Hope, Rediscovered (Iyokan) Aug 17, 2020 11:50:00 GMT -6
Post by Duran on Aug 17, 2020 11:50:00 GMT -6
The wind howled past him for the fiftieth time that day.
For hours he sat upon the rock that was once his home, staring endlessly into the rubble and smog of the Tuffle Ruins. For months, Duran had roamed the ruined Capitol aimlessly, a desperate search for answers, for purpose. After his anger subsided and left him, all that was left was the void in his mind. A hollow stare, an empty heart...Duran felt as if all hope had left him.
Korla was no more. Namek was no more.
And there was nothing he could do about it.
So he roamed the Capitol's streets, his only company being his forlorn thoughts and memories. Slowly but surely, he began to accept that he would not find the answers he sought within these ruins. Scattered intrusions began to fill his head, urging him that maybe it was time to move on. To a different place. Perhaps a new home?
He cast the thoughts aside every time.
He couldn't leave. Not yet- not alone.
Again, the wind howled past his body. Fifty-one, Duran counted.
He looked up at the smog-filled skies, the endless Destron radiation painting the atmosphere in a sickening purple hue. Duran knew that spending his remaining days sulking wouldn't get him anywhere. His one chance at a new life, and he was wasting it by rotting away in these forsaken streets. He hated it. It made him anxious; Restless, and yet he couldn't stop.
The desolate thoughts just wouldn't leave his mind.
Duran finally shifted on the rock, metallic fingers anxiously running over the ridges in his Saiyan armor. He felt himself grow more and more nervous by the second. His fingers began to scratch at the armor, before tapping onto them repetitively. He tapped faster and faster as his fearful thoughts festered, clouding his mind in static. His hollow eyes widened onto the streets.
The wind howled as it passed by. Fifty-two.
It was then that Duran finally moved. He quickly slammed a clenched fist into the rock below him, before hurriedly standing to his feet. Breathing heavily, his fingers moved to the side of his head to access his internal Scouter system. From his robotic eye, a holographic display emerged out into the air before him.
It searched far and wide, before finally connecting to the only person Duran had left.[D-03K0: Iyokan, do you copy? This is Duran.]
[D-03k0: I need to talk to you. Please come to my location A.S.A.P.]
[D-O3k0: ...Thank you.]
COORDINATES SENT.]Duran felt conflicted. It had been months since he last spoke to Iyokan, much less seen her. He'd always wanted to be beside her, deep within his heart he knew that much, yet somehow...He couldn't bring himself to face her.
He couldn't bring himself to confront his failure. To face the truth.
His eyes shut tightly as he let out a raspy, masked breath. A shaky hand moved to his belt and turned the Gravity Device stored within all the way to 'times ninety'. Waves of excrutiating pain immediately coursed through his body, muscles clenching and trembling as he struggled to stand on two feet.
The choking pressure of the increased gravity served to distract him from his fears, to focus on the physical pain rather than the mental.
A temporary relief from his thoughts; An escape.An addiction.
Duran's PL: 50,600 (Fused)
x90 Gravity is in effect for Duran.
Items: Scouter, Gravity, Destron Machine, Minions+Shell