Namek had once again become peaceful since the use of the Dragon Balls. With all the wishes made, The Saiyans and his own, things were finally starting to return to normal on the jade planet. It was most likely due to this that Guru was found happily shopping among his people within the Mori Capital. While this had been his day to sit in Castle Namek and listen to the plights of his brothers, Oboe had decided to skip out on that in lieu of some much needed R&R. With his promise to Typha kept, the Konatsian prince had returned to life and with it his own adventures – nary with a word of goodbye otherwise.
He had not taken to be insulted by this, mind you, simply understood that after so much time in the Afterlife, he probably didn’t want to stay on the world he’d found his end. Still! After a rousing conversation with more than one store clerk, Oboe was finally finding himself doing things that he’d wished to. Smiling and holding a massive bag of supplies – some writing, some farm related – Guru would finally turn on his heel and begin heading towards the only Restaurant on the planet; The Cafeteria.
While Namekians did not require solid foods for sustenance, since the interaction with the offworlders, more and more of his kind had begun recreationally trying to eat solids in an attempt to understand the others fascination with such things. To his delight, many of his brothers had taken to the act as swiftly as he had with the Earthlings “Tea”. It was a time for change on Namek and with most of the conflict leaving with the inert dragon spheres, Oboe finally had time to consider the future of his people. It seemed that life couldn’t get any better than this!
Last Edit: Sept 16, 2019 16:50:55 GMT -6 by Oboe: Updates
Post by King Riis on Sept 16, 2019 17:34:21 GMT -6
Prince Riis PL: 20,000
Finding food on a planet populated by a race of people who have no need to eat solid food was… surprisingly easy? Finding the leader of the planet, less so but still not all that difficult. While his brother was quick to take his life back with newfound energy, Riis decided it was about time he met the one responsible for all of this. The man who had he not existed, Typha would probably still be in the afterlife. Then, of course, there was the matter of Konats itself. Those Dragon Balls revived what could have become an extinct race by now. If nothing else, Riis had to express his deepest gratitude. Though he was also hoping to bolster his own ranks by having a solid ally in troubling times. Plus he could use a bite to eat.
So his search for both the Guru and some food took him to the aptly named “Cafeteria.” To the royal Konatsian’s delight, they served a wide variety of drinks, including a large assortment of tea. Nothing Konatsian, but from what he heard, Earth had the best food. Namek seemed to be at least trying to emulate their cuisine. Having never been to Earth himself Riis wouldn’t have known any better. So he thought the boiled Ajissa Brocolli was meant to be a very accurate representation of the genuine article. Overall it was a very civilian place.
Luckily it did lead Riis to the Namekian he was looking for. One of the clerks were kind enough to point the prince in the right direction. Riis approached the Namekian Leader with a warm smile.
“Guru Oboe?” The prince gave a small but gracious bow. “It is an honor to meet you! Without you, my people would still be suffering to this day. You have my gratitude, as well as those of the people of Konats.” It was at this point Riis realizes he actually has yet to introduce himself. After having so many royal affairs with others approaching him trying to be as polite as possible, this was the first time he found himself coming to someone else he could consider his equal, or even his greater. With the exception of his brother of course. “Forgive me. I got a little ahead of myself. I am Prince Riis. Heir to the throne of Konats. I had been looking for you for a little while now actually. Do you have a moment to spare?”
A date! Oh, it had been such a long time since she and her darling Riis had been out on a date. Of course, Namek wasn’t exactly her first choice. It’s three suns were absolutely dreadful for her. It narrowed the windows that she had into the world of light by diminishing the number of shadows around. Worst of all, nighttime never came. Ugh. Well, she couldn’t complain too much when she was with Riis.
Happily, the two of them arrived at an indoor eatery, the first of its kind that Ikra had seen. At least on Namek. Best of all, indoors meant that Ikra had that many more windows to gaze lovingly at her dearest Riis. They sat together at a table. Riis ordered some sort of green plant dish. She watched him eat and giggled at all of his little quirks. Oh, she adored how proper he was even in a setting like this. Even better, Riis found the person that he was looking for! The Namekian Guru.
Ikra had to admit that she was a little sad that their date had been cut short. It was so rare these days that Riis went out and enjoyed himself. She loved seeing his smile. She pressed up against the window into the realm of light, trying to get a better look at this Guru person. He didn’t look extraordinary by any means. Hm. She supposed that it would be good camouflage to appear unassuming. Still, she couldn’t get a great look from any of the angles available.
Using her powers, she surreptitiously stretched and pulled Riis’s shadow to one side, making it longer, but also allowing her to see this Guru from a better vantage point. She made a mental note to move when Riis moved. It would look odd if his shadow remained where it was when he sat down or what have you. Still, she wasn’t too worried. Not many noticed oddities like that these days. Riis was certainly oblivious.
A voice broke his thoughts of peace as a figure stepped before him – alien to the appearance, as he had never seen him before. As he asked his identity, Oboe simply responded;
“Yes? I am Guru – How Can I help you?”
He was shocked, however, when the figure bowed before him upon clarification of his identity. Why? What was going on?! As the mysterious figure introduced himself, Oboe’s understanding slowly began to recognize. Prince Riis of Konats huh? That would make him…
“Ah! You must be Master Typha’s brother!” Oboe stood and offered a hand, indicating he didn’t want the man bowing. “It’s a pleasure, please – join me! I’d love to speak with you and have your company, come come.”
Unaware of their strange eavesdropper, Oboe welcomed the Konatsian Prince to sit and take in some refreshments, offering a cup to pour some iced tea into. He explained that while it was not common for his people to normally eat, it was something they had learned to do in passing as it was an enjoyable activity, but that he himself enjoyed the flavors and aromas of the many Tea leaves in existence within the wide universe.
“But I suppose you didn’t come to speak about Tea with me. Still! I’m glad to have finally met you, your Brother Typha is a great hero to me and my people thanks to his noble sacrifice. It was my pleasure to be able to revive him to the land of the living. We owed him a large debt.”
He smiled as he took a sip of his tea. This was a nice surprise and all, but when he thought about the choice of words – the idea that this prince had been looking for him for a while caused pause. With an intuition and wisdom befitting his station, the Namekian would smile wryly before asking;
Post by King Riis on Sept 23, 2019 11:20:23 GMT -6
So he met his brother. Of course, he met Typha! Typha was what very few people could call themselves in this day and age. A true genuine hero. First, he was the one to wish back his people. Then, he himself was wished back by the man standing in front of Riis right this very minute. Oboe may also be a hero as far as the prince was concerned. He did feel a small pang of guilt, however. It was clear to the Guru that Riis didn’t come here for a few thank yous and for good company. Along with some very good tea.
“I see you’ve met my brother. I’m not surprised. He’s a great man and a hero to my people. Thanks in no small part to you and your people too.” Riis took a seat with Oboe. He wasn’t sure how best to approach this situation. After all of the manipulation and half-truths the universe had given the prince, he decided that full-frontal honesty would be best. “Is it that obvious I’m not just here to pay my thanks?” he laughed, hoping to make it clear he was not offended. “I’ll be honest. The world is in a state of disarray, just short of chaos. Everyone seems to be in this uneasy truce.” He paused to take a sip of his tea. Riis was doing it again. Skirting around the point by stating the obvious.
“Perhaps I should get to my point. As much as you say your people owe Typha, I feel we owe you one greater. That’s why I sought you out. If you are interested, I want to make a true alliance between our two great worlds. Something that, let’s face it, no one else really has. Not that I’ve seen anyway. Of course, I don’t expect a concrete decision right away. This would be a huge step for both of our people. I could go on about how the saiyan kingdom and world trade fleet would both bring ruin to anyone involved. But I have a feeling you’ve seen the good and the bad of both sides.” Finally, Riis took a breath. It felt as if he hadn’t stopped to breathe since he met the namekian leader. Meanwhile, he was as blissfully unaware of his follower as always. His shadow remained as unnoticed as ever. For now.
As far away as she was, it was a little hard to hear what her beloved and the Namekian leader were chatting about. More than she wanted to stay unnoticed - she wasn’t really all that worried about Riis as long as she stayed out of his line of sight - she needed to keep up to speed with whatever politicking her darling was up to. She wanted to be informed when he did finally summon her in order to best serve him. She sidled on closer now that she had gotten a look at the Guru, Riis’s shadow stretching ever closer.
Oh! Apparently this Namekian knew Typha! Ikra too knew Typha. Constantly following Riis around from childhood made her closely acquainted with his family. Hm. She wondered if Typha would like her. She had to make a good first impression. Not come off as too clingy or some sort of secret assailant. Even though she knew she had no reason to be, Ikra still felt a little nervous about meeting Riis’s family. She wanted their approval too, but she didn’t need it like she did from Riis. Well, anyway. Typha was a great man, but not as great as Riis!
Ikra frowned a little when Riis mentioned owing the Namekians though. Humility didn’t suit him. Though, she understood its purpose. A little flattery went a long way into getting what one wanted. Ah! But there was his play. An alliance with the Namekians. Hm… Ikra would rather see them subjugated as a vassal state, but it took slow and steady steps to ascend to a higher throne. She felt a rush of warmth and admiration for the man that she loved so deeply. Surely, the Namekian leader would take him up then and there. He would be a fool not to.
Oboe could find nothing to argue with the sentiments of the Konatsian Prince; He too had felt the tentative peace coming to a boiling point over the last few months. Even he – a Namekian whom had good connections with Saiyans could suddenly feel the shift in nature and attitude of both his people and the rest of the universe. He too had felt the trepidation of such things and it seemed that it was reflective to the Konatians. So, when Riis began to speak of a true alliance between their peoples, it was nearly too much for Oboe to restrain his excitement.
“Well! It seems you’ve given this a considerable amount of thought. I won’t deny that such an offer is very palpable yet, I don’t know…” He stared hard at the window attached to the restaurant interior wall. With a narrowing gaze he would turn once again and smile at the Prince.
“I’d love to discuss this further, and nothing would make me or my people happier than a fruitful alliance between our two races, but perhaps we shouldn’t be so rude to your other guest! Please, whomever is inside, come join us. There’s no point in hiding I can sense you energy clear as day – there’s not much that escapes my notice on this world.”
He was, of course, regarding the shadowy figure hiding therein. It was rumored that Guru was aware of all individuals on their world, but from the stories it almost came off as if he’d have to be in his home to do so. This couldn’t be furthest from fact as the Namekians impressive sensory system was more than capable of discerning the presence of alien and native. Maintaining his grandfatherly smile, he would nod at the Konatsian before continuing;
“Though – I believe there is much for us to learn from one another, so let us have this discussion in depth. Perhaps this is not where you’d like to do this? Would you wish to speak more privately? My home isn’t too far from here – we could make it there in a short time.”
He was trying to be gracious in his hosting. It was clear such a topic was of great importance, not just for himself but for his people – and that feeling was most likely mutual in many a regard. Still – he couldn’t very well trust everything being said while another hid. How could one trust their intentions? Though Typha held a special place in the Namekians hearts, which is why he held such kindness for his brother, Oboe had to consider his people as a whole and would only continue this should the demoness join them.
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