Post by Tsukibito Daruma on Feb 1, 2020 22:51:45 GMT -6
PL: 20,000 Ichi's PL:20,000
It had been over a month now since the devastation wrought by the saiyan he'd encountered in the steamy bowels of Mount Five Elements, and Daruma was still coming up short on his own in terms of finding a way to repair Ichi. Every day, he awoke in the morn to find the ball cradled in his arms still weathered by damage, a world-shattering crack running around the orb's surface like a sickly equator of some kind.
It was a solemn reminder of his many failures this past year, and how each one had weathered those around him with damage he couldn't yet fix.
Still, Daruma soldiered on. Though heavy with guilt his wounded heart still pumped blood through his veins, still beat with the hope and the love for his friends. That love was what he needed, what kept him going. But this problem was not going to go away if he worked alone anymore. Daruma had to get help in order to find a way to fix this, but he was ashamed that he had let this happen. He was more ashamed though that he had kept it a secret from his friends this long. Maybe he could keep it a secret and still ask for help?
As his mind plucked away at strands of thought, Daruma dressed himself and set Ichi down on his bed, pacing down the sacred halls of the Lookout until he found himself in the library. On the other end of the grand library he could feel a comforting energy signature, one he'd hoped to find down here- Tysco. "Hey, Tysco!" Daruma whisper-shouted, having always kept his voice down in the library for the sanctity of preserving that holy rule of library-silence. "Just the guy I was looking for. I need some help finding something, could you help me? You know what's in these old books a bit better than I do."
Post by Tysco Zautt on Mar 21, 2020 6:40:06 GMT -6
|| Tysco’s PL: 48,000 || PL Suppressed to 333 [UT1] Secret Identity is in effect ||
For the past few months, it had become increasingly obvious to Tysco that he needed to achieve several things, and as much as he hated to feel the need for it so bluntly— one of them was power. Power that would eclipse the limits that he had reached prior to the sickness that had robbed him of it, and still further beyond what he had managed to do on his own so far. He was certain that this could not be achieved by doing what he always did on his own, when seeking knowledge in the mysticism of the universe with concrete calculation and experimentation.
Tysco excelled at the study of magic, sure, and his efforts were adequately rewarded. However, even he had to admit that he was subconsciously operating within a ‘comfort zone’, and under so many ridiculous unwritten rules and neglecting his true calling.
It was time to leave that comfort zone, bend or break the rules he imposed upon himself and get back to what he really well and truly knew... Tysco, at his very core, was instinctively, naturally gifted at the study, and understanding of the soul.
The beginnings of this realization had been long, loooooong overdue. Many things contributed to it. The success of the Plexroids shown primarily in Carro and LEO’s actions, Chime’s creation of the Siphon Evil spell, even Sensoa’s downfall and loss of all self. Each of them contributed in the end, but the final factor that got Tysco’s thoughts in order about it was Daruma’s gift— the 6 Star Negative Dragon Ball. It held power, a lot of it at that by Tysco’s well educated estimates... Yet, still that power slept no matter what he tried. Unlike the other Negative Stars, it did not awaken after simply waiting, or even the most minor of input. The warmth of a living being’s touch did not awaken it, nor did the most simple of energizing rituals.
So, not only was Tysco betting his own progress on solving the mystery behind this ancient enigmatic creation, but his own sage-like, inquisitive and studious mind would not let it’s mysteries go unsolved. To that end, Tysco had found himself more often situated in the Lookout’s library much like today; and without fear of looking through the more strange or ‘dangerous’ tomes and scrolls. They were only even dangerous if you didn’t know how to use them! Rule one of magic studies; respect your reading material or else it might cast a fireball!
He had set up a nice neat little work station. Several small runes were etched on the desk that was set up; anti-gravity had some of the books and scrolls float, protection runes were put in place where applicable to avoid any of the enchantments of the artifacts activating should anyone come in and disturb Tysco while he was working. Everything he needed to be looking at was properly categorized, first by school of magic alphabetically, then by potency, and lastly by danger level. Set a decent safe distance from the table in a cleared area, the 6 Star Negative Dragon Ball was suspended in mid air with a greater antigravity rune, and a multitude of various observational lense runes suspended around it, that showed readings of different factors.
After a good few hours of mostly theoretical research, Tysco sensed a friend of his approaching through the Lookout. It was Daruma and he was going all over the place, aimlessly by the looks of things. Tysco preemptively turned to look at the entrance and waved as the Ogre made his way into the library. When Daruma got closer, Tysco spoke up— and he too abided by the rule of keeping one’s voice down in a library. “Hey Daruma, what’s up man?” Daruma quickly asked for some guidance, which Tysco was always glad to give. He was quite enthused by the idea of Daruma wishing to do some research of his own too! “Well well, you absolutely came to see the right guy. Can I ask what you might be lookin’ for or even perhaps why?” Tysco asked, looking around for the signs of a certain little red dragon gremlin. That little scamp had a habit of making a mess...
Post by Tsukibito Daruma on Mar 31, 2020 4:50:29 GMT -6
PL: 20,000 Ichi's PL:20,000
And just like that, Tysco had thrown out the most unexpected, anxiety-inducing, ludicrous wild cards he could! It was terrifying! Preposterous! It was... A simple question!!
"Oh, well you see," Daruma said raising a finger as if he was about to continue, before his finger froze stagnant in the air as his voice fell short, still and drawn out with a moan like a buffering Baotube clip. This was the worst. A question? How dare he. Tysco knew unexpected questions were Daruma's true arch nemesis! The were worse than the worst! Worse than the Star Goons, or the butchering saiyans that murdered his friends even! More terrible than the most evil and wicked creatures you could fathom! Nothing- absolutely nothing brought blood-chilling anxiety onto Daruma quicker and with more feverish intensity like an unexpected question thrust his way.
As his mental self clambered through the scattered rocks of thought that had tumbled across the ground in the crash, Daruma realized he'd need to blurt out something or he'd look mighty suspicious just standing her with a drawn out humm from his agape mouth. "I'm, uh- nothing special, really. I'm just looking for ways to fix damaged magical artifacts, and stuff... but not like universal solvent or any of the usual stuff, it needs to be something powerful than that," his words were accompanied by a pale wash to his cheeks and a whimper in his heart, as he once again reminded himself of how desperately he'd already exausted measures to repair his friend with, "it's for a... project? Yeah, a project sort of. Yeah."
Being the incredible quick thinker he was, Daruma used his devilish cunning to seize the controls of the conversation's train car and steer it far away from this line of questioning before it became some kind of horrific conversation-trainwreck hybrid. Stepping closer to the table, his attention was grabbed by all of the information Tysco had neatly layed out. From the topics at hand, it was increasingly obvious that this was all related to the floating stone orb nearby. "Oh! I see you're still having trouble bringing out Roku Shen, huh? Do you want some help? I can help with that." Despite how not-subtle-at-all his approach to swerving the conversation toward something else was, there was also a genuine curiosity and desire to help his friends come together finally.