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Post by Oboe on Sept 10, 2020 14:04:34 GMT -6
Planet Earth. The blue marble of the cosmos had been acting as a surrogate home for the Survivors of Planet Namek’s destruction for quite some time; So long, it seemed, that they had even had time to develop a small and personalized village deep within the mountain range of the Yunzabit Heights, hidden away from prying eyes by way of the natural mountain foundation. Far into the range, within an open center surrounded at all sides by stone and granite, a small Namekian styled village could be found. Not as grandiose as some of the other structures on their homeworld, many of the building were reminiscent to their architecture and design, but not made of similar materials.
The village sat in circular fashion, built to outline the center of the village clearly. The Namekian refugees had become quite closed off in the passing weeks – their loss of a home, and the lack of understanding as to why had led them to turn to their spiritual leader for guidance, in hopes that he’d be able to lead them to prosperity once more. Yet, as of late, he’d been unapproachable, avoiding his brethren with intense concentration – barely leaving the domicile which he had setup here in the village. Though they had continued on their normal daily functions, here on this strange alien world, the Namekians too were as lost as their world.
In the center north, a larger structure stood compared to others. Its orange chromium finish separating it from a stationary building to reveal a uniquely designed spacecraft nestled onto the ground. The Gorgon’s Gaze, One of the few vessels Namek had produced, resided within this area as the newly centered home for the former Guru of Namek – now guardian of nowhere; Oboe. Some time had passed since the eternal dragon had heard the pleas of those on earth and restored to the universe some measure of hope. Since that time the Namekian elder had sequestered himself away from others, remaining alone, taking no visitors.
There had been a coldness to the Elder of Namek in the passing weeks; He hadn’t gone to find Tarch, Nor had he gone to speak with the newly revived President of Earth, Carro. He’d forsaken his friends and allies for solitude. On the second level, within his training chamber, Oboe was deep in meditations, his normally white and gold aura flared around him with tints of black and purple. His eyes shifted left and right as if in REM sleep, his mind racing throughout the cosmos, throughout time and space, through memories both his and not his own. His now frail looking body, wracked with pain and illness, seemed to be deteriorating more and more by the day; The loss of his planet, the world he was guardian of, had been causing great discomfort, yet he continued and persisted. Oboe was searching for purpose…searching for answers….searching…for his next path.
He had consulted his previous lives, the former Guru’s of Namek that resided within him. He had spoken to them of his failure to protect their world and - as he had since the destruction of the planet – been met with silence from all but one. He’d meditated on the universe and found himself wanting. He’d still had no idea or reasoning for why Namek had been destroyed – outside the careless wanton desires of unmentionables and their need to be remembered for…something. He had at the very least ascertained the identities of those whom had attacked his world, and in a manner very unlike his own, had promised the Namekian people true and violent justice.
There was something stirring within his tuffulized blood. An impatience that had not once existed prior, an irritation that was not every present. The once kind, grandfatherly figure was changing. Whether it was due to his own mortality fast approaching or the weight of all the negative things he’d been forced through, the former Guru was changing. What was he becoming? What was to become of the Namekian Survivors? As he continued to meditate a strange surge of energy would billow into the atmosphere from within as a sightless surge of force. Like a beacon, Oboe’s surging power would radiate outward as his negativity cast a dark cloud above the village proper. This was the new Era; A throwback to a time long ago. As he listened to the voice within his head, a former leader whose name was synonomus with pain, Oboe found himself agreeing with the other. Whispering softly, to himself more than anything, he would respond to something only he heard…
“Yes, it is as you say…Master Xylo…”
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Post by Violin on Sept 10, 2020 14:28:55 GMT -6
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"Are you certain you sensed something, sir?" The strained voice of Berith called, the Demon struggling to keep up with even a fourth of Violin's speed. The Namekian, for his part, replied promptly: "Certain. A strong power, one that holds an aura of magic... I do not wish to get my hopes up, but it is also unfamiliar to me on a personal level, and as you know I've made it abundantly clear to seek out all strong Power Levels we've noticed so far on Earth." The search for the Guru of Namek and the Kami of Earth was a fruitless one insofar, with nary a trace of either to be found. It was... convenient for Oboe to be out of the picture so Violin could have uncontested reigns to take the seat of leader, but if he was still alive then the Namekian wished to pay proper respects to the Guru. He may not agree with all his decisions and actions, but a breaker of tradition Violin tended to not be. He had learned of many settlements throughout Earth, some set up by the government as official 'camps' and other remote villages constructed by the people.
There was one such village far to the North in Yunzabit, a place where a Namekian of old was said to have touched down... and probably the original Kami of this planet if such tales were to be believed. "...And what is it you aren't telling me?" Berith asked quietly. There was little reason for Violin to be so tense when it came to possibly locating the Guru, the figure he'd been hoping to seek out all this time. The Demon was weak but he was no fool, and detecting the hesitation and trepidation on the Namekian's voice was child's play for an experienced noble like him. "Listen, Lord Violin, I will follow you loyally in spite of you deciding to tell me or not, but... I would very much appreciate an explanation for this erratic behavior." Silent, the Warrior contemplated revealing his worries to his aide. He could be wrong on his assumptions, but if he wasn't... "Berith. I've no true foundation for this assessment, but something feels amiss. I can't say what, why, or how but my instincts are screaming in unison and my body is defying it. I must see for myself who this signature belongs to."
The village came into view, the conversation ending as the duo landed and surveyed the area. "Chötgör algad..." he mumbled irritably, invoking the Mazoku script to fully convey his frustration. "Pardon me," He called to a passing Namekian "I'm looking for someone. The source of that extremely powerful energy signature... that wouldn't happen to be the Guru would it?" His kin only affirmed his guess, Violin's heart pounding even more as he bowed in thanks. It was almost time. Soon enough he'd come to face to face with the sage he'd been searching for ever since Namek had exploded. Oboe. Making his way over to the ship, Violin knocked forcibly upon it. "Guru?" He called out in an assertive voice - far different from the regular villagers. "I'd like to speak with you."
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Post by Oboe on Sept 10, 2020 15:39:33 GMT -6
Thoughts interrupted by the repetitious rapping of skin to metal, Oboe’s eyes fluttered open – a faint glow of violet leaving the iris of his pupils before returning to normal. With his brothers respecting his desire for solitude for so long, the former Guru could only guess at whom was demanding his attention now. In a previous time, he’d of welcome the interruption. His typical fashion of opening his door to all, offering a warm smile and refreshments while he attended to their desires and wants from him. The grumble emanating from the Namekian made it clear that those days were behind him.
The voice was audible, even from the second level, thanks to his enhanced hearing; The person outside not only knew him by title – but spoke in a manner that almost came off as a demand. Or, perhaps, in his moody state he was taking it as if being issued a demand. Regardless, Oboe would uncross his legs and stand once against on the metallic grating that made up his floor. Making his way to the lift, the green skinned Sage would stand upon the elevator and make his way down to the main level.
As the rapping continued, Oboe would grumble further and slowly input the sequence of buttons to unlock the main door and stand there as it slid upward into the bulkhead. Standing before the Namekian, Oboe’s visage would be a shock to many whom had seen him before this moment. His skin, normally smooth and unmarred was darker, wrinkled in many areas and marked with age spots. His figure, normally upright and confident was hunched over, gripping onto the staff he’d normally had with him for support. He didn’t seem like the Young Leader of Namek anylonger, rather he seemed to have aged dramatically in the short time. A biproduct of Namek’s Destruction?
“…Yes? I am, or was, The Guru of Namek; What is it you want of me?” His tone was not the normal kind tenor he was used to speaking with, but rather a raspy tone devoid of kindness, filled with exhaustion. For someone who held such great and wonderous power within, his physical form did not show. He noticed, immediately, the one before him to be a Namekian, though he did not recognize him from Namek at all.
“…Strange…a Namekian? Now I’m curious…what is it you want from me, Brother that you’d disturb my meditations?”
This situation was strange. Was this really Oboe of Namek?
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Post by Violin on Sept 10, 2020 16:06:13 GMT -6
"I..." For a moment Violin hesitated. This Namekian... this wrinkled, raspy, near-hostile being? It could not have been their Sage - their leader. The power didn't lie, and his abode was certainly befitting. What then was going on here? "I would like answers from you regarding recent events... including Namek itself." This was wrong. This was strange. Two Namekians should treat each other kindly and with open arms, not with vague hostility and underlying rude behavior. Violin was used to it. His tenure in the Demon Realm and having Berith as his partner certainly saw to shaping his vocabulary and diction in a way far different from most of his kin. "Yet first and foremost we can ignore that. Tell me instead what happened to you." The Guru was supposed to be a figure of pride and peace on Namek. Their stalwart and unflinching spiritual advisor. This shell of a Namekian was not that... not from what he could tell. From all his time spent in the realm of evil incarnate, Violin's will had endured. He'd surpassed himself and come out still a morally straight individual. Was the destruction of their planet taking such a toll on the Guru that he had become this?
"Come now, Lord Violin. Surely you can tell when somebody had wanted privacy?" Berith interjected much to the surprise of the Warrior Caste member. "Yet we are here now. If this is truly the Guru you were so adamant about finding surely more respect is owed." The Demon smiled slyly, giving Oboe only a passing glance as his gaze returned to focus solely on Violin. "What do I know of your traditions, I know I know. Tis' simply me injecting common courtesy from my courts into this situation. There, if you were to so flagrantly disrespect each other it would end in a fight. Of course even now I don't think the Namekians are quite as brutish as my own kin... even if they have the potential to be." Indeed, from what Berith had gleaned, Namekians were one of the more powerful species in the galaxy. Their natural strength, mystic connections, Dragon Balls, and regeneration were all factors that served to make them very threatening if turned an enemy. Doing so, however, was the hard part. The slugs were traditionally pacifists first and warriors second, meaning precious few of them were dedicated to growing stronger. Violin, Oboe, and the Kami Chime were the only three both Berith and Violin knew of that had any sort of exceptional power.
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Post by Oboe on Sept 10, 2020 17:10:50 GMT -6
The hesitation was noted, it was something he’d become accustomed to as of late. To each Namekian whom could see him now, he knew they would be shocked and appalled by his visage. He listened, intently, to the other – nodding to his words as if the very act assisted in his following along. Sighing, audibly, the Namekian would look to the other and open his mouth as if to express some discomfort in having to explain what was occurring with him yet again – but, the demonic entity behind his brethren caught him mid-breath. This one, knew decorum, understood what was to be expected in a court of royalty. He could tell from his mannerisms he was not just some simple observer.
“…Well then. Come in…we can speak on this more inside…it’s better that way…”
Standing to the side, the elderly looking Namekian made room for the pair to enter and, upon their acquiescence, would seal the door behind them. As the daylight filtered in from the large open view-port at the front of the ships bridge, Oboe would slowly make his way towards the Captains seat before taking his rightful place and relaxing into the leather itself. Even the act of moving took much from him, and in that moment, it looked as If he could topple over at any moment.
He’d stare at the pair for a very long moment, as if urging them to take seats in the adjacent chairs for both the com station and the defense station. Exhaling long and deeply, Oboe would do his best to explain the situation to the other Namekian, concerned at how things may come across yet no longer as caring for such things.
“So…you wanted answers to questions hm? You wanted to know what happened to Namek, and what caused me to malform into this…abominable form? Well, brother, the answer to those questions are one in the same…”
He paused, staring at the two before continuing;
“I had left our homeworld in the hopes of bringing some new trainees to Earth, to broaden their horizons and meet other Namekians that had situated peacefully on other worlds – all in an attempt to show them that the universe isn’t as horrible as they thought. After all, we’re at the precipice of growth for Hatchlings born of this era…they were released into a world of conflict, death, destruction all upon our own soil…”
Breathing in again, the Namekian began to cough violently into his open palm. His hacks and wheezes labored, his body shuddering in pain as violet blood spittle flew onto his green hand. Staring at it, a trickle of blood leaking down his chin, Oboe would frown.
“…so I left. I brought them here to meet Brother Chime – the Kami of Earth – and teach them patience. If I hadn’t done that…if I hadn’t been so stupid…Namek may still stand…No…Namek WOULD still be here, I know…if I had been there…IF I HAD BEEN THERE!”
As he spoke the last words, the ship itself would rumble and shake as if his very expression caused the earth around them to recoil in fear of the angry, aging Namekian. As swiftly as it had began, the rumbling would cease as Oboe composed himself.
“What you see before you is the outcome of a Guardian losing the world he was charged to protect. A Punishment, from the gods above, to those who forsake their promises. I swore to protect Namek and her people – I Swore to never let her be harmed, to never let any of our brothers to die…” He turned away, not wanting them to see the sadness of failure in his eyes.
“and I failed. My Body represents the state Namek is now in. As she remains cracked, broken, drifting in the void of space…I too crack and break…and begin to drift…”
He finished there, allowing the silence to fill the space between them all. This was the most Oboe had spoken on this issue in weeks – and verbalizing it was less therapeutic than he’d hoped. Instead, he was being filled with rage, sadness, anger, disappointment. The Guru of Namek was taking Namek’s destruction more personally than her citizens. He felt every death, he had felt every crack in the planets crust, every burning scar left upon her surface….and his body represented that.
“So…Curious one…Now you know…”
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Post by Typha on Sept 10, 2020 22:18:35 GMT -6
When Typha had met with Carro one of his big concerns was finding out where Oboe had been. Neither of them knew where Oboe had gone after that wish on the dragonballs. Typha was sure Oboe was not feeling all that great mentally after Namek being destroyed. If Konats had been destroyed then everyone arrived and sent to a different planet he'd be pretty down in the dumps too. But he also knew that if Oboe was up and running he could always make the namekian dragonballs here or some other planet? He didn't know how the magic worked if it was bound to a specific planet but either way if Namek was going to be restored it had to involve Oboe. There was no way around that. Typha had been looking for a few days with little success but then he felt the power of Oboe. But it felt quite weak. Typha got worried right away, was Oboe doing ok? Typha flew to where he felt the power to see what was going on.
Typha glanced around. It was the Yunzabit Heights he had decided to go? It was a cold place. The winds blew his hair around as Typha robotic eye scanned around. They were two powers here. One was Oboe and another was a Namekian too. He had met this Namekian too before briefly when he had arrived. He was sure that Violin was the name. Typha was unsure if he should join them as it seemed to be a somewhat private thing between the two but he also needed to check on Oboe. Typha flew arriving at the large structure in the middle of the heights. Typha walked over bowing his Namekians. "Hello to both of you." He glanced and he could see that Oboe was indeed not doing well. To say he was doing any sort of well would be a flat out lie. He seemed tired and weak. He was nothing like the Guru that Typha had met so many times. Typha looked up at Oboe. "It is nice to see you." Hopefully, him being here could bring some good news to Oboe.
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Post by Violin on Sept 11, 2020 13:04:33 GMT -6
Violin heaved a breath of relief as Oboe relented, inviting them in and seemingly willing to share what ailed him. Berith hummed quietly as he trailed behind the Namekian, glancing around the ship with great interest. Despite the rocky start, the Guru's condition worried Violin greatly. The man looked like death itself - as if he could keel over at any given breath with no forewarning. Silently taking the communications seat, Berith did the same on the opposite defense seat - the Demon holding a hand to his chin as he silently awaited, a juxtaposition to Violin's twitchy movements and desire to speak once more. To try and assuage the ailing Namekian before him... no matter how vain of an attempt that would be. The Namekian allowed Oboe to say his piece with no interruptions, only frowning in concern as his brother bled simply from the act of speaking. The words he spoke held merit to them, yet Violin could not help but feel that the older Namekian was being unreasonable to himself.
"Oboe." Violin spoke firmly, uncaring of whether or not his words would have an effect on the grieving Guru before him. "You only truly fail your duties when you refuse to continue them upon a defeat like this. Do you not see it? The Namekians are alive once more. Those responsible for this will be held accountable, even if we must exact justice by our own hands. It is your duty as Guru to guide our people on these strange new planets, to ensure they can prosper and truly live amongst the natives while we bide time for the Dragon Balls of Earth to be restored. Namek itself may be destroyed, but truly failing can only come at the behest of yourself... do not sit idle and grieve what could have been when you have the chance to shape the future into a better one for our kind." He rose from his chair, offering a slight bow and a symbol of prayer to the Guru. "I, for one, could never believe our God or Gods to be so vitriolic. Is this a punishment, or a test of resolve? Your body ails, but there is a solution somewhere already available to you... but you must think to reach it. If mysticism was not the answer or cure, then who else have you forged bonds with that could help?"
Berith stood as well, except his attention was focused on the window behind the Guru, squinting in confusion. "I do not mean to break up this moment, sirs, but we have another visitor..." Oboe and Violin both could have sensed it before the words left the Demon's lips. A pointy-eared warrior had arrived in the midst of this heart-to-heart talk. Once Typha had spoken his part, Berith would be the first to respond irritably: "While I'm sure that whatever you have to say is important, stranger, you just interrupted a very important conversation simply to say pleasantries. However, it is not my place to continue scolding you. If there is insult to be had, it is at the feet of Lord Violin and the Guru." Turning to the aforementioned Sage, Berith gestured at the Konatsian. "Please, sir, if you mean to allow him inside allow me to open the door. You needn't strain yourself any more than you already have."
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Post by Kuroza on Sept 11, 2020 14:41:50 GMT -6
"JUST WHEN IN THE HELL ARE YOU COMING BACK MICA?!"
The sound of a raging young adult female would thunder over the sound of a twin turbo engine whilst driving on a road that bordered the ocean off to the left. It's radiant blue hues like a giant sparkling sapphire as the lone inhabitant within the convertible looked out toward the sea, seemingly lost in thought. "HELLO ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME?! I SWEAR EVER SINCE THAT NIGHT YOU'VE BEEN ACTING LIKE A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT PERSON! .... GRRR DON'T MAKE ME COME THROUGH THIS RADIO AND SOCK YOU!" As the female's voice came over the receiver, it would seemingly enlarge, taking on a cartoonish form as it enlarged and constricted to the females vocal patterns.
Nonchalantly, the silver-haired driver would smirk as he would calmly reply. "I'm listening loud and clear Larima, and I told you, I'm out learning more about the world.[/b] Suddenly, a large spike in energy would be emitted several miles away, causing his 3D Scan Tool to beep and ping to the absurd readings of energy. Before giving the trail to said location. The sudden wave would cause the Silver-haired man to swerve before parking his vehicle onto the shoulder of the road, and instinctively cut off his engine. "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT SOUND? YOU BETTER NOT BE RACING IN THAT CAR MY DADDY BOUGHT YOU! IT TOOK ME DAYS TO FINALLY CONVINCE HIM! The man would hold up the transceiver to his mouth before speaking. "I gotta go."
Just as the female on the other end of the line was about to enter what only could be understood as a hellion rage, the call would disconnect. "Humans..." Running his gloved hands through his hair, the Tufflized Android would begin to float from his standing position before entering a charged flight in the direction of the energy surge's source. (This is by far the strongest power level I've stumbled across since my arrival on this planet... This is sure to be promising....)
Kuroza From Somewhere between West City and Yahhoy headed to Yunzabit Highlands
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Post by Oboe on Sept 14, 2020 16:40:50 GMT -6
The youthful Namekians words would have once upon a time resonated truth within the Elder. Still, how could he expect the other to understand the path he traversed to make it to this point? How do you verbalize the pain and resignation you felt within your own body? He sighed, the frustration of such things slowly getting to him. Sitting back in his chair, steadying his breathing, Oboe would respond to the commentary as politely as he could – his soft tone barely making sound in this quiet room.
“My duty was to protect Namek; to lead our people to prosperity and health upon our world. Now, displaced as we are, we’re merely guests on a world full of threats. This is not a permanent place for us, in fact I don’t know that there is such a place…not anymore…” He would look out the window at the people going about their lives outside. A Silence overtook him for a moment…
“…I intend to continue to lead our people as I can; yet where that may be? Who knows…”
Oboe would take the opportunity to truly stare at this Namekian. He hadn’t recognized him from Namek, so it was possible either he was from one of the outlying villages and managed his way here with the Wish to restore the lives, or, he was one of the many who had been on a pilgrimage and managed to avoid destruction that way. Still, his faith and words resonated a tad with the begrudgingly grumpy Guru.
“There may be…someone I could ask…but…”
Before he could finish the thought, a figure would stand infront of the main viewport – a familiar individual whose very presence here shocked Oboe.
“T-Typha?” He stated incredulously.
The last time he had saw the Konatsian had been on Namek, briefly, after he’d returned to life – but had not seen the man since. He’d had visions, during the destruction of his homeworld, but he hadn’t thought them to be accurate. Yet, as he was discussing the state of Namek and where to go from here with Violin, the random appearance interrupted. Pressing a button on the chair, the view-port would begin to raise up, allowing the brisk air to wash over those within. Standing up, he would look at Violin and his ally and incline his head outward towards the village proper.
“I wasn’t aware we’d have more guests…come, let us go back outside – but to answer your question Violin; There is maybe one…or another…who could potentially help this dismal state – but for now…”
Walking towards the viewport, now open, Oboe would offer a weak but genuine smile to the Konatsian before stepping onto the frameway;
“Typha – its wonderful to see you, please, join us within – its far too cold out here for such things. Come, come…”
Oboe would usher the man in with his hands, looking more like an aging slug then a youthful guru – the Sage of Oros would hope that all who had arrived would enter the room without issue.
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Post by Typha on Sept 14, 2020 22:54:13 GMT -6
It seemed he had arrived at a really bad time. Violin was talking to Oboe. Guess he was trying to comfort him about Namek being destroyed. Guess that was something related to his sickness? Typha glanced at Berith who seemed to be really annoyed that he just walked over and interrupted their talk. Typha bowed his head. "My apologies that is very much true but Oboe and I are good friends. When I sense his ki and see how frail he looked I had to step in and see how he was doing." Typha stretched back up and decided to wait for Oboe to speak. He was the one he cared about. No offense to Berth but his concern for his friend was higher than his worry about how the feeling of the demon might have been hurt. Typha glanced at Oboe as he spoke. Typha stood up nodding to Oboe. Oboe seemed to be willing to let him inside and that what mattered. Typha nodded. "Thank you Oboe." Typha would bow his head to the guru. "Lord Guru it is nice to see you." Typha smiled lightly as he walked in. He allowed the Violin and his companion to do the talking for now. Then he'd speak once they were done.
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Violin
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Post by Violin on Sept 16, 2020 10:24:44 GMT -6
Violin didn't have the best impression of Earth or its inhabitants either after that fiasco on Kami's Lookout, but it was surprising to hear the Guru speak so suspiciously of it as well. "If Earth is no home to our kind then we shall find another," He pressed on, determined to not the aged Namekian before him slip so easily into the crags of despair. "There is still the haven of Maestropolis upon Vegeta that was untouched by the fiends who destroyed our home - and legends of ages pass tell how the Namek we called our own was a replacement for one lost..." He chuckled a bit, arms folding in thought. "It seems that the life of a nomad and unjust persecution are both bonded to the essence of the Namekian people with how often it happens. Not terribly long ago we rose up under the rule of a Mazoku Leader with terrible might, and here we are again. Cowering and begging for saviors - with none coming."
Berith had noticed an interloper, Violin's expression morphing to one of neutrality as the Konatsian addressed the pair from outside the ship. "Ah, him. We've met once before at the Lookout - quite recently, in fact." Typha was the one of the only people there Violin didn't develop some sort of distaste for. The Konatsian had died protecting their planet, and had been willing to hear him out in the face of the Earthling's rage and the bug's incompetence. "Though to reveal he also has prior connections with our Guru is news to me." He stayed in place, watching as the Alien was invited into the ship by a seemingly genuinely happy Oboe. Well... if this Typha was truly his friend, then he was all the more welcome. Oboe's mood had been rather dour until this point. "Salutations," Violin said respectfully, offering a small bow. "Porunga tanyg udirdan chigluulekh boltugai."
He didn't expect for Typha, and possible even Oboe, to pick up on his dialect immediately and so translated it proper for them: "May Porguna guide you. A friend of Guru is a friend to me." Berith, for his part, simply sighed and move back to his own seat. It was clear that this battle of ettiqutie wasn't one he'd win given the circumstances. "The Konatsian Prince, famous for his feats of valor and rumored to possess an art of combat taught by those who lurk in the Afterlife. It is good to meet you for myself, I've only tales and what Lord Violin has told me for information up until now."
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Post by Kuroza on Sept 19, 2020 8:40:44 GMT -6
Continuing his flight toward the last sensed location of the enormous ki signature, Kuroza would make note of the winds growing stronger as he neared the location, the air becoming colder and thinner, and the sky becoming darker. Honestly, this was becoming more and more apparent of a location that shouldn't be ventured, however, Kuroza's curiosity and thirst for information kept him steadfast in his approach. The maws of mountain formations would etch the horizon, as if the landscape itself was the living beast. The treacherous terrain would mean such hostility toward the average human. This was a clear deduction that the origin of said power surge was truly one to not be taken lightly.
A ping would sound from Kuroza's 3D Scan Tool, as it was now able to pick up a group of energy signatures.
110,000.... 200,000.....225,000!
And they were grouped together!? The android would stop in his tracks, as he now hovered over a small settlement of strangely shaped off-white houses, in what seemed to be an orbital fashion, built around one larger enclosure that appeared to be less "permanent" than the others. A desire to land was now pending. Was this fear? Such a strange sensation.
Slowly, Kuroza would descend his boots clacking onto the exposed rock below. Walking, the machine would eye the village, scanning the structures. "These power levels are stronger than the average populous, but not by much...
Suddenly, his scanner would alert him, before homing in on a location within the larger construct just ahead of him.
"Berith... What would he of all people be doing here?"
Now wanting to get down to the bottom of why a man whom he had only come to know of in such a short amount of time, and over a game a chess of all things was now in the presence of such mammoth power levels. This couldn't be mere coincidence...
As he now grew closer to the ship, a sudden sensation would overcome the neo machine mutant within the android.
(...They know I'm here...)
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Post by Oboe on Sept 28, 2020 11:34:57 GMT -6
“And you my friend; I’m glad to see you no worse the wear. I heard you’d been on Namek when she blew up – My apologies…I should’ve been there…” As he mentioned his knowledge and regret to Typha. It was clear Oboe was privy to the knowledge of the others attempts to protect the now former planet of Namekians. He watched, quietly, as Violin and his compatriot also greeted the Konatsian Prince; His reputation clearly proceeding him.
Violin had begun to list off the many different colonies and places that could act as a subsequent home for the Namekians, until such a time as Earths Dragon Balls returned to use, and frowned at the idea of Maestropolis. While he did indeed have plans to head to the planet and check it out for himself, see the lay of the land and if it would work – Oboe did not have the faith in the native population to leave them to their devices – as Namek’s destruction clearly pointed out, where you set up your home is just as important as whom you give directions to.
As Violin introduced himself and greeted Typha in Namekian, Oboe for the moment felt himself relax more fully into the seat. Contrary to his recent nature of being a recluse…he had to admit, it was truly nice to have visitors once again – outside of the desires of man. It was so nice that he found himself desiring to do something he hadn’t in quite some time. Slowly, painfully and with effort, Oboe would rise out of his seat and grip his Staff with all his weight. His limp like movements making it easy to see the now elderly looking Namekian was deteriorating before their eyes. He motioned the others to follow as the doors at the rear of the bridge opened with a familiar snap-hiss.
The hallways of this massive Namekian vessel were devoid of light; It seemed as if Oboe hadn’t engaged the full power of his vessel in some time. Nevertheless, the green slug-man knew where he was going and in time made his way down the corridor and to the left, where a small dining area resided. Upon entering the room the brilliant white-light from above would radiate into existence. The room was quaint but open for the three others to seat themselves comfortably at the dining room table built into the wall. Its curved bench seating making it more of a restaurant booth then anything else.
“Would you all care for some tea? We might as well get comfortable. Ive a feeling we’ll be speaking for a bit…”
Kuroza’s Laptop died out; For now we’ll skip him until he’s back! New Post Order: Oboe, Violin, Typha
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