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Post by Oboe on Mar 23, 2020 16:51:44 GMT -6
As swiftly as they had arrived, The battle had been won. Oboe’s translucent defensive field began to dissipate as the threat of combat vanished. Chime, Carro, Hell even Ochra – everyone had done their part today and once again Earth had been spared further damage because of it. It was a momentous occasion, one that should be celebrated! The wicked ones were gone, the planet was safe and all who had been involved seemed for the most part none the worse for wear (minus a few damaged fighters here and there). Yet, above it all, through all the cheers and relaxing feeling washing over many, Oboe simply hovered I silence.
Within the turmoiled heart of the Sage of Namek, Oboe couldn’t shake the horrendous feeling that his world was gone. That suddenly, without warning, the burning candle of so many Namekian lights were suddenly snuffed out – with more turmoil occurring within him then a tempest, the Sage was finally beginning to look as worn out and broken within as he felt. Turning, weakly, to Chime – the Guru would seem pale. Sickly even. Had the events of the day been truly that hard to bear? Was this what Kami was used to?
“Little Brother…we, I need to go. Please, let us return to the lookout, I need clarity and I fear only your home offers me the locale I need…”
His voice was weak, panicked. As he finally voiced his concern to the other, he felt the bile rising in his throat as the words escaped his lips. To even consider what he was about to utter was nearly inconceivable. Yet, as he stated the syllables, he knew them to be true. He just needed to confirm them as fact.
“I need to know…I think, I feel, Namek. She’s…I think she’s burning, dying…something’s wrong…I-I have to go!”
Oboe couldn’t wait any further. Exploding with white flames around his person – the Guru of Namek would blast off into the distance, his mind racing with the thoughts of destruction. He couldn’t feel Namek anymore. He couldn’t feel Korla, or Vuzel or Masters Percus or Hanma…He couldn’t feel anything. He knew he’d have to be centered before he could reach out telepathically to them, but he felt as if he already knew what to expect.
Coming to Earth had been the biggest mistake of his life. He’d come hoping to gain more help in the rebuilding of his planet, had stayed to help them revive and protect friends of his, only to watch Nashua Die. Only to watch those he’d trusted admit to playing him as a fool. Soon he was to find out that he’d lost everything, and what was a wise man to do? What was a kind man to do?
Tears began to well in his eyes as he thought to Nashua, how she’d died. How he’d been unable to help her. He could’ve tried, he should’ve tried…but somewhere he knew it had been pointless. Just like now, as he knows without a shadow of uncertainty, that Namek…was Gone.
Oboe Attempts to Exit
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Post by Chime on Mar 24, 2020 15:51:34 GMT -6
Chime fired his attack, sure it would finish off the ghostly monstrosity and finally end this nightmare. It probably would have too, if that Saiyan hadn't interfered. Chime's gaze turned on the stranger, enraged as his blast was intercepted. His first assumption was that this was another of Vocado's remaining flunkies, still fighting, maybe unaware that his leader was dead. He charged up another Kanrikosen on his fingertip with the same deadly intent as before. If this Saiyan with his cocky smile would stand against Earth, he would be taken down like the others. Chime was about to lift his arm and fire... but then the young man spoke.
His actions weren't born out of malice, but out of mercy. The creature, apparently called Kalabas (a Saiyan name if Chime had ever heard one) had some connection to the little girl at Carro's side. This Saiyan man wanted Kalabas spared, seemingly not to traumatize the poor child further. It was a noble intent... but ultimately short sighted. Chime let the ki on his finger fizzle out and spoke the first words that he had since Yogu and Nashua's deaths. It had only been a few minutes ago, but to him it felt like days, even weeks.
"You idiot." Chime said with disdain, "This went beyond anyone's feelings a while ago. The planet is at stake here, more lives than those standing in this cavern. Now stand aside, or--" His words were cut off at Carro stepped forward. He seemed to know this other Saiyan, and explained the situation much better than Chime could. Then, he did something that was both a surprise and a relief: he got up there and finished this. He wasn't able to see what happened behind Carro's barrier, but the flash of orange from behind it was telling enough. When the barrier dissipated, there was no monster left, only the vague remains of a man and some ominous scrawling that Chime didn't care to look too closely into right now.
And then... it was over. It was, relatively speaking, peaceful. No more attacks were fired off, no one was blasted into dust. The blue aura around Chime dissipated, leaving his eyes their normal brown again. The interfering Saiyan collapsed from exhaustion before Chime could berate him further, and the Arcosian was gravely wounded, but Carro and the others seemed to have it covered. Maybe he could give her one of his mini senzu beans once they got out of this place, to be sure. She didn't seem to be actively dying anymore, which on a day like today was a win.
But speaking of Carro...
Something was wrong with the President, Chime could tell just from his behavior. Not just exhausted and traumatized from the day, something else. He shouldn't be wounded much, so what was wrong...? He wove his way between LEO's legs to get over to the president, and laid a hand on his (now no longer blazing) shoulder once again. With concern, he leaned over to take a closer look at him... and had to hold back a look of disgust as he recoiled at what he saw. The screen that made up Carro's 'face' was melting into goo, like something out of a horror story. He had seen far worse today, but for some reason this was what turned Chime's stomach. The Kami took a breath and forced himself to think logically. He had healed androids before, and he had healed ghosts. Carro was a little bit of both, so it made sense that Chime could heal him, too. He just wanted to get somewhere that wasn't this Kais-forsaken mountain so he could focus. With a wave of his hand, he conjured a long hooded cloak around Carro, so the little robot could hide his face for the time being. "Hey, Carro?" He whispered so only his friend could hear, "It's. Well. I won't say it's okay, but I can at least fix you. I'm gonna make you better, alright?" Chime was too tired to force a smile, but his words were genuine.
The quiet moment was interrupted by Oboe. Chime looked over to his Namekian brother and nodded, "Yes. I think it's time we all got out of here, we can--" But then Oboe went on. Something about Namek in trouble, burning, dying. The Guru was taking off even as Chime shouted, "Hey, Oboe, wait! What are you talking about?!" He watched as his friend flew off in a streak of blazing white. What was that all about? Chime wasn't sure he could take another planetary crisis right now... but it wasn't as if he had a choice. He turned back to Carro and sighed, "Come on. Let's get you back home, and then I'll go see what that's all about."
With that, he turned to head into LEO's hold with the other survivors, trying to shepherd Carro along with him.
Chime attempts to exit w/ LEO and the others!
Chime's PL: 140,000 (Base)
KP: 4/7 (No action)
HP: 90%
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Post by Belle on Mar 25, 2020 0:18:59 GMT -6
It was all too much. Too loud. Too bright. Belle heard a roaring in her ears. She saw someone stand in the way of Mister Carro, but their words didn’t make it through all the noise. The person whose words did was Mister Carro himself. She flinched. He sounded so loud. Belle bit her lip and looked up at him with watery eyes. She put her hands together when he mentioned the demon that had killed Tarch, turning her gaze to the ground. It cut through her panic and shook her thoughts enough to make her think somewhat clearly. It sounded an awful lot like… Mister Carro blamed himself for what happened to Tarch. It wasn’t his fault. It… It wasn’t hers either… she hoped. Belle flinched in surprise when an orange barrier appeared between her and him. She pressed her hands up against it, looking on from the other side in horror.
“N-No! Mister Carro…!”
The barrier shifted into an opaque orange, so that she couldn’t see what was happening. She couldn’t see it. But she could sense it. No! Her uncle… Uncle Kalabas… he had promised… he had said that he was going to be better? Why…? He promised… Why wouldn’t he stop?! Why couldn’t he just be good… It was because he and Mister Lord Chill were like this that they both… Belle felt tears rolling down her cheeks and sank to her knees into the scorched grass. Why? He promised.
“He promised…” Belle choked out weakly.
She was so angry. So frustrated! Didn’t he want to be with her?! Why did he keep doing things that would take him away from her?! Images of his crazed Super Saiyan state flashed in her mind, pointing a lethal finger at her. Why…? As a huge burst of ki erupted from the other side of the wall, Belle looked up despite not being able to see through it. She reached out to her uncle’s mind, trying to figure out anything, any reason that would compel him to do this. But all she got from him was… Belle shuddered. That… That didn’t feel like her uncle anymore. She didn’t understand. Was he a monster…? Had she already lost him forever…?
Shaken, Belle closed her eyes and covered her ears, trying to blot out all sensation. She didn’t want to hear it. Sense it. See it. Not again. She sat there for a long time, trying to block out everything. After what seemed like forever, Belle dared to open her eyes again. In front of her was LEO’s big face. She let out a sorrowful whine as she looked at her. Ah. He was gone. She… she didn’t feel him anymore. Belle looked over to where he had been before she could stop herself. What she saw… well, it wasn’t quite as horrible as the first time, though she wasn’t sure if that bothered her more.
She shuffled toward where his strange silhouette lay with stranger words etched and charred into the stone. No one stopped her. They were all too busy. And that was okay. Belle’s eyes flitted over the carvings. They didn’t make much sense. But her blank expression finally broke into one of anger when she caught something about a nation in the text. A nation? Again? His empire? Had he really chosen it over her again? Why?! Why was it so important?! She didn’t understand. And… she didn’t want to. He had apologized, but it felt like so many empty words now that he had left her all alone again.
“I… hate it… Uncle Kala… you always choose your empire over me… I’m so tired… so tired… I don’t want to have to fight for your love… I shouldn’t have to! I shouldn’t…”
Belle clenched her little fist as her power rose with her anguish and despair. There was no answer. Of course there wasn’t any answer. He was gone. He had left her. Again! A green aura flared around Belle briefly as her telekinesis cracked and shattered the stone with her uncle’s cryptic epitaph burned into it. She wanted to scream. She wanted to disappear. She wanted… She wanted Tarch here. She wanted Chromo. She wanted Mister Carro. Belle flopped to her knees and shook as sobs wracked her body.
“AaaaAAAAAAaaAAAAAAaaaaaaAAA!!!!”
After too short a time, LEO called for everyone to time aboard to leave. Belle wasn’t ready… but if she didn’t move now, she might never be. It took her a minute or too, but eventually she managed to quiet her sobs. She stood up, casting one last look at the shattered stone that served as her uncle’s grave, and ran to LEO. She ran. Away from her uncle’s memory. Away from what remained. She spotted Carro being wrapped up in a cloak and hurried to his side, slamming into him lightly and hugging his metallic arm tightly. She closed her eyes and wiped away her tears on his new cloak.
“I-I’m sorry,” she said in a hoarse whisper, “He promised that… um… it… it doesn’t matter… C-Can we go home… please?“ Belle squeezed Mister Carro’s lightly and tugged him gently toward LEO, hoping that he might hug her.
Belle uses [UT3] Aura Flare when destroying the stone! Her PL spikes briefly to 135,000.
After which, Belle attempts to exit with Carro, LEO and the others.
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Post by Carro Hofferson on Mar 25, 2020 3:19:33 GMT -6
FUSED CARRO'S PL: 1,800,594 (x9P ACTIVE | ANTISENSE | 200,066 PL BASE)
LEO turned as Dion collapsed, craning her head back while her jaws curled in shock. The Super Saiyan looked fine a moment ago. Was it something she said? Carro flinched back in shock as well, still cradling the contorting half of his screen with his forearm. "N-nononono--!!" He muttered to himself, approaching hastily alongside Suri. He couldn't lose another friend- not when this was so close to finally ending... Thankfully, the Majin confirmed that he was just passed out- likely from shock and overexertion.
His gaze perked up as Suri offered to bandage his wound, but Carro quickly lowered his head and averted his eyes. "I, uh... d-don't think it'd do me any good. But thanks for the concern." If it didn't just pile up the melting glass, the molten liquid would likely just burn through the bandages... Still, there was comfort he found in Suri's own concern- she didn't seem horrified or appalled like he'd feared at his inhuman injury- just worried. It made him feel just a bit more human.
Though his hearing started to become clouded with static like the glitched spasms of color on the crumbling side of his face, Carro still winced at the sounds he heard behind him. He felt his head burn more at the agonizing sounds of Belle grieving over her lost uncle, shoulders trembling as he averted his gaze. LEO grimaced at the scene, but lowered her head beside Belle to try and comfort the poor child. Her gaze trailed to the cryptic runes left by Kalabas... A brief scan brought up no coherent translations about the ominous glyphs. Her eyes flashed to snap a picture of it. Decoding it later would be a smart idea.
Turning back to the group to allow them to board her, LEO's sights fell back onto Ochra. He seemed in much worse shape from his earlier Super Saiyan burst, and the grief didn't sit well with him either. Her gaze sunk with sympathy again. The saiyan had been the one to face Kalabas's planet-crumbling attack in the others' steed. He seemed good-hearted- she would trust him for now. "We can do our best to answer your questions later, but you're clearly not in good shape. I assume we have a common goal now." LEO gestured to her still-open hatch for Ochra to board. The battle was won, but the war trudged on. The Dragon Balls were still out there, along with the remainders of Vocado's lackeys.
Russe spoke to Carro before climbing aboard his mech, causing the poor President to shrink back and wrap an arm around his stomach. Though he was sure it wasn't the other saiyan's intent, echoing lingering doubt over his decision was just even more salt in his wounds. Did he have to? It felt like he had to. Guilt and shame weighed his soul down regardless, and the lingering sounds of Belle's cries only further drove the agony home. Suri's thanks briefly snapped his gaze up with a sliver of relief, though it was quickly washed away at the memory of the prior horrors that unfolded in the mountain. Curling his other arm closer in a feeble attempt to try and shove his melting screen back into place, Carro didn't have the focus to notice Chime's approach before it was too late.
He instinctively shook at the sudden touch on his shoulder, flinching backwards in unison at his friend's reaction. A crackle of static snapped with his worsening overheat as he quickly looked away, wanting to spare his friend the sight of his freakish state.
Carro hesitantly glanced back as Chime materialized a cloak for him, trying to affirm him that he'd fix him. His intact eye softened slightly while his shoulders relaxed. The president remained silent, but nodded and tried to push himself back to his feet with a free arm.
It was hard to hear Oboe over the crackle of static in his head. Something about Namek?... Wait- why was the Guru here of all places, anyways? Surely he had better places to be, as leader of a planet. He didn't have much time to think about it before feeling something bump into his arm.
Carro wobbled while his eye widened in shock, but he managed to keep his balance. He glanced down and felt his wiring run cold at the sight of Belle. Shame and guilt flashed through his single visible eye. Kais almighty, she'd never forgive him for this- he was sure of it. Still, he'd tentatively adjust his arm to hold her close, if allowed. He tried and failed to put on his best brave face to respond to her pleas to head back home. "...Y-yeah." Carro forced himself upright. He just had to stay awake for a bit longer...
Hobbling aboard LEO with the support of Chime and Belle, the feline would finally close her hatch with everyone aboard. Inside she'd already unfolded rows of seats for her passengers, crouching low to build up her remaining ki to warp. "Be sure to buckle your seatbelts for takeoff. Let me know where you need dropping off, too." Her voice echoed inside the hull. "...And if anyone asks, Carro and I are still dead."
With that, she'd phase through another portal to exit the mountainside and take to the skies. They couldn't have been here for more than twenty minutes, but it felt like months worth of suffering. Everyone deserved a rest after the tragedies today, though there was still work to be done.
Exit attempted!
Ochra is the only one left to exit now, I believe! free us. |
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Post by Ochra on Mar 25, 2020 8:08:26 GMT -6
Ochra sat on the rock quietly, not saying a word as he took in everything. Everyone was either hurt, distressed, or both. The planet had been saved, but at the moment, that almost seemed like a secondary thing. What had happened here? What caused all this pain and misery? So many people were dead, and for what? What was the point of it all?
He looked down at his hands, his body still aching from his outburst. He had this power, and what could he do with it? He didn't get here in time to prevent Nashua's death. Could he have even done anything about it? Sure, he had stopped Kalabas' attack, but others could have done that as well. His eyes looked over at Belle, who was emotionally destroyed by the loss of her uncle. For all his strength, he couldn't really do anything.
It would be frustrating as hell, but right now, Ochra just felt...tired. Constant failure seemed to weigh heavily on him. Slowly, he rose to his feet, as the others began to depart. He wouldn't fly away, or portal out like others. Instead, he would turn, and quietly walk away.
Exiting the thread
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