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Post by Karon on Nov 29, 2019 0:36:23 GMT -6
Karon's PL: 40,000 Zhida's PL: 5,000
The little run-down space shuttle puttered along through the green sky of Namek, moving at about the pace of an elderly man crossing the street. The ship needed a refuel yesterday. Karon sighed in the pilot's seat as he rubbed at his temple, watching the landscape go by. He'd been hoping to get farther than this but...well, he really shouldn't have expected more from this shuttle, with how cheap it had been. He twisted around to call behind him, "Alright kid, looks like we're making another stop."
Zhida's white-haired head poked out from the cargo hold that she's co-opted into a room of sorts, "Yeah, I figured. That's okay, I've never been to-- MISTER KARON!" She interupted herself by grabbing the back of Karon's seat, shouting in his ear, and pointing out the window. The blue ogre let out a string of curses and flailed a bit as his chair was yanked around.
"Jeez, yell a little louder, they didn't hear you back on Konats." Karon grumbled as he turned to see what the hell Zhida was so alarmed about. Steadily passing by bellow them was a town...or rather, what had once been a town. The only reason he could tell it had been a town at all was the remains of a few buildings here and there. The rest was burnt out or cratered. Someone or something very powerful had come through here, and they hadn't been in a good mood. Karon had seen destruction like this before: mass violence resulted in sudden death, which resulted in ghosts, and those ghosts tended to return to the scene of their demise. They weren't tasked with slaying anything on Namek though, so today it wasn't his problem, and he was content to keep on flying.
Until Zhida started shaking him by the shoulder, "Where are you going? Stop the ship! We need to see what happened!" Her boss might've been jaded to the world, but Zhida wasn't. She'd never seen something like this in her life. Karon was about to tell her off, but then he saw the look on her face. She was worried. Damn it all. He cursed himself for not having a stronger backbone and started the shuttle's landing sequence, "Alright, alright," He grumbled, "But just for a minute, then we find a real place to stop for the day."
"Yessir!" Zhida agreed, eagerly. Karon just rolled his eyes.
The ship soon landed on the outskirts of what was once Oros Village. Karon leaned up against the dinged hull, lighting a cigarette and looking generally bored with the whole place already. Zhida, on the other hand, raced over through the grass into the village proper, until she came to dark, scorched earth instead. She looked over the area with wide eyes. What exactly had happened here? She wasn't sure what she would do, if she was caught up in something like this. She didn't think she could defend against it. Was there anyone left?
If I got anything wrong w/ the village just lmk and I'll edit. I'm lazy and didn't comb through the DE for details.
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Post by Duran on Dec 2, 2019 14:26:05 GMT -6
A long and deep slumber had kept Duran in an exhausted and weak state, like someone that had just woken up from a long surgery. The Destron-Droid felt sick to his stomach, practically drained of the very fluid that kept his systems running. Luckily, his core was working as hard as it could to restock Duran of his vital Destron Gas. Duran was traveling to the city of the wise Elder Guru, Oboe. The transfusion Duran had to commit to to save Iyokan's life had taken a huge time, knocking the two out for more than a month. Much had happened in that time, from the brief and vague mentions Duran had picked up over the last few days. He couldn't quite place his finger on why, but Duran had a terrible feeling of dread loom over him. Like something truly terrible had happened while he was out of commission... As Duran was nearing the village, he looked up to see a small pod drag itself through the Namekian skies at a dreadful pace, quaintly descending down to the ground in the far horizon. How curious of a pod to land there...That is where Oros was located, after all.
Duran winced as his pace increased, worry rushing through his veins. The air on Namek had felt awfully weird lately. Gloomy. It kept the Droid on edge, wondering if it was just his paranoia getting to him, or something otherwordly. Regardless, he had to confirm his suspicion.
Metal feet dug themselves into the ground as Duran climbed to the top of a small hill that overlooked Oros Village. Once Duran reached the top, his vision fell on the devastation... ''What the...''
He froze, words fading into the wind. Duran's mind blanked, envisioning the worst for the people of Oros...Who was responsible? The familiar sight of searing craters and ash brought back unwelcome memories, ones that made his very core shiver. The Destron Droid tried to compose himself, spotting an unknown duo close to the destruction, that rusted pod he had spotted earlier closeby.
With tension gripping his lungs, Duran made his way to the duo, cautiously approaching them incase they knew more. ''You two!'' He bellowed, before shuffling over, still noticeably weak in his legs. Duran raised his hand as he came close, signalling that he meant no danger. There was panic in his eyes. ''Do...Do you know what caused this...?'' He asked, his breathing unsteady and eyes shaky.
Duran's PL: 32,000
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Post by Karon on Dec 3, 2019 8:59:31 GMT -6
Zhida stood there on the edge of the destruction, just staring out at it all. She was blown away by the sight before her. Things like this happened in the world, of course she'd known that, but knowing something and seeing it for yourself were two different things. She was so caught up in what she was looking at that she didn't notice the footsteps approaching, not until the voice those feet belonged to called out. Zhida turned to face the stranger, and--
She screamed in fear.
Zhida had never left Otherworld until recently, and the dead in Otherworld tended to appear as they were in their 'prime', so to speak. Whole. Any missing parts that were replaced by cybernetics weren't present there, the person simply regained whatever they had lost and spent the rest of their days in Heaven or Hell like that. There were exceptions, of course, but Zhida had never met any of them. So when a mostly mechanical man walked up to her, no matter how non-threatening he was trying to be, her first reaction was terror. What sort of monster was this? She drew her arms up between them and backed up a couple of steps.
Karon, however, was unphased. He'd met all sorts of people in his life, living and dead. A robot Saiyan wasn't the strangest, not by far. He sighed when he saw Zhida's reaction and pushed himself away from where he'd been leaned against the ship's hull. "Zhida, don't be rude." He called out to her. The younger ogre shot him a look as if he'd gone mad, but Karon just stuck his hands in his pants pockets and strolled on over. He stopped beside his cowering intern, exhaled a plume of smoke off to the side so it wasn't in anyone's face, and continued.
"Sorry about her, she's just a kid. We just got here though, so we're about as clueless as you." The blue ogre glanced aside to the ruined village, "I haven't been to this planet in years, I don't even know what this place was called. How about you? You from around here?" Somehow Karon doubted it. The man clearly wasn't a Namekian, but who knows? People made their homes all over. While Karon chatted casually as if they weren't standing at ground-zero of some disaster, Zhida stayed quiet. The initial shock and fear was mostly gone, but she was still watching the android with a trepidatious eye. |
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Post by Duran on Dec 5, 2019 10:13:47 GMT -6
Duran had hoped his sudden arrival wouldn't have caught either of the two strangers off guard, but ofcourse, it did. An ear-piercing shriek assaulted his hearing, causing Duran to jolt up in shock himself! Still exhausted, the Droid gasped for air as he placed a hand on his chest. He wasn't a stranger to people feeling intimidated by his appearance, but to have someone scream at the sight of him? Somewhere, Duran actually felt somewhat hurt.
''I, I...-'' He stammered, taking a few cautious steps backwards himself. The sudden confrontation of Oros' destruction, followed by this encounter- it all was a bit much for Duran's admittedly fragile mental state. He had still barely gotten the chance to recover from his coma.
Luckily, the blue-skinned man seemed a lot more relaxed. Duran quickly took control of his breathing as the stranger approached him, apologizing for Zhida's reaction. She was indeed just a kid, and that fact helped Duran relax further. He wasn't sure why, but he couldn't help himself but think of Belle when he looked at the small Zhida. Perhaps it was simply that they were both children, or perhaps he was missing Belle more than he'd like to think.
Regardless, Oros' destruction still assaulted his sights and thoughts. The cyborg shook his head at the duo, somberly. ''I am not. I have been living here temporarily, until...'' He paused, ''Well, it is not important.'' Duran would rather not share too many details of his past and current situation with complete strangers. Even after warming up to the Namekian natives, Duran remained wary and distrustful.
''You're on Namek.'' Duran said in a flat, hollow tone as his eyes moved to the crater-filled wasteland infront of him. ''...There used to be a village here: Oros. It was the home of this planet's spiritual leader, the Guru...'' The cyborg's masked voice began to trail off as further concerns and fears filled his mind. He had hoped the people of Oros were alive and well, but most of his concern went out to the Guru, Oboe. This could've very likely been a planned assault on Oboe himself. Duran could only hope that he made it out alive...
Duran continued to stare at the searing wastes, his eyes hollow. ''I was hoping to speak to him, but now...-'' A lump formed in his throat. ''Now it's all gone. Everything. My scanners aren't picking up any life signals, either...''
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Post by Karon on Dec 10, 2019 16:35:03 GMT -6
The mechanical man was obviously distressed by the whole situation, so Karon stood there with one hand in his pocket and let him gather his wits. He seemed hesitant to tell them too much about himself, but that was understandable. They were two off-worlders shown up out of nowhere, after all. When he told them the name of the planet, Karon chuckled, "I know what world we're on, yeah. I just meant the town. The Guru, huh?" Karon looked out over the ruins to blow out another plume of smoke, and Zhida looked up at him curiously, wondering what he was thinking, "I saw him last time I was here. Well, a Guru, I guess. He was wrinkled as shit, really old, and that was ages ago. You must have a new one by now, yeah?"
Zhida elbowed him hard in the side. He couldn't call a planet's spiritual leader 'wrinkled as shit', that was just rude! But Karon waved her off. The mechanical man mentioned not picking up any lifeforms nearby, so Karon reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his pair of sunglasses. They looked like a pair of plain, blue-framed glasses, but when he put them on the inside of the lenses had a readout not unlike a scouter, but in the symbols of Otherworld and not the common language. He let out a thoughtful "Hmm..." as he glanced around, "I don't see any...oh, there! ...No, that's a frog, false alarm. Guess no one's in range." His gaze fell on the man before them, "Oh hey, you're pretty strong." He commented idly.
"Maybe you could do a search around the area?" Zhida suggested, finally speaking up again, "Someone must have escaped!" She had no way of knowing that, of course, but she was trying to be optimistic. She felt a little bad for screaming in the man's face, but even after the initial shock she still found his appearance strange. After a pause, she continued, "I know this is a strange question to ask but, er...what are you, exactly? Oh, and your name, of course! I'm Zhida, this is Karon." She nodded up to her blue companion, who gave a brief wave in return. Karon was assuming this man was a cyborg of some sort, but he didn't say anything. It was best to let the guy explain himself. |
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Post by Duran on Dec 11, 2019 5:28:40 GMT -6
Duran let out a confused grunt as the Ogre mentioned the previous Guru. It seemed he had indeed been to Namek before, but the Guru he spoke of wasn't Oboe. He wasn't lying when he said it'd been ages, in that case. The Cyborg shook his head, sighing as he did so. ''Yes, you're likely speaking of the previous Guru. The one I know is quite young.'' Duran explained. He actually hadn't the slightest clue how old Oboe was, but the Namekian looked to be in the prime of his life. The Droid had no idea how Namekians aged, but he could always guess. ''His name is Oboe. I suppose that name doesn't ring any bells?'' Duran asked, raising an eyebrow.
He'd watch as the stranger pulled out his own 'Scouter', disguised as a pair of sunglasses. It was weird to see how technology had evolved over all those years he spent deactivated. To think they'd create Scouters that were more aesthetics than anything...He scoffed mentally.
Duran hummed dissapointedly as the blue Ogre confirmed Duran's scans. Apart from the occasional wildlife passing by, there was nothing left here. What surprised him a bit was the comment made on his Power Level, though. ''Hm?'' Duran hummed again- he hadn't really thought to check the pair's strength yet. His Scouter Eye ran a quick check, and it seemed the blue one was fairly strong! ''Well look at that, you two are fairly impressive in your own rights too.'' He shot the two an impressed compliment. They weren't anywhere near the strength of Iyokan or Korla, but he never really expected them to be. Much of anyone, for that matter.
As the younger, red Ogre talked, Duran wasted no time climbing down into the ash-filled crater. He took a knee in the midst of it, running his hand through the ash. It almost felt like sand; easy to sift through, and oddly cold. Duran's mechanical eye bleeped and flashed rapidly as it scanned the remnants of Oros, along with the soil underneath. Zhida's voice cut through the beeping of his eye however, and Duran turned his head to look at her from a distance. ''Zhida, and Karon. My name is Duran, pleasure.'' He spoke in a bit of a bland, hollow tone. His thoughts were still on Oros, after all. ''...I wish we'd met under better circumstances.'' He sighed out, gazing back to the ashes below him. Duran's eye changed back to normal and silenced itself. His analytics had finished up, and gave him a clear result on the data he needed. First came Zhida's question, though.
Duran stood to his full height again and turned to face the Ogres.
''As for what I am...Well,'' The Cyborg seemed a tad hesitant. ''Originally, I'm a half-Saiyan. I served in a long and terrible war, which resulted in me turning into what I am today.'' Duran raised his weaponized arm. ''To augment my power, I was turned into a Cyborg. It's a very long story, one that I'd rather not share.'' Lowering his arm, Duran had a difficult look in his eye that was hard to decipher.
''Anyway, I've scanned the soil. Judging by the temperature and texture, whatever happened here wasn't recent. Weeks must have passed, which explains why there isn't any life here...Everyone must have evacuated.'' Duran paused, as he croaked the following. ''...I hope.''
Duran gestured toward the vast plains besides them as he looked at the Ogres curiously. ''There is another village not too far from here. If there were any survivors, they're likely to have seeked refuge there.'' He paused. ''I wouldn't mind some company, if you two are interested.''
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Post by Karon on Dec 16, 2019 11:37:33 GMT -6
"Oboe..." Karon tilted his face up at the sky as he mulled that over. He wasn't the best with names, he'd admit that, but this one really wasn't sparking any memory, "Nope, can't say I've heard of him. Maybe we'll run into him before we ship off again. What's he look like? Tall, green, big ears?" He snickered once at his (somewhat specist) joke, earning him another frown from Zhida. The robot-man's compliment on their strength changed her mood, though. She stood up a little straighter, a little prouder. Karon just gave an easy grin and shrugged one shoulder.
They finally got a name for their new robotic friend, and Karon nodded along as he spoke, "Duran, alright. You're a Saiyan, huh? That explains the hair." He made a finger-wiggling gesture up towards his own head, a smirk still playing on his face. Everything seemed to be humorous to this guy. When Karon offered no further commentary or explanation, Zhida went over to the edge of the crater and squatted down there to continue talking to Duran. The cyborg was obviously upset about what had happened here, so the least she could do was be plain with him. If the mysterious strangers were less mysterious, that would be one less thing to worry about, right?
"You don't have to tell us, that's okay!" Zhida assured him, "We're not from around here. Er, obviously. We're ogres, from..." And there she paused. She wasn't sure on the protocol for this. Was their origin and mission a secret from regular mortals? How much were they allowed to say? She hadn't been briefed on this! She looked up to try and catch Karon's eye for some guidance, but the man had gone back to his smoking, and it was hard to tell if he was looking at her behind those sunglasses. Either way, he wasn't offering any help. With a slight huff, she decided to tell half of the truth, "We're ogres from Otherworld. It's our job to hunt spirits that escape from the afterlife, but...there don't seem to be any nearby."
At Duran's offer to accompany him, Karon started paying attention again. "Sure," he replied without hesitation, "Maybe this village can resupply us, get us some fuel." Zhida stood from the edge of the crater and looked back at him, a bit concerned, "Are we going to leave the ship here? What if something happens to it?" Both ogres took a moment to glance over at their shuttle. It was an older model of Vegetan ship, only slightly bigger than the round spacepods the Saiyans often used. It was obviously well used, scuffed up and dinged in a few places, and had no weapons to speak of. Karon turned back to Zhida to give her a flat look, "...I don't think anyone's going to steal that thing. Alright, Duran-man!" He shouted down to the cyborg in the crater, "Lead the way." |
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Post by Duran on Dec 16, 2019 21:20:31 GMT -6
Duran never expected the strange Alien duo to know about Oboe, but it couldn't have been bad to reveal his name. The Cyborg didn't give much of a reply to Karon's 'joke'. Whether he didn't understand it or genuinely didn't care for it was up for interpretation. Duran did have quite a serious demeanor to him, after all. As the conversation continued, all Duran did was hum strangely in reply to Karon's further reactions, nodding as he did. In any other situation, he would've gotten fairly pissed at Karon for being so humerous and indifferent to everything. The Ogre was lucky that his mind was still stuck on Oros' safety, and Oboe's whereabouts. This encounter could've gone a whole lot differently otherwise. The Cyborg's head turned curiously to Zhida as she started to reveal what exactly they were. ''Ogres?'' Duran repeated her, raising a brow in confusion. He had never heard of those before. Was it an Alien race? Had to have been. Zhida seemed anxious to reveal the truth to Duran, looking to Karon for any sort of guidance. Yet it was quite obvious how much the blue-skinned 'Ogre' cared. Although, when Zhida finally revealed said truth to Duran....well, it was obvious why she was being careful.
Duran however, he couldn't comprehend the answer. He chuckled nervously.
''Haah, afterlife. Hahah, that's...That's funny...'' Duran continued to chuckle, swallowing anxiously. Karon and Zhida's small exchange fell on deaf ears to him. The Cyborg's shocked 'amusement' quickly faded as Zhida spoke to him again, prompting the Cyborg to lead the way. It brought him to his senses, in a way. Back to the here and now. There was no way, right? She had to have been joking.
''No.'' Duran huffed frustratedly, an angered glare settling in his eyes. ''We're not going anywhere until you explain yourselves properly...!'' The Cyborg began to hiss. Sadly for Zhida, she chose the wrong person to drop such a bombshell on. Death was a touchy subject for Duran, who had already been face to face with it for so long. ''Let me tell you one thing; I'm not in the mood for jokes. Especially those. Do you really think I'd buy that crap?'' The Cyborg's Ki began to build, slowly rising. The Saiyan within him was angry, and any wrong word could set him off completely.
''This entire village could've gotten murdered, and here you two are spouting bullshit about an afterlife...Do you think that's funny?!'' In truth, Duran was moreso angered about it due to his past. Somewhere, Zhida's joke had struck a very personal chord with him. It was something in her tone, as if she wasn't lying. But Duran could never believe that. His people had died long ago, and he's had to struggle accepting that ever since.
The Cyborg momentarily closed his eyes, letting out a raspy breath through his mask before he opened his eyes again. It has hard for him to calm down due to the Saiyan genese within him, but it was clear that he was trying. ''Now,'' Duran sighed out raspily. ''Who are you two, really? Because you either tell me the truth, or don't tell me anything at all.'' He asked them in a blunt tone, eyes lowering in disdain and anger.
''Because I cannot stand liars.''
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Post by Karon on Dec 19, 2019 20:53:28 GMT -6
That had been decidedly the worst thing she could have said.
After Zhida's explanation of who they were and where they had come from, Duran's whole demeanor changed. The cyborg became incensed and angry, he seemed to think she was mocking him. Playing some cruel joke. But it wasn't a joke, it was her life! Zhida knew that, Karon knew that, but...she didn't have anything that would prove it, not to an outsider. She doubted her intern's temporary ID would mean much to him. Duran continued to stare her down and demand answers, and she felt a little twist of fear in her heart, similar to when she first saw his mechanical visage.
"I-- I'm not lying! Or being funny! That's really where we're from, we're really ogres! What else would we be? We-- I-- Um..." Zhida stammered, losing her nerve and backing up a step. At his spot a few paces away Karon dropped his cigarette to the ground, crushed it under the heel of his shoe, and stepped forward. He positioned himself between Zhida and Duran, but not directly in front of the younger ogre. Hands in his pockets, he looked down at Duran with a similar bored, tired expression that he'd been wearing this entire time, but any humor behind it was gone.
There were no strict rules about telling mortals what they were, where they came from, but in Karon's experience it was better to keep shut about it. People had unpredictable reactions when confronted with the idea of life after death, especially the idea that it was...well...not anything special. He had wanted the kid to learn that lesson for herself, but this Duran looked like he was liable to blast a hole through her if she said the wrong thing. Karon couldn't report back to the office with a dead teenager.
"I could give you a more palatable story, if you want." Karon told Duran as he pulled his sunglasses off his face, "We're travelers from Brench here on vacation and we noticed this terrible destruction. ...That's a planet, right? Brench? Yeah. Believe that instead, if it's easier for you. Or believe what the kid here told you, because it's the truth, and you've got a stick up your metal ass about lying. I don't care which you believe, honestly, but I'd appreciate you cooling it." He met the cyborg's gaze with serious, dark eyes, "We good?" |
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Post by Duran on Dec 26, 2019 14:44:18 GMT -6
As he glared down into Zhida's eyes, he saw the genuine fear and stress within them. The small 'Ogre' was afraid of Duran, that much was obvious- but then why would she lie so flatly infront of him? Well, the answer was simple...Zhida likely wasn't lying. There was honesty in her tone, and the desperation in her voice as she swore that her story was true couldn't have been faked. If it was, then she was a damn good actress.
Duran's inner frustration grew higher as the red Ogre stepped back, and Karon took her place, stomping on his cigarette as he faced Duran. The Cyborg looked down into the Ogre's tired, deadpan eyes, staring straight back. The Android was ready for a fight, if it truly came down to it. Deep down though, Duran didn't wish for any violence. He was simply upset and frustrated, wanting so badly for his doubts to be true. It's not that he thought the duo were lying, no...It's that he wanted them to be lying. The afterlife couldn't exist, it just couldn't...!
''Goddamnit...!'' Duran hissed through his teeth, looking down with closed eyes and a shaking fist as Karon confronted him. What was he supposed to do? Believe the obvious lie to soothe his nerves, or just come to terms with reality? The Android breathed silently for a moment, letting Karon's question linger in the air.
An Afterlife...Duran never thought such a thing possible.
That meant that somewhere, somehow, his people were still there.
''...I believe you.'' He finally admitted in a humble tone, eyes opening as his muscles relaxed. The Android sighed out, before he looked up at Zhida and Karon. ''I'm sorry. I lost a lot of people in that war I mentioned...It took me a long time to accept that they were truly gone, and to now hear that there's an Afterlife, it goes against everything I've told myself.'' Duran's tone was soft and somber. Somewhere, he felt guilty for his anger before, and how much it scared the little one. It showed in his demeanor. ''I didn't want to scare you. Sorry.'' He spoke quite flatly, looking down at Zhida with a nod.
Duran allowed some silence to wash over them so he could catch his breath and come to his senses properly. Now that the initial shock had been dealt with, the Android figured he might as well let his curiosity run wild now that he still could. If these Ogres truly were from the world beyond, maybe they knew of the Tuffles' fates? Nevertheless, it couldn't hurt to learn what he could.
''So, how accurate is our standard depiction of the Afterlife? Do places like Heaven and Hell exist? ...Does God exist? ''
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Post by Karon on Dec 30, 2019 1:07:14 GMT -6
The three of them stood there by the crater for a long, tense moment as Duran grappled with what he'd been told. Karon watched him with a hardened expression, his hands out of his pockets and ready to draw his sword from his coat if need be. Zhida stood close by, peeking out from behind Karon for what felt like forever, but was really only a minute, at the most. But Duran did come around to believing them, and the angry air about him vanished, replaced by curiosity. Zhida sighed and smiled with relief, while Karon just stuck his hands back in his pants pockets, posture going lax and a bit slumped once again.
"Good. I'd hate to have to kill you." He said casually, like he was talking about the newspaper crossword and not murder, "Don't get your hopes up about your people though. Depends on how long it's been. They might be there, they might not. I've got no way of knowing from here." He sat down at the edge of the crater.
"Mister Karon!" Zhida hissed at him, then turned to Duran, "I'm sure your people are fine, Mister Duran! Don't worry!" She tried to reassure him. Zhida had no idea if his people, whoever they had been, were still in Otherworld, or if they'd long since been soul recycled, but she felt bad crushing the cyborg's hopes as soon as they'd been given to him. When he apologized to her, she blinked at him in surprise, then went a little redder and stood up tall, "Ah! No, don't worry. I wasn't scared! Not at all." It was a poor lie.
Karon retrieved the carton of cigarettes from his breast pocket and plucked a new smoke out, since his last one was crushed into the dirt, only half finished. "You're looking at a native of Hell right here. Zhida's an Upper Worlds kid, right? Or Heaven, whatever you want to call it." He looked back toward Zhida for confirmation, and she nodded, "A lot of the stories I hear down here are so...dramatic. Our world is way more boring than you people like to say it is." Karon gestured for Duran to come sit with him, any malice from moments before gone, and held out the carton out towards him, "You smoke? ...Er, can you smoke? You got a mouth under there?" He gestured to his own face, trying to indicate Duran's purple faceplate.
Zhida groaned, but didn't bother being more offended than that. He shouldn't just ask people if they had mouths or not, but she knew he wouldn't care if she said anything. She sat down at Karon's other side and looked out over the remains of Oros village, "I wouldn't call it boring. We never have things like this happen. N-not that this is exciting! I mean, it is, but not fun exciting-- you know what I mean, right?" She winced, clearly afraid of saying the wrong thing and setting Duran off again, "As for god...I don't quite know what you mean. There's the Kais, if that's what you mean. They're basically deities, we ultimately all work for them. We're just regular people though!" She waved her hands in front of her suddenly, "We're not demi-gods or anything. And, um..."
She put a hand to her bottom lip in thought and glanced between Karon and Duran, "What else...?" |
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Post by Duran on Dec 30, 2019 12:59:20 GMT -6
The tense air was nearly palpable as Duran and Karon stood eye to eye, both seemingly ready to lash out at only the slightest of unwelcome movement. Through the intense silence, Duran was having an inward battle, an uphill climb that he struggled to complete. After a hard struggle however, Duran managed to come to his senses, able to quell his anger.
Luckily, the Ogre duo could forgive Duran for his brief outburst, and were willing to answer his questions despite his earlier threats. Duran let out a disappointed hum at Karon's indecisive answer, but Zhida was quick to soothe his doubts after all. ''So they could really still be around? Hm...'' Duran averted his gaze for a second, looking at the ground for a moment as he thought. ''Well, this certainly feels strange.'' He spoke in an oddly blank tone. The Cyborg wasn't sure if he should feel happy or not. Sure, the Tuffle people might still exist. But they were dead regardless, in the afterlife. There was no way he could meet them. Not unless he died.
His thoughts were cut off by Zhida's voice. Duran looked down at her, and smiled under his mask. ''Alright, good to hear. I'm glad.'' He replied, once again in a somewhat blank tone. He could easily tell the Ogre was lying as to not seem rude, but Duran didn't pay it any mind. He looked to Karon as he fished out a smoke and explained more of their heritage. Seemed he was a native of Hell, while Zhida came from Heaven. It was pretty mindboggling to think about, so Duran simply accepted it for what it was.
''Really?'' He hummed back, walking over to sit next to Karon. He glanced at the pack of cigarretes, and shook his head. ''Unless you're carrying a set of screwdrivers, the only way this is coming off is along with my entire jaw. It's not a pretty picture regardless, I can assure you.'' Duran spoke in a bit of a self-mocking tone, chuckling all the while. ''Anyhow...It's boring, you said? I can't help but struggle believing that. Then again, the entire concept of a world beyond this one existing...It's a bit much to take in.'' Duran sighed out, running a robotic hand through his hair. He could really have gone for one of those smokes right now, in hindsight. Would soothe his headache, surely...
Zhida spoke up again, stumbling over her own words as he'd expect a child would. So nervous around adults, especially intimidating figures like Duran. Not that he could blame her, with the earlier outburst having just happened...
What she said though, was awfully intriguing. If he was on the same page as the red Ogre, there wasn't one true 'God', but instead, lots. ''The Kais?'' Duran repeated after her, raising a brow. The Cyborg scoffed loudly. ''So they do exist.'' He paused. ''I never wanted to believe it...'' A disdainful eye was cast out infront of him. Duran gestured toward the wasteland infront of them.
''What kind of god would let this happen? What kind of god would let my people go extinct...?''
Silence fell over them. He never expected an answer from the Ogres, nor did he want one. Duran simply scoffed again, shaking his head in disgust.
''So what do these 'Kais' do anyway? Do they just sip tea and watch us from above, pretending to be the grand protectors of the mortals?'' Duran openly mocked and ridiculed them in a loud and harsh tone. He grunted annoyedly, resting his chin on his hand as he stared at the craters ahead.
''Pathetic...''
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