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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)
KP: 3/3
Damage: --
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Post by Oboe on Apr 23, 2020 14:30:28 GMT -6
Having made it to the lookout first, prior to Chime, Oboe had rushed into his ship in an effort to contact and or reach anyone back on Namek. His hands were a blur on the control panel as the Communications line was open and transmitting. Panicked, hoping his visions were just that – hoping the feeling in his chest was wrong – Oboe called out over the microphone.
“Hello? This is Guru Oboe calling Spaceport A in the Mori Capital – does anyone read me?”
Static greeted him on the other side. He waited for a moment longer, hoping someone was just away at the moment before attempting again.
“Hello? This is Guru Oboe calling Spaceport A in the Mori Capital – does anyone read me?”
Again he was greeted to the sounds of silence. The worry grew thick in his mind as he all but threw the headpiece at the console. Cursing to himself slightly, he rushed his way towards the lift in the back of the cockpit – his body shooting up to the center of his ship – the meditation chamber. He’d hoped that where technology had failed him, his own spiritual prowess would not. Crossing his legs into a familiar stance, the Namekians body would levitate off the ground as he began breathing deeply – calming his body, calming his thoughts. He had to clear his mind.
As this happened, his thoughts, his senses, they left the planet earth soaring through the endless void that was space – slipping through distant planets and solar systems. He struggled hard, harder than he ever had prior as he searched for his planet – for anyone he could reach, Elder Hanma, Percus, even Vuzel. What he received was nothing like he’d ever experienced before. As his mind had come to rest on the area in which Planet Namek was normally located, the world had just exploded – releasing with it a death cry that only its Guardian could hear.
The sheer backlash of such tremendous force, pain, misery and sadness physically caused the Namekians body the fly backwards with such tremendous force he’d ripped a hole in the metal bulkhead – once emblazoned with protective sigils – and come rolling to a heap behind the lookout’s main palace. There was no mistaking it now, Oboe thought, as his chest burned in pain. Tears welled in his eyes as he struggled to make it to his knees – his body weak and frail.
His skin tone had shifted from its dark, olive green into a paler lighter complexion. His body trembled and shook as small micro-grade seizures wracked his form. A voice cut his thoughts, but all the other would feel was pain. All he’d hear in the mind of the Guru was “They’re gone…its all gone…They’re gone…its all gone…” in repetition.
Lying there, verbally speaking, Oboe could only utter the same sentence over and over even as purple blood leaked from his mouth – a coughing fit taking over completely.
“Namek has died…I have failed. Namek has died…I have failed.”
This was not the same man whom only a short time ago stood before a powerful foe. No, this was a shattered being – a Guardian whom had just suddenly lost connection to his world. The force of such a cataclysm was being shown right here, right now. Oboe’s consciousness was fading fast.
Energy Setting activated; Current Power Level 1 out of 180,000
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Post by Chime on May 1, 2020 1:27:55 GMT -6
Oboe's energy was so faint, Chime didn't realize how close it was until he heard the crashing sound from the other side of the Lookout. He turned to dash towards the source of the noise, and through his lingering telepathic connection, he heard They’re gone…it's all gone… over and over, in Oboe's voice. It was a grim soundtrack to the scene he was about to find.
The Gorgon's Gaze was parked at the back side of the Lookout, obscured by the main building. The orange hull of the ship was very noticeably torn open, as if a cannon ball had been shot through it, or some other projectile. That projectile was laying prone on the floor of the Lookout. Oboe. Chime's heart sank as he rushed over to him, and he cut their telepathic connection short. The faint mental muttering of his Dragon brother wasn't doing anything to calm his nerves. He skid to his knees beside Oboe's form, and then he saw just how bad the situation really was. The Guru was a horribly pale, sickly shade of green, not his normally healthy verdant self. The blood leaking from his mouth was probably not a good sign, either. Chime could feel the flame of Oboe's lifeforce guttering, like a candle in the wind. It wouldn't last long, not without help.
The worst part, though, was what Oboe was saying. Namek has died. Chime's blood ran cold, and he froze in place. That couldn't be true, could it? Namek had to be okay. It had to be. He didn't know what he would do with himself if it wasn't. But Oboe was hurt, and there weren't any visible wounds on him, so it had to be something internal, which meant...
Chime shook his head violently. No, he had to focus on what was in front of him. He could change that. Oboe was hurt, and Oboe needed his help. Chime placed one hand over the Guru's heart, and the other turned his head to look up at him, if Oboe could even see straight right now. He began pulsing healing magic through both hands and gave Oboe a weak smile.
"H-hey. Don't worry, I'll fix you up. You'll be good as new. Just stay with me, okay? A-and, whatever else happened, we can fix that too. Together. I... I don't think I can do it on my own. So, please..."
Don't leave me, too.
Chime attempts to use [SIG] Greater Healing to heal Oboe for 200% damage
Chime's PL: 100 (Energy Setting / 150,000 Base)
KP: 1/3
Damage: X
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Post by Oboe on May 21, 2020 16:53:31 GMT -6
The darkness that had overtaken him had not been pleasant. Even in the void of shadows he heard the screaming – the horrible, horrible screaming of so many Namekians who did not make it off the planet. Their souls weighed down by the cracked core of the planets gravometric pull. It was a sickening feeling that was swiftly replaced with the warmth and kindness of his peer. Slowly, but surely, Oboe’s eyes would flutter open – he groaned as pain wracked his body. His exit from the ship had not been pleasant, and connecting, or trying to connect to his homeworld had been met with some drastic results.
I’ll have to be sure…
Oboe looked up at Chime and realized for the first time what was happening. The younger Namekian was using his powers to heal him, restoring his stamina and spirit – though he could already feel it leaking away. Strange was this malady, the illness he felt didn’t seem to make sense. Placing a gentle hand on his before rasping out a response.
“Th-Thank you Chime…”
With some concentrated effort, the Namekian would sit upright and finally try his best to stand yet find himself only able to take a knee. Coughing heavily, more purple fluid escaped his lips. He was looking worse for wear but he was trying his best to recover if only for Chimes Sake.
“I’ve made a horrible error…Namek is indeed gone – but Ive only one true way to find out. I have to find out for myself by going to Otherworld…it’s the only way!”
He was frantic, his words made no sense as they came out in a jumble. It was clear he was distressed and it was clear he wasn’t in his right mind. Still, it seemed he was indeed very panicked over something and he kept insisting over and over that Namek was gone.
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Post by Chime on Jun 17, 2020 0:26:06 GMT -6
Oboe opened his eyes as the healing took effect, and Chime let out a laugh in relief. He wasn't sure why he laughed as opposed to... any other reaction he could have. There was nothing funny about this. Maybe it was either laugh or cry, at this point, and he felt that he was out of tears. He cracked a tentative smile as Oboe met his gaze and placed a hand on his. The Guru wasn't well, it would clearly take more than a simple healing spell to do that, but he was alive. That was enough for now.
Chime quickly found himself placing a forceful hand on his friend's shoulder as he tried to get up, "H-hey, Oboe! Hold on, don't try and stand!" He magicked a cushion on the ground beneath Oboe and tried to push him deliberately (but not roughly) down onto it. Then he planted his other hand on Oboe's opposite shoulder and stood in front of him, bent a bit at the waist so they would be at eye-level. Oboe continued to rant about Namek, but what's more, he said he had to go to Otherworld to find out the planet's fate for certain. There was some sense to that. A destroyed Namek would mean most of the Namekians would be in Otherworld, somewhere. If the planet was fine, then they would still be on it, alive and well. But looking at the state Oboe was in... Chime wasn't about to let him go grocery shopping in West City, much less take an interplanar trip to the afterlife.
"Oboe. Listen to me, okay? Don't panic. We can figure this out, and we don't have to go anywhere. I've gotten pretty good at the whole telepathy thing. I can contact someone, and then we can find out what happened. Alright?" He waited for his brother's acknowledgement, then bowed his head and shut his eyes.
First, he reached out to Oboe's mind. It wasn't sudden, the way it often could be when he was using his telepathy. This was more of a mental knock on the door of Oboe's psyche, and it was on Oboe to open that door for him. With the fragile state the Guru was in, the last thing Chime wanted was to shock him into some kind of episode.
Once their link was established, Chime reached out further. He was looking for the Namekian he knew best: his father. After a minute or two of searching, it was as he'd dreaded, and as Oboe had said. Gong was nowhere to be found in the galaxy. Chime bit the inside of his cheek. If he wasn't within the galaxy, he had to still be somewhere. He pushed out further, sending his consciousness through the barrier between worlds, and taking Oboe along with him. His mental scanning took them through dark, oppressive feeling places. There was nothing concrete, he wasn't powerful enough to see into other worlds, but a vague feeling of gloom surrounded them. It was like wading through a swamp of fear and despair, and Chime almost pulled back, but-- there. The haze suddenly broke as a pinpoint of energy shone through it all. A person.
"Dad?"
The voice that answered sounded nothing like Chime's. His tone was rough and his manner blunt. This was not someone that had conversations very often, "... Chime? Is that you?"
"Dad! Oh Kais, I'm so glad to hear you," Chime's mental voice broke a bit, "A-are you okay? I... I heard something horrible happened back home."
There was a noticeable pause as Chime's father put his words in order, "Well. I'm alright. I can't say the same for most everyone else."
Chime's heart sunk, "... It's gone, isn't it."
"I'm afraid so. I managed to escape into the Demon Realm, but I've yet to meet up with the others. It... might take me a while, admittedly. The geography here is strange, and I haven't been here since before you hatched."
A little spark of hope ignited within Chime. His home planet was gone, most of his people were dead, but his father at least was alive. Maybe not alive and well, but alive. They could work with that.
Before Chime could respond, his father spoke up again. The older Namekian was no telepath himself, but he was versed enough in the mystic arts to sense certain things, "So, are you going to introduce me to your friend?" He sounded remarkably put together, for someone who just witnessed the destruction of their planet.
"O-oh!" Chime startled a bit, "Right, yeah! This is-- well, you probably already know of him. He's Guru Oboe. Oboe, this is Gong. ...He's my dad."
There was a sound between a laugh and a scoff from Gong, "You really do make friends with everyone, don't you."
Chime groaned. Instead of continuing on into the banter he and his father inevitably would spiral into, he gave Oboe a mental nudge, urging him to speak and ask whatever questions he might have.
Chime's PL: 100 (Energy Setting / 150k Base)
KP: 2/3 (+1)
Damage: X
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