Vuzel
Newcomer
PL: 500
Great Namek (x4P)
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Post by Vuzel on Sept 7, 2019 17:39:06 GMT -6
|Failure, Among Other Things|
Vuzel was at a crossroad. Back when his master, now Guru of planet Namek, named the young Namekian his right-hand man, he knew he would have a lot on his plate. And he did. He, a former farmer from a small village was now to study under the most prestigious scholars and masters of his entire people. For several months, he studied the history of Namek and the many trial and tribulations they had to face. Through meditation, he had to find his purpose and find peace within himself so that he could forgive the Saiyans and finally move forward. Finally, with the masters of the warrior clan, he trained his body to ensure that he would be able to carry out Guru’s will. Day in, day out, there was no break to his hard work and every second of it, he dedicated himself fully to the task at hand. All of that work, in the end…
It amounted to nothing.
Not a single shred of power was gained, despite all of his efforts. He couldn’t even comprehend why he was met with such a failure. The months passed and they returned him to Guru’s side, as was previously decided. Of course, not everything had been a waste of time as the many things he learned, as well as the techniques he diligently trained for. These things were still with him. Still, that much couldn’t console him from the immense shame he felt. There was nothing he could do to effectively help protect his master. With such meager strength, all of his struggles would be in vain. The enemies were still around. In that state, there was simply no way he could face Oboe again.
It was such a frustrating feeling, to see his efforts not being rewarded. Almost as if something was holding him back, or rather was forcefully keeping him from maturing as a warrior. Perhaps it wasn’t his destiny, after all. He had heard that the Dragon Balls were created once again. Initially, he wanted to go back to his master’s side in order to protect him, but they refused, saying that things were different, this time around. They were, too. While there was some trouble that sparked at the beginning, the rest was devoid of any casualties. No World Trade Fleet, this time around. Even the Saiyans, they protected him from all possible threat.
The poor Vuzel didn’t know how to feel anymore. Once driven by a sense of duty to protect his people, it dawned on him that maybe, after all, they didn’t need protection. At least, if they did, maybe he was not the one who should take up that mantle. Still, he resented the Saiyans and other aliens seeking their riches. Still, he felt as though the protection of the planet should be done by its inhabitant rather than anyone, no matter how good and pure they were. And that feeling, squeezing his heart, forcing a grimace on his face. Why was he unable of doing anything remotely good? How he wished he could be someone else, strong and fierce, who had both the conviction and strength to fight for his people. So that he wouldn’t have to see his brethren fall beside him.
Vuzel walked forward, with no general direction. Shoulders slumped forward, head hanging low, he just kept walking, sad and lost, kicking a small pebble in his path. He even missed his last kick on the pebble, leaving it behind as he proceeded. A failure, through and through.
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Pian
Newcomer
PL: 6,000
Great Namek (x3P)
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Post by Pian on Sept 8, 2019 14:38:09 GMT -6
Pian's current PL: 6000
"Excuse me" a Young Namekian sat on a stump at the side of the road. "I'm a bit lost. I was looking for the Guru's home, but they must of moved it since the last time I was here."
Despite his politeness theirs...something off about this guy. An aura of sketchiness if you will.
"You seem like a smart kid. Could you perhaps point me in the right direction?" The Namekian gives a smile that seems a few too many molars wide. It also probably doesn't help that he's talking like someone much, much older than himself.
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Post by Oboe on Sept 10, 2019 21:10:26 GMT -6
Much time had passed between the last time Oboe had seen his young charge, Vuzel, and the appointment of he as Guru. With the Dragonball hunt going on and his focus on restoring the Konatsian prince, Typha, back to the mortal coil had taken up most of his focus. So much had changed, so much had remained the same. He had followed the orders of the four Elder Sages and had allowed them to focus their attentions on the one he had chosen to be his hand. With such minimal contact with the Elders since the meeting of Namekians at Castle Namek, the Guru had not heard word of his student since.
He had decided that the time had come for him to change that. Flying high among the clouds of Namek’s warm and pleasant green skies, Oboe flew towards the life-force that was Vuzel. He had never lost track of the boy; his ability to sense energies having improved over time, Oboe was capable of sensing all life on Namek and discerning whom and where they were at any given time. He assumed, of course, that this was a bi-product of having taken on the mantle of Guru and by defacto decision of the universe, Guardian of his planet.
From his home, Oros Village, within the Cargo Farmlands, The Guru would find himself quickly approaching the young Namekian. Another, non-familiar but definitely relative Namekian presence could also be felt through the fog of Namek’s spiritual network. Curious. He knew not this one but he could sense they had a strangely large amount of power. Interesting. As he angled his vector of approach, Guru’s sky-trail could be seen high above. A long line of white-gold energy trailing behind him like a tail outlined his projected course and illuminated his presence.
Landing a short distance away from the pair, Staff in hand, Oboe would smile and nod towards Vuzel as he finally took in his apprentice after so long. There was a spiritual radiance about him unlike much he had seen prior – the only like was Bass and he was a bi-product of Memetic regeneration. Curiously, it wasn’t quite at the surface yet, but like a dam waiting to break from too much pressure, so too would Vuzel’s strength. A warm smile, like that of a grandfather, greeted the pair as the Guru of Namek inclined his head. A curt tenor breaching the distance.
“Well well, Look at you Vuzel! Such time has passed I barely recognized you. Well met little brother, well met indeed!” Oboe sounded extremely delighted to see his apprentice; He was sure that the training had been effective but he could nary have expected this much internalized progress. He’d have to thank the Elders for their time in his studies.
Turning to regard the other, a Namekian of which he’d not yet met, Oboe inclined his head once more and smiled.
“Well hello, I hope I’m not interrupting. I sensed my friend’s presence here for the first time in a long period and got overly excited.”
Guru would offer the explanation before turning his attention back to Vuzel. It was clear he was distressed, that much had been surface represented by the boys own thoughts – detected thanks to a new trait that Oboe had picked up during his meditations. He hoped to understand the young ones plight so he could offer his services. Upon the other, well, he wasn’t sure of him – he seemed to be of Mazoku so he wasn’t quite sure what he was doing over in this area where Dragon’s and Warriors played. Still, on Namek’s new structure of society, all were welcome and appreciated.
PL: 159,000
Energy Setting: 5
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Valan
Newcomer
PL: 16,000
Kaio (x2P)
Tag: @valan
Posts: 41 
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Post by Valan on Sept 12, 2019 5:47:53 GMT -6
|| Valan's PL: 16,000 || [UT] Beguiling Visage is in effect, assuming a Namekian form ||
After finishing his business in the realms beyond, Valan made preparations to make good on his deal with Typha. He procured some sandwiches from the place they had found in Ogretown and stored them away in a little Capsule— it was an old model from a few centuries ago, but the Capsule Corp seal of approval and quality guarantee sure didn’t play around. Since Valan’s first order of business was to venture out and see what was happening on Namek even before he had met Typha, the Shinjin commissioned a local Ogre tailor that set up shop in HFIL to create some clothing that would be typical of current Namekian fashion. Just something casual, nothing too out there; a simple deep purple baggy sleeveless singlet, grey baggy trousers, brown pointed boots and a long crispy golden scarf with some Mazoku Clan decals at either end of it’s length. Within minutes he was presented with a modest outfit aesthetically between a normal citizen and a Mazoku clansman.
Giving his thanks to the tailor, Valan changed into these new clothes, storing his normal wear (inclusive of his Potara) in another capsule for safekeeping. Double checking that he had everything done and dusted, Valan’s form began to change, growing much taller; and within seconds he looked just as Namekian as any other member of the race. He had two short fins at the back of his head curling forwards and somewhat short antennae. He was a deep forest green on both sides of his body. His freckles remained, and they were a noticeably lighter green. ’Hmm.. Now what should I call myself… Hmm. Dolin will work... What traits could this persona have? Maybe he likes rhyming? Yeah, that’ll be fun. Right. Let’s get a move on’ Clapping his hands together, ‘Dolin’ vanished from the afterlife...
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Nary a nanosecond later, the incognito Shinjin arrived on Namek without even so much as a fanfare. Luckily, it was in a vast open field where nobody was present, barely even any local fauna were around either! Taking a deep breath, Dolin joyously took in the fresh air, immensely glad to be free from the afterlife’s suffocating stuffiness. Curious to see what was going on with this world, Dolin quickly looked around and chose a direction at random to start wandering in. Aside from passing through small farming villages here and there and overhearing local gossip, there wasn’t much going on so far— which was probably a good sign, it was much preferred over chaos and violent explosions.
A good hour or so later after wandering with no purpose other than to assess the general mood of the planet, Dolin strolled over a small hill and happened upon a small congregation of Namekians out in the open near an Ajissa tree stump, upon which the smallest of them sat. “Oh, I’ll be— t’is a surprise to see some fellows three, gathered around a felled Ajissa tree.” Dolin bowed courteously. “I go by Dolin, who might you all be?”
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Pian
Newcomer
PL: 6,000
Great Namek (x3P)
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Post by Pian on Sept 15, 2019 22:13:16 GMT -6
Shit. The newcomer outclasses me in power. greatly. Better lay on the ol' Mazoku charm.
"Oh, no you weren't interrupting anything sir. I was simply asking this young gentleman if he could direct me to the Guru's home. I left something there some time ago and was hoping that it would still be there, that I might reclaim it."
That same sketchy aura that follows Pian's words when he tries to be polite still remained when he talked to the Guru. Anyone with any experience judging character would probably be able to figure out the Namekian lacked pure intentions.
The arrival of the fourth "Namekian" surprised Pian for a moment, but after hearing the rhyming act Pian looked almost...impressed? "Say, thats pretty good, Are you a bard of some kind friend?
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