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Post by Lusca on Dec 28, 2016 17:36:28 GMT
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Lusca sat up against one of the Ajissa trees that dotted the landscape around the Grand Elder's Village, her bo staff sat across her legs as she was trying to meditate. She found that meditating was a good way to try and clear her mind and thoughts of the more... negative aspects of her psyche, without having to resort to becoming a Fission. And given the recent interaction with that perverted metallic menace, as well as the sheer nonsense that was the elderly human... well, the feminine Namekian had a few things to clear out from her head. One of these days she feared that she may just wind up becoming what some amongst the Namekian people thought she was because of her moments of rage... Mazoku. A member of the Demon Caste.
Her knuckles whitened as her fists grew tighter as she thought about those words. The feminine Namekian hated how she appeared to others... her own reflection in the waters of any world she traveled to seeming to mock her at every turn. Her physical appearance was a deviation. Only the Mazoku Caste deviated from how Namekians were meant to appear, and even though she was the sworn bodyguard of the new Guru himself, she could still hear the whispers on their lips... disturbingly even when their lips weren't moving. It was an ability she had been trying to learn, to better control as she learned it, and that was telepathy. After having experienced it from the Saiyan that had observed the creation of the Dragon Balls, Lusca had decided to try and work on learning this technique herself, to better work as the Guru's protector.
But as she began to expand her mind, it had begun to bring her nothing but a growing anger... an anger that she knew she should share with Accordio, but Lusca did not wish to burden him with her issues or concerns. He had enough on his plate as it was with trying to locate the seven Dragon Balls he had crafted, before anyone else could snatch them up, as well as his duties as Guru. Her growing telepathic abilities allowed her to gently brush against the surface thoughts of those around her, and most of the time whenever any normal Namekian saw her, they believed her to be of Xylo's ilk and kin... even after they saw her with the Guru.
Meditation like this helped a little with getting her mind to focus and shut out those thoughts, but she knew she couldn't depend on it all the time. If only she could just stop the whispers... the whispers of everyone elses minds, as well as her own. That dark little corner in the back of her own mind that agreed with them... that said she was Mazoku, that she didn't realise it yet, that she was denying what she truly was with her little acts of nobility and duty. That what she truly desired was to lash out, and destroy those around her... Each day it was getting just a little harder to fight back that little voice. She had managed to vent her frustrations and rage against the android Hunter, and that had managed to quell it for a time... but she couldn't just keep doing that. But at the same time, she didn't want to become a Fission. If she became a Fission, she wouldn't be... Lusca anymore. At least, not the Lusca that she was now.
She slammed a fist into the ground, her teeth biting into her lips as she fought within her own mind about what she was, who she was... I hate this darkness... but I don't want to sever it from me... I don't want it to roam free... but I hate it, I hate it, I hate it! What should I do? thought Lusca to herself, unconsciously using her telepathic abilities to spread her thoughts.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2016 0:04:16 GMT
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Not far away, a large form paused in flight. Was that... he vaguely recognised the 'voice' currently echoing in his head. It had been a while now, but... Lusca. The guardian of Helix he had met. She was on Namek, it seemed, and in some distress. Angling his flight downwards, Walker settled just to the side of the anguished Namekian.
"Are you well, Lusca?" It was a bit of a silly question, perhaps, but the Namekian might not be aware that her thoughts were broadcast, and he wished to spare her embaressement if she could avoid it. Settling down beside her, he crossed his legs and closed his eyes. "Is something the matter?" A calm, but rather subdued opening, to be sure. Still, she seemed to be struggling with something. If he was honest, it was something he was considering himself. What was "Darkness", what was a hero? The conflicting shades of grey crowded his vision, and he was not sure if seeing clearly was even possible.
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Post by Lusca on Dec 30, 2016 1:28:44 GMT
The sudden presence and voice of the sentient tree shocked the feminine Namekian out of her meditation, and she realised that she had been broadcasting her thoughts again. It was the only reason she could think of for why and how she'd managed to attract Walker's attention. She hung her head in shame, looking away from the Caretaker of the Earth's Lookout. She sat in silence for a moment before sighing and shaking her head. "I... I don't know." Lusca said softly. "I failed to protect Helix on Earth, because he was a Fission... his other half..." Her fists became tighter, so much so that her nails pierced her flesh and she began to bleed. Her blood slowly began to drip out onto the blue grass of Namek.
"What did Helix expect me to do, if I ever found myself facing him? Just stand there?" she asked of Walker, and of herself as well. It was a question she still didn't have the answer for, even after all this time. She unfurled one of her fists and looked at the bleeding hand in front of her, taking in every detail of its shape and texture. "Now I try to do my duty, as Accordio's protector... but... everyone we've met..." she said before slamming her fist into the ground, biting her lip till it was bleeding as well. "Everyone we've met is so much stronger than I am! How am I supposed to protect someone if I can't even come close to the enemy's level?!" she cried out, slamming her fist into the ground once more.
"Would it even matter?" the feminine Namekian asked, giving voice to her doubts. "No matter what I do... every Namekian looks at me the same way. I can hear them, even if they don't speak... they think I'm Mazoku, because I'm different... they think I'm a Demon..." she said, slamming her fist once more into the ground. "I train, and I train to get stronger, to better protect the Guru, but it's not enough and all the people can ever, will ever see me as is Mazoku." said Lusca, her fist twisting in the ground. "...And what if they're right? What if deep down, I am a demon? When I lashed out against that perverted android... it felt... good. It felt enjoyable to put him into the ground, to smash his face in..." she admitted, once more looking at her bleeding hand.
"I know I can end this torment, that I can just... tear it out from me, to become a Fission." the feminine Namekian said before shaking her head once more. "But then, I wouldn't be me anymore... who I am now, would cease to exist. I would be two halves, and even if they became one again... it wouldn't be me. It would be a different me... or not even me at all." she said, wrapping her arms around herself as she gave voice to her dread and distaste for the process. "And even if I could somehow become me again... should I even do it? Inflict upon the world all of my hate, my rage, my anger, unfettered and unrestrained? Become what I fear, even if its only half of me?" she asked, before shaking her head and sighing. "I... I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2017 18:18:33 GMT
Nodding slowly, Walker remained still. "His other half is Xylo, the Mazoku Namekian, son of Lord Tuner... the Namekian who's essence dwells within me. He is, in a sense, my brother." It had been fairly apparent, when Helix vanished during the chaos on Namek. Even if it hadn't, his interactions in hell had given hints, and this just confirmed it. It made a twisted sort of sense, really. The pair were alike, in ways.
"I'm afraid I don't have an answer for you on the matter of strength. I was created with a rather high power level, and my strength has grown ever since. Is it chance, fate, or simply some secret? I cannot truly say. However, I cannot fault you for weakness despite effort." His own aura was clear to both of them, and it would be disingenuous to pretend there wasn't a difference between the pair. Lusca was not even in the same league as the Super Saiyans.
At her anguish over the Mazoku heritage, he hesitated. What to say? He was connected to the Demon Clan of the Namekians, but it was not the same. It was not apparent, certainly, and he had never been troubled over it. Then again, he hadn't grown up as part of the culture. The structures of it had no hold over him. Although... "And if you are a demon? Demons are a race, but others use it as a slur. They try and get you to fit their preconceived notions, to fit you into some category. Do not worry about whether or not you are a demon. Consider your motives, and what you want to achieve. Consider your methods, and whether they are necessary or not."
His eyes hardened for a moment. "If I may... I was taught restraint, mercy, and such. I believe them to be necessary, that killing should not occur without reason. However..." He held up a hand, clenched tight. "I faced a man named Plato. He had taken over Konats by force, and in his delusions believed himself a loved and respected king, rather than a tyrant who had attempted genocide. I banished him, sending him away. Not long after, he came to earth, and in a tantrum, hundreds of people were killed." Sighing, Walker lowered his hand. "Not those like us, who can return to life with will or guile. People whose lives are now over. If I had stopped him before, they would be alive. When I arrived to end that lunatic, people claimed he should live, and try to be rehabilitated."
A slight snarl entered his voice. "Where do you draw the line, then? At what point do you stop allowing a monster to run free? The people love their ideals, and shiny images of justice and moral high ground, but regard it as a shocking tragedy when the killer kills again. Violence is necessary in this world, and even death may be overcome by the strong." Turning to Lusca, he stared at her. "Do you understand? Do not allow yourself to run unchecked, but do not believe yourself evil just because others say so. All you can truly do is watch yourself, and decide if what you did was necessary, and why."
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ΣnzymΣ
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Post by ΣnzymΣ on Jan 5, 2017 5:34:55 GMT
[PL: 8,668 + Heavy Weights = Thread PL: 2,167] Enzyme stepped out from behind a building in the Grand Elder’s Village, the bio-android scanning the green inhabitants. He was wrapped up in a brown cloak made of his own tissue, holes scattered it’s layers but with the hood pulled up and his antenna on display he looked to be just like one of them. It had been a long while since he had seen one of these namekians Enzyme choosing to lock himself away for several months in the very lab he was born. He had been a busy little bee studying much and researching into complicated subjects. Offering his help to those who lost their livelihood in the battle of saiyan and demon was the last time he had been seen. The people back then were lost and terrified and the creature desired to help them in anyway he could, finding them to be a kind race in general deserving of his assistance. They appeared to have something that many sought after, what that is was still somewhat a mystery to Enzyme, it surely made the planet and the people a target. Since he had been gone so long now he wondered if any would even recall him, better to keep his identity under wraps for now. Walking out into the main center of the village he now pondered what had missed in his time away. This would be something worth digging up, but to whom would he dig it from. Decisive eyes scanning the horizon as many a simple namekian passed him by. Those same eyes would eventually land on an even more plant like humanoid but not of the usual green variety, sitting near a bunch of the lovely blue trees. Flanking him was another green one but she seemed to stand out from the status quo crowd by just a smidge. His antenna wiggled curiously and he drank in what these people felt like from deep within their souls. While the namekian was rather strong she was dwarfed by the unidentified tree-person. His power overwhelming the bio-android and if he had an inkling of what cowardice felt like he might have had his knees buckle. Thankfully he had not been designed with that reaction in mind he did however make a mental note not to try and get that one angry. “ This would appear to be the one to dig” confirming his decision. Quietly as he could Enzyme approached the pair walking up to be just out of their peripheral view and his cloak still clung to him, his tail hidden beneath. His ears picked up their conversation near the end as he closed the gap. He blinked before hopping right next to Walker, his brown drape spreading on the ground as he crouched low. “ I have to agree with this strange one, he is communicating a sincere depiction of existence. This world is truly not a binary place of hues, there is an area where they become muddied.” Enzy held a finger to his chin for a moment as his cogs turned “ Grey area?” Lusca
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Post by Lusca on Jan 10, 2017 11:37:47 GMT
The revelation that Xylo was in a sense Walker's brother startled the feminine Namekian, and even though he tried to cheer her up with his speech about perceptions regarding the title of demon, Lusca still found herself uncertain. It was when he told her of his encounter with Plato though that his words seemed to resonate within her. She understood where he was coming from, what he was saying... how necessary acts had to be followed through, regardless of what others may think of you or the situation... Lusca nodded in her understanding, even as a small cloaked Namekian appeared and seemed to agree with Walker's words. At least she thought they were a Namekian... They looked like one, but to her Senses they felt... almost like how Walker felt. Like a mish-mash of energies... "Thank you... and, who are you little one?" she inquired.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2017 0:21:52 GMT
Nodding, the tree bowed. "Yes, than-" He stopped. He turned. He looked down.
Well.
That had genuinely surprised him. He really should have been paying better attention. It seemed there was a small, probably artificial but possibly alien creature sitting next to him. It appeared to be wearing some sort of brown cloak, and was agreeing with his statement. "I believe Grey Area is the correct term, yes."
"Yes, I have to ask... who exactly are you?" He inquired, leaning to the side. He hadn't seen this one before, and he had to admit, the appearance was intriguing.
(Sorry, short post, trying to move things along.)
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Post by ΣnzymΣ on Jan 25, 2017 6:01:08 GMT
Enzyme looked up from under his cloak at both Lusca and Walker, his antenna twitching. “I am referred to by the moniker, Enzyme, my chosen name.” His tail swished under his cloak and he made a decision to trust both of these individuals with his true heritage. If a namekian can talk to a tree then Enzy couldn’t be too much of a leap. His small hands reached up and pulled back his hood revealing his green skin and mish mash of features. “I inquire as to what I may call you both, it would please me.” The bio-android not having mastered manners yet.
“I have been located here for several months after hatching. I have met few of your kind green one, among others, but I was preoccupied for a majority of said months.” Spoke the green squat creature quickly. “But I digress, please I did not mean to interrupt your conversation.” Enzyme taking the moment to sit next to Walker. Wrapping his tail under his buttocks and sitting on top of it like a cushion.
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Post by Lusca on Jan 28, 2017 11:23:24 GMT
"Enzyme?" mused the feminine Namekian. That was a strange name for a Namekian child to have on them, although he'd apparently chosen it for himself? It was then that she noticed the tail that he had growing out behind him. An odd looking Namekian with a tail and a strange name? Is this child a Mazoku? Her hands briefly tightened before she forced herself to relax a little. For a hatchling that had only been around a few months, Enzyme was surprisingly well spoken... but it seemed that he didn't consider himself a Namekian? Was he then more similar to Walker than to herself? That would fit with what she could sense from him... but he appeared so much like a Namekian...
The more she learned about this little one, the more questions she found being raised by his presence. "I'm called Lusca." she said, introducing herself to the little creature. "And... no apologies needed." the feminine Namekian said before she sighed a little and stared off into the distance. "...I swear though, if I ever meet Helix in this realm or the next, I am going to punch him right in the face for not telling me about his other half." grumbled Lusca.
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