Post by Helix Crust on Apr 26, 2017 1:10:19 GMT
With a whir of high pitched wind and a flux of energy on any nearby scouters, Helix Crust appeared from thin air in the middle of the Miama Region. Having witnessed some damage of Namek's surface from a scuffle between some rowdier of the Mazoku Dominion loyalists, Helix felt particularly inclined to restore what had been a beautiful patch of blue flowers.
The sacred ground was covered in footsteps, skid marks and uprooted gravel. The dirt was torn and ragged, the grass was charred and raw. Sympathetically, the guru knelt down to the patch of scarred land and allowed a glowing white liquid to drip from his palms like ambrosia.
As the prophet's energy poured onto Namek's injured surface, the liquid saturated the ground, causing the dirt to glow a pale white, as if waiting for a moment of rejuvenation. And within moments, the ground began to stitch itself together, swallowing the gash left by ki blasts and collisions.
The influence of brother against brother blissfully reunited with nature as Helix knelt down, touching both of his hands to the ground and squeezing the fresh dirt between his long digits. With a single sweep of his vision, a ray of white light from his antenna glazed across the ground, causing grass to sprout wherever it's stark edge glided.
Helix stood up, and allowed himself a slight smile. He took a few steps forward. He smelled the fresh air. And then, he pressed his pointer finger up against his thumb and rubbed them gently until a seed of white aura bubbled between his finger pads. Dropping the seed into the ground, Helix waited for a moment, taking in the scenery.
And then, with a snap of his fingers—
The newly restored surface burst into life, a field of brilliant cerulean flowers sprinting across the landscape. Overcome with a quiet joy, Helix could only gasp softly. Nobody had witnessed the restoration, and nobody would appreciate it. Maybe, if probability demanded it, a few worms would consume it's soil, or groundwater would filter through the fresh dirt. Perhaps a frog would rest under a flower, or a child would lie in the soft grass. But they would never know their benefactor.
He grinned. "—Ehheh."
And just like that, Helix was gone.
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Heavyweights, PL.
The sacred ground was covered in footsteps, skid marks and uprooted gravel. The dirt was torn and ragged, the grass was charred and raw. Sympathetically, the guru knelt down to the patch of scarred land and allowed a glowing white liquid to drip from his palms like ambrosia.
As the prophet's energy poured onto Namek's injured surface, the liquid saturated the ground, causing the dirt to glow a pale white, as if waiting for a moment of rejuvenation. And within moments, the ground began to stitch itself together, swallowing the gash left by ki blasts and collisions.
The influence of brother against brother blissfully reunited with nature as Helix knelt down, touching both of his hands to the ground and squeezing the fresh dirt between his long digits. With a single sweep of his vision, a ray of white light from his antenna glazed across the ground, causing grass to sprout wherever it's stark edge glided.
Helix stood up, and allowed himself a slight smile. He took a few steps forward. He smelled the fresh air. And then, he pressed his pointer finger up against his thumb and rubbed them gently until a seed of white aura bubbled between his finger pads. Dropping the seed into the ground, Helix waited for a moment, taking in the scenery.
And then, with a snap of his fingers—
The newly restored surface burst into life, a field of brilliant cerulean flowers sprinting across the landscape. Overcome with a quiet joy, Helix could only gasp softly. Nobody had witnessed the restoration, and nobody would appreciate it. Maybe, if probability demanded it, a few worms would consume it's soil, or groundwater would filter through the fresh dirt. Perhaps a frog would rest under a flower, or a child would lie in the soft grass. But they would never know their benefactor.
He grinned. "—Ehheh."
And just like that, Helix was gone.
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Heavyweights, PL.
