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Post by Sanbu on Nov 8, 2019 23:08:44 GMT -6
Vacant Composition
Sanbu's PL: 86'000
Eerie, strange would be that atmosphere that Sanbu felt from this famed location on Namek. Though he had never seen it once before the rumors he heard served only but to underestimate the sheer grandiosity of the piece standing before him. An elaborate and meticulously crafted shrine made likely of the hand of some ancient artisan long passed away and marvelously lay the Majin before that very reliquary. "Awe-inspiring, this sophisticated piece of architecture stands here with a certain radiance to it. Their mysticism eludes me and yet I must learn more. Just what is a man supposed to do at times like these? I need not forget this image, I must put this to painting." Lounging about on the ground, the Majin would begin to apply his efforts steadily and put to paper his creative vigor. Taking hold of a brush in one hand as he made use of a careful series of ink jars and other, more finely pointed brushes to express the various mental and emotional processes taking place within him as he found pleasurable feeling in the participation of such a beloved activity. There was much to be taken note of and so little time to waste if he were to capture it all. With a hand careful as a surgeon's touch did Sanbu start to make certain strokes as to create the composition he had in mind. A scenery, its focus; The shrine and more importantly the legend surrounding it. "Ah, now there's a detail I was about to forget. This mythical creature, serpent-like or so they say. Much as in this painting of mine there's got to be a relation between this beast and the shrine itself. Much as this scenic depiction gives some context, without actual information to sustain the context's application one might as well not have it all. A good work of art is never born without inspiration and relation to the circumstances around it. I suppose I can continue at this craft despite it all but oh what a shame, truly." A slight sigh was had on Sanbu's part as he continued refining the unfinished painting, lost in thought while he worked away at the task at hand. <Information. Oh what a perturbing matter to talk about. Fleeting as the distant winds.>
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Post by Oboe on Nov 11, 2019 18:07:37 GMT -6
Oboe: Guru of Namek
Power Level: 173,907
Current Power Level: 1 (Energy Setting)
Finishing up the toils of a Guardian was an alleviation that one such as himself barely ever felt. There was always something new to do, something different to encounter. Lately, it had been disappointment in nearly everyone and everything he’d ever known since becoming this worlds leader. Friends had left without a word, his home – his village – assailed by one he took in to his hearth. Lessons abound, he was sure there was someone, somewhere on this world, who was laughing at his naivety. Though he had not been here in sometime, Oboe had needed to return the stone spheres that would soon return as Dragon Balls to the resting stones while they recharged. Once restored, he’d re-assign them to different village heads and leaders as was tradition. Yet, what had tradition done for him lately? He’d been magnanimous to most of the off-worlders whom had landed on Namek, but each one had left leaving their own scars on the world. It was enough to make someone begin to lose hope in how they’d been taught to approach life and her many situations. With a heavy sigh, Oboe – snapping himself from a reverie – prepared to lift back off into the sky, eager to return to the ruins of Oros Village and to the hopes of rebuilding. It was to be a daunting prospect, yet the young Sage felt himself up to the task. A suddenly spark of realization crept upon him like a chill up the spine. There was someone else here! Since the attack on Oros, most of the outlying villages and solitary homes of each and every individual clan had been forsaken for the safety of the Mori Capital. It was no wonder that he’d not noticed one bit that someone had been here seemingly oblivious in their own actions. With a practiced silence, Oboe; The Guru of Namek decided he’d poke in on the stranger and see what they were up to in front of such a holy monument to their people’s culture and religion. Effortlessly he’d glide just off the grass emanating no sound, no energy, masking his presence as best as he could. Lifting high into the sky before landing behind this creature, the Namekian would notice the contours and lines of what appeared to be a painting! Perhaps this visitor was here for the sights after all! With a smile plastered upon his face, Oboe would clear his throat. “Pardon me Sir; I don’t mean to startle you – but I just marveled at your work. You’re very talented!”
He would sincerely hope, in his very fiber, that he did not cause concern to the one whom had been here. Though he'd become a little less trusting over the past few days, he'd still deemed it needed for the commerce and trade of off-worlders to Planet Namek. After all, his conversation with Carro had made that abundantly clear to him. |
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Post by Sanbu on Nov 11, 2019 23:08:22 GMT -6
Sanbu's PL: 86'000
"Calm like still waters Focused like the winding stream Crashing as the waves"
The focused and emotionless expression on Sanbu's face came to mellow out as he finished muttering aloud some slight bit of poetry to himself. On days so easy, far from troubling things and scarce from vengeful pains, the Majin knew no ache to talk of. While not truly away, hard was it for his misery to stay so near and close where fear might come and find him. The hand from which his brush was being held relaxed into an open palm. Ink stopping dead in its tracks as his creative development appeared to equally take pause in the metaphorical sense. The painting would not be finished, at least not at the moment given the unforeseen interruption. While very much welcome, having been so concentrated on a certain kind of thinking made the natural separation from the activity all the more difficult. Sanbu's head turned oh so slightly as to properly gaze at the stranger who had come to grace his presence. Their appearance and power-level appeared to be both of the rather specific kind to his surprise, the likes of which he rarely saw. Even among Namekians, it was clear to him that something was not so typical about this individual.
"Oh? Umm.. hello? Do not trouble yourself, the pardon is of mine to give. I gather this location is not of the prevalent variety, a special element lingers in this place. Perhaps I was wrong to have trodden here. I am most pleased to hear that you have found some admirable quality in my ability as an ink painter. This life, so rarely is it captured in a state of blissful permanence. Not for the sake of some mechanical task but simply for its own sake alone. I fear that kind of thinking has long its place among the common clay. Art, it is much too underappreciated." Sanbu would set aside his various assortment of tools, brush included, to the very side of him. Clearing space for the sake of just sitting with an air of leisure for a change. Focusing more so on dialogue than actual artistic pursuits. "I must apologize, I do believe I have forgotten to respect the proper way of things." The Majin took a modest bow, returning the Namekian's smile with that of his own. "The name is Sanbu of the clan Kapsa. Pupil to the Method of the Burning Lantern. What name do you claim as your own?"
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Post by Oboe on Nov 18, 2019 19:11:12 GMT -6
The Namekian smiled and nodded as the stranger, though initially misunderstanding his intent, seemed to atleast appreciate his compliment. He found himself agreeing about how little time there was in life to take in the sighs and sounds of the world and could appreciate why he’d be drawn her. As he finished up his speech about his love of the Arts, the Namekian would nod as he apologized – introducing himself.
“Well met, Sanbu of the Clan Kapsa. I am Oboe of Clan Oros – Guru of Planet Namek. Master of the School of Gigun.” He smiled and nodded with a friendly inclination.
“I’ve never heard of the “Method of the Burning Lantern”, Its not very often we meet a traveler of your type. It is a welcome change – I assure you. I Trust you are finding our world to your pleasing? Some say it’s a good resting space for the soul – judging by your patient hand I’d say you’ve been very relaxed.”
There was no threat to be found in his tone. No ire, no annoyance – simple honesty. A trait that had both served the Guru well and wrong. Whether it was the Steno side of him however or his own experience, Oboe no longer seemed perturbed in hiding who he was. To the contrary, he declared himself right and open – as if the very act itself would protect his homeworld and deter any wrongdoers. In some ways, he hoped it would.
“We don’t normally receive patrons to the Shrine. It’s a welcome sight. Most of my brothers have been whisked away to the Grand Elder Village not far to the South. We don’t have much, but you’re always welcome to partake of our hospitality. After all, we try our best to assist those whom come here for spiritual knowledge as best we can.”
Oboe would step back and bow as respectfully as he could.
“Thank you, for sharing your art with me. I do not disagree that there seems to be no time for it. Woefully undersought is my thinking. Its welcome change of pace as Ive said.”
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Post by Sanbu on Nov 23, 2019 15:40:31 GMT -6
Sanbu's PL: 86'000
Slowly would Sanbu take this experience for all it was, knew it all too unnecessary to rush things. Life had been passing him by without true moment's rest and it bothered him terribly. To have at last gained the opportunity to repose and enjoy the scenery was one he greatly took to heart. Through no definition of the word was he all that productive a person but the path to power was inevitably being delayed through the ease of this setting. Despite the mixed feelings he had on the matter, Sanbu had already committed to this action. In his eyes, it was best to see it through given the point he had reached in the dialogue. One did not just leave abruptly when presented with the unique opportunity to probe the intellectual recesses of a fellow he had never seen before. A man who by the minute appeared to be grander than what the Majin had previously thought before.
The Majin was by no means well versed in the specific intricacies of Namekian politics but the particular ranking of Guru caught his attention immediately. Registering a fleeting memory that talked about such a figure or so to speak one who was Guru at one point in time some centuries ago. Nodding right back at Oboe, Sanbu smirked additionally. The setting and context behind their choice arrangement was a strange one and Sanbu knew too well that warm feelings could often help erode away the petrifying nature of the unknown. Now came the break, that which severed all ice between them or at least such was what Sanbu hoped. "I offer my salutations once more, I had not realized that I was being graced by the Guru of all people." The Majin would hold back any humorous element upon his countenance. Laughter broke away from the task at hand much too often, now called for a moment of gravity.
"All the same Guru, I have but only heard of the School of Gigun just now. Its always refreshing to hear of institutions from lands unlike the ones similar to its observer. I trust combat is taught in this school of yours? ...Anyways, I must agree. Change has been oh so welcome as of recent. I have long grown tired of stagnant living, evolution is but a part of all of us and some people seem to be under the illusion that we mustn't seek to move on and improve where we have failed. This has all been rather relaxing but I fear my repose may best be had at another moment. The matters at hand seem simply too important to disregard I dare say. I'm looking for comrades to help in this effort of mine."
The Majin lost all tense expression, returning to a softer demeanor as he came to bring back the dialogue to where it seemed most organic. To dread on the negative was something he enjoyed despite how much it troubled him. He got a kick out of that sort of a thing although he very much understood the danger in it regardless. Pressing on with the conversation, Sanbu would finally start again. Allowing words to surface at his lips before letting them run free as his thoughts had been doing ever since the start of this chance encounter. "Patron eh? Maybe, I am much too unaware of Namek and all of what it has to offer. I believe such a term will be all the more applicable when I become more versed with the people and the politics however I do carry a sympathetic heart to this region."
Sanbu went on to smile at the Namekian again, shaking his head as he offered a dismissive gesture with one of his hands. "Do not trouble yourself with compliments. As an artist, I do not make art but simply reveal the art that was already there. Nothing is really created or destroyed, perhaps made different but never really out of nowhere. I naturally must concur with that statement, a chance of pace is what we all need at a time like this. I fear for the things that are to come despite how my teachings have told me differently."
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