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Post by Deleted on Oct 10, 2014 19:10:15 GMT
It had taken him no time at all to get away from Nai's cave, to get to where he needed to be. flying down towards the ground he walked up towards a tree that had been nearby. The weather up here would start to get cold in a few days. And he needed to find enough fruit to get him through the cold days ahead. Sitting at the base of the tree, Emer put his hand on his head, taking and forcing Irith to relax from healing his body. Suddenly the blood and wounds on him opened up, and began to leak the blood onto the ground around him. It looked as if over the past couple of days his body had become a rag doll. The pain shifting through his body made him stifle a scream. The young Kagami biting down on his teeth as his body seemed to give out on him. The blood now flowing like a river, seemed to fall to the earths ground as he laid there. His muscles inside feeling the whole effect of being severed and torn again.
Sharp ragged breaths escaped from him as he laid there for a time. He couldn't help it, as his entire body screamed in pain, It was hard to breathe at the moment, and he could feel the pressure building up. His eye sight seemed to wane and go dim as the blood finally came toa trickle. He had probably lost about three quarts of blood, which if he had been a normal sized man, standing around six feet, he'd probably of died after two quarts. His body seemed to go rigid and chilled. Using his arm and the tree, he slowly pulled himself up to his feet. There was blood smearing over the tree's trunk as he began to walk away from it. Irith seeming concerned for him tried to push herself back to help him. But Emer resisted her once more before sitting down inside a cave, that had been about a few hundred feet away from the tree. If someone had wanted to find him, they could tack him from the tree over there. Alith seemed to be upset at his behavior and made it known, though be it, she was getting weaker at the same rate as him.
'You idiot, don't you know that it's up to us to keep you alive, I mean you never let this body rest on it's own, so we're constantly repairing things with our powers. Irith has been taking up the majority of the work, if you take down our barriers now, you will probably die.' A small smile appeared on Emer's face as he closed his eyes, warmth seemed to take over his body, as his thoughts where getting harder to think of. 'We...well... if I let her do all... all of it... uhh... you two... will be drained... a..and die yourself.' Alith seemed to be quiet as she watched the man slowly allowing his body to take the pain over the past couple of days. The technique he had used when copying the young human girl, had proven to be more costly on his body while using iriths blessing than anything he has ever experienced. After a few minutes, everything faded, the sun outside began to fall towards the cliffs. Emer hadn't known he fell asleep, until he was awoken by the sound of a few birds flying around him. Shaking his head and looking around, he noticed that the day light had faded.
"Damn, It seems that I let time slip away from me..." Looking down, he could see that all of his wounds had closed over with their scabs, his muscle however screamed with each breathe he took. And just trying to stand up now, made him want to bend over and scream. Instead of doing that though, he bit down on the inside of his lip drawing a bit of blood into his mouth. Alith seemed to be watching over him right now because he could feel the pain subside. A few ragged breathes seemed to escape his mouth. 'Thank you Alith, I don't think I'd make it towards the back of this cave for the night, if you didn't subside the pain for a little bit.' No answer came from her as he headed towards the back. It seemed to get warmer as the further in he got. His breath was no longer see able as he proceeded in further. Turning around he placed his back against the wall. "Ha, I think Nai would be flipping out of her mind if she saw me like this..." He stated leaning his head back against the wall.
In fact, it seemed that being around Nai had made him softer overall. Instead of feeling the rage he had before, he was slowly becoming calm around her, he felt as if he could stay at her side for an extended time... Though he knew that one day he'd have to leave her alone. It was a pity really, he was starting to like the girl, but if she stood in the way of him trying to achieve his goal, he would have to take her out. She already said she'd be keeping him from harming a half breed named Ninjin, and not only that he would have to go through Mimikku herself. Though he probably would have to wait till he separated from the girl before he even tried to take anyone on around her. A small ping of regret went through his chest, he would need to sever that bond at some point... Unless he really does find another way to free his people... Spitting at himself in spite, how could he let one random act of kindness win him over...
That's all she had done for him, was take him in and help him. She never ordered him to do anything besides not attacking a friend, and that was something he could do. Mostly the reason he left so she could enjoy the time alone, another was so that she didn't worry on his condition so much. Sharp pains flew through his chest, as his ribs began to pop and snap realigning themselves. Alith was slowly working on restoring things inside of his body. She went to stop till Emer's concious brushed against hers to continue. The spirit continued her work as he waited. 'I think... I've become too soft... After she sets me free, I'll have to break all ties I have with her...' he said bluntly to Alith, who ignore his comment. She honestly had a small belief that he should stay with the girl... She has however changed Emer to keep himself a bit healthier... And she hasn't allowed the Kagami to slowly kill himself by smoking his cigarettes.
But she knew that wasn't how Emer thought, he felt that anything standing in his way should be brought down. Suddenly she felt emer stir slightly as he fell asleep against the back of the cave. The sun completely dropped behind the cliffs on the mountain, and the cold chilly air began to flow into the cave. Outside of it, would probably feel as if you had been in the middle of a winter storm, even though there was no snow outside. Waking up once again, his body numb and just warm, the only pain now was when he moved too fast. "I guess, now it's just time to wait..." A small laugh escaped his lips at the thought, of waiting here for a while, just so his body could restore itself. "I suppose I didn't need to just leave like that... Could of at least told her what I planned on doing. She probably thinks I was upset." Alith just chuckled within his thoughts and made a I don't know sound, this caused Emer to laugh as well. "Always thinking she did something wrong.... Oh well, that's just part of her being kind."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2014 6:57:50 GMT
Where on Earth was Milac? He had journeyed across the sea for several weeks with a group of sailors. During that time they had stopped at small ports on all of the continents, but Milac had no idea which one it was that he was supposed to report to. He had disliked his time with the seafaring men. They spoke mostly in curse words and they smelled of rotten fish. He was very thankful to be a Namekian; the thought of devouring animals for the sake of substance made the boy sick to his stomach. Milac didn't even know how many continents there were on this planet. He soon found out that it was four when the captain of the ship told him it was the end of the line and that he had to get off at this stop because they were going to be voyaging back to the north. With no bearing the boy set his sights on a large mountain, surely that would be the best place for him to go.
For the first time since he had crash landed on Earth, Milac took to the air in flight. It was growing cold and he thought it might be best to look for some shelter and wait for the morning sun to find his way. His body didn't respond much to the cold, but he had only recently gotten through a tragic experience in the snowy north and the cold reminded him of the traumatic experience.
He soared over the tree tops and noticed many animal footprints along the weedy grasslands as he traveled. Throughout his flight though, he hadn't spotted one animal. They were afraid of something. Something powerful was nearby, and Milac could feel it too. It seemed to be fluctuating as if the life force radiating it was heavily wounded or falling unconscious, but then it would spike again. He continued his flight until he got within range of the mountain top, that is when he caught something out of the corner of his eye.
Milac landed near a tree with a horrified look upon his face. Blood seemed to be everywhere and was lit by the dim sunset. The smell of it made him feel a bit queasy.
“Wha- what is this?” The young Namekian asked as he looked down at a large pool of blood. Much of it had dried where the smaller splashes were. The tree itself seemed to have blood smeared all over it and a trail of blood traveled only one hundred or so feet away to a nearby cave. Milac bent over and dipped his finger in the pool, hoping that it had been something else. To his sadness, he could immediately tell that it was indeed bodily fluid.
The sun had finally completely set on the horizon, and the Namekian’s vision became impaired by the darkness. He was hesitant to follow the trail that would lead off into the cave. His last experience with a cave had been quite unkind, a large snow leopard had chased him downhill in the far reaches of the north. He was sure that the experience would have been fatal if a large burly man named Sochu had rescued him from the encounter. Still though, he could feel an immense power nearby and his senses couldn't tell if the source was for good or ill. His senses also seemed to be confused, as if the source was radiating from more than one being. He couldn't focus upon it and when he tried it gave him a splitting headache.
He shuddered, but he felt as if it was his duty as a monk to investigate the injured creature even if it did terrify him. He began creeping toward the cave and following the blood trail. He really didn't want to know what the power source was. As he approached the cave, he could hear a masculine sounding laugh coming from inside of it. Milac gulped as his approach came to a stop on the side of the cave entrance. He hadn't expected to hear someone laughing, he was expecting to find some sort of creature or creatures who were very hurt.
What if the person was laughing because they had murdered someone else and drug their body into this cave? But then again, what if he was laughing because he was in a hysterical shock. Gritting his teeth, Milac moved forward. He would just take a look to make sure that things were OK. Maybe his senses were just out of whack, he had never come across such a powerful life force before.
The first things to poke in the side of the cave where Milac’s little antennas. As his forehead slowly inched through his eye finally broke the plain of the cave. The inside was full of dried up blood, and a strange man was inside who looked to have only recently awoken. He knew right away that the man was the source of the power that he had been feeling, although his ki was somehow different from that which he had already experienced. It was as if something else was there, but he couldn't put his finger on it. The man’s physical form was hard to see in the darkness, but Milac could tell that he had very light skin and hair. He appeared to be wearing dark clothing as well, although Milac couldn't quite tell where the clothing ended and the cave began. Overall the man seemed to be just fine, and he didn't see a murder victim lying on the ground near him so the boy had assumed that the blood was his own. Wincing, Milac stepped forward into the dark and foreboding cave. His footsteps were light and barely made a sound.
“H-hello… is everything alright in there… I saw a lot of… erm… blood out there.” Milak asked as softly as a mouse. He was full of fear that this person could be hostile, but he was also worried for him. How he had survived after what looked like a bloody torment was a mystery to the young Namekian.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2014 15:36:41 GMT
Laying there for a moment, Emer didn't notice that anyone had walked up on him, well he couldn't possibl have heard them with his body in as much pain as it was. Trying to shift a little bit, he felt his bones creaking and then a loud pop echoed throughout the cave, as his shoulder seemed to fall out of socket. Letting out a small growl he looked down at it slightly. Alith quickly went to repairing it, but Emer stopped her by forcing her back into his conscious. Suddenly in a quick movement the man slammed his shoulder into the side of the cave, the small collision made the entire cave shake as his shoulder made a sickening creak and pop going back in place. Stifling a scream he spoke out loud... "Dear goddesses... I took you two for granted, you've been healing my wounds all this time... I should of let yall rest sooner, so you weren't keeping this up all the time...." His eye's noticed something at the entrance of the cave. At first he thought it was a mirage, or a trick.
Till suddenly a head seemed to pop around with it, the face that appeared next seemed to be a bit different than what he was used too... He had never seen anything like the kid that seemed to be walking towards him, he remembered another green person at one point, he believed it was during his fight with the saiyans the green being had shown up to the fight. A sudden cough and sputter had a few droplets of blood come out onto the ground. Damn, if he was an enemy Emer didn't stand a chance at the moment. Suddenly it seemed Alith had decided that she would take over in this instance, her voice ringing out from the man as he spoke, her voice was emotionless and cold, but still a womans voice none the less. "Careful Little one, he currently doesn't know whether or not you are an enemy, I don't suggest getting to close to him at this moment, till you can prove that you are neither friend or foe... Yes I know that's strange but he only believes in neutral parties... For a reason though.."
Emer seemed to gain control over his body as he lifted himself slightly and began to walk towards the little being. To the Namekian it would seem that this guy towered to most. Here he stood at seven feet tall, and seemed to continue to grow as he got closer, the cowl seemed to slowly go crawl it's way to the top of the cave with him, as it covered most of his face and his hair, as his red eyes seemed to stare out at the being. Taking a few steps towards the Namekian it seemed that it was hard for him to walk. Should the Namekian began to back away, with the aura feeling like death around Emer grew stronger. That was the strange part about him, he felt like death just being around him... and yet there was no evil nor good within it... Just straight up cold like death. As he stepped out into the light, the green being could see some of him clearly. The cowl was covered in blood, and probably would be drying to him soon if he didn't take it off...
In the front where he could see, it seemed as if the man was missing his arm, as there was nothing taking up his right sleeve. His body that the boy could see was covered in blood and scars. Some of the holes where being covered by scabs, but it seemed that he had been through a cheese grater as he looked down. The bloody red eyes seemed to be cold until he heard the mans voice. It was soft and carried easily. "Who are you? I don't think a kid should be up here alone... It becomes dangerous especially walking into me..." He said with a soft smile before he almost fell forward, slightly catching himself through his flight ability, it seemed that he was floating in the air slightly. "Man that's a bit annoying..." He stated standing up straight before letting a small sigh escape as his body collapsed against the wall. What was left as it dragged down towards the ground was a long streak of blood. Suddenly he seemed to wane consciousness again, this time his aura felt kind and gentle as Irith took over.
"Don't be too afraid, as he is right now he's no more than a kitten with a ball of yarn." The voice the young boy would be hearing at this time, was a soft one. It was kind and soothing, it had the ring of a mother to it. Sort of soft, and a bit friendly as the feminine voice continued to speak to the boy. "But, sadly it's a bad time to come around, he's trying to let his body heal itself, because both me and Alith are tired... He feels that it's his fault for letting us get so weak." Suddenly the aura faded as Emer's spiked back up. The one that felt like death and sadness again. Looking at the kid he let a small smile appear on his face. "You're a strange looking one... Not sure what to make of ya, if I had to say anything you look like a demon." He said laughing gently. "Maybe my image of death, was wrong and it was in fact a child instead of a woman." He was trying to be funny at the moment, as he was some what delirious due to the amount of blood he's lost.
As he was sitting there, the boy could see past the cowl at a face that had a few scars on it, and deep red eyes, his hood was removed as he sat in the light, and whenever the light hit his hair it glowed in a variety of colors, each color depended on how much light hit a strand, and it would change as clouds passed by, or the sun got lower, it seemed that it was like the northern lights. Though now the little being could see his body mostly, in it's entirety there was scars everywhere, it looked as if his body had been made into a map. Each one was different than the other, none of them where the same shape, size or length. Each one had different coloring as well. If he looked through the small hole towards his back, he could see it was worse back there just by seeing a little bit, and a small stump that was what had been left of his right arm. Suddenly his voice would come back up as it sounded weaker. "So... what brings your here...?" His voice really did seem weak.
But it was to be expected with how much blood the man had lost. As he looked over the being he saw a strange outfit that he had never seen before either. It interested him slightly as the materials seemed to be made from something that wasn't here on earth. And judging by how it looked, it would seem to be perfect in all weather, it looked thick enough to be good in the cold, but at the same time, it had light colors that would be good during the heat as it would reflect the light... Seemed like a good combination, maybe he should take some clothing advice himself, he was always wearing pure black and red... Should the Namekian advanced and try to take his cowl to check him out, he would notice that it would be a lot heavier than he could lift, as it was modified clothing. To suppress Emer's own power level lower than it was originally... Though little did Emer know, that the weights had originated from Namek, as they had been the first to develop these weights.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2014 2:55:32 GMT
Milac was taken aback as he heard the sound of popping bone and the sound of a man banging his shoulder up against the wall. He heard the man mutter something about someone healing his wounds, and that is when he must have noticed Milac’s presence.
"Careful Little one, he currently doesn't know whether or not you are an enemy, I don't suggest getting to close to him at this moment, till you can prove that you are neither friend or foe... Yes I know that's strange but he only believes in neutral parties... For a reason though.." a female voice came echoing out at the cave to Milac, to his surprise. He had just heard the man say something in a masculine voice. Was their another being in the cave with him? Milac could see no one.
Milac froze as the being rose up and started walking towards him. He was at least three times the size of the little green child and his presence felt foreboding. It was as if Milac were sensing death all around him. His thoughts were taken back to the loss of Bana in their crash landing to earth, recent memories of hopelessly trying to heal the dead Namekian filled his head and brought a great sadness to Milac’s face. His eyes were glued on the being, it was moving closer to him and he could tell that he was heavily wounded. He was cloaked in a black cowl and stumbled forward like some of the sailor men that he had been traveling with. Blood seemed to stain his dark clothing so thickly that it was clearly visible in the dim light.
He had asked Milac a question but Milac didn't have a chance to speak when the being had nearly fallen to the ground. He had caught himself with flight, but then collapsed against a wall and slid to the ground. Milac looked terrified at the amount of blood loss and he stepped forward, prepared to heal the battered creature that seemed to be missing a limb.
Before he could spring into action he was stopped in his tracks by the sound of a third, and distinctly different voice from the creature. He looked at the man with a puzzled look upon his face. He was having trouble grasping what was going on. The aura of the being had changed to a more loving one that felt warm. In an instant it was gone. He also noticed the strange reflections of light that passed through his hair, it had reminded the boy of a prism.
Milac looked at the delirious creature trying to gather his thoughts as to what he could say to such a being. He was slightly offended at being called a demon, but had grown somewhat accustom to it from his time with the sailors. As he was finally about to speak the man asked him a seemingly final question, and there was a pause.
"So... what brings your here...?"
“I… I saw all of the blood… and I was just worried….” Milac replied softly as he took a step closer to the red eyed being. He felt conflicted about what he should do. The creature didn’t seem to be evil, but he wasn’t sure if it was benevolent either.
“I… my name is Milac, and I am a monk of the Dragon Clan of New Namek.” Milac told the strange creature. He continued to approach very cautiously with his hands down at his sides.
He didn’t know how much pain and blood loss this giant could sustain, but he could feel that whatever it was that he shared a body with was in pain as well. Milac had never sensed so much pain and agony in his life, and even if this creature did turn out to be some kind of monster he couldn't let this agony continue any longer.
“Please, just allow me to aid you. I can't stand your suffering.” He requested of the creature.
Milac made a somewhat bold move and stepped within range of the being. He raised his hands up quickly and a cone of vibrant light began heading toward the man. If the man did not or could not resist he would feel the soothing aura of the little Namekian’s healing across his body. Milac’s face seemed to be speckled with little dots of light and the cave was illuminated in a vibrant yellow light. He imagined it would take quite a while for the being to recover, but he remembered that he had said something to one of his alter egos about them healing him as well. Perhaps if they would lend themselves to the aid of Milac, the recovery could happen more quickly. Milac was bracing himself though, larger tissue damage could be very painful for the patient when it began to heal.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2014 14:55:33 GMT
Emer sat there for a moment, listening to the kid, he spoke about being from a place called namek, and that he had been a monk of some clan. He was a bit sleepy himself, so it was hard to make out the entire conversationg that was going between the two of them. If Emer had to be completely honest, he didn't know what to think of the kid... He assumed if he was a monk from another planet, he was down here to pass on his beliefs. Suddenly Emer's eyes snapped open quickly as the boy seemed to walk closer to him, suddenly a spectrum of lights seemed to come from the boy as he was focusing over his body. It had occurred to him that the boy said something before... what was it... Oh yeah he said he was going to treat him... How could he let that party slip. Alith also enjoyed the healing that Emer was receiving when she joined in on the healing, the young namekian could feel another force healing from within.
As his body started to heal, Emer twisted and clenched his teeth, several times his hand seemed to reach out towards the Namekian, about to grab the thing for putting him through so much pain. But instead he laid there silently for a time as he took in a deep breath. His breathing had gone from being ragged, to a steady inhale. It seemed that the healing was actually becoming quiet effective on him. Though it was still painful, he could feel everything in him become a bit smoother. Soon, it felt like his muscles where reattaching to his bones, this made him urk forward in pain. Wrapping his arm around his chest and stomach, coughing a tad bit as it did so. Normal people he was guessing, would be screaming in pain, and wouldn't be sitting still through this treatment. After what seemed to be an eternity, the pain seemed to fade away from his body. Soon the hurt was replaced by the warm feeling her normal got from Alith and Irith, after they had finished the treatments.
Sitting back against the wall in a more comfortable position, he closed his eyes slightly, but allowed one to be partly open to stare at the Namekian. "Kid, I think you're making a mistake at the moment healing me... Because as soon as I'm better, I'm going to go back and just get screwed up again..." A small smile appeared on the Kagami's face. "Cause, I'm not exactly done with what I have to do after this..." He said leaning back. Now the Namekian kid would probably feel the emotions of hatred and sadness flow out of the Kagami. He wasn't going to reveal his plan to the kid, cause too many people knew about it already. But his ultimate goal was to kill all the saiyans... Though there was a reason behind it after all... His species freedom, in the long run he'd probably die setting them free but it would be a nice end to things, He'd only allow himself to pass over, after he had earn their freedom, even if it was at the life of every single saiyan...
As he sat there thinking, suddenly the warm feeling stopped within his body as Alith and Irith seemed to slowly shrink away from his conscious, that alerted him that the healing was done. Putting his hand on the wall beside him, the Kagami stood up straight. Now that he wasn't in pain, he could raise a bit easier. Though he still felt light headed as he had lost more than two quarts of blood in the process. Turning his attention down at the Namekian he let a small laugh escape from his lips. A hand seemed to stretch out towards the little things head, at first it looked as if he was gonna grab him and throw the little being. But instead his rough hand, had a gentle touch to it as he rubbed the kids head. "Thanks... But as I said you might regret this later. especially if any of your friends happen to be saiyans." A small cold smile appeared on his face.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2014 1:22:57 GMT
Fear was in the Namekian’s eyes as he watched the man struggle in pain as he was being healed. He was glad to see that the man was strong enough to go through the intense healing that he needed without screaming in agony, because it would have just made the boy much more uncomfortable. The healing process seemed to go quite well, and he suspected that the benevolent thing that had spoken to him through the man’s body was aiding in the process as well. The man told Milac that he had planned to put his body into more situations like this. Milac looked at him horrified and almost lost his concentration.
The aura of the creature seemed to change slightly. He could sense the mixed feelings of rage and depression within him. He shuddered to think about what it was that drove this creature to such a rage.
Then the man laughed and reached out to touch Milac as he had finished the healing process. Milac winced afraid that this man was going to hurt him. Instead he could feel the man playfully rub his little green head. Although he was still very afraid, he felt more at ease that the creature was joking around with him.
“Uh…. Oh…” Milac said. He had never seen a Saiyan before in his life, but some of the lore of his people spoke of a hero who had been of the saiyan race. He recalled one of his favorite stories as a child. For some reason he began reciting it.
“Many frogs of the same pond… one becomes separated and makes his home in a new one far from home.” Milac started as he turned away from the man and walked toward the exit of the cave. “Many years later the gluttonous frogs of the old pond devoured everything and came upon the home of their lost brother. The brother frog had lived in harmony with the pond and kept it vibrant and alive, and when his brothers arrived he asked them to turn away.”
Milac turned back toward the man who he had just healed.
“The bully frogs refused to leave, and they devoured all of the flies and polluted the pond anyways. Angry, the frog fought his brothers and slew the eldest. But the other brother saw that the life of the wise frog had been much more fulfilling. Together they made a new pond and became its guardians, even the children of the devoured flies had forgiven them.” Milac did not stop to explain himself to the man. He had hoped the man would see the error in his ways and stop his genocide.
“May your heart find peace.” Milac said as he bowed to the man. He was then up in the air, he didn't want to be near this hateful thing any longer. He hoped that he wouldn't be pursued by the frightful being.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2014 15:37:08 GMT
Standing there Emer seemed to be a little confused as the namekian continued to speak of a story. It made him tilt his head slightly towards the right as he began to talk about some frogs. One being a good guy and the other being a bully or something along the lines. It didn't really make sense to him... But as soon as the Namekian boy began to take off, he remembered him saying uh oh about the saiyans. His hand shot out immediately to grab him by the back of his clothing, and bring him down right beside him. A glare that seemed cold and dead looked at the Namekian. "You said Uh-oh about my remark to the saiyans, what exactly are you hiding from me?" He stated in a voice that seemed cold and annoyed. In his head thoughts where going through him. 'Damnit Irith, you told me to trust this little green bastard, and then he turns out to be the ally of the saiyans, what the hell am I going to do now? I can't let him escape as he pleases, he'll warn them...'
When the Namekian looked into Emer's eyes he would see them changing and swirling with three different colors, orange belonging to Alith, red to Emer, and then Blue for Irith. 'I do not think he has any connections to the saiyans, but I do not believe he would alert any of them of your presences, sides it seems that he had just wished to help you in this sense. And here you are being hostile to him, by grabbing him, and then forcefully pulling him to the ground beside ya. I'm honestly surprised you didn't throw him...' Emer let a small growl escape from him, which could be taken in the wrong way towards the Namekian as if the man was irritated with him, though truth be told he was, but in all it was Irith pointing out he was becoming soft, as he hadn't thrown the kid which he would of done if they had meet just a few weeks ago. After waiting on a reply, he looked down at the namekian again and let a small sigh escape his lips before calming down.
"Seriously though... I ought to thank ya before I treat ya like this, I mean you did save my life and all, and I could of been in a bad situation for a few days." It would seem strange as the hate faded from him, simply because he had received another kind act that he hadn't expected, and yet he was being rude. Looking away slightly the Namekian could see he had been a bit embarrassed by the fact he was so rude. "It's not every day someone helps me out, or is nice to me... So... Thanks." That was pretty much any apology or thanks the Namekian was going to get, releasing his hand slightly he would allow the being to go for now, his aura was fluctuating between being angry, but now it was filled with a little bit of happiness, as he had found another being on earth that was nice to him. If the kid was still close enough to hear him he spoke softly to himself, though it was just a thought at the moment.
"You know, maybe earth isn't so bad, I suppose I don't need to destroy it... Yet anyway, till more saiyans come here... But the Planet Vegeta will certainly be destroyed..." For now though even with those thoughts and being said allowed, the hint of happiness still lingered around him as he looked around. The little green man, had plenty of time to fly away now, Emer still feeling a little weak looked at the try ahead of him. "I haven't eaten anything in four days now... I think I'll get some of the fruit off that tree." Being no expert on earthen fruit, one could have done well to warn him that the tree he was looking at, contained a poisonous fruit to humans, but to other animals such as birds and squirrels, it would be harmless to them. Taking slow dogged steps he finally reached the tree, it felt better that his body was healed, but the fruit looked so far up.
Not wanting to waste his energy that he had just gained, in fear he'd reopen the wounds he just had, Emer began to climb the tree, with his one hand, and using his feet to inch up slowly, he had enough strength to press his feet into the tree, to make small foot holds, as he had to reach for another branch, so he was doing this kind of awkwardly with his one arm. Before finally getting to a nearby branch that held the fruit on it. Leaning slightly out holding himself up by his legs, he began to reach for the fruit.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 16, 2014 5:28:39 GMT
Fear once again rolled over the Namekians eyes as he felt the arm of the powerful man grab his leg as he had turned to fly away from him. The man had an angered look on his face and he seemed to think that Milac’s distaste had meant that he was an ally to that race. Milac knew nothing of the modern day Saiyan’s or their enslavement of other races. All that he knew was that Namekian legend spoke of them as having its own heroes and villains. The peaceful nature of the dragon clan’s teachings had taught that any race was capable of great evil, and that any was capable of great good.
“F- Forgive me… I… don’t believe that violence is necessary beyond self-defense,” The little idealist spoke. “I know that you have a great pain of some sort and I am guessing that it was caused by Saiyans… but...” Milac gulped. “I don’t think that genocide is the answer…”
To Milac’s surprise the man was now thanking him for performing his healing upon him. He had a feeling that the benevolent being inside of him had convinced him to spare the boy. He released Milac’s leg and he felt relieved.
“The first… being that spoke to me told me that you only respected neutrality. I… cannot condone what it is that you may do as you seek vengeance, but I can understand it. Legend tells that saiyan’s played a part in a genocide of my people…” Milac finished and he hesitantly began flying off again.
He needed to get away from this being. It would be the job of the benevolent being inside of Emer to bring his heart into balance, it was no task that the little dragon clan Namekian could handle on his own. He hoped that his parting words with the creature would show him that forgiveness was an alternative to hate.
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Post by Pieter Wolfbane on Nov 1, 2014 23:27:36 GMT
Sorry this took a bit! Let me distribute now:
Emer- 3521 to be added to your zeni count, Emer.
Milac- 2659 to be added to your zeni count, Milac!
The zeni will be added asap. Right now, I'm on my way out the door.
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