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Post by Amara on Oct 22, 2019 9:26:18 GMT -6
In an instant, Amara's anger had dimmed - the Oozaru's shoulders sagging as she took a deep breath. There was so much going on, so many voices, so many people all swirling about in this chaotic mess that had unfolded. What started with three people had turned into four, five, six. One moment she had been there, and the next the entire field and crater were ablaze with energy blasts and contrasting ideologies. And, to be quite honest, it was getting rather annoying. Amara huffed, intent on attending to Sensoa and the Demon he was protecting, when yet another person arrived on the scene. This time, though, it was someone she was at least partially glad to see.
Perhaps one would think that a sand elf descending from the sky unto a scene like this with a questionable taste in music may incite the raging beast further, but Amara had already gotten most of her frustration out her system. "Ashi?" She blinked, craning her head to see the Konatsian more clearly. "It wasn't really pre-planned..." The Saiyan grumbled. "It's a big fucking mess, is what it is. Something about the scrawny tailed Demon hiding behind the actually tough one trying to blow up the planet's Guru or something, and how 'nooo she is kid, she deserves to get away with attempted murder, and you can't retaliate'."
The Great Ape huffed, a rumbling reminiscent of a laugh escaping her mouth. Amara relaxed a bit despite the fact that she was still very much so on an active battlefield. "It's getting tedious now, though." Turning just in time to see Sensoa get fully decked by Ochra, Amara gave the spectacle a short clap. Amazingly enough, the Demon found the strength to stand once more after tanking the massive blow head-on. "Still standing, are you?" Amara called. "Impressive, if nothing else." Nothing would deter Ochra from his goal as it were, which was very clearly to murder the Demon that had presumably murdered his friend.
"I'm sure all those goodies back on Earth will be disappointed when they hear about your tragic recidivism." The Oozaru said neutrally, not expecting Sensoa to respond (as he was rather occupied with the Super Saiyan pummeling him). "I guess it was to be expected though. Hiding behind the excuse that you're protecting a teenager when perhaps you simply wanted to cause more mayhem is a thin veil. Your case manager, Carro, might buy it... but we don't." Amara could honestly not think of a reason other than poorly disguised hunger for violence that Sensoa would bother helping the half-Demon out of her predicament.
The little blue thing spoke up, its' annoying voice grating her ears enough for Amara to subtly wince. "Oh sure. No negative consequences means the intent is wholly forgiven, right?" She sneered, aura sparking up as she stared directly at Kiko. She seemed to be tagging along with Sensoa, and not very powerful herself. The problem was Sensoa had to protect himself, Kiko, and Kitania all at once... and Kiko seemed to be the weakest link. It'd be a shame if Ochra found an opening after the Demon had to protect the weaker alien girl from an attack.
Kiko's attempt at stopping Ochra didn't stir any sympathy for her either, Amara charging what little energy she had regained to prepare an attack. It would leave her open to more of Scallio's angry blows, but it was worthy it. Besides, she didn't intend on killing Kiko either. Enough Ki control would allow Amara to fry her body to the brink of a blackout, but witholding it from being fatal. It didn't mean it wouldn't look deadly though, and would hopefully cause Sensoa to react in order to protect her. Underhanded? Sure, but Kitiana had been about to fall herself when he had appeared from the aether and magically stopped her and Ochra's attacks.
Oboe's awakening was slightly too late - Amara's crackling Ki already having formed a wave of energy, blitzing towards the Shinjin with full prejudice before the Namekian had risen up. The sudden burst in energy was nothing new or impressive, similar to Ochra's violent turning at the start of this fight. It still managed to stumble her slightly - as massive as the Oozaru was. His initial words brought a scowl to her face, but Amara was prepared to listen anyway. She was here solely to support Ochra, and if the Namekian was Ochra's friend, now was neither the time nor place to debate his request.
Smoldering embers of anger were quashed, even as Scallio spoke to her. Fully expecting another attack, it was more surprising that he... didn't. Not an energy attack, anyway - his tackle attempt had been interrupted by Oboe's invasive psychic powers. "Boy." She said, only the dredges of tiredness left on her voice. "Scallio," She corrected. "Please leave. I don't care if I die here and my tainted bloods waters Namek's soil, but you can't die here. You shouldn't. Throwing yourself in this situation to get to me was foolhardy. If you want to fight or kill me if I miraculously survive..." She waved one of her enlarged hands. "Then ambush me when we're done here."
Amara sighed. "I tried doing anything to push you away, and my rage didn't exactly help at the time. Lee me be clear... if you stay here, you will probably die. Do you understand? Not by my hand, but by the hands of those who both outnumber and overpower us. Our strongest attack means nothing to them. Stay to feed your revenge... and you might kill me. I accept that. You will do too." She didn't want that. No matter what she or he said, Scallio's death was not a thing she ever wanted to contend with. "So get angry. Use your ultimate attack, vow to kill me, whatever. Just do it after this damn mess I've gotten dragged into, okay?"
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Post by Ashi on Oct 23, 2019 13:00:47 GMT -6
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Ashi was pretty sure any other group of respectable people would have started dancing and whooping along to the hot tunes she was bringing down with her. But as soon as she'd gotten a better grasp of the crowd she'd become a part of, it became clear that most of them were likely playing some dramatic music in their own heads that was managing to drown out her real music. And as she approached him, Typha didn't seem a fan, either. "What, you don't like the Spice Girls?" Ashi asked in bewilderment. "Who doesn't like the- Gah, whatever." That wasn't really a point of contention she was willing to die on for the moment. Ashi crossed her arms as she listened to Typha continue, her eyes following his hand as he placed it on her shoulder. She thought to brush it off, but decided to just leave it there.
He wanted her to go and... Talk down the two monkeys? She was pretty sure she recognized the dumb mohawk as Scallio's, seeing as she'd already met him on the planet earlier. And that armor was distinctly that of another Saiyan she'd recently met. "Sup, Amara?" she called back over towards the ape, who'd taken an opportunity during the brief lull to also go and debrief Ashi. Alright, so... The gist of it seemed to be that all these morons were just kind of all rowdy and all ready to fight each other. And that Namekian who looked dead actually wasn't dead. And was actually quite strong. "Well, Typha, I appreciate the concern," Ashi began to state as she cracked her neck back and forth. "But I should be fine. I didn't join those Star Goons just to look cool, if you remember correctly. And I don't know where you got the idea that I'm more of a talker than a fighter, but, uh... Interesting take."
Ashi took a few steps forward towards the Super Saiyan Ochra, who was undoubtedly pissed off. You had to be pissed off to become a Super Saiyan, after all. "So, the monkey finally figured out how to let loose, huh?" Ashi somewhat tauntingly asked him as he growled at her. Sure, his power level was... High, but he'd also been fighting multiple people at once, here. He had to be drained enough for her to stand a chance, right? "You might think I'm easy pickings now, but, well..." Ashi reached up and pulled her star shaped scouter off her face, stuffing it into her pocket as her gaze rose to meet the Super Saiyan's. "There's more than one way to become a badass planet buster." Right on cue, Ashi's ki rose to levels far past her base, reaching triple what she had stood at. ...But then, it went further.
As it increased, Ashi's form became enveloped in a swirling inferno of orange flames, but they began to darken after a few moments to become an icy blue. And when the spiral of flames vanished at last, Ashi stood firm and proud, her outfit now entirely different from the bright orange jacket and pants she'd been garbed in before. Now she stood in a radiant orange overcoat, the Star Goon emblem across her chest and a confident smirk across her face. And her eyes now remained enveloped in a burning blue flame that she seemed entirely unbothered by.
"Star Goon Orange, at your service," she stated. "I think you'll find my battle skills are a little more... Potent than before." Boy, it felt good to be this strong. Power greater than most others had always evaded her until now - until she'd finally managed to accept that Star Goon power boost she'd always been reluctant to call upon. It wasn't 'borrowed strength' anymore - it was her own, and she was more than glad to use it to carry out her bidding. "And the old outfit was getting a little boring, so I thought I'd spruce myself up a bit." With a glance towards Typha, she asked, "You like it?" She then got herself down into a proper stance and drew her blade from its sheathe at her side. "I'm not sure which limb I have to cut off to get you to stop rampaging around, you naughty old monkey, but I'd be happy to take out all three of the others if that's what it'll take."
"So, step back and let us have our fun, old man!" she added towards the grumpy Namekian dude who seemed intent on keeping the fight from escalating any further. "I've gotta knock it into this guy's skull that the Spice Girls are something to be appreciated!"
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Post by Sensoa on Oct 23, 2019 14:13:58 GMT -6
Sensoa was having trouble keeping the beating of his heart quiet enough for him to hear others. Kiko was sobbing, Ochra was raging, Amara was fighting, random saiyan man was transforming, and then Namekian corpse was up walking again. Kiko's healing had brought him back from death's door at least, but he found himself losing his vision. Eyes unfocused as he stared forward, trying to see what was going on. Kiko was in front of Ochra, that dumb ass was trying to stop a rampaging Saiyan. Anyone with half a brain would know to stay away from him. He was going to start walking again, but then Typha stepped forward. He was trying to get Sensoa to stop fighting, to let the girl help herself and he raised a brow at the young man. Just what the hell was he on about? He threatened Sensoa, which the demon gritted his teeth. If only that dog of a namekian ghost hadn't gotten in his way, the demon would have been able to strike this self righteous prick down. If Kiko wasn't here, he could easily tower over all of this guys... But he was injured and weakened, this was a simple fact. Sensoa wasn't able to fight at full strength and it Infuriated him to no end. The demon fell to one knee, panting heavily as he considered his options. It was pure chaos right now, Ashi was stepping in to fight Ochra, and Sensoa could hear Oboe giving off a spill about something. The Namekian had awoken enough to cause an uproar on the battlefield, creating a disturbance in all the chaos. Sensoa wasn't sure what was happening but this was all going down hill very quickly. If he couldn't stop this people soon, Kitiana would die, they were clearly gunning for it. Ochra's rage, Amara's attacks... it was evident what was going on. "You can't be serious... Typha.... She is a teenager who is confused by her own powers and riding the high that comes with it... She hurt people and is probably not understanding what she is doing! I can't just... let her die... She is my student, I messed up here, not her. Please Typha... Please."Sensoa's words were punctuated by a sharp pain on the inside. He wouldn't let words stop him this time from doing what he thought was right. Slowly the rose up again, feeling his aura rise up once more. He couldn't take much more punishment, even with the healing he had received. "Typha... if you watch a kid die... if you are willing to sit there and watch a confused girl who is power drunk get killed... Then you lot are far worse than I ever was..."Sensoa was referring to the whole central city incident, but then Amara spoke up about how she didn't believe what he was doing was indeed for Kitiana. She scolded him, speaking down upon him like an animal. The demon however was more infuriated that she immediately turned to Kiko before launching an attack. One that was aimed not at Kitiana... but at kiko! The little Shinjin girl had done nothing wrong! Immediately Sensoa rushed forward on instinct, his body moving before he could even truly process the situation. Regardless of whether Kiko liked it or not, she would find herself being grabbed by Sensoa, then flung backwards several yards with a large portion of his might. The blast slammed into Sensoa's hand, which was immediately condensed before being crushed. Sensoa's eyes turning from a deep blue to deep green, the flames on his back were to follow suit as he felt the urge to murder this honorless bitch. If Sensoa was any less sane, he would have lunged at Amara then to tear her beating heart from her chest. "You would side with them Typha? Those who would attack a defenseless Shinjin kid as well? What is this? Child murder day?! What is wrong with all of you?! Have you no mercy for those who are just confused or trying to help!?"Sensoa's eyes then turned to pure hatred as he saw Amara pleading with her son, like some sort of fucking parent. Now Sensoa was on the edge, his mind was flaring and racing. His anger was completed in that he had no more sympathy to give. Ochra he could understand, the saiyan was angry and needed an outlet... But Amara was trying to kill ANYONE today and then trying to save her own flesh and blood. Sensoa's eyes went to Oboe, then to Amara. "So now we are all even... Amara tried to kill a CHILD SHINJIN! She failed... Kitiana tried to kill innocences... but failed... So let her go... Let me take her home... If you must kill someone kill me as punishment... But let the kids go home you psychopaths. For all that is thrice damned holy or unholy. Just let the damn kids go HOME!"Sensoa was begging at this point, he didn't care about his pride. He didn't care if he lived or died in this moment. All that mattered was Kitiana got to go home, maybe to Saizomaru who could teach her something. Maybe Carro would hear of this and help Kitiana?! Maybe... He just couldn't let her die. He felt tears in his eyes, pathetically weeping as he stood there bleeding all over the place and staring at the ones responsible. If only he wasn't so beaten up... how pathetic... He had failed during the central city, he had failed to save Barban, and now he was about to fail at saving two kids he had grown attached too... What was it and this realm stripping everything he loved from him?! Was he truly only going to find peace by reducing this world to nothing more than smoldering embers? He had hoped to believe in Carro, that peace was worth fighting for... but if that meant he had to slaughter children... like he had when he was in the Ghoun clan... then why would he side with them if they were just going to ridicule him for his decisions? Sensoa was aware Ashi was here and that made the wounds burn even more. How the star goons had hoped he would be the evil they needed, and he was here now... begging them to spare two stupid kids. How the mighty had fallen indeed, and he lowered his head, staring at the ground as tears fell from his eyes. "Is this truly what Carro meant? Did I give up my dream just to watch you hypocrites steal the last things I hold dear from me? Am I truly going to watch you steal one of my students from me... or worse you lot would resort to killing a defenseless shinjin... Are we so truly lost that there is no honor for us anymore?"Sensoa felt lost again, feeling like he had thrown away his honor in the past... but now everyone was dropping it at the drop of a hat... Truly this realm was more rotten than even the demon realm if they went through with this. Sensoa's eyes turned to Typha then, thinking that heroes were those who fought for the right reasons... It was clear that if Typha sided with those who would attack a defenseless child like Kiko without reason too... then they were all lost. All honor had been lost on this day if this was the sort of fighting they had resorted too. |
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Post by Kiko Kai on Oct 23, 2019 15:35:50 GMT -6
Kiko caught the tail end of Typha saying something behind her instead of doing something about the raging behemoth in front of her. Why did King Kai train that guy again? She thought he only took pure hearted folks. Typha wasn’t being very pure hearted right now! Hmph! When someone yanked her away from the hulking Saiyan as he actually noticeably paused, she expected it to be Typha. Instead, it wasn’t him but Kitiana! Kiko wrestled herself out of the demon girl’s grip and jabbed a finger into her chest. She wanted to lecture a goddess?! Well, she was about to get lectured back!
“You don’t know?! YOU DON’T KNOW?! How do you not know WHY Senny came to save you?!? Are you completely emotionally constipated or what?! He CARES about you! He WORRIES about you! He probably LOVES you! Get it through your THICK SKULL!”
She certainly wasn’t going to be pulled behind Kitiana. She evaded her grip and hissed the demon girl’s grasping hand. Supreme Kai smite her if she was going to be protected by the exact girl that she had come to save. Hey! For that matter, why the HFIL hadn’t she taken an opportunity to run yet?! Senny was out here risking his life for what? For this ungrateful brat to lower everyone’s chances for survival?! Kiko was royally miffed. She shoved Kitiana with all the feeble anger that she wielded in her small hands.
“Get OUTTA here already!! You think he’s sticking around because he thinks it’s fun?! NO! So GO! Before he dies trying to save your ungrateful life!”
Huffing and puffing, Kiko turned when she heard a voice boom loudly in her head. Oh. Great. Another raging lunatic hellbent on murder. How could this day get any worse? She could see it in his eyes and the way he looked at Kitiana. Damn it all. Senny couldn’t handle both of them. He was barely standing up as it was. She had to do something. Something to stop all this madness. Thankfully, the Namekian had at least the sense to grab the raging Saiyan. He had been about to go after someone else. Damn. What could she do?! It seemed like SOME people just wanted an excuse to kill! Like the old hag ape that had started barking at her again.
Tiredly, she turned and looked at the hag, expecting to see her unpleasant primate face. Instead, she saw a blast of deadly, deadly Ki headed right for her. What. What?! Had that old hag actually fired something at her?! Why?! What was WRONG with these foolish mortals?! Kiko couldn’t do anything about it! There wasn’t any time. Damn, she hadn’t wanted to die yet. Not like this! She had at least wanted to make sure that Senny made it out okay. She shut her eyes and braced herself. Man, was she ever going to tell Yemma to send this mortal to HFIL.
That was when Kiko felt a familiar hand on her shoulder. She knew what was happening in an instant. No. Senny, no! It was okay if she died! But her thoughts were going too fast to be transmitted through telepathy. Her eyes snapped open as she skidded across the ground. She let out a few undignified grunts as she bounced a couple times before sliding to a halt. When Kiko picked herself up off the ground, she immediately looked for Senny. Okay. There he was. Alive. Then, Kitiana. Also alive. Good. Still here. Bad. Wait. As the ringing in her ears cleared, Kiko swore that she heard Senny begging. That didn’t sound like him at all. Begging for her and Kitiana’s sakes. Dammit, Senny! She was here to help him, not create more problems for him!
Kicking off the ground, Kiko flew over to Senny and helped to hold him up. She didn’t care that he was bleeding on her. She didn’t care if he didn’t want her help. She very much cared about a demon as crazy as that sounded to the Shinjin in her. He was at his limit. She had to do something. Senny has offered his pleas, so the least she could do was throw away what was left of her pride and do the same. She looked up at Oboe, praying that he would snap out of it.
“Namekian - Guru - please! Stop this madness. No more violence. I don’t want anyone to die!”
Then, Kiko took a deep breath, looked at the raging Saiyan Ochra still in Oboe’s clutches and sent a telepathic scream at him.
“WAKE UP, YOU FOOLISH APE FACED MORTAL!”
Hopefully, he wouldn’t recognize where it came from if it didn’t work. He could chase the voices in his head.
Kiko uses Telepathy to talk to Oboe and Ochra SEPARATELY.
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Post by Kitiana Shinso on Oct 23, 2019 16:11:35 GMT -6
Oh man scoob... everything was going so fast now. First this strange alien with a mohawk came to try and talk to Ashi and Kiko, but in truth she was less focused on any of that. No now her focus was on Ochra whom didn't seem like he was about to slow down and Kitiana couldn't let Sensoa die for her... That was insane, he was her enemy! Him dying for her would be just as disgraceful as running from something she started. But fuck what was she to do? Well it seemed the obnoxious music that Ashi brought with her had stalled Ochra for the moment, which was good... But as Kiko snapped at her and refused to stay behind her, Amara began spouting out her own retort... But that wasn't what caught her attention, what had was the energy she was amassing. Kiko didn't seem to notice, but Sensoa did. Before most of them could even react, Sensoa had moved and thrown Kiko out of the way. Alright, She could maybe understand Amara attacking her... Or Sensoa, or any one else on the field. But Kiko? Kiko hadn't done anything but try to stop them from fighting. Amara wanted to spout about vengeance? About peace? Kitiana's teeth gritted together, grinding against each other as her left hand reached back towards the hilt of her blade. "attack me... i'd understand why. attack sensoa... i'd understand why. attack someone who has had nothing to do with you in anyway? all for what? i have a purpose to my slaughter, you do not. wanton evil will not be tolerated."Her hand grasped the hilt, beginning to slowly draw it from the sheath. A dark, almost black purple stream of energy began pouring from the sheath as she stared down Amara. "You, insect, Do not deserve that power." She launched herself forward, vanishing from where she stood to behind the Hag Ape, her blade raised before being brought down, aimed to cleave the Saiyan's tail off. "Those who wield their power for only evil are the same as those who serve the weak, You're a pathetic creature not worthy of power." Not long after that, however, before a Namekian fist came rocketing into the side of her gut, knocking her down and almost rocketing into the ground below. |
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Post by Oboe on Oct 23, 2019 17:20:56 GMT -6
His eyes shifted to take in many of the things going on. Standing next to Korla, protectively even. Without looking at her, The Namekian would offer his thanks within her mind.
Thank you, Lady Korla. I owe you my life – when this is done, I promise we will discuss this further…for now, stay by me. I will see no more of my own harmed.
The declaration was all but a confirmation that Oboe considered her and the Tuffles members of his planet proper. Whether or not they had made the decision was another matter entirely…
Oboe would stare hard at his best friend – Ochra – without a change in his features. There was an intensity to this look, something he’d never shown the other before through all of their interactions. This was not Steno’s look, this was not the look of a peaceful man; This was a look that screamed violence. Still, in the others mind, a soft tone would emit, begging the other to relax and calm himself.
Ochra, I’m fine…She caught me by surprise, I had to do everything I could to protect the village. Sorry to have worried you, but you need to gain control again. You were right – the pot was boiling over, in this state you’re liable to do more damage than she had…calm yourself brother…calm yourself…
This mental suggestion would repeat consistently, influencing and driving the saiyans rage towards a more relaxed point. He hadn’t stopped the Saiyan from killing the Demon out of a kindness. No, he’d done so to protect his world, as had everything he’d done up to this point. However – that was no longer enough was it? As his left arm returned to its normal state, having retracted back from punching the Demoness, Oboe would be found Turning his attention to a swirling coalescence of energy, The Guru would note as one of the two giant apes attacked the smaller, defenseless Kai – whom to her benefit was simply trying to settle everything down. Luckily, she was protected.
As Typha and the Other one – the one whom had ruined the fields earlier in the week – spoke, Oboe interrupted them with a mental command;
if any shall bring this one to Justice, Typha, it Shall be I. If you wish to help me – my friend – then you and your lady-friend should make sure the Saiyans in their Ape State are removed from this combat field. Their presence threatens whats left of my home. I already owe you so much, but Please, take care of that will you? Their own personal squabble…it’s a bit distracting…
Through all of this however, there was the whining of the one Ochra had assaulted. He was spouting off to Typha about how Kitiana was just a teenager, drunk with power. How she was HIS student, and that he had messed up. Truly? He viewed a student of his own as theirs? Oboe found this claim curious and equally aggravating. The more the other spoke, the angrier the Guru of Namek became. As if to emphasize this, the weather above that had darkened the skies had begun to crackle with electricity once again. As if his very mood was influencing the weather patterns.
“..You Dare?” He would state softly, interrupting Sensoa’s words about Carro. Releasing his grip on Ochra, his arm retracting, Oboe lost his composure as he stomped a path towards Sensoa – glaring down upon his near prone form.
“You’d Dare say such things to me? I, who have sacrificed so much For Kitiana – among my own people – to help her? I, who has been attacked by a power hungry mongrel whom cant control herself? I’m the psychopath?!”
Without hesitation, Oboe’s right arm shot out towards Sensoa, slamming its open palm on the ground nearest his face, small cracks appearing in the blue-grass covered dirt. The Namekian had missed hitting the man – if only just barely. There was a fire in his eyes that he’d never shown any. The fire of rage.
“She came to my home, this village. She attacked my people – whom she failed to kill ONLY by the grace of my reactions. Yet here you are, spouting words towards those in attendance here as if we’re the ones who did wrong…” Oboe would lean in closer, dropping to a knee – as he no longer needed to pay attention to Kitiana. He knew such an impact would’ve dazed her enough to give him time to speak to this…Demon.
“I Too, was once her Teacher – Demon. I did my very best to prevent the girl from losing her grip, in a foolhardy attempt to teach her control, and what did that leave me? Look around you – would you not be enraged if this was your home? Would you forswear the violence and ask for forgiveness if this was your people that were attacked? Could you offer it to the one who performed such atrocities? You speak well, for the points you make, but it all falls upon deaf ears if only for her own actions.”
He contemplated the others words before standing upright and looking over at the broken form that Was Kitiana. With a heavy sigh, and a sadness in his voice made completely evident by the breaking in his tone, Oboe would state;
“…A few months ago, Demon, I would’ve agreed with you. I would’ve let this be a simple lesson among the many of my life and let all of you go without any issue. Yet, a few months ago, what did that bring my people? A Trade Fleet and Saiyan Kingdom war brought to my door, so many harmed and lost in the crossfire. Where was their sentiment at such kindness that you speak? Did they use their wishes to revive my people? Where was such sentiment then?” He began to walk away, towards Kitiana. He no longer cared what happened around him, Oboe had made his decision…
“…A Child must still be reprimanded for their actions when they are wrong. Do not worry, Demon. I will teach her this final lesson…”
Oboe would walk away from those gathered. He’d ignore most, unless they deemed it important to interrupt him, but he’d not be denied. Slow was his approach as he came towards the girl hed just punched with all his might. He was impressed that she’d survived the impact, but he knew that what was to come would not be as easy to deal with. Slowly, surely, he’d stand above her broken form gazing down upon her with a look of disappointment. He’d held high hopes in his heart for this girl, ever since she’d come into his life. She’d broken his heart here, with her attack, and awoken a feeling so deep within him that it was her own fault that it’d come to this point.
“I trusted you, Kitiana. I showed you brotherhood, gave a place among my people – here – in this village. These people trusted you, and saw you as one of our own. You’ve repaid them with blood – violence and hate. I need not hear your pleas, for I have witnessed your atrocities for myself. I know now, that this could’ve been prevented…” Oboe’s right palm was brought to bear upon her disheveled state. “If I had done what was needed when I found you in the Northern Plains. Speak your words, child. Know that they fall on deaf ears…”
He would, of course, give her the opportunity to speak or plead or whatever it was she wanted to do. But when she was done, or if she planned on moving, or if anyone attempted to stop him – what was to come next would occur.
A brilliant flash of light exploded from his hand as a pillar of power erupted all around Kitiana. Its sheer magnitude was clearly enough to destroy oh so much in the area. A brilliant dome of gold and violet encapsulated the demoness within. The radius filled the entirety of the center of the area, the trembling of namek was an indication of its strength. To those in attendance, it would appear as if Oboe just obliterated the demon into dust. Though he had wanted to, though he had desired to put an end to her once and for all...he couldn't. He wouldn't take her life...he wouldn't take any life unless he had to. He was angry, sure, enraged even. Yet, a part of him still saw the scared girl asking to learn how to control her power. He still saw the girl who helped him rebuild his home, the girl who needed help. It was this, above all other things, that made him spare her, though the attack itself would've looked far more devastating than just a KO. An eerie silence would overtake the field of battle.
Oboe Has some words but Eventually - whether Kitiana moves or just responds - Attacks the girl with his Gigun: Hodan 1,679,040 Dmg With Intent to KO.
KP 3/3
KP Used: 2
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Post by Typha on Oct 23, 2019 19:49:50 GMT -6
"I don't got time to like music." That sounded way too edgy. Typha grunted. "I mean...it just not my taste I guess." There that sounded about right. When Ashi made a note that he didn't need to worry Typha nodded. "I know you are strong but I can't help but worry. Everyone here is quite strong. Some of these people are even stronger than me." Typha nodded to Ashi. She was right though he'd hopefully have nothing to worry about. Ashi had fought in battles before she would know when it was time to back off. At least he hoped she had learned that much from being a mercenary for what he understood was the top villains in the universe.
Typha then arrived telling Sensoa and Kiko how things were going to be. Sensoa decided this was the time to try to guilt-trip him. How she didn't know what she was doing and if he did kill her it made him a bad person. "Long before you made that claim I've been a bad person. I was unable to stop the machines on Konats I won't let a fate like that take place on a friend's world." Typha said with confidence. Typha leaped back a bit as Amara fired her attack at Kiko. Typha took in a deep breath making a mental note to yell at her at the end of this. Sensoa was able to block it. He was hopefully Ashi would be able to deal with the Ozzaru on her own. Speaking of that Ashi's power was growing and fast? "Hold on I'll handle this mess in a moment don't do anything stupid." Of course, he went to block
Typha turned away from Sensoa his hand on his blade just in case he tried something. He watched as her power had risen to a level that he never expected out of her. He also had to admit the new look was pretty good. She seemed to have gained some sort of flame cover to her eyes though. He also was unsure how she just changed clothes but he'd rather not go imaging how that all worked. What was important was that she was nearly as strong as he was. Typha didn't have to worry about her safety anymore, she could take care of herself. When she asked how it looked Typha smiled. "I think it looks great on you." Typha turned back to the rest of the battlefield as he floated up above Sensoa.
Kitiana had decided to not listen to him. Typha drew his blade out lightly, he couldn't get to Kiko now that Sensoa was guarding her and what just happened. He didn't want to kill the girl Sensoa did have a point if she was being controlled maybe she could be fixed. Yet he had to stop her, he could cut her arms off or knock her out. He had a lot to consider but Oboe's words rang in his ears. He wanted to handle her and he'd handle the ozzaru's. "Fine." He'd called out to Oboe. He was hopefully Oboe would not kill her but he'd have to wait and see. Typha flew off arriving in front of Scallio. Since Amara seemed to have been attacked just now by Kitiana and that was Oboe's he'd handle the other ozzaru. Typha raised his hand to Scallio. "You need to stop. I don't really care for your squabble you need to stop fighting people. You're causing more chaos and destruction to what left of this village. If you don't stop i'll be forced to use force." He'd quickly eyed Ashi and Oboe to make sure they were doing ok.
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Post by Korla on Oct 25, 2019 17:35:45 GMT -6
| Korla PL: 192,000 |
Things were getting increasingly more dangerous as the moments passed, it was particularly concerning that the strongest fighter present appeared distinctly NOT on their side, however even though the… man? Korla couldn't quite tell WHAT he was, only that her scouter was giving off an exceptionally high reading on him, even though HE was the strongest it seemed he was not doing quite as well as that power should have suggested. Korla felt little pity for him as he defended the strange Saiyan, the ‘girl’ was clearly old enough to understand right from wrong and trying to destroy a village and everyone in it was pretty wrong. The Saiyan deserved whatever she got. Another small boon was that the other Saiyans were fighting among themselves and the newest arrival, another alien Korla could not immediately identify was standing against the golden haired Saiyan, Korla was extremely impressed by the woman’s sudden shift in power in a way more so than all the power boosts of the Saiyans because at least her doing so did not fill her with a sense of impending dread. She hoped that even with the difference in power the Star Goon would be able to take down the Saiyan. “Be careful Oboe, even though I was the one jumpstarting your regenerative abilities you’ve still used up the normal limits of your abilities to do so, I’m not sure I could do it again since from what I’ve gathered the limit is naturally ingrained. Focus on yourself and winning, if anyone attacks me I’ll deal with it” Korla knew very well that she could NOT deal with most of the fighters present attacking her but the last thing she wanted was for Oboe to get himself killed trying to protect her, his death would very likely lead to her own as well, even if she did take a serious injury at least it might mean Oboe would have a chance to secure victory. And if she died… Perhaps it was best NOT to think too much about it, the Dragon Balls existed so perhaps it would not be an issue either way.
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Post by Ochra on Oct 29, 2019 8:34:47 GMT -6
Ochra's mind was in turmoil right now. Blind fury was being mixed with great confusion. He had seen Oboe die. He had seen his dead body...hadn't he? Was it another Namekian that he had seen? No, it couldn't be. And yet, here was his old friend, alive and intact, and even stronger than ever. The words echoing in Ochra's mind, cutting through the haze of fury wasn't helping. He was alive, but Ochra saw him die. Did he just imagine the whole thing? He simply didn't know.
As Oboe released the saiyan to turn his attention to Sensoa, Ochra stood there for a moment, his mind trying to figure out just what was going on. It was then that the voice of the Shinjin rang through his head, the shout giving the small push Ochra needed to be brought back. The super saiyan's body seemed to shrink as the muscle mass decreased. He blinked once, twice, and then, green eyes were looking around, confused.
"What...what happened?"
The last he remembered was seeing Oboe's dead body. But it seemed that the situation had developed into far more than that by now. Numerous people were here that he didn't expect to see. There...didn't seem to be too many signs of battle, well, any more other than the destruction of the village around him. That is, until his eyes fell on Sensoa, seeing the painful wound in his chest. What the heck happened to him? It took a few seconds before the realization dawned on him. He...had done that, hadn't he?
He took a look around, a little lost, before slowly making his way towards Oboe and Sensoa, who seemed to be arguing. That was, until all of a sudden, the Namekian launched an attack at the demonic Saiyan that started all of this. Ochra found himself stepping back in surprise. He had never seen Oboe be so...ruthless. The guru had always been on the merciful side. This was, well, a shocking change.
"What...what the hell is going on!?"
Deceptive Bulk is deactivated. PL currently 2,586,720/1978080
KP: 4/7
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Post by Amara on Oct 29, 2019 12:07:20 GMT -6
Scallio seemed to have been subdued verbally, at least for the time being. Good. She didn't need any more distractions with the chaos of the battlefield still raging around them. Despite the fact that the bolts of energy and slashing of swords had halted, it didn't make this any less tense as the outright conflict turned into a vitriolic staring contest. Sensoa had been distracted by her decoy attack, expending precious energy in order to completely nullify the attempt. Honestly, it would've been more strange if nobody had stepped in to take the fizzle of energy for the 'innocent child'. Tch. Who was it who dragged such a soul into this situation? Oh, that's right, the same person who also sided with the power-hungry murderer with the excuse of 'she's just a kid'.
Being a kid didn't stop her from getting fucking sent to a military academy at seven. Being a kid didn't stop the lashings she took whenever she acted the slightest bit out of line. Being a kid apparently wasn't a damn excuse for anything, least of all an excuse for someone who nearly murdered an entire town of people out of some aloof ideology that Kitiana pats herself on the back for having, because 'we live in a society' and this is totally the only way to rectify the perceived wrongs. "Don't get your knickers in a twist, filth."
Amara sneered, addressing the comment towards Sensoa. "'Shinjin Child' is an oxymoron, to begin with. The 'gods' are born whole and stay that way, regardless of how stupid their decision making is." Kitiana hardly qualified as a 'child' either. What was she, late teens? By that point, if you're insane enough to try and nuke a town for some stupid goal you're so smug about that you won't even tell others what it is, you lose the excuse of being a kid. You don't get to hide behind that - due penance will come. And due penance, is death. A rabid dog deserves to be put down - not locked away to writhe in its' own disease.
"Had you even felt the energy, Demon? Or are you so inept as to not be able to discern what would kill and what wouldn't?" The Oozaru grinned, fangs gleaming dangerously. "I knew you would block it. And in some alternate universe where you didn't, the little egotistical airhead wouldn't even be dead. Charred and battered, maybe, but not dead. The only person here I truly have the drive to kill is the Demoness you're protecting." It didn't particularly matter whether he believed her or not. She knew the words were true. "In case you haven't pieced it together yet, it was a ploy to keep you drained of whatever energy you had recovered."
Sensoa decided that everyone was being mean and unfair, ranting like a spoiled child would when someone moved to take their favorite toy from them. "Hypocrites?" She said, amused. "Mmm. I don't remember doing anything contrary. Perhaps you missed my speech earlier while you were too busy protecting that little bastard. ...Meh. I'm not going to repeat myself, though, so I guess such a tag will have to stick for now." Kiko appeared to be wholly unharmed, which in all honesty was a bit of a relief. Amara didn't regret using her as a magnet to suck Sensoa's efforts into, but actually harming the Shinjin wasn't something she would take pleasure in doing.
The Great Ape was more interested in what Kitiana was doing, the girl having been oddly silently as attacks - both verbal and physical - had been exchanged. It was a stark contrast to her earlier behavior, and when she slowly reached for the hilt of her sword Amara could only grin. "You have a 'purpose', do you?" The Saiyan said, a bored tone permeating through her voice. "Fascinating. Too bad I don't care what your purpose is." No verbal barbs would probably matter to the hybrid - the girl fully insane in the eyes of the Oozaru viewing her. She would always find a way to twist the logic into her being 'right', just as a child would. Ha. Perhaps Sensoa was talking some sense after all... pathetic.
Even as Kitiana drew her weapon in the edgiest way Amara could possibly fathom, she did not balk. Her energy was spent, and the two possible people she could count on to help her were either in a primal rage or distracted with someone else. "I'm not an insect, I'm a monkey." Amara said plainly, grin widening as she continued to mock the half-Demon. Perhaps if Kitiana were at full strength, her attack would have been completely unreactable. She wasn't, though, in part due to the very Shinjin she was avenging. Ironic, wasn't it? When the Demoness had literally teleported behind her, Amara was quick to turn and offer her tail up even closer than it already was. "This is what you want, right?"
As prepared as she was, the sudden pain that coursed throughout her entire body was so sudden and powerful that for a moment - not a sound came out. The Demoness' sword bit through her unprotected and weakened appendage with little effort, severing it from her back. It fell to the ground, the Oozaru seemingly paused in time for a moment as her facial expression froze. Then came the roaring. A deep, guttural howl that slowly lessened in pitch and volume as Amara fell out of her transformation, shrinking rapidly until her humanoid form once again was in full control. "FUCK!" The Saiyan howled, breaths coming heavy as a small fountain of blood spurt from her backside. Amara was still lucid enough to witness Kitiana getting sucker punched into the ground a moment later, a shaky grin forcing itself on Amara's face. "Eat shit."
The pain had dulled from all-encompassing to simply very distracting, the Saiyan shakily standing to her feet and glaring daggers at the 'innocent child' that had just torn a limb from her body. Scuff marks and thin trails of blood from Scallio's earlier punch also peppered her face, the woman looking as if she had gone through hell and back. "...So, which one of you is going to finish me off?" She asked, only half-joking as she let loose a fearless laugh. Cut off by a sudden jolt of paralyzing pain, Amara fell to the ground. "D-damn it..." In reality, she wasn't terribly wounded. Hardly enough to take someone out of a fight. When a Saiyan, especially one in Oozaru, gets their tail cut however - well, it wasn't exactly a pleasant experience, to say the least.
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Post by Ashi on Oct 29, 2019 12:47:06 GMT -6
| ACTIVE TRANSFORMATIONS: Luminary Blaze (x12P) |
Oh, okay. So, Ashi was getting ignored, now, was that what was happening? The Konatsian stood in her pose for a few moments as both Ochra and the Namekian she'd been addressing both just... Did their own thing. Ashi blinked at them for a few moments, the smirk on her face dropping down into an unimpressed frown after not terribly long. "...Hello?" she called out, "Do you two just... Not see me? The dazzling and beautiful girl with the kickass music and flaming special effects who's calling you out to your faces?" Oboe seemed far more interested in other affairs, now, and Ochra just looked... Scatterbrained. "UGH." Ashi groaned and threw her head back, her eyeballs practically rolling up into her skull as well as she felt a whole wave of annoyance flow throughout her body. She finally gets her act together and summons this huge burst of power, and the guy she'd been itching to beat up with it this whole time doesn't even give her a passing glance.
So what if his power level still clocked in at like, double hers? She could still kick his ass. "What, you think just because you're still clocking in at some higher power level than me that I'm irrelevant to you? Is that it?" Ashi shouted at him again, managing to twist the Saiyan's confused state into something that was clearly a personal slight against her. "Well, I'll show you! This new power has more to it than just some flashy looks!" Ashi drew her sword from its scabbard at her side and glared around. That was when she overheard the words of a demon. A demon that she knew. Sensoa, that damn coward. He was triple her power level... But he had only half of her spine. He'd proved that much time and time again, and now he was doing it all over with his gutless statements. Killing him would both give Ashi a great sense of pride and be sure to get everyone's attention.
"Cover me, Typha," she called over to the other Konatsian. "I'm about to go demon slaying." Ashi summoned forth all the strength she could manage as she tightly gripped her blade - okay, maybe not all of it, but she whipped up enough to blast her power level even higher than it currently stood. She'd need to give this everything she had if it was to work out. "Hey dog face! You wanna die so bad? Then, here!" she called out to Sensoa as she approached him from behind, "This is for totally duping me and all the other Star Goons!" And with that, Ashi leaped into the air with a mighty shout, her sword swinging down from over her head with a position perfectly primed to slash that foul demon into two pieces. No one was stopping her this time, and if anyone tried, they'd be getting the sword through the face.
TAGS: Sensoa
OOC NOTES: Ashi activates [UT] Big Bang Bulkier to boost her power level to 1,400,000/900,000!
She then uses her [SIG] Big Bang Buster for 1,400,000 PL worth of barrier piercing damage with intent to kill!
KP: 3/3 > 0/3
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Sensoa
Archived
ARCHIVED - NG+ XP/PL TRANSFERRED TO DOREI
PL: 180,000
Lotus Seal (x2P) Ouroboros Seal (x4P) Final Seal (x11P) Anger Incarnate (x18T) Demon Spirit (x22P)
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Post by Sensoa on Oct 29, 2019 13:46:39 GMT -6
Sensoa was listening to the conversions happening all around him, Kitiana had sliced Amara's tail off, Ochra had returned to normal mostly, and Oboe... well Sensoa could only stare in disbelief. He took a step forward but stopped when he saw Typha place a hand on his blade. He forgot that cowards were always stronger in numbers, and that thought seared itself in his heart. They were truly like an insect swarm when it came to ganging up on people, and he could only watch in frustration. Oboe was going to kill Kitiana! He had to do something, ANYTHING.
He took another step but felt his body creak, his bones rattling like they would give out at any moment. The demon's eyes narrowed as he looked at Kitiana laying there in the dirt. He just needed to move a few more feet, he could reach her! He could SAVE her if only his body would move for him. His vision was blurring, his body burned unlike any heat he had ever experienced before. It was then that Ashi said something before lunging at him, this was two things happening very close together. Oboe had just attacked Kitiana in his moment of distraction, and Sensoa let out a roar of pure hatred.
His hand being covered in flames, before making contact with the blade. A stream of energy being released from contact site, his energy and hers causing the ground to erupt in a brilliant display. Before throwing Sensoa's weakened form to the ground where he came to a sliding halt. From there the demon wouldn't move, his form disappearing at he felt consciousness fading. He couldn't tell what was going on, the damage from before had finally caught up with him.
His thoughts drifting back to the time he had met kitiana, how she explained her situation to him. She had been hit by a car and her powers had activated... He had tried his hardest to train her, but in the end her betrayal, Saizomaru's ideals, earth's beliefs, and so much more... he had failed because he was to weak... He had not been able to stop this all because he was to weak... His eyes finally closed as the burning fires of hatred within him grew... He had not hated someone like this sense that thrice damned king and his enslavement... Sensoa felt a deep rooted string, like something having been pulled tight suddenly snapped.
All the cares, all of the things Sensoa had come to love were being taken from him... All because he was to weak and filled with this "good" inside. A flash of Hakai's face, the kings, his demon father, and now Oboe... All of them were just things he had failed to over come because he had not been strong enough... Now he was going to die here, this cowards would probably kill him while he was unable to move... well at least he could apologize to Kitiana in the afterlife... Blackness soon filled him.
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Post by Kiko Kai on Oct 29, 2019 22:30:29 GMT -6
No one listened. No one was listening! Kiko wasn’t used to being so thoroughly ignored and dismissed out of hand. Not anymore, at least. Her teachers had done that all the time in Otherworld, but here in the mortal realm… her divinity was enough to earn her some respect. Or so she had thought. No one cared about what was right. No one cared about what she had to say. It was the worst feeling. Did she have to acquire almighty power to be heard?! Fine! Then, she would do it. But first, Kiko had to do everything in her power to stop anyone from killing.
Kitiana was a lost cause, or so Kiko wanted to say, but she couldn’t exactly give up on the girl as long as Senny wasn’t giving up on her. Besides, seeing her take up arms for her sake… it made her see that maybe there was still some good left inside of Kitiana. They just had to get her back. Apparently. She hadn’t really gotten all of the details, but she got the gist that Kitiana wasn’t usually this much of a prick. Really, Kit just seemed like a child all hopped up on her own self righteousness.
“Kitiana… you don’t need to do that, you big dummy! You’re only making things worse for Senny…”
Before Kitiana could reply or even acknowledge her, she got slammed into the dirt by the crazed Namekian’s fist. Kiko scowled, clicking her tongue in frustration. No more violence on his planet? What a hypocrite. She had thought that things were finally going to settle down now that he had woken up. BOY, WAS SHE EVER WRONG! He was as bad as Ochra. She could tell that her pleas had fallen on deaf ears. He even ignored her! Kiko clenched her fists as bitter tears stung at her eyes. Were all mortals this stupid?! Didn’t they see what was going to happen because of all this?! He even went so far as to stomp over to Sensoa and lecture him. How dare HE!
Kiko jumped away as his arm shot out again, this time at Sensoa. The Namekian Guru was angry. Very angry. But, Kiko wasn’t daunted. Despite whatever fears circled her, her proud spirit refused to balk. He spoke softly to Sensoa, but Kiko was there too. She heard it too. What he said only made it worse for Kiko. He had taught her. Acted as his teacher! For all the awfulness of her teachers, they at least hadn’t given up on her! Not like Oboe was doing now. Her eyes widened in fear when he mentioned Kitiana’s final lesson.
“WHAT?! That’s it?! You’re just GIVING UP on her?! She was your student, wasn’t she?! Didn’t you care about her?! Can’t you TELL that something HAPPENED to her?! She definitely wasn’t like this before because neither of you would have taken her on then! She’s a prick! The worst kind of foolish mortal, I get it! But…” Kiko’s hoarse shouts lowered into a furious whisper, “How dare you give up just like that. Because it got hard. Because it didn’t go as you hoped. You foolish mortals… you’re supposed to be better than that…”
It was then that Kiko realized it. Slowly. The duty of a Supreme Kai wasn’t to lord over all of the mortals in the universe. Or even the lesser Kai. It was to help foolish mortals to be the best that they could be. Nurture them… Like her teachers had tried to do with her. Kiko looked up but saw that it was already too late. Oboe had turned her back on the both of them and held a hand up to Kitiana. Her breath catching in her chest, Kiko ran toward the pair of them. To stop… stop this! This was all wrong! This wasn’t how it was supposed to be!
But she skidded to a halt when she felt another power welling up. What now?! Kiko whirled around to see that one of the new arrivals that she hadn’t really taken note of before appeared behind Senny with a big sword over his head. Her eyes went wide as her heart tightened in her chest. No! Not Senny! Thankfully, he countered her blow with a fiery attack of his own, but he collapsed. N-No. He was okay. He was still alive! For now. But not for much longer if that woman kept up her attack. She looked like a Konatsian. Was the HFIL was Typha doing?! She sent a telekinetic messages to him.
“Typha, what are you doing?! Stop her already! He’s beaten! He’s done! He’s had enough!”
If Typha just blew her off again, she was pretty sure that she was going to blow a gasket. She needed someone else. Someone reliable. A quick glance around the battlefield revealed that the raging ape raged no more. In fact, he looked like a lost puppy. Rather confused and surprised. Kiko was relieved for this small mercy, but all he had done was get upset over his hurt friend, right? He sure snapped out of it when he saw the previously downed Namekian anyway. Maybe he could help.
“Hey! You! Uh… Saiyan who used to be the raging golden boy? P-Please help. You have to stop your Namekian friend. Senny… Senny can’t do it anymore and neither can I! So please! Please stop him… Maybe if you do it… maybe… maybe...”
She was really grasping at straws here, wasn’t she? She was just begging any old person who could possibly help. Kiko laughed a little at how pitiful she sounded. But what else could she do? She was alone here. She didn’t have Brand or Basil or Bravo to back her up or help her deal with all of this. It was crazy. Only the second time that she had really been on her own and the first she’d felt the powerlessness of it. She could only utter the same words under her breath like a prayer.
“Someone… please… stop this…”
Kiko begs for help from both Typha and Ochra using Telepathy.
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Post by Kitiana Shinso on Oct 30, 2019 0:18:51 GMT -6
Heh... Everything that happened, one could say, was going according to plan. But that would be wrong, a lot of this was not expected. A Super Saiyan? Two Oozaru's? SENSOA!? God damn it... This was supposed to just be a quick come here, obliterate the village, leave. She didn't honestly expect the Guru to die from her blast, but had the dumb Saiyan not shown up and got all angry she'd of gotten away scott free. But alas as she lay buried almost three feet into the ground she couldn't help but think on things. Her body wasn't moving, her entire body felt paralyzed. It was a strange feeling, she knew she could move but she just couldn't actually do it.
But during her own thoughts, Oboe thought to lecture Sensoa for defending her, which caused her to chuckle softly as he turned to lecture her. "Just one thing before you kill me, I assume that's what you're going to do anyway... you said you were going too and the Guru isn't a liar is he? That little girl gets what I came here for better than anyone here... Even you. You failed. You came out swinging, with threats of death. You didn't even try to save her. You gave up without trying, Sensoa who knows will be my enemy soon came to defend me before you even considered anything that has happened. Did you not notice the moon above namek of late? of blood red color? Really she can't be blamed too much, it didn't give her a choice in the matter. I was set free, she took my place in that prison. But I'm glad to know that peace begets violence, and violence begets violence. Sensoa has proven to be a true mentor."
With those final words she chuckled softly as she resigned herself to Oboe's attack that, rather than killing her as she had suspected... only rendered her unconscious. However with her last message, the question now became how was that interpreted by Oboe and those who cared enough that surrounded them?
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Post by Oboe on Nov 1, 2019 19:18:07 GMT -6
Without interference, with none to rise against him or call out to stop - besides the demon who spoke of things he knew not of - Oboe's attack rendered the demoness disabled, without much less then a resounding shockwave. Its words had been harsh, calling him a failure, taunting him with commentary about how he attacked without trying to save Kitiana. Spoke of the fallacy of his teachings and how he gave up on the child. It used whatever words it could to wound him, but found its listener unmoved. As the light dissipated and the smoke cleared, Oboe stood above Kitiana's motionless, seemingly dead body and spoke mostly to himself.
"...Though the Blood Moon above may have made your power great, the only thing I failed to do was protect my people from her malevolent nature. I knew the threat she posed to Namek...I took her in anyway. I tried to help one who didn't truly want it in the first place. But I won't kill you - in this case, Guru Is a liar. No...death would be a boon for one such as yourself. I will instead seek justice - you will be imprisoned, in my darkest, dampest, coldest cavern. I will have one more attempt to save your soul...and if I cannot...may the Kai's above bring justice upon you. Farewell Kitiana...you died before I could save you, but I will not allow your demon within to kill my people. You will not be allowed to harm anyone else on my world or another. If the day comes...if the day comes that I must? I will end you with my own hands. Consider this a favor, from an old friend. You breathe by my will...and you will live by my will alone."
His words were cold. Passionless. Whether this was the bi-product of the tuffulization or something else - Oboe was fed up. His world, his people, for the short time since his lands had been opened to all they had been endangered. Each alien that stepped foot on his world had taken something from them all. Be it their safety, their security or even their landscape. Too much had been done to the Namekian people to be ignored, and though he had found care and compassion in a few select individuals of varying races - the majority had seen his land a toy for their own needs. Their own desires made manifest in their actions. To this end, to this very reason, The Guru of Namek had elected a new path - built by the actions of this one girl.
She had broken his spirit of forgiveness. She had shattered his dream of unity. There was none of that anymore within his soul. No, as he gazed behind him at those whom had gathered - to all those in attendance, he realized how much each one of their visages sickened him. There were the few - Typha, Ochra, Korla - but for the most part? Even now, their own malevolent desires came to a head in an area that wasn't even their own. His home, the home of his father, the home of his clan? It was gone. Sure - thanks to Porunga's recent boon it could be rebuilt better than ever; but that wasn't the point.
Why should they? Why should the Namekian people constantly be put in this position? Why was his world constantly assailed by the avarice of aliens whom did not belong? He'd made his allegiances to many - promised alliances and partnerships. He would fulfil those to every end, The Earthlings interested? Thanks to Carro they could come here and setup businesses and homes. The Konatians? Should they need it, Namek would come to their aide. The Tuffles? They were - as far as Oboe was concerned - as much a part of Namek now as his own people, having had Korla come to help even if it meant risking her own people. To his part, he would continue to operate as promised...but not from this distance. No. He would never allow himself to be taken in by the promises of offworlders. Perhaps in time this feeling would change, perhaps he could learn to forgive again...
But as he stared out at the ruins of his home, at the Namekians in the distance still running for their lives, his heart Hardened. He would not change his morality for this...creature...he thought, as he stared at Kitiana's motionless form. He wouldn't change his nature of being a kindhearted person, nor would he stop dreaming for peace. He would defend those whom needed defending as he always had. But...he would never again allow another like her into his life. He would now examine all potential "allies" as he should've in the beginning. With a discerning eye, and a patient yet stern reception. Never again would Namek come to harm...but for that to happen...first these people had to leave. He began looking towards Typha and Ashi. They seemed to be ready to dispatch the Demon whom had tried to stop his actions. He almost didn't wish to stop them - but enough blood had been spilled today.
Using his Telepathy, he announced to all;
Those who wish to avoid anymore violence...Leave now. I guarantee the safety of anyone who exits these lands right this moment...if you do not - I'll allow all in attendance to handle their grudges in their own way. Ive been patient enough with all the hardships placed on the shoulders of my people, on me. Do not stretch my patience any further...
With that, he walked towards Korla, his mind alert and ready incase any had the urge to leap. He wished to speak to Ochra, and knew the Saiyan would most likely stick around after to ensure his safety. He noticed the golden hair and realized that his assessment from their last training had been correct. The man had held back so long that like a dam breaking - so too did his true strength. He was happy for his friend, sure. Yet, within his body - he really just wanted the man to leave. He wanted all of them, besides Korla, to leave. Even the damndable mini-shinjin, advocating for a peace he had sacrificed more for than she could ever, he wanted off world. That was a difference in his mindset...He saw none of these people as friends, besides the few, and without that normal compassion? Oboe...was different.
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