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Post by Ashi on Sept 19, 2019 14:32:09 GMT -6
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Space travel was long, and boring. Ashi hadn't done it too often, maybe four or five times in her life - but that didn't make it any less boring. The views of the cosmos were pretty nice sometimes, but other than that, you were just stuck in a cramped little ball for hours on end with nothing to do and no way to make yourself more comfortable. So, what better way to pass the time than to nap? That was what Ash had elected to do for the last few hours of her trip, and she'd plugged headphones into her ears, so the warning siren that sounded in her space pod about her imminent descent upon Namek did little to disturb the sleeping Konatsian. As a result, her pod continued to hurtle at a breakneck pace down upon the planet with little control on her part.
Down, down, down it fell, until finally, an unlucky field of crops would go on to serve as the landing grounds for her space pod. An incredibly loud crash resonated throughout the surrounding areas, and anyone within even a somewhat far distance likely would've heard the impact. Where there once stood many crops, now sat a blistered and torn up dirt pile with a metal sphere in the center. "Hah?" Ashi mumbled as she slowly began to wake, the shake of the impact rustling her from her sleep. She blinked a few times, and squinted her eyes out the window in confusion. Space looked a lot more brown than she remembered... Wait, that was dirt. Oh, she'd landed! "Oh, finally!" she exclaimed as she whacked the button on her control panel to open the door, the pod's hatch lowering and letting in the fresh Namekian air.
It smelled kind of nice, but was also a little bit dusty. ...Probably because of the crater she'd just made on the planet's surface. "Oh, whoops," she mumbled with a chuckle as she hopped out of the pod and stepped out of the crater. It looked like she'd landed pretty hard on some kinda field with crops all around it. Oh, well, she was sure the farmers couldn't mind too badly, right? It wasn't like she could've controlled where the pod was gonna land in her sleep! "Where are all the Namexicans at?" she mumbled. "Wait... Namekians." She was still kind of tired. "...Or is it Namexican?" She'd have to ask someone. More importantly, where are the Konatsians at? Typha had told her there had been some here, which was her only real motivation for coming in the first place. They might be kind of hard to find on a sprawling planet like this, though...
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Post by Oboe on Sept 20, 2019 16:17:47 GMT -6
Normally, Guru would be found deep in meditation within his home – searching within both himself and the cosmos for answers to questions he did not know he was asking. It was the typical setup for one such as he, yet today? In lieu of so much peace suddenly engulfing Namek? Oboe had decided to take a day to himself – having walked among the Cargo Farmlands, just outside the area in which his people used for Oros Village’s Crops, until he reached the coast that joined the Jade Sea to the mainland. Relaxing within the sun, sitting upon a stone in a meditative stance, the Guru of Namek allowed himself to relax fully for the first time in months.
“This is the life…no conflict, no dragon ball hunters, just simple quiet…I missed this greatly..” Speaking to no one imparticular, Guru relaxed as he sun-bathed. He was taking it all in with great joy when – without warning – a shadow cast itself upon his figure causing the Namekian to open his eyes.
“What the?” He exclaimed just seconds before a mighty shockwave rocked the area in a loud sonic boom. Dust and debris filled the air as Oboe leapt up into the sky to survey what the hell had just happened! To his surprise, and disdain, when the dust settled he was greeted by the familiar sight of yet another space faring vessel – the familiar pod in which most in the galaxy used to transport themselves from planet to planet. Had the pilot within NOT gotten the warning from Namek’s Spaceport – outside of the Mori Capital – to change trajectory to a safe and reasonable location to prevent damage? As he stared he realized, with horror, that the crops that had been planted throughout the summer months were completely eradicated!
You had to say something...didn't you? Steno's voice echoed from within his own mind.
“…”
If he was angered by this, Oboe did his best to not show it. Taking a deep breath to calm himself, the Guru would begin hovering over to the impact zone. It wouldn’t take him long, nor would it have done him good to be angry when meeting with a potential new visitor. Still…those crops were meant to help feed his people – so there was a bit of anger there. As he approached, Oboe saw a figure step out of the pod and – thanks to his tremendously good hearing – could pick up her commentary. Clearing his throat, he called down to her with a booming, yet kind voice.
“It’s Namekian.” He said curtly.
Floating down towards the edge of the crater, Oboe would personally survey the damage with a discerning and judgmental eye. Complete and utter destruction. The farmers of the village were NOT going to be pleased if this remained.
“no no no, this won’t do at all!” He exclaimed as he reached his right hand out to his side. Magically, as if summoned, a staff with large orange gemstone at its top. Whether a trick of the sunlight or something else, the gem began to glow brightly. A soft light would emenate from the crater, the ship, and the young lady as – without warning – the damage caused by the spaceship entering Namek’s atmosphere began to repair itself back to the way it had been only moments ago. Sweat began to drip from the green skin of this stranger before – flash! A brilliant illumination would blindingly fill the area, and when it dissipated, the ship and its passenger would be up next to the Namekian, perfectly unharmed, simply repositioned – and the Field of plants that had been there prior was once again restored.
“There…That's better...” With an exhausted sigh, Oboe turned and addressed the newcomer fully.
“You should be more careful where you land. This is exactly why Namek has a Spaceport now!” There was a tad bit of chastising to his words, but it wasn’t mean spirited nor was it full of anger – simply correction.
“However…I digress, how could you have known? welcome to Namek. How can I be of service?”
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Post by Magister Oud on Sept 24, 2019 11:04:12 GMT -6
Magister Oud PL: 46,000 (Base)
”I think the correct question is, ‘how can we be of service?’”
A few feet from beside the young Guru, a small tear within the very fabric of space began to form like a crease on a sheet of paper. Quickly that tear widened and opened in the shape of a rounded diamond with nothing within it except for the swirling vortex of the void’s pitch. Soon, the figure of a namekian clad in red robes with black and gold accents stepped from the darkness, feet tapping gently upon the soil of the land before him. His sunken, narrow eyes glanced over at this new ‘visitor’.
”It is not often we get outsiders here,” spoke the Magister with a blunt and stern tone, words laced not only with fact but also suspicion. The very least of his concern was not her presence but her intentions. ”No, more often than not we receive refugees seeking to claim sanctuary. You, however… you are a konatsian.”
His eyes quickly shifted from the young girl to Oboe. Without much effort he delved into the Guru’s mind, seeking for another konatsian that they were aware of. Deeper and deeper he delved until he could find that one name that was there. All of it quick, in the space of a split second.
”Yes, just like the one named Typha,” he continued. His hands wrapped around behind his waist; fingers locked around the wrist of the other gently. ”But that doesn’t matter neither here or there for now. Is there anything that you require assistance with?”
The Mazoku’s thinned lips stretched into a half grin. Depending on this girl’s answer—depending on her intentions—would decide the next course of action.
Ashi
KP: 3/3
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Post by Ashi on Sept 24, 2019 20:00:35 GMT -6
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It didn't take very long before some of the locals started to show up. The first one had even been so kind as to inform her of the proper pronunciation for their species. "Namekians, got it," Ashi stated as she turned to face the newcomers. Although, given that the planet was called Namexico, Namexican made more sense to her, but she could digress. Whoever this new guy was, he seemed pretty upset about where Ashi's space pod had decided to land. What was he so broken up about, though? Didn't Namekians all survive off of water and sunlight? Ashi had just landed on some plants, so what use were those for everyone? Regardless, the Namekian took it upon himself to summon his almighty staff, which he then somehow used to both remove her ship from its position at the bottom of a crater and restore all the fields to how they had been. Well, with power like that, now his panic seemed even sillier.
"...Can everyone on this planet do that, or just you?" was the first thing Ashi had to ask after the brief few moments of stunned silence. Was that some kind of magic? Whatever it was, it was impressive, to say the least. "Wait, you can land these things manually?" she also asked in surprise. She'd only taken the brief crash course when it came to getting her space pilot's license, and they'd never said anything in that about landing. Since the pods were so shock absorbent, landing was just... Crashing. It came as news to her that they were even capable of controlled descents. Before she could answer his inquiry about how he could help her, though... Some kind of black hole was starting to form next to him. Was he doing that, too? From the anomaly emerged another Namekian, this one in dark red robes instead of purple.
This planet was weird.
Regardless, the star shaped scouter upon Ashi's face revealed the newcomer to have a power level about half of hers. ...And the other guy to have one almost twice hers. Again, this planet was weird. The weaker guy did know Typha, though, so that was promising. "Oh, so you met him when he was here?" she asked. "Yeah, he used the Dragon Balls on this planet to bring me back to life, like... Ten months ago. It's a long story. But anyway... I'm here 'cause I heard his brother was here. His name's Riis, either of you seen him around?" She could only hope they had. If they had magical powers like the apparent reality warping they'd put on display for her in the five minutes she'd been on the ground, then she could scarcely imagine to what kind of extent their powers might reach. "I need to have a discussion with him, you see. About serious Konatsian stuff. And about why he sucks."
TAGS: Oboe
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Post by Oboe on Oct 1, 2019 13:17:54 GMT -6
Though he could Feel her strength, realizing there was nothing to worry about for the pair here, he was still very concerned with the presence of someone that eclipsed most of their people potentially being insulted. Nodding in response to her question; “…So far as I know, Just I. Though I do happen to be the Guru of this world - Guardian of Namek.”Before he could respond to how one may be able to have controlled their descent, a tearing ripping grinding sound came into existence – first at the faintest of levels, then more audibly. At the sound of another behind him, Oboe was shocked to see the leader of the Mazoku – Magister Oud – appear before them through a spatial tear in reality, a testament to his prolific skill with the darker arts. He interrupted and added to his request to be of service, before explaining his appearance. in his tactless tone, devoid of niciety toward this new arrival, he showed his minimal patience for the way things had been going as of late on Namek. He was concerned, for a moment, that the darker of the two would insult this new arrival and potentially cause an incident right then and there. However, as he declared the girl a Konatsian he could feel the itching in the back of his mind – the warning sounds of intrusion, but chose to ignore them for the presence was indeed familiar and Guru had nothing to hide. As the conversation continued, he listened with vested interest to the encounter between Oud’s stark and cold nature and this new presence. That is, until the young lady mentioned she was looking for Riis and the reason as to why she was looking for him. Curious, he quirked a brow – staring at the young lady with a new look. What once was a grandfatherly smile was now an emotionless shell. Curiously, he asked; “Oh? I’m confused – Why would you be needing to tell the Prince of Konats that he…how did you so plainly put it? “Sucks”? Furthermore, even if that were the case and he were here that would mean that I’d have to advise you that there is to be no conflict on this planet towards any of its visitors or citizens. We’re only just now able to begin repairing our world, I’d truly rather us not have to start over again.”
He did indeed know Riis – having met with him not too long ago. Due to the nature of their discussion, he didn’t feel confident or comfortable that someone who regarded him as “Suck” could be in any way shape or form a friend. Perhaps she was, and perhaps this was the nature of their relationship. Until he knew for sure however, he’d intend to play the hand that he was dealt. “So I ask, how do you know Master Riis?”
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