Kindred Spirits Apr 2, 2020 20:35:12 GMT -6
Post by Chime on Apr 2, 2020 20:35:12 GMT -6
Oboe's sudden departure on the tail end of the battle of Mount Frappe had been worrying, and Chime had intended to follow directly behind the Guru after helping to heal everyone. Of course, things ended up not being that straightforward. On arriving back at the Lookout, he was met with just about the last visitor he expected to see, and it threw Chime for a loop. Now that it was taken care of, and he had composed himself from the emotional encounter, he was ready to contact Oboe.
The last Chime heard from him, he'd said Namek was burning and dying, which if it was meant literally, was a supremely bad thing. Even if it was some strange metaphor, it certainly couldn't mean anything good. Chime thought back to the home he hadn't seen in well over a year now. No matter how devoted he was to the Earth, Namek was still his first home. He thought of all his neighbors and teachers he'd left behind. Were they alright amidst whatever had happened? Was his father alright? Doubt and fear welled up within Chime's gut, and he stood there in the courtyard of the Lookout staring into the sky, lost in spiralling thoughts for he couldn't tell how many moments. His physical wounds were healed, but his mental and emotional ones were not, as much as he refused to admit that to himself. Once he finally shook the cloud of anxiety away from his mind, he took a deep breath, tried his best to focus, and reached out to his fellow Namekian.
"Oboe? It's Chime. Where are you? Are you alright? I'm back at the Lookout now. Come meet me here... if you can."
Character's PL: 100 (Set from 150,000)