Naroka
Rising Soul
Official Warrior Caste Master; PL: 55,459; Guardian Namek(x7): 388,213; Items:One-Use SpacePod, Heavy Weights 13864.25 | 97053.25, Level 1 Ship with Level 1 Gravity chamber; Zeni: 386
Tag: @manwithantenna
Posts: 220
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Post by Naroka on Dec 9, 2014 6:11:30 GMT
It's been a bit. Since, the Warrior Namekian's clash with his old Saiyajin ally and the newly joined child. Parting with them after the end result of their battle and happy with it. So long he received his own strength, it seemed. It was no easy battle to win, yet he managed somehow or another. Or did he? His memory was a bit fogged up from the additional training commenced since his training within his ships gravity chamber. The big, space explorer traversing the skies of earth quickly. Inside, Naroka Ukare was punching and kicking at the air before him to maintain his physical prowess without any real end. He needed to remain at his tip-top shape no matter what in all of HFIL it took him. He'd needed to carry out Father Girat's request and demand. To spread the word of Namek and show how faithful the race truly was to their allies. Still, the Warrior Caste remained training himself for a day he knew would come. The day to put his valor to it's test. The day he'd need to truly risk his life and protect his objective. But, until then: Ukare was to remain stoic and cold to nearly everything and everyone who dared speak to him period. Who could blame him, though? Green man, foreign planet (even though he was Earth born) and plenty of assumptions over his heritage did that. Taught him to keep his feelings to himself and display seriousness only. Nothing more, nothing less. The ship had docked somewhere. Coming to an halt as it moved from West Capitol to some outskirt. Naturally, the Namekian traveled out of his large, spherical ship and floated up into the skies. The crimson red turban, shoulderpad and cape being equipped onto his person as he rise up like a Dragon and dash toward the first thing he could see as an platform. Father Girat had told him of some place that was of sacred and holy grounds for Namekians before him. He only wondered what his aging father meant. He was told, that the land was like a large disc, a temple resting high, high in the heavens above. Naroka found it, apparently. His figure darting onto the cold, white tiles of the Lookout and stepping down with a satisfying ` tap-tap!‘. The Namekian walking forward and exploring. Noticing how there was alive and blooming trees and plant life. Yet, it seemed so desolate. Like none had lived there for a multitude of years. It was offputting, but Ukare managed regardless. His every step taking him closer and closer toward the entrance of the temple. Yet, he stopped himself from entering. Rather, he would wait. Sitting by the edge of the platform looking Lookout and begin floating. His legs crossed over one another and his eyes shut tight. Fingertips meeting one another like usual as he enter a state of utter rest and meditation. Surely it wouldn't kill him to await on someone to arrive- more so, the owner of this land. [ Toma| Scargot]
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Post by Scargot on Dec 10, 2014 1:53:42 GMT
After battling his inner demons, Scargot required rest from any physical training, after the battle he was on the verge of death. Having all seven deadly sins extracted from his body was the most strenuous training he had ever performed, leaving him to just minor meditation for a few days.
Since then Scargot has not slept, in place of sleeping Scargot meditated and increased his bond with his inner being. The days had come and gone and Scargot didn’t notice anyone getting close to the Lookout, maybe no one knew it even existed. Scargot was prepared to be alone forever if he had to, as long as he fulfilled his destiny and became the Guardian of Earth. Until then he will act as the Guardian and await the time when a sign come from the Kais that tell him he has fulfilled his destiny.
Now that the demons were gone from his body and he was now pure of heart, soul and mind. His meditation was a simpler time, it didn’t put too much strain on his body and didn’t cause him to lose his breath when he came back from his meditation.
During his meditation and everything was peaceful and there was no noise coming from anywhere, a small sound could be heard coming from outside. Quickly Scargot jumped from his risen meditation, landing on the floor in front of the throne. He grabbed the staff from behind the throne and walked outside, hopefully it was the protector of the lookout or at least someone who knew about the Guardian.
As he walked towards the entrance to the temple, the light from outside beamed in, after covering his eyes from the sudden burst of light Scargot blinked a couple of times to get his eyes accustom to the light. Once he blinked a certain figure began to become visible in front of him, it seemed like it was a person and they were meditating. Scargot walked outside so the person was fully visible, once the figure was fully visible Scargot rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn’t seeing anything. It was a Namekian, a brother of Scargot but why was he here? Was he sent by the elders to check up on him or was he already on Earth and was waiting for the new Guardian.
“Avishta Brother. (Hello Brother)” Scargot said in Namekian hoping the man was actually a Namekian and not just an Alien. The man had the same features of a Namekian so Scargot was sure it was one of his many brothers.
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Post by Toma on Dec 10, 2014 2:50:29 GMT
Toma sighed as he layed on the lookout, his eyes closed, his body relaxed and his general attitude being good. He could feel everything from up here. He didn't know why, but his Ki Sensing seemed to be stronger up here. He could feel Kaiyo and Athren in West City, as well as Yuken down at the forest. He couldn't seem to find Milac's energy, though. Was he suppressing it? He supposed it didn't matter. If Milac wished to find Toma, he would. Milac was a smart kid.
Something had been... off, about the lookout as of late. Things had shifted around a little, as if someone had been here recently. Toma had spotted the Namekian meditating on the lookout and he could sense the battle going on within him. He didn't feel the need to disturb the man. He felt that the man didn't have any intentional malic within him, so Toma felt no need to disturb him. He simply went back to training after a while, his Heavy Weights making a good training regimine at this higher altitude.
Eventually, Toma felt another power level getting closer to the lookout. He didn't feel any intention to harm in this energy either, but just to be safe, Toma jumped off the side of the lookout and hid under it by floating, as he saw the circular space ship appear and land on the ship. He felt the energies moving closer as the Namekian who was meditating was stirred from his meditiation, and went to greet the other person. Toma floated back up the side fo the lookout, and peeked his head over. He looked at the newcomer. Another Namekian? That was a relief. He heard the other person speak the word "brother". So they were brothers? That reminded Toma of his family, and his thoughts drifted to a darker place for a moment before being snapped back to reality. Toma floated up into full view now, looking at the two of them, but not saying a word. His saiyan tail was hidden by a combination of having his tail around his waist, and his training overcoat being ontop of that. As far as either of them should know, he was a human just hovering there. Hopefully.
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Naroka
Rising Soul
Official Warrior Caste Master; PL: 55,459; Guardian Namek(x7): 388,213; Items:One-Use SpacePod, Heavy Weights 13864.25 | 97053.25, Level 1 Ship with Level 1 Gravity chamber; Zeni: 386
Tag: @manwithantenna
Posts: 220
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Post by Naroka on Dec 10, 2014 3:06:54 GMT
Naroka's form was still. Refusing to budge at all until someone of importance came to him. His body in a serene state of mind and his figure but a stone form of flesh and organ. It seemed like he was really patient and in a true form of waiting. Though, as he think and meditate, thinking of his father, he heard something come from behind. His rather sensitive ears perking a little bit and alerting him of someone coming near.
The footsteps of the oncoming Scargot enough for him to open at least one eye and inspect the person. Twisting his head to the side and seeing the other green man. Tall, a slight build and having a similar pattern on his face along with the signature ears and antenna. Definitely a Namekian. Yet, he didn't seem all too hostile. Rather, something about his appearance told him that he wasn't of the same clan and on the opposite. The Namek smiled a little bit, the side of his mouth curve up. It wasn't too often he did that.
"..Pikonatto, monocanco." ("..Good day, brother.") Naroka answered back, raising his thick brow and standing up from his floating appearance. Extending his hand out toward Scargot for a friendly hand shake. It was custom of humans to do so, and he thought of it to be the same on Namek. “Dablirobe, monocanco?” ("What brings you here, brother?") Ukare asked in his native tongue. Another thing he was grateful to his father for teaching him.
He hadn't noticed the floating "Human". For he was a bit too far to really catch or see.
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Post by Scargot on Dec 10, 2014 3:37:01 GMT
The Namekian seemed to be in intense meditation when Scargot announced is arrival but still the Namekian stopped shared a smile with Scargot. It seemed the Namekian new fluent of their language so he must be from planet Namek, Scargot changed his tone and began to talk as if he was on Namek as he extended his hand to meet the Namekian'.
"Kistan selo Earth, matto espen? Dimo Scargot" ("I was sent here to train and become the Guardian of Earth, What is your name? I am known as Scargot.")It had been so long since Scargot was able to use his native tongue as he didn't know there were even any other Namekians on this planet.
Scargot felt as if him and the Namekian may be of the same race but they felt different, it's not that they were different clans of the same race but Scargot could feel something different about the Namekian that he never felt with any other Namekian before.
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Post by Toma on Dec 10, 2014 4:38:18 GMT
Toma couldn't understand what the two green slug men were saying. They greeted eachother with a handshake and the two of them were talking and being friendly, that much Toma could gather. Toma heard a few famiilar words. Earth and such, and a name... Scargot? Was that it? Toma wasn't sure if that was a name or just another word of their language. He simply kept watching the two of them as they talked, not intervening in the matter.
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Naroka
Rising Soul
Official Warrior Caste Master; PL: 55,459; Guardian Namek(x7): 388,213; Items:One-Use SpacePod, Heavy Weights 13864.25 | 97053.25, Level 1 Ship with Level 1 Gravity chamber; Zeni: 386
Tag: @manwithantenna
Posts: 220
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Post by Naroka on Dec 10, 2014 4:54:39 GMT
Naroka listened closely. The other Namekian telling him that he was training to undergo the rite to become guardian of earth. His father, First, did tell him that somethin similar to the Guru of Namek existed on earth alike. He simply never really went into detail on the matter before they went their separate ways. Scargot, the other Namekian, told him his name and it would only be polite to return the gesture. Ukare nodding as he listen before averting his eyes to the side and back to Scargot.
“Kistan selo Earth? Mm, dimo Ukare Naroka.” The Warrior waved his hand contently, looking to the side completely. He had a suspicion someone else was near them. He hadn't the power over Ki Sense, but he could kind of just feel when something was out place. As if something in his stomach was churning. A figure. Average sized, a coat and dark hair. Perhaps a powerful human whom had stumbled across the sanctuary? “Kado? Ba soun..” (“Huh? Over there..”) Naroka turned around in a 90° angle, pointing.
His guard up. He shifted from his natural tongue and into the more known human language. “You there! Get over here! Are you lost?” He asked, his smile fading and his expression returning to its original solemn and annoyed look.
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Post by Scargot on Dec 10, 2014 5:12:47 GMT
Scargot was happy that he finally had someone he could talk to in his native tongue, but still something was not right around here. Ukare Naroka was his name, Scargot nodded at the name he was about to ask where he was from but before he could the Namekian turned. Scargot turned with Ukare, there was someone in the distance, Scargot put his fingers together and began to sense the power level of the opponent. Suddenly Ukare called out the person, hearing the man talk in English Scargot knew he must have either been here a while or he was trained to come to Earth as well.
Scargot moves his hands back, resting his right hand around the staff. "We are both stronger than this stranger." Scargot said in English, it must have just been an Earthling who was lost or exploring and suddenly came upon the lookout. Scargot began to walk down the two steps and standing on the main platform of the lookout, "This is a safe place, don't by shy." Scargot said smiling whilst outstretching his hand in a sign of peace to the man.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2014 5:21:31 GMT
((OOC POST, Just want notifications in my Participated threads. This topic has caught my interest.))
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Post by Toma on Dec 10, 2014 5:35:19 GMT
What? Was he lost? The question confused Toma. No, no. Toma knew exactly where he was. After all, he had been living on the lookout for just over a month now. He hadn't disturbed the nicer Namekian as he wasn't causing trouble, but they seemed to think they just had the run of the place? Perhaps they were it's owners, having returned from some sort of trip? Toma didn't know, or quite care, to be perfectly honest.
"No, I'm not lost." Toma spoke, as he floated over the edge of the lookout, his legs and arms crossed as he tilted his head some to look over at the two of them, clearly a bit confused and thinking on the situation. "I've been living up here for some time." He spoke. Scargot should have of course heard the legends of the caretaker who is supposed to assist the Kami and keep the lookout looking nice as well as training any students. "I decided to go take care of a few things and when I returned, you two were here. May I ask your names? My name is Toma." Toma spoke, as he stopped levetating, his feet on the ground now, walking up to the two of them. A smile, warm and inviting crossed his face as he landed on the lookout. He didnt' mean any harm nor did he want to start a fight of some sort. He just wanted to make sure that these two men didn't mean to harm this place. After all, Toma had grown sort of attached to this lookout during his time here.
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Naroka
Rising Soul
Official Warrior Caste Master; PL: 55,459; Guardian Namek(x7): 388,213; Items:One-Use SpacePod, Heavy Weights 13864.25 | 97053.25, Level 1 Ship with Level 1 Gravity chamber; Zeni: 386
Tag: @manwithantenna
Posts: 220
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Post by Naroka on Dec 10, 2014 12:07:16 GMT
If anyone wanted to really denounce how intimidating the Warrior Caste of Namek, one could easily rely on the faithful Dragon Caste. They were always much more soft and gentle than the battle hardened Warriors. Scargot had invited him over to them, albeit much more friendly and easily. Naroka keeping ho his guard in case something was supposed to happen and the peace was dissolved.
“I am Ukare Naroka. This is Scargot.” He held his arm out and stood powerfully. His glare staring darkly and piercing into Toma's.
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Post by Scargot on Dec 10, 2014 13:34:17 GMT
At the mention of the man living up here, Scargot was quizzical he didn't feel as though he was the kind who would live on a place such as the lookout. Since the Kami was dead, the only people who should be up here are the caretaker, the Kami in training an anyone that he invited. Since Scargot hadn't invited anyone, this human must be the caretaker Scargot looked at Naroka who still wasn't sure the intruders appearance was a good one.
"Damo, ne sinti monocanco" ("He seems nice, give him a chance brother.")
"I apologize Toma for my brothers attitude, it seems he may feel you are not one to be trusted. Now you say you have lived here, are you the caretaker? How did you stumble upon this sacred ground?" Scargot bowed for the guest, As he was training to be the next Guardian he was going to have to learn to greet all the newcomers to the lookout fairly and without judgement.
Scargot looked up at the sky smiling, there was not a cloud in it and the color was a beautiful blue. There was no sense of danger in the air so there was no need for Scargot to worry.
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Post by Toma on Dec 10, 2014 23:37:05 GMT
"The caretaker?" Toma asked, turning his head some. "I... suppose you could call me that? When I arrived, this place was run down and dirty. I cleaned up and brought new life to the place while I awaited for the Kami or whomever owned this place to return." Toma said, as he looked at Scargot, then to Ukare. Ukare was like a polar opposite of Scargot. A more defined body, a powerful stance. Toma recognized that the man was a fighter. Perhaps he should challenge the man to a friendly spar? But that could come later. Toma wanted to get to know the two of them first.
"As for how I found this place, a little Namekian boy named Milac told me about it. He told me that if I wanted to revive my family, that I should go find a place called the "lookout" and meet the Kami. He also told me about Dragon Balls and their power to grant wishes." Toma continued as he looked over the two of them. "I'm guessing the two of you are Namekians as well?" He spoke, before looking back to the temple. "When I arrived, there was nobody here. I've been living up here ever since, cleaning, training, and waiting since there's not much else for me to do."
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Naroka
Rising Soul
Official Warrior Caste Master; PL: 55,459; Guardian Namek(x7): 388,213; Items:One-Use SpacePod, Heavy Weights 13864.25 | 97053.25, Level 1 Ship with Level 1 Gravity chamber; Zeni: 386
Tag: @manwithantenna
Posts: 220
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Post by Naroka on Dec 10, 2014 23:49:46 GMT
“..Touching. It is most appreciated that you would do that, friend. You seem trustworthy and if my brother here defines you as such, I suppose I must as well.” Naroka grunted, lowering his arm and keeping his glare on Toma's face. Noting any twitch, shift or just every movement made by the Saiyan. Yet, he didn't know he was one just yet. Turning his head, he spoke to Scargot. “Dimo kabo ko bäsa, monocanco.” (“I am still unsure, brother.” His annoyed eyes turning to relaxed yet defensive.
“Human. I question you still. Are you what the holy ground needs to protect and keep it safe? As well the Guardian whom shall become rather soon?” Ukare stepped forward, his arms lacing over one another.
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Post by Scargot on Dec 11, 2014 0:49:25 GMT
"Well I thank you for looking after the sacred grounds, I am still awaiting the lookout to declare me as worthy to become this said "Kami" of Earth. Once it does I will be able to rightfully create the Dragon Balls and be the Guardian of the Earth, your work will not get glanced over." Scargot began to walk over to the edge of the lookout, signalling for the two to follow him.
"You see, the world is at peace right now. That is why I am here, because if the world goes into chaos and there is no Kami terrible things will happen. I may not be the strongest fighter, but with the Dragon Balls and myself we can at least keep things orderly in the world. I can sense great power in both of you, hidden potential one might say and I know that the two of you will one day be among the greatest fighters on Earth." Scargot turned to the two men, he smiled as he saw how great of a potential to be amazing protectors of the Earth they could be and how grateful he was to have them here.
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