Dosu
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Seething Savagery (x4P) Super Heran (x18/x16T)
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Post by Dosu on Oct 27, 2019 11:06:07 GMT -6
|The End of Time|
Dosu's PL: 100 000 An old man would usually stick to his guns. In this present case, it meant bothering the same people yet again. Chime, the current guardian of Earth, had been a recurring foe for our Heran friend and though their relationship was antagonistic in nature, there was some ambiguity sprinkled here and there. For one, Dosu found himself yearning for that boy’s naivety. Life experiences the namekian probably lacked made him a far better person than the Stargoon would ever be. Truth be told, Dosu felt as though he had experienced everything this world had to offer him and, wounded and disappointed by it, he only wished to see it crumble away. Happy people angered him to no end because they still had room for wonder and to expect good things out of this life. Yet, deep down, he wished things had been different. Perhaps life would have been easier.
Perhaps he wouldn’t have been in this situation, either. Instead of seeing the world crumble in front of him, he was the one withering away. His mind still caught somewhere between resignation and defiance towards his condition kept trying to find a way out. Sadly, not being the best thinker out there made his choices seem somewhat redundant, but could he really be blamed for doing the only things he knew? He held a faint hope for success, but most of all, he wanted to do something. Enemies to his cause were numerous and quite frankly, he had become physically frail. Overexerting himself would only make the clock tick faster, so chances of triumphing were slim at best. Even worse, he had refused any sort of help, not wishing to drag people into his mess, as well as not wanting them to see him like that. Seeking help, as indirect as it may be, was already a pride-crushing thing for him. By any objective standards, his chances were practically null.
Still, he couldn’t afford to give up.
This is why he issued a challenge to the Guardian of Earth. He had someone write him a message and sent an envoy over to him. There was no explicit threat nor ultimatum (for now, at least). For once, he wouldn’t strike the Lookout like so many times before. He simply summoned him over to Mount Paozu, where the biting cold helped keep his senses as sharp as they could be. He was not wearing his Stargoon outfit, simply clothes ample enough to cover his loss of weight. Still, the baggy eyes and sunken cheeks spoke well enough of his overall state.
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Post by Chime on Oct 27, 2019 23:38:45 GMT -6
Chime's PL: 112k
It wasn't often that the Lookout got mail. It had happened a grand total of zero times since Chime had started living there. So you could imagine his surprise when a messenger arrived at his doorstep, and that surprise doubled when he saw who the message was from: the Red Stargoon and one of his greatest enemies, Dosu. He was issuing Chime some sort of challenge, at Mount Paozu. Why the Heran didn't just come up to the Lookout himself, like he had before, Chime wasn't sure. Maybe he thought the Kami would have an advantage in his own domain? It didn't work like that, of course, but maybe Dosu was superstitious like that. Whatever the reason, Chime would answer the call. He told no one where he was headed, and flew off south-east, towards the mountains.
Picking out Dosu's energy from amongst the dinosaurs and other wildlife wasn't difficult, but something felt...off about it. He was stronger, but Chime had expected that, he'd gotten stronger himself. It was...strange. He couldn't put his finger on it. As he flew closer, he shouted, "DOSU! I'm here. I got your letter." before landing. These weren't snowy peaks, but they were still cold, so Chime casually conjured himself a blue scarf as he walked closer. Was he showing off? Subtly reminding Dosu what an annoyance he could be with his magic? Maybe a little.
Chime tossed the tail of the scarf over his shoulder as he came to a stop just a few yards from Dosu, his expression neutral, "So. What's this all about?"
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Dosu
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Seething Savagery (x4P) Super Heran (x18/x16T)
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Post by Dosu on Oct 28, 2019 20:46:54 GMT -6
He took a moment to examine the Namekian as he came down. He seemed a bit different…perhaps a bit taller than the last time? Still flaunting his magic in front of the Heran, a reminder of several rage-inducing moments caused by the guardian’s knack in the occult. He simply frowned, not finding the strength to humor him at this time. His swollen throat hurt like crazy, feeling akin to sandpaper each time he talked or swallowed. One of the reasons he had stopped eating, too (or rather, spaced each meal as much as possible, favoring easy to eat food).
He locked his stern look into his for a while more. Was this some kind of farewell, too? Not that he held too much sympathy for the green fellow, but he supposed that he had to have some sort of weird respect for that recurring enemy. Whatever he had no time for feelings. Hell, he did not even have time for this. Yet, there he was. His raspy, tired voice broke the sound of the wind as he finally spoke. Perhaps a bit lower than what most people would be comfortable hearing, but the Namekian shouldn’t have any problem.
“I’ll be brief. Let’s fight. If I win, you’ll have to help me with something. A favor…”
The only thing his war-torn brain could ever conjure. He hesitated for the next part. For one, he hadn’t spoken for a while and had to adjust to the pain gnawing at his throat and overall sanity. As a sign of his uneasiness, his facial expression appeared tenser. The other thing was that he really had nothing to offer in return. Well…maybe this one thing.
“…If I lose, that’s not much of a promise, but I can tell you that it’s the last you’ll see of me.”
No more red stargoon shenanigans, no more…nothing. Either way, this was all he could possibly offer in return. Solemnly, he assumed fighting stance. This whole meeting was derived from an egotistic sentiment and as such, he would not give him the luxury of choosing. |
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Post by Chime on Nov 1, 2019 2:06:37 GMT -6
Now that he was closer, the strangeness to Dosu's energy was making more sense. His face was haggard, and his voice rough and quiet. It was only thanks to Chime's keen Namekian hearing that he could pick up what was said at all. Dosu's simple request brought a frown to his green face, and Chime's mind raced with possibilities. What sort of favor could Dosu possibly want? The Heran had to be desperate to come to his enemy asking for help, he would have gone to his friends first, surely. That meant he had no other choice, it was Chime, or nothing. It also meant it was something dire. All of that, coupled with Dosu's clearly worse-for-wear state, was already painting a clear picture.
Chime drew himself up to his full five-foot height and folded one arm behind his back, chin tilted up just slightly. It was an attempt to look more professional, more Kami-ish, but he was also readying magic in his hidden hand, prepared to conjure something should Dosu spring. "That's pretty vague. What's this favor, exactly? How do you know I'm even capable of doing it for you?"
He tilted is head to one side, regarding the Heran, "I'd be lying if I said a rematch wasn't appealing. No time limits or friends to interfere. ...I've actually never had a fight like that, now that I think about it." Chime wasn't one to relish violence by any means, fighting wasn't sport for him like it was for so many others, but Dosu... He was the first real opponent Chime had ever had, beyond training, and then later was the first person he truly wounded. So much of his ideas of battle, strength and victory had become tied up with the man before him. The sensible part of his mind told him to refuse and leave, but his heart told him to stay, and that was what Chime always listened to, in the end.
"Whatever your favor is..." He shifted his feet into a more solid stance and held one arm up, the other still behind his back and glowing silver-white, "You're going to have to earn it. I won't just let you take it." |
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Post by Dosu on Nov 13, 2019 23:45:42 GMT -6
He had no time to examine possibilities or find a better solution. In this time of desperation, he was called upon to act based on what he knew already. If it failed him, then there’s nothing he could do about it; his body didn’t allow for a plan B. Chime’s question was legitimate, but it didn’t matter. Waiting simply meant decay.
“It doesn’t matter…whether you can do it or not. Right now, it’s about me fighting you.”
The young namekian’s feelings didn’t quite match those of the Heran. In fact, it didn’t cross his mind of what that fight would entail. He had left his pride out of the equation in that particular instance, for self-preservation purposes. However, if those same feelings meant he’d agree to this fight, then he’d welcome them as best as he could.
As his opponent assumed a fighting stance, he prepared himself. Steadying his breath, focusing on everything else but the pain. He knew there was no easy way around this issue and he had already made his mind. He didn’t reply to him. He did not know what to say, in fact. No banter, no provocation. He simply offered him a look, fierce determination burning in the back of these tired eyes. To earn it, he had to win. To win, he had to…
He initiated the confrontation, a lunge towards the healer accompanied by a haymaker meant to connect with the side of his face. The step he took was slow and felt as though something was weighing down on him, but if he didn’t dodge, he’d find out that he still packed quite a punch. Not stopping after a first hit, he tried to chain some other punches. One aimed at the throat, the other on the nose. They still felt sluggish but were the real deal.
He was frustrated at his own lack of energy, but he’d have to make do with it. That was all he could offer at this present time. Perhaps he could still count on the fact that Chime had no real offensive abilities. Whatever there was no need in thinking too much ahead. To make the best of what he had at his disposal, he needed only to focus on the present.
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Post by Chime on Nov 14, 2019 23:46:23 GMT -6
Chime stood poised to fight, and Dosu declined to provide him with any answers. All he gave him was a head-on charge into an attack, the exact way Chime had assumed this duel would start. Dosu was nothing if not straightforward. The arm behind Chime's back flew up to guard his face, and the magic in his hand manifested into a steel buckler shield. Something a bit harder than his face for the Heran's knuckles to hit. The impact rings out, then again and again as Dosu kept on attacking, and Chime continued to block. His opponent was stronger than him in terms of sheer muscle, and with each hit, his elbow threatened to buckle under the force of the punches. By the time Dosu was done, there was a fist-shaped dent in the metal of the shield.
Something was off here. Dosu was strong, yes, but his attacks were easier to block than he'd been expecting. That, coupled with everything he'd figured out so far... Something was clearly wrong with the Heran, Chime just hadn't figured out exactly what, or why. He narrowed his eyes. Maybe a test of agility would be enlightening, to see if Dosu was really as slowed as he seemed.
The dented shield vanished into an explosion of magic dust, then reformed into a pair of bolas. In one motion Chime leapt back and threw the bolas at Dosu's legs, hoping they'll wrap around and trip him up. |
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Post by Dosu on Nov 16, 2019 20:21:09 GMT -6
History had this bad habit of repeating itself. Once again, the Heran was facing against the magic of his smaller opponents, his punches denting the shield without ever managing to destroy it completely. This should have been frustrating, but he didn’t have the energy to spare yelling and insulting the guardian of Earth for using these cheap tactics again against him. Chipping away at his energy was his only chance and though no fault of his, his only mean to do so was to keep hitting relentlessly.
The shield poofed into an explosion of vile magic, stopping a punch dead in its track. Maybe he had conjured something else and the cloud provided the necessary distraction to punish Dosu’s strike. He stalled for a moment, waiting for a sign to continue on with his attack or back off completely. For a moment, he could feel his swollen throat burn badly and he wanted to cough, but held it in. Cold sweats ran along his back as he tried to ignore the vile feeling of pain to focus on his fight ahead. He saw that something was thrown, but he reacted far too late to manage to avoid it. The bolas quickly tangled themselves around his ankles and combined with his mid-jumped, forced him to land straight on his belly, effectively knocking the air out of him. Gasping for air, the sensation of burning in his throat amplified, forcing him to cough violently, paralyzing him for a moment as he laid on the ground, bhis body curled up. As he tried to regain control over himself, he spat a surprising amount a dark red blood, soiling his beard in the process. He grunted several times, breathing through his nose and managed to break free eventually.
“Shit…”
Getting back on his feet, although clumsily, he regained a fighting posture as he kept breathing heavily. The look in his eyes hadn’t wavered in the slightest. Still determined to come out as the winner, he figured he should probably kick things up a notch and power up. Concentrating his strength into his muscles, his power level rose in weird fluctuations, marked by considerable spikes in power that quickly diminished. It finally stabilized around his usual strength, but he could feel the burden on his body. Just maintaining it was eating at what little energy he actually had, making him sweat profusely.
PL: 400 000
He took a few steps, stumbled a little to the side and had to stop his impending fall by placing a knee to the ground as his power quickly dissipated. It took him a few seconds to realize what had happened, his face facing the ground while drops of sweat fell from his nose and eyebrows.
PL: 100 000
But he didn’t stop to think about it. He stood once more and powered up once more. While it took more time to charge up, this time it didn’t go away. This was his chance. He rushed once more towards Chime and hit him with all he had. If he had a chance to win, it had to be within this one strike! He didn’t even consider where he was hitting, he just wanted it to connect.
PL: 400 000
OOC: Dosu uses an A1 on Chime for 132 000 damage!
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Post by Chime on Nov 17, 2019 17:17:46 GMT -6
The bola tactics worked better than Chime expected them to, and Dosu slammed forward onto the ground in a cloud of dust. It seemed like the Heran really had slowed down considerably. Chime hopped back and held his hands up at the ready, one glowing with blue ki, the other sparkling white with magic. He wasn't sure what Dosu would do next, exactly, but he assumed it to be some variant of 'come back and attack even harder.' Which he would, eventually, but for the moment his opponent just laid curled in the dirt and rocks. He was coughing violently, more than he should've been for merely getting the wind knocked from his lungs. Chime's hands lowered a fraction, and his expression shifted from determination to worry. When Dosu lifted his head next, his beard was stained dark red with blood, and Chime felt a pang in his heart. It was clear now: Dosu was either injured or sick, maybe both.
Still, Dosu stood up and regained his stance. He intended to keep fighting, but Chime had no desire to beat up someone already wounded. The larger section of his mind, the healer's part, didn't want to hurt someone more than they already were hurt. But the little spark of a warrior within him was angry. He'd wanted a rematch, a real rematch, and this is what he got?
While those thoughts went through Chime's head, Dosu powered up. It was obviously a struggle for him, and Chime could feel his energy fluctuating as he watched him struggle to stand. He'd always known Dosu's ki to be chaotic and erratic, and had chalked it up to the Heran's angry nature, but...what if it had been this, all along?
"Dosu, wait--" Chime tried to say, but of course Dosu didn't stop. That blue fist was coming at his face, so Chime did the only thing he could. His aura flared around sky-blue around him and the sparks of magic in his left hand were snuffed out. Both hands were flung up in front of him to create a half-shell of ki for Dosu's attack to crash into. The energy shell shook violently against the assault, and at the last second, shattered, but Chime was left only a bit singed at the edges of his ears and clothes.
His hands still up, he looked Dosu dead in the eye and repeated, more stern, "DOSU. Stop. Something's obviously wrong with you. I won't fight you like this." He stepped back and lowered his hands to his sides, "Sit down."
Chime activates Empowered Namek x3P. New PL: 336,000
He uses [B1] Ki Barrier to block worth 110,880
21,120 bleeds through, halved to 10,560
3% Damage
KP: -1, 2/3
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Post by Dosu on Nov 23, 2019 16:02:55 GMT -6
He felt the impact first. Of course, he didn’t expect the Namekian to just take the hit without defending himself. When he felt the ki barrier break under the weight of his punch, he felt a glimmer of hope, that this strike could be decisive. It had to. After landing the attack, he stumbled to the side, losing his balance as his power dissipated, unable to hold on to it any longer. He stabilized himself and turned around as quickly as he could to see the damages he had dealt to the Namekian.
He was basically unscathed…He felt his heart sink a little. Damn it, this was all he could do? How many times would he need to chip at him like that before he’d win? This was going to be a long fight. He tried powering up again, but this time, nothing happened. Not even a flicker. He figured he ought to try harder and did so, only to be met with a similar result…
“Haha…this can’t be right…”
He tried even harder the third time around, focusing his energy as much as he could and ultimately failed, falling out of breath. Sweat dripped down his face because of the effort and he was left wondering just how far he had fallen.
“Hah…haha…hahahahaha…I can’t even power up anymore…”
Then the words of the Namekian stabbed right at him. Who the hell did he think he was? He had told him before, didn’t he? With that stupid ghost on the Lookout. He certainly remember it. Though his eyes were tired and sick, resentment could be seen at the back of his pupil. Gritting his teeth, he then spoke with animosity in his voice.
“I told you, didn’t it? To never look down on me. You better change that stupid expression on your face. Do you really think I don’t know how fucked I am? Do you think I can’t feel it in every fucking inch of my body day and night? I don’t need your fucking pity.”
He spat on the ground, resuming his fighting stance. This was the last thing he needed, after all.
“No, I’ll beat you fair and square. That is why you’re here…Once I do it, you’ll have no choice but to help me get the Dragon Balls…so that I can wish for my body to return to its prime state…You’re the one who told me, right? That I can’t just lie down and die to escape all that I’ve done. So it’s fine if I try to live, RIGHT?”
He stopped and coughed for a while, but quickly got a hold of himself.
“I…I have to do it my way…I can’t just beg for help…Otherwise, how am I gonna face them when all is said and done?”
The “them” could have referred to multiple entities. In fact, he wasn’t even sure himself who he was referring to. Was it the fever that made him delirious?
OOC: Powerlevel reverted to 100 000. It can't go any higher
no action taken, +1 KP
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Post by Chime on Nov 23, 2019 21:35:15 GMT -6
That one strike seemed to be all Dosu had in him. Chime watched as the Heran tried, fruitlessly, to gather his power again. Sweat dripped from his blue brow as his aura fluctuated wildly and then finally receded. Chime sighed through his nose at the sight before him. Dosu seemed to be losing it just a bit. Not madness, not that far, but extreme desperation. He kept his expression stern and serious as his opponent ranted on and tried to get a hold of himself.
It was surprising how much of their previous interactions he remembered, and how precisely. Dosu had left a definite impression on Chime, but he'd never considered that the reverse had also happened. The most interesting part was what had stuck with Dosu. Things Chime only vaguely recalled saying in the heat of an argument, Dosu could recall perfectly and spout back at him. Kindness seemed like a barb to him, and Chime had never even been what he would consider kind to the man. Even the most basic compassion of 'I don't want you to die', that he tried to show to all living things, seemed to be taken as an insult. Contrarily, statements of anger, of 'How dare you even think about dying', seemed to actually get through to him. Chime narrowed his eyes into a glare. If that was the language Dosu understood, then he would speak it.
"Shut up, Dosu." He spat as the Heran got back into his shaky looking stance, "The only thing I might pity about you is your stupidity. This was your grand plan to save your skin? Challenge me to a fight, defeat me, and then I'd be bound to help you get your wish? You can barely even stand up straight. Frankly, I'm insulted."
He began to stride towards Dosu with purpose, never breaking eye contact, "This is foolish. You think there's only two options left to you: you win here, or you die. Isn't that right? All that hair must have grown into your brain. So I'll spell it out for you: make me owe you."
Chime was right up in Dosu's personal space now, unless he'd moved away. One hand struck out, seemingly to attack, but his hand just came to rest open-palmed against Dosu's chest, right at the base of his neck. Magic and ki began to twine between his fingers in equal strands of blue and white, and slowly sank into Dosu's skin. The healing would find whatever internal damage had been wrought on him by his illness and patch it back up. The root cause, the illness itself, would of course take more than a single spell to repair, but Chime could allay the symptoms at least. It would feel cool and warm at once, like drinking an ice-cold beverage in a hot shower.
As he worked his healing, Chime continued to speak, "Help me. I'm not sure with what yet, but this is Earth. It can only stay quiet for so long. If it's not you and your friends, it's one of the half-dozen other threats. Sick or not, you're a better warrior than me, and I could always use some muscle. So help me, make me owe you your life. You might not even need a wish to do it, I'm the greatest healer on his planet. I bet I can figure something out. But only if you help me first. Afterwards--" He stepped back and let his healing energy dissipate, "We'll be even. You can go back to Stargoon-ing and tearing my house in half, I'll keep making baseball bats to annoy you with. You can give me a real fight."
Chime let his aura fade and he just stood there, near-equal in strength to Dosu again, awaiting his answer.
Chime uses [SIG] Greater Healing (technically 200% heals)
KP: -2, 0/3
Empowered Namek dropped. New PL: 112,000
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Post by Dosu on Nov 24, 2019 13:08:01 GMT -6
On top of being humbled by this runt, he had to be mocked for his decisions? It must have been easy from his standpoint, to see a bigger picture. To think with concepts he couldn’t even grasp because he never had the chance to learn them in the first place. All he did was with the better of his knowledge. This world had only taught him the struggle for survival. That’s why he thought of Earthlings and peaceful races as a farce. He couldn’t understand them. That’s why he hated all of these fools. Sitting comfortably in their houses, free to dream and without having to worry about whether or not they’d get to see the next day. To be so positive and offer their kindness unto strangers as if they were of the same blood. Such lowlifes. And yet, he felt jealous. Because deep down, he knew that he would have liked something like that, too.
“What’s wrong with that? I can’t even properly fight, I’m a nuisance to everyone. I thought about just sitting in my corner to rot away. But I figured I had to try something, for all my comrades. So I’m sticking to what I know. There’s no master plan or anything. If I fail here, I’ll try something else. Until I die.”
It sounded like a solemn vow, a promise to himself that he’d keep until the bitter end. Chime’s answer was particular, mostly because of the absurdity. Doing something for him so that he’d get help in return? Just who did he think he was, exactly? Wasn’t that exactly what Dosu had been doing throughout his life? Killing, stealing and conquering for the recognition of someone who always responded to him with dissatisfaction? Then once he thought he could have something of his own, to prove that he had his rightful place in this world, have it taken away from him? What insurance did he have that the Namekian would go through with this promise? Why was his own life relying on his servitude again? He’d choose death over this at any time.
He wanted to move away, but couldn’t. The hand on his chest was such a soothing presence that he felt instinctively drawn to it, feeling a surge of ease course throughout his body. He was a bit concerned as to what sort of magic he was using on him, his inquiring eyes staring down the Namekian. Then came his proposal, to which he kept thinking about his past experiences. Not very good experiences.
“I don’t like this…” he muttered, his throat now in a way better shape. His voice was cleaner, his tone now reminiscent of what it used to be.
“I can’t accept this. I can’t depend on someone else, especially if it means going against what I believe. I will be the one to make my own decisions. You may have eased the pain, but only for so long. It will come back, I can already feel it. I want the Dragon Balls. I want to live. I also want to reclaim my life that was stolen from me. I don’t have the luxury of time. I don’t want to rely on possibilities. This isn’t a bet I can afford to make. I won’t wait until I tear my body apart in your service for me to be denied again, just like those before you did. I have lost the ability to trust.”
He finally broke free from his touch.
“If you help me now, then what you're saying will make sense to me. Otherwise, it won’t work.”
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Post by Chime on Nov 28, 2019 1:22:52 GMT -6
Despite everything, Chime couldn't help but smile a little as he stepped back and heard Dosu speak in his usual voice again. He tried to suppress it, but a tiny smirk found its way to his face. A healing job well done always made him proud, regardless of who was the patient. When he listened to what Dosu was actually saying, though, the smile faded into a frown once again.
He hadn't expected Dosu to jump on his idea, of course. It was a hastily thought up plan, conceived almost as he had been saying it. Chime meant it, though, and he had confidence he could pull it off, barring any other complications. The 'greatest healer on the planet' claim wasn't even him trying to brag or bluff, he honestly couldn't think of anyone better, unless there was some ancient sage hidden away that he didn't know about. Still, Dosu was refusing, out of what seemed to be his sense of pride, but...there seemed to be something else, too. Chime couldn't piece it together, he didn't have enough information. He really didn't know much about the man, besides 'big, loud, violent, gets annoyed by slingshots.'
"You already depend on others, though," Chime countered, attempted to out-logic Dosu, "You're part of a team, right? You all help each other. To evil ends, sure," He waved a hand in the air, dismissing that part as unimportant for now, "But you rely on one another all the same. I don't see how this is different." The 'like those before you' comment gave him pause. Like who? Had some previous Guardians done something terrible...? That didn't sound right, and Dosu probably wouldn't know about the history of the Kamis better than the current Kami himself. It must have been something else, something more personal. Someone had done...something, to him. Chime's frown deepened. There were still pieces missing in this puzzle.
"I don't know how to make you trust me. I can't help you more than I just did, not immediately. It'd take examination and research to figure out what's wrong with you, and how to fix it. I wouldn't just let you walk around suffering, though," Chime's face twisted up in distaste at the thought, like he'd just smelled something foul, "I can continue to repair the damage, like I did now."
Chime ran a hand over his bald head and sighed, looking away from Dosu for a moment and out towards the mountains, "I can't control what you do, obviously, but if I find that you're hurting innocent people to try and get your wish -- which I'll reiterate, I don't even think is necessary -- then I will stop you." He turned back to meet Dosu's gaze with an intense look. He was serious, but the intensity dropped after a moment, "I'm not asking you to trust me, but I'll remind you that I've only ever acted in self defense. You came to my home, you tore it apart, you attacked me. All I did in return was spare you, and not hunt you and your allies down any sort of revenge quest." That part wasn't exactly out of goodwill, but Chime didn't explain that. The Stargoons, as far as he understood, were a mercenary group. It was more productive to go after those that would hire them, like the Trade Fleet or Sensoa, than the group themselves. Without work they were, well...just a bunch of goons. Chime lifted both arms into the air in a big shrug, "If you want to hate someone who's never done anything to you, then fine. But remember that's your own choice."
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Post by Dosu on Jan 1, 2020 20:34:09 GMT -6
He really did depend on the other goons. Or depended, rather. If not for Mumbo, he would have probably died a few times already. If not for him, maybe Bloom would have given in to the strange mind controlling powers of the android. But that was all in the past, now. After his decision had been made, he couldn’t call himself a Stargoon any more, not after making some sense of his situation and finding a solution. Maybe they would replace him and it was understandable. It was his way to clumsily honor the name of the Stargoon, by dissociating himself from it now that he was a hindrance to them.
“Maybe I did, I don’t know. But we were trying to reach something far greater than my own self. Now it’s only about me and I can’t have them help me with that. The difference is that I don’t have a carrot dangling in front of me that I need to chase after. And that carrot isn’t held by a single person who gets full authority over me.”
He stopped there, not wanting to get too deep into it. He knew the guardian to be a smart person and piecing everything together would be easy for him if he kept talking. Just why did he summon Chime here in the first place? Wasn’t that what he wanted him to say? It really was more complicated than he thought it’d be. Maybe because it wasn’t quite enough, maybe because his state came second to what other wish the namekian could possibly have. Understandably so, since they were enemies, after all.
“How nice must that feel to be the one with the power, huh? Never mind that…”
It was him thinking out loud. It must have come from a place of empathy and all that good positive stuff, but the Heran had trouble seeing anything but hypocrisy. By helping him, he’d probably want to play on his sense of pride to help him back in return. Since he would, in a sense, owe him his life, Chime could ask for almost anything he desired. As far from the truth as it could be, the very fact that it was possible forced him away from that path. No matter how he reminded him of his action, how he never attacked and only defended himself.
“No matter how kind of heart you may be, I will not be made a pawn again. This is the only thing I will be adamant about…I don’t know what I expected, honestly. Maybe in some super power or in an easy way out of this…Here I am unable to fight even you and getting scolded. Tch. Whatever. I’ll just do it by myself. I will stop at nothing to get my wish. My life depends on it. Maybe if you had joined me, you could’ve made it easier for everyone.”
He took off without saying anything more. It was a stupid idea to count on something like this in the first place. He really was desperate, after all.
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