Xanathar
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Post by Xanathar on Dec 24, 2019 13:22:04 GMT -6
He always hated flying as it gave him to much time to think on his own, even when he was not burdened with such heavy thoughts it had gotten to him. With his mind jumping form one extreme to another he did not notice he was slowly pulling away form his brother, the subtle difference their strength just enough to create a small gap between them. Still he had good reason to worry as for all they knew the Guru could deny them training due not wanting to see any more of the sons of Namek die on the battle field. Regardless he mind was set and even if the Guru said no he would keep to his training on his own if he had too, the faces of the dead still haunting him as finally looked behind him to see his brother slowly falling behind him. Slowing down he allowed his brother to catch up before flying close enough to hear each other in case he pulled ahead again.
"So you got a plan to convince him to train us? I really hope he is willing but in the off chance that he is not do you have any ideas were we could get training elsewhere? Ill say it now even if he says no I plain to keep our path and will find another to train us if it is needed."
He said with a questioning gaze, his eyes filled with purpose as he tried to hammer out their plans. He did not think it was likely they would be refused but it was better for them to be on the same page if it came to that. Still as they got closer to the destination it filled his heart with hope as he felt so many of his race alive in well in the Elder Village. Compared to their small home this might as well be a metropolises for their race as it was the heart of their people, although compared to many of the other races it would hardly be considered a city much less a small town. Their race lived long lives and rarely multiplied compared to the other races making it hard for them as a people to reach the numbers the others had. Still the elder village was quite a feat still as he had everything their people could want for their daily life on Namek and more. It was even known for the fact that other races lived here along side of them and even could produce ships to carry their people elsewhere if they so desired.
"Hmmm its been a long time since we came here brother.....was the last time with father?"
He asked unsure as saw his first alien wondering the streets below them, a sight that filled him with more anger then it should. These people were theirs as well and more then a few had even fought beside them during the attacks,none the less his heart was filled with a small bit of rage at the sight of them. In a effort to control himself he started to a simple mental excise as the finally landed near the Gurus home, the large building over looking the entire village much life a father watching its children. With both feet on the ground he turned to his brother and awaited for him to move forward, his habit of following his brothers lead still showing to this day.
"So figured out how you want to do this?
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Xander
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Post by Xander on Dec 24, 2019 15:07:13 GMT -6
Xander's had been distracted most of the flight over here, his eyes staring at the ground as he flew with his arms crossed. He had been sensing others now that he had come closer but as his Brother slowed down and spoke to him, the Namekian returned his gaze to Xanathar. The worry of being rejected in his mind, but Xander was not worried. Not because he didn't fear rejection, but that he would not give up in his efforts to get training. He had come here with his mind made up that he would not allow himself to be rejected or dejected by his training being turned down.
"We shall see... If we are turned away, then we will simply find another path."
Xander's eyes then turned to the village, landing in the town with ease before Xander was greeted with the sight of aliens. His face made no change, but on the inside he felt his rage boil up. They didn't deserve their lush world, even if it had been extended with open arms. He had seen the cause of their welcoming strangers into their homes. Of allowing people to freely land upon their world and run rampant. He said nothing as he walked forward, not turning to his brother as he asked the last time they had been here. This thankfully turned his thoughts to more wholesome feelings and memories. Thinking back, the two of them as kids walking down the streets.
In his minds eye, he saw the two of them, young and ignorant. Holding their father's hands as they went about their business, a memory that had been forgotten till recently. Lost times in an age that couldn't be gotten back, a peaceful era which had been taken from them. The Namekian looked on as his mind returned to the present.
"Yes..."
A flashing memory of their dying father, the feeble magics he had wielded unable to really help their father live any longer. But regretful thoughts for later as the brother turned to Xanathar.
"No. We shall see how it goes."
Xander then walked forward, continuing on until finally they arrived at the place Guru was suppose to be. Xander couldn't tell if Guru was within the house, his focus lacking due to the presence of others nearby. His attention was so diverted it was hard to focus on any one energy source. Xander simply knocking on the door before placing his hands in his pockets to think about what he was going to say. He was never good with words, that was Xanathar's thing of the two. He supposed they would just need to figure it out as they go.
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Post by Oboe on Dec 24, 2019 15:51:29 GMT -6
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Grand Elder Village. For generation it had acted as one of two governmental locales for the people of Namek, holding – in many ways – more significance due to its religious application and background. This was the home of many, if not all, of the former Guru’s of Namek. Each having resided in this large village (for Namek) with the other Grand Elders where they distributed their wisdom, to the entirety of their people. While the Caste Temples were the primary sources of education in each of the regarded categories (Combat, Magic, Healing) it was here that most decisions had been made for thousands of years. It was for this reason, above all others, that Oboe, of Clan Oros – the current Guru of Namek – had deemed it unwise to remain there during his tenure. In his short time as leader of Planet Namek – both spiritually and politically – the Sage had encountered his fair share of things, foreign and domestic. He’d met prodigies and ambassadors. Warriors and Despots. He had traveled the sea of stars on his pilgrimage of enlightenment and come home wiser for the experience. At only 18 years, he had already accomplished more than many of his brothers. It was because of this that he’d grown a healthy awareness of the horrors of off world. It was these fears that had led him to stay elsewhere, residing in his home Village of Oros. This calculation was more to the comfort of his fathers Village than some holy place that everyone flocked to based on tradition. He wasn’t keen for tradition in many ways, but he did adhere to most of it. From Oros he had run the Planet, taught younglings and embraced offworlders. It was the later fact that had most assuredly led to its recent destruction at the hands of one he had sought to enlighten. He had been wrong. That error had nearly cost the lives of every citizen whom had ever decided to lay roots in the village. How many had been displaced due to this? How many of the clans whom had been members of Oros for generations had been scattered? His fathers dream of a United Namek had died that day, and so too had a piece of Oboe. Now homeless, he found himself meditating in the chamber of his former mentor; Weary after many weeks creating a new City – a replacement, no, Enhancement to the former village. A Rasp came at the door, its sound grating to his tired ears. “Elder Percus, please…” He called, eliciting a grunt from a pale-green skinned elder; hundreds of years into his own life. This man, Percus, had been the Grand Elder of the Dragon Caste for many a generation and it was he whom had once taught this upstart. Still, He and Oboe had always held a special relationship, probably due to his former allegiance to his father. It was this reason that he’d do as he was asked and answer the door. “Yes? How may I help you?”The Grandfatherly Namekian asked with a kindness. He was clearly happy to see travelers, but also weary on the soul. His years were nearly up. |
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Xanathar
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Post by Xanathar on Dec 24, 2019 20:20:59 GMT -6
His eyes lighting up at the sight of the elder Xanathar could only smile at the friendly face as he gave deep nod to the elder, the older mans face reminding him of his own home before the attack. He was not aware just how much he missed having elders around as most of them had been simply unable to get away. It was only then he realized he had been staring at him, his embarrassment now over as he quickly tried to correct the situation.
"Forgive me elder but we come form one of the many out skirt villages in hopes of meeting the Guru. We have come with a request of him that is extremely important to us and beg for a meeting."
He quickly spoke as his words switch to more measure tone as he finally collected himself. Most elders had a open door policy and would allow any of their wards to come to visit them freely. But this was the Guru of Namek and as such it would not be all the odd for it take several days before he could deal with a pair of uninvited guests. Still he stressed how important it was for them in hopes of skipping the need to wait even longer, the longer they were to wait the less time they would spend training.
"I am Xanathar and here beside me is my brother Xander. I do hope we are not interrupting anything important with our request elder."
He said quickly after he realized he had not introduced them to the elder, another blunder on his part he knew. This was a good reason why he left the talking to his brother and focused more on working the land instead of trying talk. His brother was one of the few people that always seemed to know what he wanted to say or do even when he fumbled his words or actions. Perhaps it was due to this he never really learned how socialize with his people more then what was needed for every day life on Namek. Still even he knew he was fumbling pretty bad as he slowly took a step back and allowed his brother to step up and talk for a bit instead of him fumbling it the entire trip. He would really hate himself if he had lost the opportunity to train due to his lack of social graces.
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Xander
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Post by Xander on Dec 25, 2019 9:21:23 GMT -6
Xander watched the door, his focus broken up so much so that he didn't even notice it was open until the elder spoke and his brother replied. Xander was finding it difficult to properly hear or truly constrain his concentration. It was like he was out of his element, like a fish out of water. It wasn't that he wasn't use to villages, it was that the many different life forces he could sense were throwing him out of wack. He had always been sensitive to the elements of the world, and with that came life as well. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but it was like being surrounded by a crowd with no personal space. He felt uncomfortable, cramped, and overwhelmed. He kept a straight face, but his eyes spoke of the uncomfortable sensation he felt.
"We seek training at the hands of Guru."
Xander said after his brother, bluntly stating their intentions. It was a bit rude, but in truth the boy was rather furious in the recent events of his village being destroyed by aliens and being in a village full of the blasted things. He hated this accursed placed more than he cared to attempt, unaware of the hatred he was possibly displaying in his body language. He didn't mean to be rude to an elder naturally, but his current circumstances along with the plight of their people had truly driven him forward.
"We are from Oros Village."
Xander stated, to clarify why they were there. It wasn't exactly a secret a bunch of people had fought outside of it and it was now in ruins. Vast power levels throwing their weight around was a pretty good sign of danger.
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Post by Oboe on Dec 26, 2019 19:35:27 GMT -6
The Sharp hearing of a Namekian did nothing to mute the sounds of the pair speaking to Percus. Even from across the building, Oboe clearly heard the intent of the visitors and listened as his former teacher regarded them. Survivors? Of Oros Village? He wondered who they could’ve been. He’d grown up his whole life in Oros, though he’d taken his sabbatical during the longer months training away within the temples proper, yet it had always been the one location he’d return to time and time again. So familiar with the village was he, that he began to guess at whom was at the door.
Many names and faces went through his mind, each with a valid and strong reason for not wanting to continue on with life as it was. Yet, to his best ability, he could not discern the voices or recognize their originators. He listened, intently, as Percus continued;
“I see! You two are survivors from Guru’s village. You have my deepest sympathy of any losses you may have incurred. Please, enter.”
Percus would step aside, clearing the way for the duo. It was this warm act of kindness that annoyed Guru to the core. Oboe had simply wished to remain in this house, peacefully, for the next three days without interruption. His work on the rebuilding of Oros Village, soon to be City, had been exhausting! The sheer amount of magical prowess it had taken to create such magnificent structures had drained his mana pool quite substantially. Meditating as he was, in solitude, was the only surefire way he knew to replenish his reserves.
So, with Percus knowing this, why did he allow the pair in? Surely it wasn’t because he thought that the locale of their raising had warranted special attention? Could it? No…that couldn’t be right.
As Guru contemplated the others intentions, Percus merely offered grandfatherly words;
“Are you two thirsty? We have fresh water and fresh fruit. I can’t promise Lord Guru will see either of you two today; but Im sure if you sit and wait here for him he’ll approach at some point. Why not relax and tell me a bit more about yourselves hm? I can’t say Ive seen either of you in the Dragon Caste’s temples or ceremonies. Were you home-taught? Raised in the village by one of Saw’s many Sages?”
Percus, of course, spoke of Oros Villages founder – the Guru’s Father – Saw. It was said that he’d done things a tad differently in his own clan, and as such they’d come to depend on personalized lesson plans as opposed to sending their young to the Temples for guidance. It was frowned upon, but not unheard of. It was perhaps this that could explain the sheer tremendous power radiating out of the duo before him. In all his years, the only person he’d ever encountered with such raw and untempered force was, well, Oboe. His eyes might be fading, but his ability to sense power hadn’t. He hoped that Oboe too would sense their presence, and become curious.
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Xanathar
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Post by Xanathar on Dec 27, 2019 12:37:04 GMT -6
Xanathar worried they might have come to the wrong place, his senses only picked up the a super faint power level in the back and the elder in front of him. Still the elder said this was the correct place so maybe he was reducing his power level in some way? It was strange that he would need to do that here but perhaps he did it as a form of training? It was a interesting thought but for now he let it slide as he turn back the elder before giving a sad nod at the elders condolences.
"Its alright elder I know you would have given your all to prevent that form happening if you could. That is also why we are here to prevent it form happening again if we can help it."
He replied, his words now almost automatic after being told similar things by many of the other villages that had been untouched by the attacks. He did not mean for himself to sound so detached by it all but one could only shed tears for so long before their was none left. He gave a sad smile to the elder to assure him he was alright as he entered the building, his eyes roaming the structure. It was a pleasant enough building
"I take one of those sour fruits called lemons if you have some. If not anything bitter or sour would be welcome elder. My brother and I are the sons of Jandus. Our father kept us close to the village and for the small amount of time we had with him we were glad to do so. I was trained their in the very village as a warrior caste since I was a bit wild when I was young to say the least."
Xanathar spoke slowly as he tired to not make a fool of himself, still it was nice to talk about it a little even after so long. He wondered if his brother would be happy about it or if he would keep to himself. Regardless he wanted to be stronger and if he had to wait here for weeks he would if that is what it would take to see the Guru. He was sure the man was extremely busy with it all and their unannounced arrival did not help the situation at all and it would not surprise him he they were chased out much like he had been when he was being noisy as a kid.
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Xander
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Post by Xander on Dec 27, 2019 14:49:15 GMT -6
Xander simply bowed his head as they were invited into the home, walking forward before examining the interior. It was very nice on the inside and Xander wondered who lived here. But regardless of who lived her, Xander looked to the elder when asked if he wanted anything, Xander shaking his head in response. He took a seat as he was instructed, crossing his arms as he did so. The elder was responded to by his brother before responded about being of the warrior caste.
"I am of the dragon cast, I was able to use healing at a young age and was told to work alongside the sages. I mainly worked in the fields, healing what little I could against diseases and small injuries."
Xander answered before looking at the floor in thought.
"But I couldn't heal those lost in the last dragon ball hunt."
That look of sadness only lasted but a moment, yet in that moment anguish was written on his face. But it was gone quickly as it came, the priest in training looking to the elder.
"I along with my brother lived in the village till recently. With the lose of our village and homes, we did lose a few to illness. Though we were present when the Guru saved us. Seeing him stand up to all those who would harm the innocent... to save his own people then when he stood up once more to stop the fighting. His presence caused everyone to stop fighting and his leadership was so commanding others obeyed even though they were not namekians."
Xander thought back to all the others leaving when he told them to leave, of how Guru had been a driving force in putting an end to the conflict. A truly moving moment that made Xander memorize every detail, and he would not forget it anytime soon.
"I would seek the power to aid our Guru, to lighten the burden upon our Guru. I want to help him bring peace to namek so those damned able aliens wont think they can just come take our dragon balls as they see fit. So they cant use our world as play ground."
Xander looked at the elder in earnest, his eyes full of determination and the desire to grow stronger. He wanted to bring peace to namek and if that meant he had to suffer grueling training so he could throw the garbage out of their world he would.
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Post by Oboe on Dec 30, 2019 17:51:28 GMT -6
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Percus exclaimed, the elder Namekian impressed with the two young Namekians before him. They certainly had the heart! Surviving something as catastrophic as losing your home, having to watch as illness and disease took your family, your friends, it wasn’t something that could easily be forgotten. The wizened elder could see a small aggression when referring to the offworlders. An aggression born of bearing witness to the atrocities of the other sentients in the galaxy. In his many years of life, he could only recall a time shortly after the Mazoku Dominion had fallen. Their subsequent annexing from the galactic populace had kept the olive-skinned beings from harm and danger. They had forgotten. “Alas…I’m not certain Guru is in a…receiving state. Heavy the burden and all; You must understand, he’s doing everything he can to revivify the land and make right what was taken. I’m sure you can imagine the mental and physical strain it has taken on his being.”
Percus was, in all efforts, trying to soothe the young boys into a denial of visitation, yet something the other brother, Xander was it? He had spoken of his gift with healing and of his last view of Guru; His description more grandeous and flattering that it really was – as he recalls. As his tale travelled towards his sharp ears, Guru would take to feet from his cross-legged and hovering position. A simple day’s meditation would need to wait. Stepping past the back of the building towards where the trio spoke, Oboe would grasp hold of the Lemons that had been requested by the other. With a heavy stride, the Namekian leader stepped into the chamber gaze upon these two with his own eyes. The pair themselves were impressive; A radiant pool of energy cascading out of each of them. His mastery of the sensory arts had gifted him with a sight beyond what was normal. When coupled with his telepathy, he could almost make out a person’s potential – latent or active – with nearly unmistakable accuracy. A soft look was upon his tired face, a clear distinction that he was trying to be nice even through his own exhaustion. Twin dark lines etched upon the underside of each eye – a reminder, one would say, of the last conflict that led to the destruction of his home and the actions of a specific person whom he could never repay. “Well, That’s a bold desire young Namekian. To lighten my burden Is no easy task, nor is it a trial for the unprepared.” With a grin, he’d toss the Lemon towards the other – more battle inclined of the two. He somewhat recognized the pair from his time growing up in Oros Village; the name ‘Jandus’ ringing more than a few memories to mind. His father would always speak fondly of the man – for reasons even he didn’t go into. Curious that his sons would end up here, before his father’s heir. A curious ring of circumstances indeed. With a discerning look, he very visibly sized the pair up for a heavy moment before speaking again. “There’s much potential within both of you – that much I can see. To what end? Hmm…I don’t think you fathom the true depth of your latent power, neither of you do. You’re currently on the cusp of something…great. A True metamorphosis, yet your feelings about our world are very…personal upon your shoulders. You feel the weight of our world, the weight of our people so readily…yet with such fiery passion.”
Oboe would look at Percus, noting his former teachers wizened smile, as if he knew this would be the outcome. Having used his telepathy, and his ability with Energy sensing as a base - he read their surface thoughts, their intentions and their impulses and, with a grin, the Guru of namek would prod the elder with a jibe at the pair that he’d heard all too many times in his own youth, eliciting a smirk from the other. “Much Hubris you two share.”Staring at the pair for another moment, Oboe would sigh before finally coming up with an idea. The pair wished to train under him? It seemed, that after all this trouble with Kitiana – his last apprentice – he would once again be taken to by others seeking his guidance. To hear one state, they searched for him regarding such things was a testament to his own guilt. Why? He’d failed his last student as he was sure to fail others. Yet, for them to understand his hesitance – he’d need them to see the result of his actions, and understand the truth first. “…Yet, I too was struck by such when I was young. Come – I wish for you two to come with me for a moment. I want to show you something. If you can keep up with me for the journey, I will gift you with a question – should you answer it correctly…then I shall train you both. Come.”With a nod to his elder for acting as such a host, Oboe would simply exit the building through the door the pair had just entered. He’d release a minuscule portion of his power, allowing for him to ready for the journey and allowing them to make their decision on if they’d join. Should they, they’d both see Guru suddenly shoot into the air and – without pause – blast off towards the West. His speed was grandiose but not even near his top. He intentionally kept himself near their current level, if not a bit higher, if only to see what progress they’d made on their own. The journey wouldn’t take long, if anything only twelve minutes by air. The sight that would greet the Namekians would be, of course, the former location of their home village, Oros Village. The Horseshoe mountain that had long acted as a natural defense from sight and catastrophe, had been cracked and torn in some places but mostly restored. Many buildings, many more than had ever been, dotted the surface as a defying testament to what had happened. Though there was still construction going on, the testament to the worker castes and their desire to make this happen were a true nod to their trust in Oboe and his willingness to sacrifice himself. If they only knew…He stared hard at the hole in the Mountain, located on a natural cliffside atop the second ridge. Oros Cavern. The sole reason the mountain hadn’t blown up. Its natural magical defenses infused into every interior rock and stone within had been designed, painstakingly, by his Father; Saw – Former leader of Oros Village. It had subsisted long before the Mazoku Dominion and seemed to do so even far after that. He could only hope to one day match his mighty power. As the two would – potentially – approach, Oboe would wait till they were near before asking his one question. “So, Tell me boys…What do you see down there?”
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Post by Xanathar on Dec 30, 2019 23:18:47 GMT -6
While he was already aware of his brothers pain to hear it aloud was another thing altogether, the sadness in his hearts filled his brothers words invoking a pain in his own chest. And while he did not share the reverence that his brother did he still deeply respected the Guru and the burden he shouldered for everyone's sake. It was a burden he wished he could take away form the guru and even more so his own brother. He would do anything to take it all on himself but he knew there was no way for him to take it alone, much less their guru who had all but single handily forced a stop to the fighting by himself. He knew the next time they where invaded they would need more then just one hero to stop the next attack, a belief that only fueled his desire to grow more powerful. Still even lost in thought he listened to his brother express his rage, its clear disdain for the other races quite clear for all to hear. Still he had no words to sooth his brother's anger but none the less he placed his hand on his shoulder in a clear sign of support.
It was not until the Guru spoke that he noticed him enter the room, his power level so low that he had not sensed the man enter. Still he recalled the man that had saved them both clearly, the pressure and exhaustion on the mans face seemed endless. Still he was not prepared for the mans words as he caught the fruit, his hands fumbling for a moment before he secured the small yellow treat in his hands. Still the words echoed in his mind and he could only wonder what he meant about their potential. He hardly felt like he had the potential he elder suggested they did but then again who was he to question the great elder. So entrapped in his own thoughts that he missed the fact the two elders were have a unspoken communication between them, his eyes still staring at the lemon in his hand. After a few moments he finally popped the whole lemon into his mouth rind and all.
"Hubris?"
He echoed more to himself then to the elders in front of him, his eyes once again turning back to the elder as he listened to his words. The elders intense gaze on them made him only more worried they would be found wanting, a cold sweat forming on the back of his neck as he waited in silence for some sign that everything was alright. It was no longer then a moment but seemed to drag to him as he awaited the elders words only to let out a breath he had not realized he was holding in. He wondered what the Guru wanted to show them but held his tongue least he sound like a simpleton and quickly followed him outside. It only took him a moment to summon his power and take off after the Guru, his eyes scanning for any sign what the elder wanted to show them. For once his mind did not wander off as they flew though the air, his eyes intent on spotting what the elder wanted to show them. It was not until they had finally stopped that he allowed his mind to wonder at the sight before him, his eyes locked on the nearly restored settlement. It was only after a long moment of silence on his part that he finally spoke, his words uncertain as he tried desperately understand why the lord Guru have brought him here.
"Oros village being repaired diligently? A hope that we will always persist on no matter the cards we have been dealt?"
He spoke still uncertain, his mind just hoping his brother understood what was being asked of them. He was never the brightest when it came to these things and often relied on his brother to deal with such problems. Still he understood that the elder wanted them to know something important and could only await to be enlightened form his ignorance.
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Post by Xander on Jan 2, 2020 13:59:39 GMT -6
Xander was surprised when their words were met with what seemed happiness for their spirit. Yet they were told Guru wasn't going to see them, and Xander was ready to accept this as fact. That was until the power in the back seemed to liven up and then come toward their direction. He couldn't sense well, but he could track small movements, to which he was rewarded with a sight of the Guru once more. The Guru then went on to speak, Xander listening with perked interest, but what he heard was... confusing. Not that the Guru had spoke in an illogical manner, but he did not understand the true meaning of Hubris. Only that perhaps he was overzealous? He could not tell. It was then Guru took them to the skies, his power matching their own before they followed suit. Through the air they went, Xander becoming more acutely aware as they left the crowded area's. His senses becoming more sharp and he was able to focus once more. The life force in a town was overabundant with Sentient energy, and with so little of nature around, he was beginning to wonder if perhaps he was perhaps messed up. In his mind, he wondered if he was just a weird namekian for being less akin to sentient races and more keen to be around nature. Worries for later as the Namekian landed upon the ground with Guru. He could see their village, but it was being rebuilt, the destruction being repaired. Some part of the Namekian was happy, happy to see the village being rebuilt, yet the biggest thing he saw was not just that... What he saw was something they had been doing over... and over... and over again. They build... aliens destroy... Namekians create... and aliens break... That bumbling hatred in his heart festered there, in his soul as he stared at the village. He was asked a question, one of which was what he saw. Xander stood silent as he did so, his brother answering. A superficial answer in Xander's eyes, yet he did not speak right away. If one looked hard enough, they would see a cold anger in him, one that stayed as he watched his people work... to work tirelessly to repair again and again. Xander saw not the rebuilding of the village, but to him, the namekian saw suffering. The elements cried here, the battle having hurt them as well, and despite the repairs, it was akin to a beast licking its wounds. Xander's fist clutched as he stared down at the village in silence. His thoughts back to the day when they had lost their homes, a flash of a memory. The day they had been enjoying their days, working in the fields, teaching the young, and the old helping the young. Their culture to nurture their own, to be at peace what they had and to enjoy their own lot in contentment. Then the flash, the bright lights of energy, the crashing of destruction and the thought they had lost their guru. The sorrow everyone felt, the elements screaming in his ears, and the tears... It lasted only a moment, but that memory was as vivid and real as a painting before Xander. He remembered being helpless, staring at the powers that had been, the saiyan with blonde hair raging, the white demon begging, the aliens fighting. The giant apes roaring, and the cascading energy. "I see pain... I see years of our work... gone... I see the flashes of energy from those who think they have no consequences. That they are better than us because they think our way of life is weak... I see a people hurting... workers toiling... blood boiling..."Xander continued to stare at the reconstruction and the mountains damaged by the fighting. "I see us rebuilding just for someone to knock it down... only to tell us to pick ourselves up again... I see a need for protectors."Xander turned to Guru, Oboe, as his eyes turned fierce, determination burning within those eyes of his. A fire to protect his people, a desire to punish those who would do them wrong... a desire to fight. An Oath to the Order of their people. They needed protectors, they needed people to step up to protect their world and those who would seek a peaceful life. Those who did not want to fight, for children to grow up feeling safe. To never have to see the destruction the two brother's had. To never have to witness their leader, their symbol laying face down with no one to help pick him up. Perhaps this was not what Guru had wanted them to see, or perhaps it was something else he was eluding to. Whatever it was, Xander had seen the efforts to rebuild many times over... he had been there. He had been trying to heal the wounded, to sooth the ache in their hearts and bodies yet he couldn't. So if he could repair the damage... then he would punish the dealers. He wanted to bring this cycle to an end, to end the rampaging in their world... to bring an end to the endless waves of enemies upon their planet. "I see a need to stop people from walking over us... What I see is a world crying out for healing and Order."The world crying out for healing part was the elements Xander could sense, their cries of pain here were haunting. Like someone begging for help despite the repairs being done. The world was in pain... Xander wanted to fix that. |
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Post by Oboe on Jan 7, 2020 17:44:45 GMT -6
The responses he received were varied and interesting. As the Guru listened intently, he made note of each of the brother’s individual responses. Xanathar, the more powerful of the two (if only by a little) seemed to see just what was infront of him. Worker Namekians slaving away to rebuild what was destroyed. It was a very black and white viewpoint. Though he may not have understood the implication of his words, Xanathar’s admission gave Oboe an insight within his thoughts, desires and intentions. Using his telepathic abilities, he was able to read the surface thoughts of the young Namekian and, to no surprise, it revealed exactly as he said to be the only thoughts he had on the matter.
Xander, the other of the two, had a much more…interesting response. What he saw lay beneath the surface, towards the experiences that had befallen not only himself but all of Namek herself. Whether it was his instinct as a member of the Dragon Caste or something more; There was much more to his assessment than just what he visually saw – no, he FELT the planets suffering. As the youth turned to him, fire burning within his gaze, Oboe could also see one more thing. Something he WAS familiar with in students.
Such Anger in this one…Such complacency I the other. Hmm…
He’d tried to help others in this state before – Bass, Kitiana, even Ochra – and never before had he been successful in his endeavor, finding that he usually did more harm than good. In fact – since the incident, Oboe hadn’t even seen Ochra, Kitiana had been Banished to the Demon Realm after being spared by the Planets leader, and Bass? No amount of concern or wonder would ever repair that relationship. Oboe lamented the very fact that he bore the title of ‘Guru’, knowing clearly it was this name only that made people believe in him and his words.
But this is different. These boys, these Namekians are from YOUR Village! They’re of YOUR Clan, from the looks of it – not even having gone through the coming of age ceremony. Everything that happened is and has been YOUR Fault. You owe it to them, you must show them the way!
His thoughts ran rampant with consideration that carved holes in his self-pity. He had failed, many times, with other students. Ran them away, done nothing to change them for the better…but this? This was different, he could feel that. Maybe he just wished it, but he wanted to believe. His people needed him, they depended on him for guidance – the guidance that directed the previous Guru’s on their path. The spirits of his predecessors, of his former guardian Steno, they all urged him to take the youth at their word and truly try – without fail – to shape the destiny and future of Namek in a very real way.
“Well…” He began, sizing up the pair visibly. It seemed as if he had much to say but struggled to find the words.
“You’re both not wrong. Yet you’re both not right. Each of you see something different, yet it’s the same thing. Even I see something different.” He paused as he contemplated his next words carefully.
“I see the sight of my greatest failure. I see the responsibility my father – our former Elder – laid upon my shoulders broken at my feet. I see the student I tried to help blaming me for the misery within her own heart. I see my people, homeless and sick. I see my planet scared and torn and weep for her cries of agony.” His words were somber, not his usual grandfatherly like sageness to them. This was an admission from a Priest whom had tried everything to benefit everyone…and very nearly got them all killed. A guilty admission.
“We each see something different for our hearts are each different. You do not know it yet, but the two of you may very well hold the future of our people within your lives..” Oboe stopped as he looked hard at the pair of them. “You wish for me to train you? Teach you the ways to protect Planet Namek? I don’t know that you truly understand what that means…”
He had to warn them. Even now he could sense a great change – something was on the horizon but he could not understand what. So far, the only reason he’d been able to continue down his path was because it was one of solitude. Never had he needed to bring another with him – the last time he had? Well…
Still, his mind was all but made up. He knew that no other answer would satisfy the pair. He sensed at the very top of their thoughts that his approval meant nothing to their desire. They’d continue on – force themselves to get stronger by any means if it meant protecting the world – even if it cost them everything. He couldn’t allow them to do so alone, but he also couldn’t let their hatred continue. They had to see beyond their own boundaries to truly understand the off-worlders and why he had tried so hard to work with them.
“..Fine. I will train the pair of you in the art of Gigun. It means Righteous Force, a set of techniques passed down by my father in the event that Namek needed protection. Its very much the same skills I employ now. I will teach this to you and with that you will both become my students. Wielders of the Righteous force and attendants to the Guru of our world. To this I agree...but first, you will need to truly consider what that means. To become my attendants is to act with the will of Guru, to aide me as I need and to help our people as they need. Is such selflessness truly what you wish? To never again have the right to make a decision that does not benefit the many? I wonder... ”
Turning back towards the Grand Elders Village, Oboe would stop for a moment before coming up with an idea. A way to show them the good in the aliens of the universe.
“In Twenty-Four Hours; A full cycle, You will meet me here – atop the peak of our Village before my home. You will see a bronze and copper space-ship, the most glorious our people have ever constructed. This is my ship. If you still wish for me to teach you my skills, and you truly believe your mettle enough to weather the dangers that will come, simply board my ship by uttering the words ‘Ouroboros’ and the door will open to you. We shall begin your training immediately after. I urge you to truly consider what is to come…My training, the way my father taught me, is not for the faint of will. Nor is the titles that must be bestowed upon you for this to occur. Speak with one another and in that time frame, come to a decision.”
Without another word, Guru’s power began to skyrocket as he released the limiter on his own strength. As if at once, the atmosphere around the three Namekians changed as a pressure over took the area. There was a vibration to it, a feeling of intensity – but also of peace. It had a calming presence about it, even though it was powerful. Strong. With speed unlike any other Namekian on the planet was capable, Oboe was gone – soaring towards the Elders house with reckless abandon. He was out of sight before the pair could blink. His words and presence weighing heavily on the situation.
Energy Setting Released; Full Power Level Revealed (180,000). Oboe Departs to Grand Elder Village.
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