Through the miracle of space travel and Ayumu having a rather fancy spaceship, Namorel had once more made it home to Namek. The blue grass and Ajissa Trees could do nothing but make him smile. While he had not been on Earth for that long, his time away from home had taken its emotional toll on him. Taking in deep breaths of the cleaner atmosphere, Namorel was no on his own for a while, leaving Ayumu to his own devices and to head home to Earth if he so wished. However the namekian had business to attend to here on his homeworld, to seek out his home village would be on the top of that list, but what better to do than to take in the scenery of the beautiful planet he originated from, and to remember the days when he was exceedingly younger and much less enlightened by the other planets that existed in their galaxy, let alone their solar system.
The three warm suns beat down gently on Namorel as he made his way to a nearby plateau to sit and rest. The gravity training with Noxa had proven rather damaging, but his body had quickly taken its course to force regeneration of the wounded parts, only to have them grow back stronger and more adjusted to what he had experienced in that chamber with the bio-android. He had no ideas as to whom he may meet while here, relaxing, but regardless, he would close his eyes and take in his surroundings, practicing the ki sensing he had learned to use shortly before leaving Earth, feeling the frogs, and other animals in the area around him, intentionally not setting his range to far as to not confuse himself with others in the distance.
KP: 3/3 [No Techs Used]
OOC: Sorry for the wait and if the starter is a bit bland.
Thread PL – 676,304, Heavy Weights, PL reduced – 169,076
Through her experiences with the Namekian people this visit, Shemha found herself looking a little more inward. Perhaps it also had to do with the arrival of Marcel and Noxa, both individuals she considered friends. The world was peaceful here and despite one minor setback, she was able to focus on the smaller and arguably more important things in life.
For those reasons she sat in silence at the moment, legs crossed under her in the blue grass of a random field. The practice was mediation and in the past she witnessed it on several occasions. Those of peaceful mind could spend hours in thought, letting the hours pass them by in the search for something deeper than the Universe had to offer on the surface. In no way a master of it, she wasn’t truly disappointed when a familiar signature drew her from the attempt. Shemha wanted to be able to reach a deeper level of thought, but she always wanted more social interaction and only one of those could be done on your own.
Namorel was a Namekian she met on Earth and if she was being honest with herself, their interaction was a bit strange. Having literally run into each other on the street, the only thing she had really learned about the green man was his budding singing career and that he was a friend to Noxa. The later part made him okay in her book. Able to sense him, she wondered what it was he had come to Namek for and if his arrival was at all linked to Noxa’s own.
Interested to try a second go at meeting him, she took to the air.
It wasn’t long before he came into view. Atop a plateau he sat, alone and from what she could gather, in silence. Unsure if he wished to be interrupted at all, she approached quietly and slowly, letting him notice her signature before she rocketed towards him. If he did look in her direction and gave no indication that he wished to be left to himself, Shemha would continue until she hover in front of him.
”It is a pleasure to cross paths with you again, Namorel. What brings you to Namek?” Shemha asked, unsure if it was simply because the place was his home or something more complicated.
The breeze whisked gently past the namekian's antennae, attempting to carry the green appendages with it as it went along its merry way, pulling small strands of blue grass along with it as it picked up some towards its peak. The smell of the Ajissa Trees flowed sweetly along with this wind, adding a subtle calmness to the surroundings as Namorel heard a frog croak in the distance, living its life to the absolute fullest it surely could. It reminded Namorel of his youth, spending endless days merely enjoying the natural world with his father or the days he would entertain himself with his peers in training and other times to simply play. These bitter sweet thoughts only further reinforced his feelings as he sat upon the plateau, meditating lightly to seek out the local lifeforms around him, most of which merely consisted of the simple creatures of the planet, but a larger power resided int he distance, one that felt... oddly familiar, familiar in a way Namorel didn't know how to describe it, perhaps it was someone he knew. However this question would be answered rather soon as the power began to approach him, possibly noticing him from where they resided.
"That it is. It has been some time since I last was on my home planet and I felt drawn to return to the planet I guess."
The namekian laughed a little as he neared the end of his statement, responding with the simplest version of the truth he could piece together. Even since his landing he hadn't gone to see his home village, possibly the only motivation that managed to help Ayumu keep the namekian on the path to go home... but that was not t be bothered at the time as the arrival of Shemha was not one he anticipated, rather he was caught off guard by the fact.
”Sadly I must admit I cannot understand that, but I do get the logic behind it. Not knowing where I was born, I have no idea where “home” is.” Shemha responded with a small shrug of her shoulders. Ultimately it didn’t matter to her. Home was a relative thing and she was quite comfortable in her ship above all places. With that being a vessel home went where she went. Although…the darkness of space did get lonely at times. Quick to snap herself away from thoughts of loneliness she refocused on the conversation at hand.
”Namek sure is lovely though. If I was asked to pick a planet to spend the rest of my days, these blue fields would surely be it. Peaceful, quiet, serene, but I suppose I don’t need to tell you that.” While surprised to run across him like this, she had known he was on the planet, Noxa having informed the Majin of it upon their brief meeting.
”Relaxing as this place is, it seems you have not been taking it easy Namorel. You seem far stronger than the last time we met…the strongest Namekian I have met actually.” Shemha noted, that of course a compliment and not in anyway implying the whole of the populace was weaker than her.
Her boots finally touched down to the soft blue grass as she took a read of his signature again. There was no doubt he had grown and she assumed most she met wore some sort of training weights just like she did. The heavy clothing was a great way to enhance your strength through everyday activity and especially effective when training.
Namorel listened as the familiar majin spoke, not really knowing of a home. It must have been a difficult feeling whenever another person mentioned it themselves. Namorel thought for a moment, perhaps wanting to withdraw his comment on what he had said, but based on the impression he got from Shemha, perhaps it wasn't a necessity, rather to continue the conversation as was would be in his benefit. She would continue to speak of the planet itself... the beauty and mysterious calmness of the planet were a few of the features that Namorel missed while he was on Earth. The blue marble itself was a cluttered and noisy planet with a population to match, but Namek was well known for its isolation and peace, it was reassuring to one who had lived here most of his life anyways.
"It is a wonderful planet, but I do have to confess that Earth also had its sort of charm that could draw one into it as well."
What he spoke, he believed to be the truth, as if it were not he probably would have come home to Namek much sooner, but he had experienced so much on Earth that each new one was a whole new expedition into the lifestyles of the Earthlings, and yet things were so different there that it did finally push him back to Namek. Meanwhile Shemha commented on how much stronger he had gotten, and he had forgotten how much weaker he was the first time he had met the majin on Earth. Perhaps now would be a good time to show his power to her, while they stood in a relatively empty portion of the planet after all.
"Curious to see how much I have grown since our previous encounter? I had a some training with Noxa on the way here, so perhaps I can give her some praise to it."
He sid this laughing some, but he was confident with his words as he began to stretch his arms and legs in case she accepted the offer.
”Oh, I can agree to that. Earth has a little more…flavor than Namek does. Each sphere has its draws.” She mused, almost more to herself than the Namekian. Her recent ventures took her to several planets, all of which she found interesting for one way or another. The real difference with Namek, although she failed to say anything about it to Namorel, was the Empire’s presence and the rebirth of the Dragon Balls. Truth be told, Namorel was likely trustworthy with the information as she assumed he wouldn’t do anything to harm his people, but she still kept it quiet. One could never be too careful.
At the mention seeing how strong he had become, the Majin looked to him with a raised brow. From her first experience with him on the streets of Earth, she wasn’t sure what his fighting potential was, but he was most definitely stronger now. As her arms slowly crossed over her chest, she gave him her undivided attention.
”I would enjoy that. Despite our casual first meeting, I have been curious as to what you are capable of. Now that you’re stronger, I would love to test myself against you. If you wish I can suppress my power so that we are on even footing. From my experience, the most beneficial training partners are those that are near equals.” Shemha offered with the most respectful tone she could. The last thing she wanted was to insult the Namekian with the comparison of their power.
”So, yes.” Shemha clarified before her eyes darted around the surrounding area. ”Right here should be fine. No one is close and this open area will allow us to fight without holding back. What do you say?”
With her common friendly smile on her face, she held her stance, arms crossed over her chest as she waited for him to confirm. Behind that mask of calm, she was excited with the prospect of another opportunity to learn.
Shemha's idea of a test of prowess intrigued Namorel. Since his arrival on the planet he had not been in any sort of combat, it was actually a rather concerning thought for the namekian as he was used to a regular spar or fight here or there on Earth and was worried that a visit without the opportunity to flex his muscles at the least would make him a tad rusty. Due to this he jumped to the opportunity in a heartbeat... or the closest thing he had as a namekian. Taking a deep breath and spreading his feet a meter apart he would begin to take his stance for combat, replying to the majin once more as he did so.
"Empty battlefield and a test of power sounds like a perfect setup."
Lowering his upper body into a slight hunch over his waist focused on the central gravity and moving his arms into position, his right arm curled at his waist with a balled fist and his left arm raised, extended some and the hand drooped to give the visage of a snake ready to stake, would take his battle stance and be prepared for combat with the majin. Not intending to use his full strength from the start, Namorel would stand like this until Shemha verified she was ready.
KP: 3/3 [No Techs Used]
(OOC: Sorry for the delay >.> My muse has been very off and on)
Shemha was glad he accepted, interested to see what a Namekian was capable of in combat. The green men were capable warriors in many cases, yet she had never set herself against one in real combat or a training session. She knew a little of their natural abilities, but nothing of techniques that they might possess. Each and every individual that she put herself against, was a source of inspiration and learning. The Majin believed that the best way to improve yourself was to broaden your knowledge and extend your experiences as far as possible.
The single word was her only verbal response to his acceptance of the suggestion. More notable was her physical response. A soldier by trade now and conditioned fighter thanks to her previous master, Shemha was more than capable of handling herself on the battlefield. A shift of her feet slide her left leg back behind her right, the motion turning her to the side. With her slender body sideways she presented a smaller target for a head on assault. Along with the stance, her left arm tucked behind the small of her back and her right lifted in his direction.
”I am ready to begin when you are.” She stated, a deep inhale audible as she prepared her body for the session. In her stance, she held her position in order to allow him, as the challenged, the first move. Not to mention her durable body made her the perfect type of defensive fighter.