Beach Buds Nov 5, 2019 7:03:29 GMT -6
Post by Nero on Nov 5, 2019 7:03:29 GMT -6
|| Nero’s PL: 17 ||
“It’s a normal thing for a few of the kids? So much for being sneaky about it then.” In addition to that, almost sending someone through a wall was far from stealthy. “How do you figure that you’re not a very good influence about it? I think you’re doing very well despite looking after more than five children at a time— mostly on your own too.” It took many things to be even remotely capable of such a feat; dedication, discipline and most importantly; love. “But hey, I don’t know the whole situation— I’m just speaking from what I’ve observed.”
The concept of Noki potentially having some manner of power seemed to worry Zhalla, and Nero couldn’t quite understand why. “Well, then what is the problem, if I may ask? I wanna be sure that I fully get where you’re coming from is all.”
Nero smirked, Haden was a good kid; he had that ‘tough guy’ attitude about him, but he absolutely knew what was up— Nero could absolutely relate to that, he was somewhat similar to Haden as a child. The situation regarding Alle became all the more odd as Zhalla explained what she knew. “Fear of vehicles..?” Nero repeated, tilting his head in thought. “I guess that’s... A thing. Being afraid of something or having a full on big phobia is just something that happens though. On the other hand, if it’s actually linked to the memories of the girl that she was made to emulate like you theorise— that’s definitely kiiiindaaa wwweeeeird? Jeez, is weird even the right word to describe this whole deal? I mean no disrespect by the way, I just can’t think of any better way to describe it.” Nero swayed his head from side to side, trying to make sense of Alle’s situation. The Saiyan felt bad for her though— that much was certain— and his intensely contemplative expression was proof of that.
“Ahh okay, I see. Hopefully I’ve helped embolden what knowledge you already had.” Nero also understood why Uba ‘wanted’ to be a Dragon Clan Namekian, it was for his adoptive brother. Unfortunately nobody would know for what clan he belonged to unless they found Uba’s birth parent or he exhibited more clear cut qualities from any of the three clans. “Yeah. I don’t blame him. If he’s showing periodical bouts of physical strength, I’m guessing he has Warrior Clan qualities. My knowledge on how all that works isn’t fantastic though, so what do I know.” Nero frowned hearing Zhalla’s theory on Uba’s regeneration capabilities. “As obvious as this sounds; it shouldn’t have been either of the boys.” Nero said sternly. At first his expression soured thinking about the absolute trash that had been the ‘parents’ of the two boys. A few moments later Nero sighed, his expression softening. “But I can kind of understand why he... Might be saying those things. As terrible of a thing as it is to even think, it comes from a place of love in his mind.”
“Yeah, I’m on board for the continued tales of ‘Zhalla’s Loveable Rascals’; honestly it’s becoming a favorite series of mine.” Nero nodded approvingly. “Oh you should see how excited he was when he told me. You know the descriptor often given to really peppy people; the whole ‘ray of sunshine’ deal? He was basically that times a thousand at least.” Whenever Nero spoke about Pankaa, he certainly fit the bill himself, it was almost as if he was glowing too— a real ray of sunshine indeed!
“Exactly, I agree, sharing something like that is always better with close friends.” Nero remained energetic, but no further flickers of literal energy occurred around him at this time.
Nero returned a raspberry after Zhalla mentioned people being squeamish about scars. “Sensitive is one thing, I’d say that gets a bit of a pass. Otherwise, I think a lot of those people are, I dunno, immature in a way.” He scoffed lightly, rolling his eyes a bit. “Especially if they’re adults and aren’t squeamish— because they should know better than to shame someone for their looks.” His eyes narrowed at Zhalla’s cheeky expression, but he smirked in response nonetheless. “Hmm, that’s different though— Uba cares about you and your health; he isn’t judging you at all, you goose.” Nero added, returning the shoulder bump as well.
As Zhalla rushed off, Nero snorted— was she issuing a challenge then? Very well! “We’ll see about that~!” He called out before making a forward dash of his own; the difference being that he did not run. Instead, he decided to glide just above the ground as fast as he possibly could. Since he wasn’t running, he wouldn’t be impeded by the physics of running through sand; and hoped this would give him some form of advantage in the little ‘race’.