Fend
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Post by Fend on Feb 2, 2020 23:22:11 GMT -6
DEADLINEFEND's PL: 16,000
Fend no longer could tell if the earth was shaking or if it was just the quaking of her legs as she sprinted across Namek's grasslands. It felt like she'd only recently arrived on the peaceful world of Namek for refuge. Her interactions with its' people were brief, but pleasant. But now she wouldn't get the chance to know any of them. The screeches of fleeing wildlife pierced the clouded skies like sirens.
"TWENTY MINUTES I BET! GET OUT NOW, OAR YER DEAD! BYE!" How many minutes had it been since she heard that voice...? How long did everyone have left? Why was this even happening? She didn't remember. Fend dug her fingers into her scalp with a shout of both fear and anger. She caught a glimpse of the assailants. Some imposing gray Majin, a saiyan, an antlered thing, and the few that dared to still stand against the imposing odds. She had to remember their faces- to tell anyone left of what happened, who to mourn and who their enemies were.
Running- Fend's thoughts, still firing into her conscious like a machine gun, jeered. You gave up everything to protect and fight for this world, and you're running. She still didn't even know how to fight.
The once-distant village she'd spotted drew close. She couldn't oppose the monsters this mortal world spawned yet, but she could and would do her damnedest to help those they threatened.
"Don't you dare take another step!" A bellow froze the Shinjin in her tracks. A glimmer of ki shone from the village's gates- a lone Namekian stood in front of its' entrance. Fend could hear the innocents' screams from every side. "You demons want to destroy our planet- our race-" The green man seethed, but the masked Shinjin could see his arm trembling. "H-hold on, I'm not with them!" She began, but it didn't stop the Namekian from drawing closer. "You're not one of us," The Namekian growled back. Fend couldn't take offense- not with the clock counting down behind her back.
She pulled away her mask and yanked her hood off, turning to look her fellow victim in the eyes. She hadn't been able to wipe away the tears of fright and frustration. "I... I swear. I swear-- I-I want to help." The Namekian looked the woman up and down. "Please." Both of them were quaking in spite of their bravados, afraid of what was to come. "...Alright. You'd best not be lying, outsider." Fend breathed a sigh of relief, though it didn't ease the feeling of the unstoppable snowballing in the pit of her stomach. "Thank you."
The chaos inside the small village wasn't better than anything outside. There were a few spaceships that the civillians were being filed into- though they looked far too small to comfortably fit the growing queues of terrified Namekians. The knot in her stomach grew tighter. Cries of frightful uncertainty and dread hurt her ears. "If you want to make yourself of use, help with the head count or help chart these things to somewhere safe." The Namekian from earlier sneered again. "If there even is anywhere safe in this godforsaken galaxy..." Godforsaken. The word made Fend sick. The Namekian didn't meet her gaze as he disappearing back into the crowd to help with the evacuation efforts.
She found herself freezing again as her thoughts swarmed, hands clutching her churning stomach as she turned to the distant echoes of the horrific fight. Any second could be their last. She had seen the atrocities of the mortals, and the heroism of those who opposed it from afar in the lands above, but now that she was on the scene... Never before had Fend felt so small and afraid.
[UT1] Masquerade is in use to alter / suppress the "holy" feeling in Fend's ki. She is unmasked, though, so it won't be too hard to tell her species.
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Valan
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Post by Valan on Mar 12, 2020 6:41:50 GMT -6
|| Valan's PL: 16,000 || [UT] Beguiling Visage is in effect, assuming a Namekian form ||
Everything had been thrown straight into the unpredictable bowels of chaos as many of Namek’s citizens made preparations to best safeguard their future.
Pockets of people secretly made off in stealthy and powered up space pods, though these were mostly non-Namekian individuals without access to magic... The ones adept in mystical arts however, had other secret plans. Mazoku and Dragon clan members worked together to momentarily conjure portals to the Demon Realm— from there the idea was to reach other planets from within that dimension; and it was a mighty clever idea!
Still, with all the actions the populace of Namek could take, there would still be stragglers. The elderly folk, terrified youngsters or perhaps worst of all, and one of the most obnoxious types to deal with in a situation such as this— those too stubborn to leave despite not being able to stand up to the threat. The ones that chose not to act, that chose to sit idly by and die for nothing.
The disguised Shinjin hated that way of thinking beyond measure; the wilful waste of life and potential sickened him! If he came across any folk like that he was determined to just knock them out and get them to safety whether they liked it or not.
After a brief encounter with two interesting people, Valan once again dashed off into the expansive lands of Namek in his disguise, seeking those who have yet to depart the planet. Eventually he came upon a small village, landing on top of a house to survey the area. Too few ships, too many refugees... What a horrible sight.
Wrenching his eyes away from the depressing scene, Dolin saw a most peculiar sight; someone in a getup not of this world being chastised by a gruff Namekian. Moments ago Dolin would have thought the oddest thing he encountered today was a resurgence of the Tuffle race, but no— he could have sworn something was different about the one branded as ‘outsider’, it made him double take. What’s more, they seemed to be in the midst of a breakdown. With only a mild hint of curious hesitation after the annoyed Namekian returned to the crowd, Dolin slid off of the roof and moved over to the one clutching their stomach. “There is only so much torment one can eventually manage to take, and I would assume what you feel is worse than a stomach ache.”
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Fend
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Post by Fend on Apr 9, 2020 3:16:21 GMT -6
FEND's PL: 16,000
Fend was snapped from her thoughts by a voice that managed to pierce through the distant howl of world-ending ki and her own conscious's jeering. "No shit, sherlock." The irate kai quipped back, managing to pry her hands free. "The entire damn planet's only minutes away from being destroyed for who knows what asinine excuse! And what the hell can any of us do about it?!" She threw an arm in the air. The Shinjin's anger subsided after a moment as she rubbed her temples, shoulders slumped. "...I'm so sorry. Everything's going to shit, and this isn't even my home. Y-you're all the ones that are..." Sure, she was going to do her damndest to help with the evacuation efforts while there was still time, but that wouldn't stop the inhuman monsters above from using their strength to ruin millions of lives. The thought that the rest of her kind could just be watching idly from above as she spoke made her rage fester.
"Whatever. Shouldn't you be running for your life like the rest? There's only so much space on those ships." Even now, the soon-to-be-refugees were packed in tight like cattle. Fend finally turned to look at the 'Namekian,' her glassy eyes narrowed. "I can't sit here and make small talk when we could be seconds away from total annihilation. I suggest you either work on getting out of here with the rest of your people, or make yourself useful too w-with the evacuation efforts." The cloaked Shinjin lowered her mask back over her face, golden eyes quickly looking astray as she attempted to put on a brave and stern bravado. She took a few steps forward with the intent to follow her own advice of helping the other Namekians. Maybe she could try to teleport a few away with her Kai Kai- she didn't have the power to travel in groups, but maybe if she pushed herself... No, that was wishful thinking. Just what could she do? What could any of them do beside run? Fend stopped in her tracks as her thoughts froze her in place again. She wanted to scream.
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Valan
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Post by Valan on May 12, 2020 7:58:03 GMT -6
|| Valan's PL: 16,000 || [UT] Beguiling Visage is in effect, assuming a Namekian form ||
It seemed that his whimsy brought the stranger back to reality and out of that weird funk... To less than pleasing results. Vulgar language was not something that the disguised Shinjin was a stranger to, but from this individual? It was weird somehow. “A thing to remember about their brainless assault, it is not you or I that are ones at fault. The one who chose this act as a start, is without doubt a being lacking in a heart. Those lacking empathy are not deserving of sympathy, a phrase of which I am a firm believer...” Dolin wove his words and approached, standing firmly next to the stranger. “This is not your home and it is not mine either.” Dolin shrugged lightly, as if to say that where one came from was not relevant here. “Should we be from places near, or from places far we stand up and act; that is but who we are. However hard it may be, whatever the future may bring there will always be songs sung for the ones that do the right thing.”
All while he made his rhymes, Dolin observed this odd being. Such strange mannerisms, with time to think; he had a theory as to the identity of this person. Additionally, on the talk of ships, Dolin scoffed. “Do or die, fight or fly, I have to say I am not a runaway-guy.” Now was as good a time as any to test his thoughts on this person.. “Also, I’m aware but please excuse the quip— but I think you should know this;” For but a moment, the illusionary form of Dolin the intergalactic Namekian Bard wobbled out of existence to reveal the face of Valan else before reforming into Dolin. “We have no need of a ship.”
The man smirked, and it was a smug yet friendly one; an odd combination for sure. “You can’t stand around making small-talk, yes,” He began once again, surveying his surroundings for signs of any straggling refugees in the area or on the nearby horizon. Nothing just yet, a perimeter patrol would be a good call soon. “Though you have another problem, I’m sure you can guess.”
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