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Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2017 0:51:56 GMT
| Namorel Powerlevel: 103,785
Namorel Jr Powerlevel: 25,946
Effects: T1 Shop if applicable |
S.O.S
"Are you sure you can get it to work... even I know you have only used this thing twice and neither time did you any good."
Namorel Jr remarked sarcastically as his father picked away at the tiny electronic device on the table. They stood an open building, paper covered disks lined up on racks across the structure and the walls, it was Namorel's record shop, albeit he didn't all that much business here on Namek. At this time however the building had been closed for the past few hours and Namorel was taking advantage of the fact to tinker with his scouter some, there was a feature he needed to learn how to use... the call feature. He had to get a hold of either Ayumu or Celmaru, someone at the least. He needed to see if he could get someone to come to the planet to help with the Xylo 'issue' in one way or another, but for the past couple hours, the feature had all but given itself to him freely. To the point that he had opened the device up to poke at the electronic bits on the inside as well. Namorel Jr stood beside him, critiquing him with every little failure on Namorel's part.
"If I knew what I was doing would I still be prodding at this damned device?"
Namorel replied, a tinge of anger and sarcasm carrying over his own tone, one could almost say 'like father, like son' between the two namekians, were one not an identical clone of the other. Still prodding at the interior mechanisms when suddenly the device came to life and random messages fired from the device from possibly all non-encrypted networks. News from all reaches of the galaxy as well as jargon filled the room in an instant, a glimmer of hope was thrown into the minds of the two idle namekians in the store.
"A~pparently I know what I am doing."
Namorel mused ironically as he accidentally triggered the communications function, from the spot of accidental trigger he noticed a dial he could turn. With this in mind he would shift it back and forth, to notice the specific conversations change rapidly. Tinkering with it some more he would repeat one message over again multiple times until Celmaru potentially notices it.
"Call from Namek to Celmaru Waterfield or Ayumu, this is Namorel. Do you pick up?
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Mar 17, 2017 0:20:38 GMT
"You're not turning the crib into a spaceship."
"And why should I listen to you?"
"This is my house and the crib is for my children."
"And you've stripped yourself of any privilege regarding my respect; now I'm makin' a ship outta yer kids' crib!"
"For fu --"
"Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm?"
"For Kami's sake Taveon, you're not going to take that crib to make some terrible ship out of it!"
"That's what I thought."
A certain hybrid growled in frustration. A Waterfield ancestor chuckled in victory. The hybrid Celmaru Waterfield shoved his ancestor aside, with the ancestor in question bumping into a nearby counter. The ancient warrior Taveon Waterfield persistently chuckled in his seemingly everlasting victory. The younger Waterfield grumbled, his eye suddenly jittering unnaturally. The issue has occurred periodically over the past few hours; what was it now, he wondered? Noises rumbled throughout the home, a thunderous slam often audible from the children's room. The hybrid had felt terrible, albeit relieved; Phae was typically within the confines of the tiny room, dealing with the infants.
'Brrrring ding! Brrrring ding!'
"Scouter's ringin'!"
"Who even has the line?"
"Looks green."
"...What?"
It was only a moment before the awkward visage of a previously acquainted Namekian appeared. One of the few blue scouters strewn about the house blurted the few words of Namorel. Another, tinier Namorel was beside him. A brow was raised.
"Namorel?"
"Namo-what?"
"What are you doing with a scouter, Namorel?"
"Hamil-WHAT?!"
"What is so urgent that you need to call me from a scouter?"
"...Rambo-what?"
"Shut up Taveon."
"You're the one with a weird Namekian on a scouter."
"That doesn't have anything to do with --"
"Ugh, anyway, what is it?"
Thread PL: 355,756! Taveon is technically a "Guard", albeit isn't approved as of now. He'll have no notable PL from Namek anyway. XP
@namorel
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Post by Deleted on Mar 17, 2017 2:13:22 GMT
| Namorel Powerlevel: 103,785
Namorel Jr Powerlevel: 25,946
Effects: T1 Shop if applicable |
S.O.S
"Oh look, it worked! Welcome to Namek's Centralized News Network, can we get a statement form you Mr. Waterfield?!"
Namorel Jr replied to the scouter before his father could do so. The sarcasm well hidden beneath the reply as he spoke. A swift smack to the back of his head was received from his father. Namorel looking down at his son with a somewhat threatening look. Little did he expect the asshole of a son of his to reply in such a way.
"What was that for?!"
Namorel Jr replied with irritation in his voice, obviously frustrated at the larger namekian standing over him. Breaking the allusion of the joke he had set up moments before. His focus fully on Namorel now rather than to continue his joke.
"Shut up Junior! Sorry about that. Anyways I called because we may need help here on Namek, also it is rather boring here. Imagine the most boring thing you can imagine and multiply it by... umm.... multiply it by that thing again."
Namorel replied with a combination of concern and sarcasm. It wasn't a complete lie that they needed help, but perhaps he had made it out to be a little worse than it really was. The condition on Namek was bad sure, but he and Helix had it under control for the most part. Ironically it had been really quiet on planet since he had taken the position of Caste leader either way.
"Anyways, can you make a fly by Namek at some point, I need to show you something and someone. Also we may have a wild demon running amok... forget I said that."
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