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Post by Kiko Kai on Nov 18, 2019 10:56:07 GMT -6
Kiko’s PL: 5,000
With Senny having parted ways with Kiko, at least for now, Kiko was left to finish up her affairs on Namek before heading into the Demon Realm alone. She needed to do a lot of things. Find her disciples, make sure Senny wasn’t going to go off and do something rash, train and study to be a worthy Supreme Kai candidate. But, the most important thing she needed to do before leaving Namek was to help rebuild the village that got blasted by the brat Kitiana. She had done something similar on Konats for the Konatsians, so she was pretty familiar with how to do it. With a tired flick of her wrist, she produced some materials and organized them according to one of the villager’s instructions. It took her a couple goes before she got the shape down right. Her first attempts all looked like happy kittens. Finishing up with the first couple houses, Kiko sat down on a rock and rubbed the bridge of her nose. She felt like this whole experience had aged her a thousand years. She didn’t really look the part of divine god right now either. She was wearing her training tracksuit instead of her usual Shinjin garb. Her hair was unkempt, and she had scratches and dirt all over her. The thought to help with the rebuilding efforts had come to her in the middle of a training session, so she hadn’t really thought to clean up. It might have also been the sleep deprivation that led to that poor decision. When she wasn’t training, she was studying at Namekian libraries for all she was worth, eventually falling asleep on the scripts only to be shooed out by testy librarians. It was really hard being on her own. Basil used to take care of her lessons and made sure that she got enough breaks. Brand would have been a good instructor for all this exercise. And Bravo would have made the best snacks for all of it. Kiko felt herself drooling just thinking of his freshly baked cookies. She missed them dearly and was assailed by constant worry for them. Brand could probably protect the other two… but still. She needed to get to them as soon as possible. But she had to be stronger to brave the Demon Realm by herself. Kiko ran a hand through her dusty silver hair and slapped her cheeks to work herself up. Just as soon as she was done here, she could go looking for them! “Okay! Back to work!”Pushing herself unsteadily to her feet, Kiko marched over to the next house that the Namekians were attempting to construct. She was staring at it, trying to figure out the shape of the pieces that she needed to materialize, so she completely missed the fact that someone was in front of her. She slammed into them, sending her sprawling onto the ground. Normally, she might have blustered something about them watching where they were going or some other prideful nonsense, but Kiko was exhausted. Plus, she was the one at fault anyway. “Oof… ouchie…”
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Post by Oboe on Nov 25, 2019 16:44:03 GMT -6
Rebuilding Oros Village into the City he had envisioned had been a difficult task. Awakening every day and beginning work early in the morning only to end late in the evening had become a consistency in his every day schedule. He was lucky, in some ways, that Grand Elder Percus had sent him some help in the form of other Dragon Castes talented with creation magic. Each of the gathered Namekians (24 in total) used their mystical powers to generate materials and structures in an expedited manner. It may not have been the hard work that the Warriors were doing in the main center of the mountain, but it was still an exhausting exercise.
Overseeing the construction was the Guru of Namek – Oboe. With a discerning eye he compared the generation of buildings and structures to the rough blueprint he’d fashioned up since the fall of his village. Much different than before, he’d allowed for many more buildings in a smaller area to be setup – creating more a city then a Village. He was grateful to the help he’d received; Korla and the Tuffles had offered there hand where they could – offering industrialization and technology to help bolster the township.
Carro’s drones were working overdrive repairing the buildings that were being manually crafted – unlike the ones his Dragon brothers were setting up with Magic. Every piece was moving along its directed and intended course and Oboe couldn’t have been happier. So lost was he in his own thoughts that when the thud of someone bumping into him occurred, he barely had it register!
“oof! Sorry!” He called out before turning to regard the person whom had come into contact with him. What met his gaze however, or whom, was not a Namekian but instead a white haired, purple/bluish skinned alien of which had some recognition.
“…Ah. Shinjin Kiko right? I think we met briefly…the day this all happened.” His tone was friendly but there was clearly a level of distrust there. They had not had the best first interaction. He clearly recalled her stance and her sides from that day, but seeing her here? Helping? It meant something.
“Thank you for your help. While my brothers and I are skilled with Magic – you Kai’s are above the rest. With this we’ll have the place done in no time. Its appreciated.” It was curt, short. It was clear that she mad Oboe uncomfortable but as to why? That would take a discussion.
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Post by Kiko Kai on Feb 23, 2020 18:51:33 GMT -6
Pushing herself up off the ground, Kiko pretty much immediately recognized the Guru of Namek from that day. Ah, good. The one person that she really hadn’t wanted to run into. Oh well. Dusting her tracksuit off, she smiled a bit uncertainly and wearily up at him. This was awkward. She could very much hear the distrust in his tone. Well, she couldn’t really blame him. Kitiana and the resulting chaos that she had caused… Kiko wasn’t exactly on the side of the righteous avengers.
“Kiko Kai, yeah, but Kiko’s fine. Kai of Pride, something or other…” Her face turned an odd shade of purple as she looked away at the rest of the village. His thanks were hollow and curt. It was definitely not… not an ideal situation. Kiko knew what she had to do, but her pride niggled at her. Mm. Well, if she was going to be Supreme Kai one day, she couldn’t let little things like this stop her, right?
She fidgeted and tucked her hands behind her back, forcing herself to look up at him. “Hey… I’m… sorry about… everything that happened,” Kiko sighed softly and hugged herself. The resulting aftermath hadn’t been pretty either. Sensoa had left and Kiko had a really bad feeling about it. “But… I still can’t condone killing. It just… cycles and doesn’t bring anything good, you know? I mean I haven’t really lived long enough to see it myself - I’m only thirteen of your mortal years old, but that’s sort of what my teachers taught…”
Ugh. This was so uncomfortable. Apologizing was not one of Kiko’s strong suits. Realizing her faults wasn’t one either, but that day had brought so many of them to light. It showed her just how much further she had to go. That all started with rescuing her followers in the Demon Realm. She couldn’t spend too much time here, but… she wanted to do her best to make amends.
“Do you… um… wanna… talk about it somewhere else…?”
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