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Post by Nashua on Aug 23, 2019 14:57:00 GMT -6
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Everything seemed to be going off without a hitch - despite Nashua's assumption that she'd gone and botched the pronunciation of the Namekian required in order to summon the Dragon, though, in her defense, she was trying to remember something she'd heard several months prior, the great Dragon Porunga appeared after the skies had darkened, and the Balls now shone with a bright, mystical light. She stayed quiet, despite her temptation to ask the Dragon if he recognized her from last time, though his comments about her Namekian having improved served well enough to confirm that he did remember her. Pretty neat to have a Dragon God recognize you, she had to admit.
Oboe's wish was first, simple and to the point - the revival of Typha was swiftly granted, Nashua had to assume. There weren't any visible signs, but she trusted Porunga well enough at this point to believe he hadn't tried to slight them or anything like that. Next was Tarch's wish, which was granted without so much as a hiccup, bringing both a smile and a sigh of relief to Nashua. She already knew how hard it was to be without a mother, so the fact that Tarch was only stuck without one for as brief as possible was the best outcome of this situation - aside from her having just never died in the first place, of course. Then, Chromo made his own third and final wish - which was where the problem arose. "What?" Nashua found herself saying without even thinking. "Er, I mean no disrespect but... What? I thought you were supposed to be able to grant any wish?"
Though she was initially confused, Nashua now found herself simply feeling agitated. So, what? They were supposed to just call it quits and brainstorm up a replacement third wish? Chromo was not going to be pleased with that, Nashua could already tell. So... What now? She simply glanced around at the others and waited to see what was going to happen next.
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Post by Oboe on Aug 24, 2019 17:54:33 GMT -6
Things had been going smoothly; Porunga’s great power easily accomplished the requests positioned to him. The Dragon God floating heavenly in the sky seemed incapable of failure – that is, until they reached the one known as ‘Chromo’. His wish seemed a bit harder to accomplish, be it due to refusal or simple inability it was still coming to a shock to Guru. It must’ve been contagious as the most powerful woman he’d ever met declared her own disbelief at the situation. In some ways it was slightly insulting, but in others he could understand her issue with the situation. “Lord Porguna’s power is based within specific confines and means; While he is capable of granting nearly any wish, there are situations and requirements that do exist on a cosmic scale that can sometimes be unbreakable. I’m sorry – Chromo – I don’t know why it’s not possible for this request to be granted…”
He genuinely was sorry for the strange bug creature; The wish wasn’t too difficult, return their family to them. Yet it seemed that whatever had occurred to them to snuff out their existence it was beyond the Dragon’s power to overcome. However – it was as he had said before to Tarch; The Dragon Balls cannot always accomplish the things one may think can ‘fix’ issues. It left the Namekian Guru at an impasse – his Empathy for the creature’s desire, and his confusion as to the nature of the restriction. “Perhaps whatever has been done to snuff out their life force transcends death itself…”
He looked to Tarch; The creatures “Friend”. He didn’t know how to comfort the child-like bug. There was nothing like this in his culture so it was hard to find the words to offer. Nodding his head towards the trio there; his notion itself was they should talk it over. Tarch |
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Post by Tarch on Aug 26, 2019 10:19:43 GMT -6
“What?” Tarch spoke in a low blank growl. He came all this way to Namek to fix everything and did so for himself. Then Chromo came to do the same but he got nothing? It was beyond unfair. Even with Oboe’s explanation, the situation wasn’t any better. Chromo was still left without a family. Nashua spoke rather carefully as she voiced her own concern with the bug’s wish going unfulfilled. Tarch, on the other hand, would have no tact in this matter. “No! No no no! That’s a bunch of bullcrap!” As his anger rose, so to did his now golden hair. “Tanga died in West City and so did Desmond! They should be brought back with MY wish! What kind of dragon god are you anyway?! If bringing people back is a simple matter then do it you overgrown slug!” Yet is what the Guru said was true, then that could only mean that he was wasting his breath. Besides, there was no point in trying to start a fight with a wish granting dragon when it technically wasn’t even his fault. The hybrid then decided that comforting Chromo was more important than shouting at Porunga. “H-hey,” he quickly darted over to the bio-android’s side. “Remember what I told you bud. You still got me. Like I said you’re my little brother now right?” He’d pull the little guy into a hug assuming he didn’t have his own tantrum. Tarch would then look over to Oboe. If it wasn’t for him this hunt would not have been possible for the hybrid or anyone really. He already made a selfless wish for a prince, perhaps he should have one for himself. “Mr. Oboe,” he called much more gently than one may have expected, “I think you should make the third wish for yourself. I had a second wish in mind, but if it wasn’t for you I wouldn’t have been able to bring anyone back. So unless Nashua has a wish in mind I think you should have it.” Originally Tarch wanted to wish for power for either himself or his mother. Just something so he could make sure nothing like the tragedy at West City could ever happen again. But how could he possibly make such a selfish wish after his little brother was denied his own? Shitty post. Still recovering from food poisoning.Chromo
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Post by Chromo on Aug 26, 2019 14:01:51 GMT -6
CHROMO'S PL: 160,000
Whatever glimmer of hope that Chromo had was washed away. No, the Dragon said- no, he wasn't able to get his family back. ".....O-oh." His expression turned blank as realization began to sink in. He tried to be angry, to demand that his family was to be rightfully returned to him after so much suffering regardless of dumb Dragon rules, but... Chromo couldn't muster up any feeling other than sorrow and defeat. He took a step back as Nashua and Tarch snapped at the mighty Dragon God's inability to grant a seemingly simple desire, but the beetle would just whimper silently. Somehow, Chromo seemed to be the least angry about the situation, second to Oboe.
Chromo flopped onto the grass, turning his head away from the group so they didn't see the quiet tears pouring from his eyes. He tried to wipe them away with another hushed whine, but more just slid through his long claws. He initially flinched as Tarch came to comfort him, but settled after a moment in his somber silence. He turned his head to the Guru and opened his mouth, but... Chromo sighed and turned away again before he could put words to his thoughts.
He looked up to the dark skies, winding with the colossal body of Porunga. He wanted to go back home, but he was too tired to move right now. Another nagging thought poked the back of his mind- if anyone bad noticed the giant dragon in the skies, it could mean trouble for them. While he couldn't work the will to tell Oboe that he was still thankful moments before, the least he could do was silently show it while the Namekian made their last wish his own.
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Nashua
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Queen of Arcose
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Post by Nashua on Aug 30, 2019 8:38:17 GMT -6
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"Of course," Nashua slowly replied to Oboe after taking a deep breath. "I don't mean to question what he can and cannot do, but... Revival is practically all I've ever seen him do, so to be unable to bring someone back..." Nashua tilted her head in confusion, and her eyes glanced over towards Chromo, who looked absolutely crestfallen. She wished she had something to say to him in terms of consolation, but she really was at a loss. Picturing herself in his situation had her thinking that perhaps it was best to leave the talking to Tarch, who knew the bug far better than she did. After all, she would've only wanted one of her closest friends to be talking to her if she were ever so heartbroken. Still, it didn't feel right to just leave things as they were. After all, a third wish did still remain unclaimed.
Nashua did have something of an idea for a wish - restoring the Namekian named Mollusc to his own body. But she had her doubts as to whether or not that could even work, if Porunga couldn't do so much as bring the bio android's family back, so she shook her head. "No, I rather think the third wish is best left up to the Guru of this planet." She looked over at Oboe and gave him a nod to confirm she was fine with him wishing whatever he may. It wasn't like he was somebody untrustworthy. Nashua knew his wish would be in benefit of the people of Namek. "And as for me, I've actually been summoned by my Queen about an... Important matter," Nashua stated, "So I think it'd be best for me to make haste to her side and provide my assistance."
Revealing exactly what this matter was was, well, not something Nashua felt would be particularly helpful at the given moment. She was still uneasy about it herself, so she could only imagine Oboe and Tarch wouldn't smile at the thought of it. With a quick nod and a thank you towards the Guru, the Saiyan quickly made her exit from the scene, finding herself able to trust Tarch and Chromo with his protection, should some unwanted company decide to arrive on the scene. The Guru himself was no pushover either, in fact. All in all, Nashua was simply happy to be rid of those Dragon Balls, and to be rid of the burden of responsibility they carried.
And to be rid of Namek, though she'd never say that aloud.
TAGS: Oboe
Nashua exits the thread!
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Post by Oboe on Aug 30, 2019 15:31:33 GMT -6
As Tarch erupted into his tirade, insulting much of his peoples culture in the process, Oboe could feel the boys intent wasn’t to be of disrepespect. He was was defending his friends right to have his own happy ending. It was…regrettable that the great Eternal Dragon, Porugna, could not fuflil a near similar request as what Tarch had wished for… For a moment, Oboe considered that possible this was in a way his fault. Was it due to his own inexperience as Guru that the Dragon Balls, reforged, were weaker? This itched as his mind for the moment, occupying his wonder on how he could help further when, Tarch softly called out to him to make the last wish for Namek, a sentiment neither argued by the Heartbroken Chromo nor disagreed with, rather, enforced, by the other Saiyan – Ms. Nashua. This took Oboe aback, he had not expected such a thing! Originally, it was true that he had forged the Dragon Balls as a desire to restore Namek to how it was prior to the last Dragon Ball Hunt – a way to potentially restore some of the damage caused; The need to use them for the good of the others had become first and foremost a priority, the loss of life sounded too grand and then there was Nashua’s own desires. He had needed her help and in a way, she had been the key part to this Success. How could he just… That’s when Nashua had declared herself having to leave. Her time on the planet had been lengthy, and in that time he’d gained a respect for her and the strength she’d wielded. When she declared that her Queen needed her, all he could think of was what Mollusc had said to him about the Queen. He truly, in his heart, hoped that she’d be alright as he called out to her and the others warmly, the emotion evident in his tone. “T-Thank you all…I, I don’t know what to say…everyone, thank you. Planet Namek thanks you…”
Turning to Nashua; “Once again, Lady Nashua, you have helped me in my time of crisis – in my peoples’ time. You and your friend Vocado, I owe a debt I cannot hope to repay. I wish you safety and health on whatever it is that your Queen needs of you. I hope that we meet again.”Turning to Tarch and his friend, Oboe could only look solemn as he nodded towards them once more before returning his attention to the Dragon hovering there, patiently, before them. He could sense that the dragons’ patience for being out of his slumber was getting to him and so Oboe considered his last wish. He very much doubted he could wish Casca’s family back either – considering the nature of the request Chromo had made. So, Oboe made the only wish he could think of that would help his people. Calling out, in Namekian, Oboe requested; “Porunga, for our last wish, I request humbly for the resources to restore the landscape of Planet Namek so that we may recover from some of our scars. We wish to return our once great landscape back to what it was before.”Oboe hoped that Porunga could manifest this desire in the correct way. Whether or not the people would need to restore the land themselves – through resources – or through magic, he knew that Porunga had it within him, to make this so. Oboe Wishes for Wealth and resources, flavored as the Resources to Restore Some of Namek's Land.
Item XP Wish: 4) "I want great riches!" *Double Malus rule
One person of choice receives 25,000 worth of raw XPTarch Chromo |
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Post by Belle on Sept 1, 2019 11:03:25 GMT -6
Belle's PL: 20,000
Aura Erasure: Active
(Reads as 100)
Following the light in the blackened skies, Belle had travelled across the darkened Namek with the hope that she might make it in time. That she might have a chance if she just hurried. Setting down and running over to where a small group of people gathered, Belle froze just for a moment. She recognized one of them. Tarch. But he… he was wrong. Like her uncle had been. Like Mister Vocado had been. Wrong. Belle’s expression darkened. Him too, then. Stepping into the light as the Namekian began saying something in a language she didn’t understand, Belle clutched Daisy and called out. “W-wait! I… I have something… I need to wish for… please…”As Belle’s features were illuminated by the light, certain disturbing traits became immediately noticeable. She had deep shadows under her eyes. The eyes themselves were hollow and lacked any light or life. She wore a ragged cloak. Her tail was disheveled as was her hair. Belle looked like a ghost of her formerly bright and happy self. “Please, I need to bring them back… It’s my fault that they’re gone…”She needed to do this. She had other wishes. But this one was the one… this was the important one. She needed to make things right. Mister Lord Chill and her Uncle Kalabas could hate her for what she did to them. That was okay. But they couldn’t stay dead because of her. She couldn’t let them. She hadn’t had the power to save them at the time. Her Uncle…. Mister Lord Chill. If anyone deserved to die, it was her and Mister Vocado. That… that would have been the fair thing. Belle stood clutching her Daisy, the Saibanut, staring at Oboe with a desperation uncharacteristic for a child. “Please…”
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Post by Tarch on Sept 1, 2019 11:53:01 GMT -6
Finally. In a few moments, this whole affair would be over, and Tarch could go back home to see his newly revived mother. All that was left was for Mr. Oboe to make his wish. As he started to calm down from his earlier fury, the hybrid did feel really bad for calling what the Namekians worship as a god an overgrown slug. That was pretty much the biggest slur against the entire planet he could think of. Of course, Nashua had already taken her leave, leaving Tarch a little sad he didn’t get a hug in. Either way, he had to say something before she was out of earshot.
“Th-thank you Nashua! Tell Ms. Kayen I said hi! And tell her I can help out too! Err… unless it’s something bad… then I would probably try to stop her if I were you.” he called, waving to her as she quickly disappeared from sight. Now all that was left was for Porunga to grant Oboe his wish. Unfortunately for Tarch, he couldn’t understand a word of the wish. That sucked, he was excited to hear what it was. But it wouldn’t matter.
“W-wait!”
A familiar voice rang out, cutting the dragon off from his wish granting. Tarch jumped, looking behind him to see,
“Belle?!” The teen rushed from one broken-down child to the next, completely forgetting about his blonde spiky hair. He was bursting with questions, each one spilling from him in a stammering mess of words. “Belle. What are you doing here?!” The poor girl looked a mess, tattered clothes, disheveled hair, but there was something much worse. There were quite a few times Tarch couldn’t sense anyone approaching because he was distracted or just had his senses down. This was not one of those cases. Despite having his instincts completely on alert from his earlier tantrum, Tarch could not sense anything from Belle. Besides a small flicker of power, there was nothing else there. Whatever emotion she had was so subdued he couldn’t even feel it. Tarch moved to place his hands on her shoulders, “What happened to you?” his tone shifted from surprised to worried. From what she said, it was obvious the little saiyan had someone she wanted to bring back, “Belle… Oh jeez kid.”
After a brief moment, Tarch would turn to face Porunga and his Guru. He already couldn’t bring back Chromo’s family, but maybe he could do Belle’s? “I-I’m sorry about earlier,” he said to both of them. “Is… Is there anything we can do for her?” Naturally, he did not want to go back on his word and take the wish from Mr. Oboe. But how could he leave this poor girl with nothing?
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Post by Chromo on Sept 1, 2019 12:27:22 GMT -6
CHROMO'S PL: 160,000
And now, with Oboe's wish made instead, he could finally think about something other than this stupid hunt. Chromo closed his eyes and sighed, wiping his sniffling nose again. No more loosing sleep over the Dragon Balls, no more worrying about wishes, and no more stupid people that he'd have to deal with on this planet--
...Scratch that last one. Chromo's antennae perked as soon as he felt Tarch leave his side. There was some weird-looking little girl that... wanted her family back. Did he not just ask for that too? If the situation had been any different, if he hadn't just had the hope driving him this entire time crushed into a million pieces, he might have felt sorry for the girl. He might have tried to sympathize or help, even. But now, all that she was to him was another mocking reminder from the universe. "See, this is how stupid you look, Chromo!", the galaxy mockingly reminded with this warped echo of his situation within Belle. He grit his teeth and looked away, wrapping his arms around his body for a semblance of comfort. For some reason, he found himself irritated that Tarch quickly left his side for this equally poor child. Maybe he was a little jealous, but the heartbreak from earlier now festered alongside a growing, tired frustration.
"...Did you forget what the Dragon said to me?" Chromo snarled. He poorly attempted to hide his annoyance. "I asked for the same stupid thing with my family, and the answer was no. The dragon used all the power he can for reviving stuff, or whatever it was." At least, that's what he could assume. Reviving all of West City was probably a big thing to ask. Maybe if he'd asked before that, he could have had his wish. Still slumped across the grass, he'd hiss again while tears continued to well in his eyes. Right now he was just tired, done, and wanted to go home and be done with this. Another reminder was the last thing he wanted, especially right when he thought this was all over. But no, he hadn't suffered enough, apparently!
Chromo sighed. "And that's not gonna change. Do you really think it's gonna be different just 'cause you asked reeeally hard at the heckin' last possible second?!" He hadn't seen this girl in his life! Not once looking for the Dragon Balls! If she somehow got her dumb wish when he couldn't, it would be very hard to resist the urge to tear everyone apart. Chromo whimpered and ran a hand down his face, trying desperately to calm himself down after giving the two Saiyans a harsh reality check. "Ughh..." Was he being bad again by talking? He couldn't go three seconds without a screw-up, could he? Chromo flopped against the grass, wrapping his arms around his face. "I-I just wanna go home already..." He whimpered. Nevermind the fact that he barely had a home to return to.
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Post by Oboe on Sept 2, 2019 15:43:40 GMT -6
As his wish was nearly complete a voice cried out in panic. Youthful and anguished in its tone, Oboe turned to regard the new arrival who hastily tried her best to interrupt what was going on. The lack of decorum was enough to make the Guru irritated if not for the appearance of the child before him. Anguish was the tone, disheveled was the look; like an adult who had cried and not slept for days on end, this tiny Saiyan – evident from the tail – looked to have seen better days. Weakened was both her energy and her tone as she hastily uttered out her need for a wish. Once again, another rushing to his world to use that which was his peoples. Still, it seemed trouble truly did follow these Saiyans as each and every one that he’d met so far, more or less, had a need to revive someone or another. It spoke volumes of Korlas warnings. Nevertheless, the Guru would offer the child a pained smile as he addressed her desire. “I-I’m sorry child; As Chromo has stated – Porunga has already granted two wishes to revive the dead; It seems that his power in that regard is all but used up. Im sorry but he cannot bring anyone else back from Otherworld.”
It did feel a bit heart wrenching having to explain the same thing to someone else, especially since Chromo had patiently sat there having to sit through such denial and maintain his composure. Still, he couldn’t deny his own irritation at such another interruption – regardless of intent. He was finally going to use the orbs as they were intended, to help Namek recover from recent trials and tribulations and then once again another one needed them. How many more would come to Namek simply for their own wanton desires? How many reset buttons did one need to press? Calming himself, Oboe patiently awaited the childs response. He would like to continue his wish – but he didn’t want to be rude, nor did he want this to devolve into violence. Tarch|Chromo|Belle |
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Post by Belle on Sept 2, 2019 20:34:28 GMT -6
Belle's PL: 20,000
Aura Erasure: Inactive
(Reads as 20,000)
As the golden haired Tarch raced over to her, Belle stiffened in what could only be described as utter terror. Her mind flashed back to her Uncle’s final moments when he had turned against her. When she had thought that he had meant to kill her just for that split second. Her chest tightened. Fear froze her. Her grip on Daisy tightened until her inherited pet squeaked its displeasure. Images of Vocado raced into her mind as he pierced Mister Lord Chill with his attack. Super Saiyans… Saiyans...
“GET AWAY!”A blast of psychic energy exploded out from Belle as she cried out. Rage surged under the fear. Super Saiyans were at the heart of why she had lost everything. She hated them. She hated it so much. For everything it represented and everything it did and was. Belle backed away apprehensively. It couldn’t go wrong here too. She was trying to fix things. She wouldn’t let him stop her. Not here too. A strange little bug was here too, and he said something that was important enough to tear her attention away from the dreaded Super Saiyan. It was too late. No, that couldn’t be. She couldn’t be too late. She had to fix it. It was her fault. All of it. She couldn’t live with the guilt. She didn’t want to.
“Y-You’re lying! My Uncle told me that they could grant any wish! Stop lying!!”But Belle could already tell just from the bug’s aura that it might be true. She told herself it wasn’t. That it wasn’t too late. Belle turned to the Namekian, and the last of her hopes were shattered. Her fear, her anger, her desperation, all of them drained away and died as her hopes did. Belle felt herself grow as cold as she’d felt on Arcose. “Oh. I’m too late.”Her voice fell flat and monotone, lacking even the slightest hint of emotion. Belle had a feeling that might be the case. Her escape from Arcose had taken too long after her birthday massacre. It was for nothing. Everything. Well, she could at least make them suffer too. The ones that did this to her. Belle cast hollow eyes up at the wish dragon. “Then, could you make Vegeta go away? Make it disappear. Explode. Just make it go away. Or, if that’s not possible, I’d like you to kill Mister Vocado.”
Belle's power surges to its true potential, and she makes her wish! (But not in Namekian.) |
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Post by Tarch on Sept 3, 2019 9:44:39 GMT -6
Tarch was completely caught off guard by the spike in power from Belle. Even more jarring was the raw primal fear and anger radiating from her as she sent some strange energy wave at him. In his shock, the super saiyan actually found himself recoiling backward, tripping over his own feet and landing on his back. Was that Belle? When did she get so strong?
Now on his back, Tarch found himself once more being subject to the emotions of those around him. Chromo’s bitterness toward Belle, no doubt seething from having his wish denied while his brother went to some random girl’s aid. Then there was Oboe’s frustration, no, not just frustration. Tarch could not tell exactly what the guru was feeling, but it was obvious he didn’t care for the situation either, but not for the same reasons. All the while this poor young hybrid was stuck in the middle of this storm of negative emotion. At its eye there was Belle. An empty calmness surrounded by animalistic rage and fear. Even when he could no longer sense it, her morbid, and equally frightening, wish was ripe with malice. Tarch rubbed a hand at his temples.
“Ok enough!” Tarch found himself calling out to all three. Someone had to keep a cool, or at least hopeful head in this sea of troubles He was going to keep his childlike hope even if it meant faking a smile through this whole thing. “Everything will be fine,” he spoke in a much calmer voice. He’d start by addressing his little brother and best friend first. “Come on Chromo. She’s just like you. You both lost people you loved, and both feel like you’re alone. Well, that just means you two are alike now, which means you aren’t alone. Even then I don’t care how many times I gotta tell you. You got me now. Both of you.”
He then looked at Belle, still a little confused. That was when he realized he probably did not look like the Tarch she knew. Did she even know what a super saiyan was? “Belle. Are you…?” He stopped, running a hand through his golden locks. “Oh yeah. I guess I look a little scary like this huh? Don’t worry I’m still me.” With a low sigh, Tarch let his power return to normal, his hair drifting back into a black mop, “see?”
He then turned to the eternal dragon, “Porunga please don’t do either of those things! Do Mr. Oboe’s wish.” He’d then turn his attention back to the broken saiyan girl in front of him, once more trying to make his way over to her. “Let’s not go killing people or blowing up planets. I know Mr. Vocado can be… well has been a jerk, but I’m sure whatever he did isn’t worth killing him. And heck, Vegeta is an entire planet of people. Some of them are really good people too,” His mind first went to Ms. Ramen and Nashua. Sure Ramen was a human, but it seemed more like Vegeta was more home to her than Earth. Either way both of them were nice, though one was more strict than the other. “Besides, you don’t have to give up on bringing your family back.” Tarch dug a hand into his pocket for a moment before pulling out a small familiar radar. “The dragon balls won’t go away forever, even Earth has a set. And to be honest, hunting for them is a pain,” he laughed, hoping he didn’t offend Mr. Oboe once more. “A great man gave this to me. Someone really special. I think he would want me to give it to someone else if it meant making them happy.” Sure the teen was definitely pandering, hoping to appeal to the Guru’s soft side. But in all honesty, Tarch got his wish, so why should he hold on to it when anything else he could wish for was selfish? He’d then move to place it into Belle’s palm. Now, Tarch could tell he was missing many pieces to this puzzle. “There’s only a couple things I want in return. One of them is easy I promise. But first, can you tell me what happened?”
holy balls (haha because dragon) did this post drag on and i'm sorry. But Tarch goes back to base form and tries to get Prounga to stick with Oboe's wish.
Also Tarch attempts to give Belle his radar.
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Post by Chromo on Sept 3, 2019 15:56:37 GMT -6
CHROMO'S PL: 160,000
Chromo sneered, taking a few steps backwards as the girl began acting weirder and weirder. He slunk back closer to Oboe's side, whispering to the Namekian. "Psssssssst, mister Guru...? A-am I the only one who thinks this girl is kinda nutso?" He urgently relayed to the Guru as Belle asked for the dragon for death and destruction. Chromo was bad- he blew up a city! But at least it was just a city and not a planet, and he was trying to right his wrongs! Even he was smart enough to see Belle was off her rocker. In some strange way, having his wish denied brought closure. It wasn't a good answer, but an answer nonetheless that he wouldn't need to worry about his old family anymore. "L-Like, don't get me wrong, loosing family sucks b-b-bad... but... yeesh." His quiet, concerned words were for the Namekian's ears only. "I'd h-hurry up and make that wish before things get heckier." Chromo had been where Belle was before. He never wanted to be there again, or see anything close to that lowest point. She was starting to scare him. Was he really this bad before?
After his brief exchange with the Guru, Tarch tried to speak as the voice of reason to the beetle. He wasn't alone, Tarch again claimed. He had someone who sucked just as much as him! Chromo only grimaced in response to Tarch's attempts to instill hope. "You say that like it's a good thing." If anything, Chromo was certain Belle's presence would only be a detriment to his recovery. He'd been certain of things and had been wrong before, but this time red flags were popping up left and right! "The last thing I need is another depressing reminder. Sure, whatever, yeah, it sucks butts, but I'm trying to feel better, not worse."
Chromo could not be the perfect, recovered friend Tarch wanted him to be in the blink of an eye. His trust issues still bruised his mind, the scars from his family's downfall etched into his memory. Being around this reflection of his mistakes made him feel worse. "...If you're really suggesting I call her family, then my answer is heck no. I've never met this girl in my life." Brother, sister, both were titles reserved for those he trusted the most in the universe. Not a stranger who just so happened to suck just like him.
Chromo growled to himself.. His mandibles wrapped around his face to muffle his snarls as he desperately tried to keep himself composed. Tarch tried to reassure Belle, dropping out of that golden form. Chromo could only watch with baited breath, slowly shaking his head at Tarch's attempts. His intentions were good, but he would be surprised if his word choice didn't set the girl off. He wanted to slash her head off before she could get a chance to hurt his friend like he did in West City, and--
"...I need some space." He concluded between seething breaths, jaws trembling in growing frustration. "I'll be by our pods." He needed to get away from here before he exploded- figuratively and literally. Tarch would never leave him alone for long, for better or worse. Hopefully the reassurance that he was waiting would be enough to convince Tarch to let him leave before he got any angrier. He needed to be alone- for real this time.
Chromo attempts an exit!
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Post by Oboe on Sept 3, 2019 19:16:22 GMT -6
The denial as she protested the Dragon’s inability to grant her wish was completely understandable. So many youths, at least today, were enticed with the legends therein of the mysterious Dragon Balls of Namek and their abilities to grant wishes. It’s what had brought Chromo and Tarch, though the later had already experienced his peoples god for themselves. He felt empathy towards her desires, her wants, but there was simply nothing more that could be done. Chromo’s words mirrored his own sentiment entirely. There was entirely something…off…about the young disheveled Saiyan girl before them. Oboe said nothing at first but did indeed nod. What was more shocking was how Chromo intrinsically had grown from their own experience in this exact thing only moments ago. He truly was something.
However, Porunga had spoken already on this matter. Oboe was going to say something positive to the young girl, to the effect of – lets try again another time, I’d love to help you – when he caught an earful of her other, darker desire. A wish so cruel, so malevolent that it caused a ripple within his entire being. The world around him fell away for a moment as a deeper, more pained feeling flooded his very body.
Eyes widening, Oboe’s entire demeanor changed; She would wish for what?! She would dare attempt to ask the holy dragon for something so base? So vile!? Up until now, Oboe had done well to keep most of his thoughts open to the idea of a unified Namek – had gone so far as to establish relations with any and all who had come to his homeworld. It was in this belief, this hope, that he’d desired a common understanding between the offworlders and other sentient species, having hoped to become a staple in the ideals that would one day – hopefully – shape the galaxy into that of a peaceful existence. Yet, upon hearing such vileness spew from the mouth of a young babe, Oboe had reached a tipping point in that tenuous scale. Something began to change within him...
“you…dare…?” Words uttered so softly, so quietly, it was nearly as if he hadn’t spoken a syllable; once again, however, Oboe repeated himself with a rise in his tone – it was more than apparent the Guru of Namek was made angry by such a wish. Yet...there was something weird about his tone, as if there was another voice struggling to take over, as if another person was trying to take control.
“You’d dare use our most holy of relics, objects of peace, for such selfish, baser desires?! You dare?!” With the rising tone of anger, a foreign sound coming from Oboe himself as the voice speaking was not his own, so too did his power begin to flare. Namek itself began to tremble as the worlds Guru felt his emotions clearly and vividly for the first time. Guru, for all his peace, for all his patience – through nearly being killed and the constant troubles that plagued his people – had finally lost his composure. How the others viewed it? He’d not care to know.
“Ive witnessed the greed of off-worlders myself and never before has someone asked for something so repulsive. What makes you think…in any facet…you have the right to wish destruction on a person? On a people?! You ignorant, greedy little-“ Oboe paused as his voice shifted and cracked, Steno’s voice being suppressed as the Guru of Namek took control of his own body yet again. He was about to call the girl a “Little Kid” though as the words played to his tongue he realized how much he’d let out in his anger and how much control he’d given up in the process. Tarch, ever the voice of reason, quickly stepped between the two groups and offered himself up as a mediator, an act that the Namekian was thankful for. As he calmed himself, Oboe rose a hand to excuse his words.
“I-I’m sorry, I lost myself for a moment there. That’s unlike me – please accept my apology.” Oboe muttered in a stammer. He clearly was a bit shaken after such a burst of emotion, but it was clear he was still agitated. Staring hard at the child who had interrupted him, Oboe sighed softly and listened to all responses that would be granted to him by the others.
He was sure that he’d maybe of lost a bit of respect or kindness with his outburst, however could any really blame him? The moment he went to make a wish for his own people – Namek’s needs having gone unwarranted since the Dragon Balls of Namek were once again made open for others to use – another came to selfishly take such hope from them again! To make matters worse, with what he’d said and how it was said, It was clear that he was losing the internal struggle with keeping his own personality to the front. The fusion with Steno was finally finishing and as such, Oboe could feel himself losing his own individualism.
“P-Please, if we have no more interruptions, we must finish the wishes before Lord Porunga gets angry..” Oboe did his best to try and gloss over the topic, those who had known him well enough may have felt the presence of the other Namekian vying for control within – thought that much was unknown to Guru. All he knew was that as it stood, the wish had to be made and that he himself was starting to feel the devastating effects of his internal strife.
Without Violence, Oboe attempts to make his wish again - Same wish repeated
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Post by Belle on Sept 5, 2019 11:04:26 GMT -6
Belle’s PL: 20,000
Aura Erasure: Reactivated
(Reads as 100)
When Tarch reverted, some of Belle’s fears were allayed, at least for the time being. His earlier reassurances had fallen on deaf ears, however, as she looked to the dragon to fulfill her dark desires. She frowned when Tarch intervened, her displeasure evident. But, she wasn’t angry anymore. Not even sad or afraid. It was all just… so typical. Belle just shook her head as he tried to talk her down. “There are no good Saiyans from Vegeta, Tarch. Especially not Mister Vocado.”Belle perked up only a little when Tarch said that she didn’t have to give up. Earth had a set of dragonballs. She could continue the hunt there then. She guessed. She was really tired, but she had to keep going until she fixed things. And then… well, she wasn’t sure. As the dragon radar was pressed into her palm, she stared down at it blankly. Tarch wanted to know what happened. Where did she even start? “It’s a long story. Uncle Kalabas is dead. A lot of people are. Because of me.”The little bug thing made its exit followed swiftly by the Namekian’s outrage. She glanced over to him, undaunted by the dangerous tone of anger. How funny would it be to die here and now? She tilted her head to the side at him, her expression emotionless and empty. “Yes, I dare. People are selfish, but especially Saiyans. All they care about is what they can take. Saiyans took everything from me, so why shouldn’t I be just as selfish? I want them to hurt the way they hurt me. I want them to lose their home like I lost mine. Why should I have to be the only one to suffer? Because I’m weak? Well, they should know what feeling weak is like. I know what that’s like every second of every day…”Belle didn’t get emotional about it. She just stated it as she perceived it. The truth. The facts. It was her fault. And if she couldn’t fix things here, she would go to fix them elsewhere. Belle shook her head and looked over to Tarch. There was nothing more left for her here on Namek. It was time to go. “I’ll tell you everything on the way to Earth. We can take my ship. I stole it from the Fleet a while ago.”
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CHROMO - THE BEST BUG
