of its natives, the planet would definitely help to set a course for what would hopefully be an enlightening experience. Various thoughts of a past life came to mind as he'd try to disregard them to the best of his abilities, troubled by conflicting sentiments all attached to his supposed loyalty to Namek. With every step taken forward, he gradually departed from his previous life home. After a long enough walk, he finally arrived towards his location of choice. Stopping for a moment before immediately walking into Jingle Village, Bass studied the town with a rather careful eye. Skeptical as to what he might find in a seemingly unassuming settlement, laughing to himself as he stood in nigh total quiet. Snow blowing against his form, a cool freezing wind biting into his very skin. "It looks like I'm the foreigner for a change. I suppose there's no telling to what becomes of this. Perhaps its best I humble myself before truly making my mark upon this land. To know my place, this is essential."
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Post by Zriracha on Aug 7, 2019 20:57:02 GMT -6
Her travels were quite possibly the most exciting part of this new experience. From the sunny and wet beaches of the south continent where she first appeared, passed the rugged trees that made up the western frontier – Zriracha would soon find herself with the most challenging of locales she’d ever faced. Unlike the varied seasons and biomes of Earth, the Demon Realm remained mostly the same – such was the difficulty in understanding the thousands of different feelings. And now… here she was, coldest she’d ever been. Hardened hooves stomped through the deep snow, fur matted with the icy sleet swinging this way and that. With every step, no easier than the last, Zriracha trudged with a resolute goal in mind. Thrown over her shoulders and Gi was a rather thick blanket she’d found in a town a few hundred miles back. A few critical questions asked of the townsfolk about the condition of the journey ahead of her had resulted life-saving advice. Many offered to sell her clothing that was more appropriate for the trip, but she opted for her own garb… and had to admit to now having the funds to afford anything else. Thus, she was gifted a blanket. However, where (exactly) her traveling had led her had remained to be seen. All she could make out was the round tops of this world’s typical dwelling, covered in what snow could take purchase upon the surface. The cold didn’t usually bother her, back home, but on Earth it was bone-chillingly deadly and Zriracha didn’t hesitate to quicken her steps to the homes. Upon further inspection, unfortunately, it wasn’t an abandoned village for anyone’s use. A dozen or so stomps within the village would bring Zriracha more attention than she’d felt comfortable with. The villagers, appearing mostly human with a few furred faces tossed in, that were out and going about their daily lives were all staring in shock and curiosity. Was it that she was carrying a blanket in the winter wind or the rarity of her appearance? She swallowed nervously beneath the blanket, bringing the cloth to hood over her face and continue further with hopefully no interference. Further in the village, Zriracha thankfully found a larger than normal building with the words 'Chill Out Inn and Beds!' in very large letters. Finally, succor! She thought with relief before she opened the door. Ducking slightly to avoid the frame knocking her hood down, Zriracha passed through to feel the almost immediate warmth of heat - followed with the smell of honey-brewed drinks. She took a deep breath in of the scent, a small smile of appreciation on her lips before she noted the handful of Humans that were inside. She paused, uncertain of the correct approach to avoid a potentially dangerous encounter. She settled for staying silence, walking over to a table to simply steep in the heat before she would continue her journey. Bass |
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Post by Bass on Aug 10, 2019 17:33:35 GMT -6
The Unknown
Bass's PL: 74'000
How long could one manage to sit within the silence of one's self? The days were many when Bass was forced to be left to his own devices, still and by lonesome as he only had the sound of his own voice to be his company. At times such a thing was bearable but when the times got too tough to deal with, it was simply sickening. Body and mind shaken to the very core as his sense of isolation was terribly battered, his morale was in a very delicate state. To engage in conversation, regardless of the content of his words or the context of the dialogue. He'd gladly pursue with anyone that came along, starved for such a thing after having been in space and on Namek companion-less for quite some time. Though of his own volition, the ramifications for such a lifestyle decision affected him greatly. The path chosen would not be an easy one, life was getting harder and he wasn't necessarily making it easy for himself. To encourage his own kind of change was all he could hope for if he were really to improve his somewhat bleak situation. Earth would be his opportunity and aid in this struggle to attain something new and better for both he and the various things he had planned for the future. An unwritten yet very optimistic reality he desired to become a part of. As much these as thoughts managed to give Bass some manner of comfort, the real substance of such ideas would only be proven if he actually exercised them. Such a realization seeming all the more valid given the way in which he occasionally could lash out his thoughts to other people to their great disgust or disdain, any reaction would be necessary information he'd have to respect. Insight was vital in moments such as these and what kind of individual would Bass find himself to be if he let arrogance get the better of him? For once in his life he'd put the hatchet down and simply let himself be a medium through which differing opinions and ideas ran through him. The time for action may or may never come again, but to act without true purpose or will behind them once more? This much he simply couldn't allow himself to do anymore. Through finding another person to converse with for reasons greater than just that of the simple exchange. Perhaps then the young Namekian could manage to find some kind of objectivity in his otherwise unclear and austere existence. By some manner of irony having found a likeness to the way he felt and the very nature of his surroundings. Both cold and desolate, it became all the more clear that things had to improve and rapidly.
Though he had made a slow arrival to the village's entrance, his eyes quickly darted off to the most accessible inn. Making way for it as he tried to the best of his abilities to disregard the various stares that crossed his path. A person of his shape and stature wasn't necessarily all that common especially given how rural of a location he happened to be in. Most of the faces he saw looked like some form of Earthling or Saiyan-like, nothing too Namekian upon a surface observation from what he gathered. Given his ability of ki sensing, the decision concerning which place to go only became increasingly more obvious as he'd enter the enter the hostel in quick fashion. Trying to the best of his abilities to pass through the doorway, forced to crouch and contort his frame as to fit into an establishment made for a more average human shape. After getting himself properly accommodated he'd look for a favorable seat. With a cup of boiling water in hand he'd sit near his target of interest. The sole individual in the vicinity who could even stand a chance at him in combat, sporting a strength that he considered respectable.
Bass called the attention of the person via a wave, seeking some kind of conversation. It had been a fair amount of time since he'd participated in some real and inspiring dialogue. While he was unsure what the encounter might bring about, having never mingled with Earth's apparent residents much, he found it a better time than any to do so. To take things lightly and not care as he once had was something he simply could not afford to do. Meaning wouldn't come flying on his lap, it'd necessitate active searching on his part if it were to ever come. He came to know such a truth much to his personal disagreement. Having been forced to learn the hard way and under terms he'd much rather not experience again. Perhaps to some degree the very cause behind his departure from Namek, eager to leave and pursue something better for himself. He'd smile at Zriracha, raising his head as to reveal more of his face. Eyes and other facial details above his nose still obscured under the veil of darkness. "Why hello over there, stranger. The name's Bass, I couldn't help but sense my power-level and get the oddest bit curious. Not many people nearby even have a level of strength even somewhat comparable."
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Post by Zriracha on Aug 11, 2019 9:36:06 GMT -6
Within the warmth of the Inn, more than certain that some human was likely going to try and kick her out, Zriracha counted down the minutes while staring down at the table surface. Instead of providing retribution to the thoughts of loneliness or her Negativity, she contemplated what direction she would go in next. Winter was not her favorite season, so that left more arid climates to explore.
Suddenly, as if someone had given her a crack straight to the back of the head, the Demon looked up in shock and fear at the incoming scent of a power. It was hot, almost boiling even, to her nose and she had to hold a hand to her head to still the sudden disorientation of the power. Just as she’d looked up, there was a figure in the doorway of the Inn that certainly didn’t appear to fit the scene of the smaller humans. By the Gods, what a power! She stared, astonished. Dizzying still was the wave that was thrown her way before they approached. She swallowed, Well, this is certainly unexpected.
The larger individual sat down across from her, a curious cup of boiling water in their own hand, before they greeted her. Between the two of them, her hood likely revealed the most about her as it only covered her horns and hair and kept the black streaks down her face, fangs and eyes visible. Him, on the other hand, had revealed only that he wasn’t as pale as most humans she’d seen.
Before she lost her nerve, Zriracha responded cordially, “It is my pleasure to meet you, Bass,” She started, bringing a hand to her chest in a fist and bowing ever so slightly. “I am known as Zriracha of Chakkapak.” She wasn’t quite sure how to continue, the reason for his interest intimidating her a little. The scent of his power was more potent than ever as he was before her. Still, she had to get a clear answer from him. “I am flattered, but not quite convinced that I am who you are looking for. Your power, if I may be so bold to comment on it, puts my own to shame.”
She did, in fact, have power in reserve… but she didn’t want anyone to know about that until it was absolutely necessary. Since it would be rude to leave so soon, and Zriracha would be lying if she said she wasn’t interested in this mystery of a man, she looked over at the bar and raised a clawed hand to ask for assistance. Might as well attempt to get comfortable.
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Post by Bass on Aug 16, 2019 16:09:39 GMT -6
The Unknown
Bass's PL: 74'000
Warm as this place was, there happened to be a certain quality in his heart that could never manage to cease being so cold. Here he stood, a Namekian lone in this unfamiliar location. No comrades nearby neither anyone he knew but even remotely, truly here he stood by lonesome. While often Bass was left to his own devices, a feeling such as this was something he was only beginning to know now. True loneliness was becoming as he began to understand what it felt like to be alone in a room full of many. Ever watchful as he saw many people talk to another and enjoy their company while he sat in complete silence. To be on the very edge of something you could never be a part of, close enough to touch and feel it but far enough to know it'll never be yours. Such was the path he forged for himself but given the way he felt at the moment, he didn't know if that was even the right path to have taken all things considered. The thought came and went constantly, it began to feel as if there really was no end in sight despite how badly he desired it. For the toll it took on both his emotional and mental health it seemed that there'd actually be no choice in the matter for him. It became very clear what he had to do if he were to end the pain once and for all. Deep within reflection, he'd go on to dismiss that rather suspicious and gloomy idea. Shelving it away in the very depths of his mental recesses while he attempted to let his contemplation at least go towards a more positive subject. Eyeing his target of dialogue with a look of subtle indifference, unsure if it'd be worth the effort to continue the conversation he initiated. <I can't help but wonder, really. Is there a point to this exchange I'm participating in? There really is no benefit to doing so and with the way I've been these past weeks, I'd only be a dismal note in their otherwise seemingly swell day. Why must I always try to involve myself with things I don't belong to. Is there even a reason behind this madness? Perhaps I was wrong to come to this place with this sentiment of optimism, at times one cannot change what they really are and maybe there's nothing wrong with that. My destination might've been Earth but to land here of all places seems like more than just a mistake, I'm a farce.> Bass took hold of the cup he had placed on the table in front of him, drinking the water in one go as he'd go on to smile to himself. There appeared to be a sarcastic quality to the way he grinned, as if there happened to be something going on in his head that only he knew. Bass shook his head, sighing aloud. His expression getting more serious and less upbeat as he spoke to the stranger, one hand brushing past his scalp as to remove the hood he was wearing. Unmasked, his face became clear within the ambient light of the inn. Had his arms not given it away his very visage would, a Namekian through and through it'd be obvious to most individuals bearing mild knowledge of some of the more prominent races on both Earth and possibly the galaxy as a whole. "My, my, well met Zriracha of the Chakkapak. I've never met individuals of your sort, back where I'm from we never got to see different groups of people much unless war necessitated it. Rather intriguing might I add to meet such a fresh face in my otherwise rather plain and unsurprising library of individuals I've come to know. You strike me as an interesting individual but I do apologize, I don't think I was meant to take part in this conversation." His eyes moved away from his target of conversation, looking elsewhere as he studied his surroundings with mild fascination. His body was in one place but both his mind and heart began to part and move on to another location entirely. It soon became obvious to the teen that things weren't meant to happen this way. His preconceived notions of what his experience would be like on the planet and with its people had been confirmed in mere minutes. His feelings had been in an odd place for quite some time, he'd need to tackle them head on but for just now at least he'd let them consume him. Driving him to action while he tried to express the various sentiments he carried. His hands would neatly fall upon the table, interlocking with one another. Briefly smiling before immediately turning to a rather serious and indifferent expression. "You know what Zriracha, you're probably right. Forget I even spoke, forget you even saw me even. I'm at a loss for words but if I'm being completely honest with you, I've lost the will to continue this conversation. Something came over me and I don't know what it was, but I'm a fool to have even thought this dialogue could've went anywhere. I'm the problem in this equation, not you." Bass began to make way for the door, his head nearly out of the inn before he turned back grinning at the stranger before speaking in full. "My power? Well, I suppose it doesn't matter really. There are many men and women alike who put my own power to shame, the climb to the top is an arduous and not many are willing to get there. Good luck and farewell Zriracha, I'm sorry for wasting your time." Without another word uttered on his part the young Namekian departed, neatly arranging his cloak as to conceal his head once more. Should he be uninterrupted start to leave Jingle Village, making aims to retire from his rather uneventful jaunt in the snow ridden region.
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Post by Zriracha on Aug 17, 2019 9:52:58 GMT -6
She had just flagged down someone for a drink, a habit that would surely follow her on her travels, when Zriracha turned to look at Bass with a helplessly confused expression. “I beg your pardon?” She didn’t understand what was happening right now. First he was all smiles and interest but now, there was some sort of darkness about him akin to deep unshakable sorrow. She swallowed, uncertain about what to do with such a taste. As Bass sat up to leave, Zriracha would raise a hand but hesitate rather lamely.
“Bass, that isn't… I don’t-” Stammering like a youngling in the midst of an intimidating crowd, Zriracha could only shake her head and hope that whatever had taken over the lumbering male would be short lived. Her intimidating yet apparently sensitive guest gone, Zriracha would be approached by the server she’d flagged down. She shook her head, no longer in the mood for drink, before rising from her own chair. She was warm enough…
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