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Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2016 17:37:17 GMT
 | Namorel (HW + Home T1)
Powerlevel: 71,608
-75%
Powerlevel: 17,902 |
Closer, closer it drew; the gravitational force making miniscule, almost impossible to notice chances to the ship as the kilometers above the surface dropped by ones, then tens, and numbers ever growing in size as the shipped dropped into the upper magnetosphere. Namorel felt a gently buzz in his inner ear as they did so, as it perhaps a feeling of returning home or merely the electromagnetic interference? He didn't know, but the feeling didn't last nearly long enough to present a threat or problem to the namekian, rather his mind was set on home. Walking from the rear bay, close to the gravity chamber he and Noxa had been in prior, he would head for the stern of the ship to find the control room and perhaps some instruments to read as they made their descent, his anticipation growing with each passing second they drew nearer to the blue grass of the green planet's surface.
As to where the elder human was, the namekian had no clue, rather hoping he was in the control room he made his way for, following the metal walls of the ship and running his hand across the cold material that the ship almost entirely composed of, it had been his first time on a ship in a very long time, ever since his escape form the planet, it was rather ironic really that his only other trip on one of these space faring ships would be to return to the home he left many months ago. Namorel felt a chill run down his spine as he traversed the hallway of the ship, it was less a feeling of fear or concern, but rather one of a forlorn nature. He had missed his home for so long and was finally getting to return, but was it the right thing to do...?
"Is it wrong to want to back out now? Or is it reasonable to feel this way after so long?"
The namekian asked himself out loud, unsure if anyone would hear him, but to him any answer would truly satisfy his whimsy. Rather he wanted to avoid his own verification as he knew the bias in his heart would drive him towards the potentially wrong route, he had been warned by Hana before hand, but was it more so a reminder of concern rather than a warning? For this part Namorel did not know, instead he stopped at the closest portcullis and peered through it towards the reaches of space, his weighted clothes pulling against him, still not feeling the same ever since the gravity training with the bio-android, Noxa, prior. He would shuffle his shoulders as a sign to this as he watched the green planet draw nearer, an odd combination of a smile and a frown marked the edges of his face, almost a face to signify stress rather than any other feeling he could vocally express by himself. Perhaps he would fins his answer on his home, turning from the portcullis to finally make his way to the control room.
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Dec 6, 2016 14:16:51 GMT
Simply looking outside of the ship as a small pod had already gone away from the mighty ship, Ayumu would bring one of his eyes upon the mighty planet called Namek that brought a soft smile to his face while humming happily about what has happened during the travels as he had slept mostly.
Slowly letting the droplets of sand from his eyes fall down to the floor before an heavy sigh escaped his lips "It seems you have brought yourself in another pickle you are feeling insecure of..."
The corners of his lips slowly starting to rise as a large woman dressed in a cloak made her way over only to smash her fist down onto his head with a obnoxious groan being audible.
Ayumu taking a few minutes to get his equipment together as a small group of people were running through the hallways just outside of the room the two were stationed in, small, black cloaked people who were shouting something about their research subject having escaped and being rather pissed before the eyebrows on his forehead slowly started to raise "I am truly sorry Namorel for having you suffer through this annoyance for the most of this eight hour trip, at least ships do not take days upon months to travel anymore but i must warn you, do not feed the little ones chocolate.
They will be too energetic if that happens. Please." before lifting up one of the cloaked people as a small hand came out of the cloak and started to touch up the face of Ayumu, the hand reminiscent to a zoan palm although with the soft cushions of a animal called the dog.
Slowly sitting there, playing with the paws, Ayumu continued his moment. "If you are not certain i can turn this ship around, but the least i have to say is to visit those who have raised you and brought you further on this planet.
It is not much compared to what you could have done with this very moment... But your choice is yours after all"
3,750,784 PL - Hana, Ayumu is a empty sad man
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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2016 15:04:09 GMT
| Namorel (HW + Home T1)
Powerlevel: 71,608
-75%
Powerlevel: 17,902 |
"I guess it would appear so... wouldn't it?"
These words were the least he could say back to the old human, while it was true it somewhat hurt to say. Every day since his arrival on Earth had been towards bettering himself to return home, but at the same time he felt as if he wasn't ready to return to his home planet... as if he wasn't ready to rise to a challenge that would arise to him on the surface of the planet. Perhaps his concerns were misguided rather than worth relying on. However the few times he had followed his heart, it tended to lead him into the situations that helped him grow as a person, but the same could be said of the few times he listened to the old human, Ayumu had this wisdom to him that was undeniable, that was for sure. Perhaps he would need to start listening to others for once... listening to his own heart is what made him leave home in the first place.
The brief assault on the old man came as a surprise to Namorel as he had not seen the woman approach, nor had he heard her make any approach which was odd for a ship of this design, one could hear a person tapping their finger lightly across the entire structure if they listened well enough. Lifting a hand before dropping it quietly he would have offered assistance, but remembered that it was Ayumu he was looking at, the man seemed like he could take a missile to the face and walk away without a mark on his body. And as Namorel had anticipated the human seemed to collect his devices rather quickly, his endurance was astounding for a person that resonated no ki themselves, but rather seemed linked to Hana.
"Should we be concerned about that...?"
The namekian would ask in regards to the statement by the cloaked figures, about their test subject escaping. Perhaps it was nothing, but Namorel was still cautious about there potentially being threat in anything the old human was concocting in his free time. Aside from this he watched Ayumu communicate with one of them through contact and watched the zoan-esque paw rise from the cloak. Ayumu's statement on the trip taking significantly less than it could have had made him think on whether he should stay or not if return was so close and wouldn't take a huge amount of time, but the old human would follow up with a good reason for him to stay a short while. At the least to see his family once more, whatever of them still existed on the planet and were still in the village since his exit of the planet... some of them may not eve be there anymore, but would it not still be worth looking? This thought is what began to guide his perception, as he once more looked towards the green planet below them.
"Perhaps you are right... Atleast see if my village still stands."
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Dec 7, 2016 7:16:35 GMT
Slowly fiddling with the paws of this Zoan, Ayumu looked towards the planet Namek outside of the window while slowly shaking his head.
He was feeling strange, it was not often you got to see somebody grow so much and then be prepared to finally visit their home again with a promise fulfilled to become stronger.
Namorel was in the human sense a man now, a true man, he had done what he sought to do with still room for improvement, unlimited amounts of room, yet he kept to his pride and this, in its own right brought respect on the table towards him.
Letting droplets of water slowly manifest in his eyes, Ayumu could not help but let a few droplets of tears roll down his cheeks before speaking “Gosh darn it, This is getting me emotional, but we have no reason to worry... The least they could do is unleash a predator on board that fires rice at the opponents... “ with the Zoan suddenly trembling as Ayumu wiped a few of his tears away, looking awkwardly towards the cloaked creature. “Did you guys make an predator that fights using warmed rice...?” Before the zoan booked it, grabbing hold of its hat and running as quickly as this creature could before leaving us in the dust as Ayumu simply stared towards Namorel in utter shock and confusion before then starting to laugh lightly.
Relief slowly washed over himself as Ayumu could not help but feel happy having these idiots and comrades on his ship as every second was an adventure in his eyes before then raising himself of his seat and taking an piece of candy from the bowl on a table nearby. “If you wish to have a short spar before we go outside of the ship and land, you can do so, I may be extremely weak compared to you but the least I can do is point out your mistakes in your movements.
Consider this a dance, if you may, young namekian.” Slowly extending his palm as if he was inviting you to a dance, making a soft bow before the realization that he stood absolutely no chance was apparent.
Unless he had a few secrets in his sleeves, Ayumu would be instantly destroyed by your blows, even if you were to hold back completely.
While this was going on, Another creature slowly made her way over to the entrance of the room we had been residing in, An Ryashi with an rather long snake appendage who saw this greeting before smirking lightly “If you wish, I can take the fight instead, I do not mind giving that so and so an quick ass whooping... Unless he cheats, like the super saiyans on earth, seriously!” but she was simply denied by Ayumu who shook his head firmly “I will challenge Namorel myself for once.”
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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2016 9:45:18 GMT
| Namorel (HW + Home T1)
Powerlevel: 71,608
-75%
Powerlevel: 17,902 |
Namorel kept his eyes locked on the planet as the older human spoke, his words seemed more focused openly than specifically at Namorel for the most part anyways, however that was until he spoke to the zoan in the cloak he was promptly interacting with, or better yet essentially playing with it, speaking of a creature... or better yet a predator that attacked its opponents by firing cooked rice at his opponents. This statement alone made Namorel turn to face the cloaked zoan and Ayumu. The two sat in what appeared to be a short, yet seemingly long, awkward silence before the small zoan started to scamper off, further into the depths of the ship.
"Wait! Does that mean this thing actually exists?"
Namorel shot the question to both Ayumu and the cloaked zoan rather hastily, but by the time his question reverberated back into the part of the ship the small cloaked creature was running too it had escaped the namekian's view. Looking back to the human, Namorel noticed he was laughing... perhaps at the reaction of the small cloaked zoan that escaped further into the ship prior. The namekian could only laugh with him, unsure of how else to react to that sort of news being as that sort of creature surely was no threat to anyone on board the ship as is. What quickly caught the namekian off guard however was the human's request of a spat, asking for Namorel to have a short fight with him on board the ship. Namorel saw this as an odd request, especially since they were in a spaceship after all.
"Sure I guess, but doesn't us being in the ship, it seems rather dangerous."
Namorel expressed his concerns as he accepted the old man's offer to spar. Although he wondered what he meant by vastly over power him, the human Ayumu always seemed powerful in some sort of less direct way to the namekian. Regardless of this however the human was intent on proceeding in the spar himself, rejecting the offers form others to take his spot in this spar. Namorel saw this itself as a rather noble reaction. The thought began to make Namorel wonder how the human fought, he had never seen it and wondered if the human had a special sort of style or method to his fighting, he had only ever see Hana obliterate things in his absence, like at that first time he had met the human.
While he waited for the human to respond he wondered if he had a place on the ship to spar rather than here, and what flaws the elder Ayumu would see in his form. He had never considered it much himself; pulling off loses and victories from the stance in the past and wondered where he may be going wrong with it. These thoughts would leave him in a curious silence, prompting him to turn back to the portcullis to once more look at the approaching planet Namek.
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Dec 7, 2016 9:56:15 GMT
While Namorel would have followed the old man starting to make his way down the hallway, multiple people running around as the large Zoan carrying an axe was making her way past him once again, giving you a respectable nod with a smile hidden under the cloak that was ragged and easy to wear, the hoofs slamming in the metallic floor making a high pitched noise until the people started to die down, path after path ending up with a single dark hallway, the lights softly flickering as it was still under construction with the wiring, an faulty that had happened a few months ago? Or maybe even a few weeks ago, yet it seemed still safe enough to be in until a large sound of something slamming into Ayumu would be heard as he slammed into the wall with the soft steps of a mechanical hound making its way forwards, the soft whirring of old engines in its body as the mouth opened into a rice cooker generating rice at a rather insane amount, slowly dripping it down to the floor almost as if it was drooling before making a large rumbling sound as Ayumu tried to get off the wall, only to notice the rice had already hardened into a thick white cover that he could not remove “Crap! Namorel! Take that hound out, that beast is probably what they are trying to get!” Would be his last few words before another clump of rice was shot at his mouth before tears started to drop down to the ground, cries about how delicious the rice was openly being stated to be extremely delicious, almost as delicious as a sin itself while Ayumu kept chewing it trying to be able to converse again, Hana having not followed us following the same route was a distant energy source that could be sensed if Namorel had any ability to sense, although what he would do in this moment was to ask to him.
The beast slowly moving from side to side as in front of Namorel was the hallway that they were supposed to walk down, with to the left the Android dog with its energy source slowly pacing to get an rather big shot of rice aimed towards you.
Heat slowly starting to seep out of the rice cooker as the engines only whirred louder and louder.
The small beady eyes on its face showing an raging emotion of true cooking rage, it was almost boiling over as the beast would spit a few bolts of rice towards you.
Attempting to stitch your feet to the ground with its massive rice mastery... The insanity of the situation slowly starting to sink in as this beast was attempting to fight you using boiling hot rice that hardened rather quickly.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2016 10:38:30 GMT
| Namorel (HW + Home T1)
Powerlevel: 71,608
-75%
Powerlevel: 17,902 |
Following Ayumu, the namekian would take little concern to the events that had begun to befall the ship, with more and more people running amok in the hallways, perhaps something bad had begun to happen. Still with the rice cooking creature on his mind Namorel was unsure how he would go about handling that if it were to show itself to the namekian, he was sure it would rely greatly on how the creature was designed and if it was agile. As he thought time seemed to pass rather quickly, that was until the axe wielding cloaked figure walked past him, the ringing of the hooves on the ship shot into his ears with a sharp ring, the pain not distracting him, but surely breaking the concentration of the namekian as he walked with the elder human.
They would make their way further into the ship form what Namorel could tell, however rather than having a cleaner, less touched look to it, the ship seemed desolate and in ruin, with panels open and wires exposed to anyone walking through these chambers. It made Namorel wonder what sort of accident befell the ship in order for this degree of chaos to open itself up into the innards of this ship. As they walked Namorel heard something, steps coming towards them down the ship's hallway, it seemed to have grace in its step by the way it made minimal sound.
"Watch out, something is com-..."
Namorel would begin to yell towards Ayumu, but before he could finish the creature slammed the elder human into the wall before coating him in what appeared to be quick dry rice. Barring Ayumu to the wall and preventing him from moving. With s swift statement, asking Namorel to defeat the creature, his mouth would also be coated in the white, almost pudding like rice that was being rapidly expelled from the creature's mouth. Although it had the appearance of a dog, Namorel as not going to treat it in the same regards as one of the furry assholes. Namorel would form his Dragoon Lance at his side and watch the creature, aiming to dodge the rice while he waited for an opening from it, to take it out in a single blow rather than keep the fight going for a very long time.
As he would follow up from the creature's attack of searing rice, aiming to lodge his lance into the creature's leg and throw it to the side. While he went in for the attack however he would feel a few other different powers in the distance, one was large enough for him to assume it as Hana, but what was the other one? Was it perhaps something else he should be concerned of? Keeping his eyes on the creature and following through with his attack he would keep this in mind while he thought of ways to defeat this four legged rice cooker that had already conquered Ayumu, the elder human. Only perception could benefit Namorel now.
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Dec 7, 2016 10:45:54 GMT
As you attempted to lodge your spear into the frontal left leg of this beast, the sudden movement scared it off, and it did a quick hop forwards before a the spear managed to firmly slice of its front paw and knock it into the wall to the left, a rather well placed spin around blow one must agree as the beast looked confused before its chest slowly swelled with steaming hot rice becoming apparent from its mouth before a shotgun blast of rice was projected forwards towards you while you were still in the close range of a melee battle with the eyes of the beast slowly turning into smaller beads, as it was showing a form of excitement that it was challenged to use its every potential, black marks of burning starting to become apparent on its body, yet if one were to get through this large clump of overcooked rice that was becoming a large wall in the air, they could finish this beast of easily!
Ayumu himself was simply sitting at this corner, looking at the rice he was consuming and feeling extremely guilty of himself, the rice was delicious, too delicious as it was still covering him in large amounts as he kept trying to consume and break it free from himself as his lower body was nearly useless along with most of his torso.
Giving a quick look towards the fight with the wet eyes of sorrow before then letting a quiet burp exit his mouth “God dammit this rice is delicious, its almost a crime to defeat this beast but I must also admit that we must do something to stop … No, he has grown, Namorel has grown just like Celmaru has after the first few visits I have had with them.
He is not just that namekian anymore...” Before taking a rather deep breath, not realizing the implication of what he could be doing by distracting Namorel at this moment.
Letting his voice boom out and speaking his honest opinion towards the namekian, he then spoke gladly “Come on Namorel! You can do it! Defeat that beast and show us how strong the warrior clan truly is!” Going back to thoroughly taking apart the rice that was starting to clump together on himself before a small popping sound was heard beneath him, it was not a fart, Ayumu knew it... What was this mysterious sound that he kept hearing from below as something seemed to move forwards from below, slowly rattling its tail quietly underneath the roaring sounds of the beast that was fighting, yet above all why was Namorel not taking notice of it? Was it another android?
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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2016 14:19:36 GMT
| Namorel (HW + Home T1)
Powerlevel: 71,608
-75%
Powerlevel: 17,902 |
A missed strike! One that could have meant the battle ending abruptly for the namekian. As his lance skidded the metal surface that was the floor, he had managed to retaliate to the dog, but not in a way to end the fight swiftly, but rather pitting the fight into a more suitable battle. Looking to his lance, he realized he had both the advantage and disadvantage of the confined space of the ship. He alone only had a matter of feet above his head for clearance and with the lance measuring at one foot taller than him, the space was greatly reduced. With this in mind he would watch the creature... the dog as it prepared another blast, a spray of rice flying towards him was all he saw.
In the millisecond he had to thing he flashed, leaving an almost invisible mirage of himself behind and reappearing behind the dog creature. His intention was to get the creature into a suplex stance and slam it into the ground. Going to tuck his arms under the dog's legs and caressing his torso, Namorel would hope that the dog would not have a means to pull back on him. If this were successful he would pull this into a downward suplex.
Namorel then heard the elder human's words and a pure determination bellowed from him as he would go to draw the dog's head into the metal surface of the ship's flooring, his lance drawn across the creature's chest to try and restrict movement as he did this. He had to show his might to Ayumu, and his growth as a warrior. Much had happened since his last, and first encounter with the old human, and it was an interesting one. He was still unsure as to why the bandits had come to his house, a small structure hidden on the cliffs of Mount Paozu, but for whatever reason they had and Namorel had to dispose of them to the best of his ability. That felt so long ago and yet it wasn't it was just a few months back, but his growth since then had been exponential as compared to any growth he had made while on his home world, Namek. But now he was extremely more powerful than back then, however this also made him wonder what made the dog creature able to keep up with him... who designs a creature this powerful to make rice for them?
Partway into the suplex Namorel heard the sounds below and wondered if the dog was durable enough to survive an attempt to smash through the floor of the hallway, perhaps to see what lied below. He would promptly apologize to Ayumu later, but he was sure that the old human would understand his reasoning behind this. Either way he hoped the suplex, were it to follow through, would at the least incapacitate the dog creature and allw him to help Ayumu escape the sticky surface that is the rice he was stuck under.
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Dec 7, 2016 14:54:36 GMT
While you tried to suplex the beast, it started to spew rice like an insane maniac, shoving multiple layers of rice against the walls before a loud thud would be audible.
The ground starting to tear, crack and soon give in to the strength of your suplex with energy pulsing outwards before the hole started to be filled with rice as it soon fused with the hull just after something large made its way inside, towering above you as the doggo made its way beside you.
Standing valiantly and with its rice cooker aimed towards the enemy, it was a rather large beast that had a fanged mouth, multiple carapace pieces on its body and even a large set of eyes that went up to 32 individual pieces aiming towards you, trying to find a weak point.
Its long black tail, colored the same as the rest of its black and gray body, slowly whipped across the ground before Ayumu would slowly raise from his rice box that kept him down as he shouted to Namorel "Fire your strongest technique at it! I will do my best to get the damage kept to a minimum!" was his first reaction before alarms started going off in the entire compound as this beast would slowly wake its body up and its muscles slowly started to bulge.
Seemingly starting to wake up from its frozen stasis that let it move through the atmosphere as the rice was keeping us from losing all the air in the cockpit.
The rice pupper was pondering for a second to escape or to back stab you but instead started to charge all of its rice goodness in its mouth before lowering its body, going to fire a rather powerful steamed burst of rice towards the opponent as it slowly colored yellow.
The ultimate form of rice, yellow rice that was naturally made, it did not have additions, it did not have an sauce this was the pure perfect golden rice that this beast was about to fire towards the enemy, yet he would not be able to crack that hard carapace, you two would be able to defeat it before it would truly awaken and destroy everything!
The power source of Hana was rapidly starting to approach this point in the ship, starting to zip through the hallways using her jumps while pushing people aside as some people angrily shouted at her, but she knew that something was wrong and that there had to be something done quickly before it was too late.
If not she may be regretting this for the rest of her life as people could start to get wounded on this ship.
It was not too hard especially with the intents of somebody messing with the current lab research project, especially with how the current number of people on board was six too many, somebody had snuck in and was sabotaging the entire operation from within.
The question was who though? who would be sabotaging everything from within?
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2016 6:36:54 GMT
| Namorel (HW + Home T1)
Powerlevel: 71,608
-75%
Powerlevel: 17,902 |
Crushing, the crumpling sound of the dog creature coming into contact with the metal floor below was reassuring to the namekian. The spread of the rice as the dog flailed did concern him some, as he rose to his feet he would check on Ayumu to ensure that the human had not been covered in another excessive flurry of the rice, but rather remain liberated from this injustice. Looking back at it Namorel also noticed the damage he had done to the ship and the narrow save by the dog creature as its rice filled the damage he had caused quite efficiently, almost as if it had been correlated with his suplexing of it, but Namorel shoved this thought aside as pure speculation instead, trying to conceive a more scientific reasoning for this aside from mere coincidence, of which he could not contrive.
"How did that feel ya mangy beast?"
He shouted these words with determination as he turned back to see the dog creature at his side, facing something he had not seen prior. Looking towards the beast he saw it, the black and grey carapace pieces locked unto him away from the remainder of its body, it appeared to be looking over the namekian, perhaps for a weakness or an opening on himself. Not realizing this Namorel would sense Hana's power level growing closer and closer, while Ayumu told him to give the beast the most powerful attack he could to hopefully defeat it in one fell swoop, or to keep damages at a minimal. The dog creature itself seemed to be siding with the namekian this time rather than opposing him, lowering itself to charge the rice in its cooker once more to a yellow color, perhaps this carried some variety of importance to it, but Namorel himself knew not what this significance could possibly be even. Rather curious and might even ask Ayumu when things calm down some.
Lowering his hand to his waist Namorel would shift the lance some, indicating small bees crawling up and down the handle, not bothering anyone or anything until the namekian gestured to the odd black and grey creature ahead of them. The bees would shoot from Namorel's lance, keeping in straight lines separated from one another as to not cause an unwanted collision and therefore detonation. With intent to land on the carapace and look for openings the bees would seeks these out to crawl into the depths of the beasts and blow themselves up form that position inside the monstrosity, to avoid any collateral damage to the ship as the namekian had commanded from them. Meanwhile Namorel would charge at the beast, lance in hand to strike between the carapaces and dislodge them from one another if he could manage such, If not he was unsure as to what they beast would attempt, but trying to get an edge before Hana arrived counted towards something didn't it? With these pawns in play, now he relied on the success of the bees and help from the outside.
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Dec 13, 2016 14:12:52 GMT
While the beast attempted to struggle against the attack delivered, it was surprised at first, an unleash of small buzzing insects, there was not a single reason for it to take notice of it and think badly, they were bees after all!
Having seen them before in the testing labs, it simply kept moving on as behind the bees multiple shots of rice started to slam into its carapace making its small entrances only larger and larger.
The bees that went inside of its body, damaging the vitals, damaging the core, there are hundreds of insects that were devastating its insides as the beast slowly started to push its claws towards its own body, trying to tear of its own carapace as high pitched bestial roars filled the area.
Every step that it took forwards, forcing it to take two steps backwards with the cries never stopping before the pulses of rice that slammed into it caused its entire balance to topple and fall onto its back.
Multiple twitches visible over its body before it then stopped, a soft popping sound of a core deep within its body burning out, unable to process all these emotions that it felt in its last moments before Ayumu came over and simply took out a small phone to call up a few cleaning experts while looking rather disgusted. “It has been done... Shit. I did not know you were using weaponized bees of all things, they were...” Unable to even react to what had happened.
Trying to avert your eye sight for a few minutes, Ayumu just awkwardly stood there as the hound was softly wagging its long, plug like tail with a rather content look on its face.
It did not take long for this creature to soon place one of its metallic paws on Namorel's leg if he did not pull it away with a soft whining noise with Ayumu adding “I think it wants to stay with you.”
The beast stomping on its front legs before hopping excitingly on the floor, nearly crushing the rice that was keeping us from dying in the frozen abyss of outer space while Ayumu then spoke “Do you want to keep it?”
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Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2016 15:59:39 GMT
| Namorel (HW + Home T1)
Powerlevel: 71,608
-75%
Powerlevel: 17,902 |
It was a direct hit, the rice frog the dog creature only greater assisting in the entrance of the bees into the segmented creature's carapace. Namorel listened carefully until the moment he was more than sure that the bees had effectively made it towards the interior of the beast. Covering his ears he commanded for the bees to detonate upon themselves. One by one, the small insects exploding into a combination of blood and gore, leaving ki signatures from Namorel himself as they all slowly died until the entire population Namorel had summoned finished their job as the carapaced beast erupted into a violent roar and struggle, reeling back before a slow collapse to the floor of the spaceship underneath it. Uncovering his ears after the pained encore of the segmented monstrosity he would take another look at the beast, realizing the actual size of the creature he was taken aback for a mere instant, but quickly recuperated from this moment of hindsight.
"I never really found out why they formed as bees, it sort of came out that way and I went with it"
Namorel spoke, turning to the old man and the cybernetic rice dog. He was being honest however as the first embodiment of the technique thrust those small, stinging insects upon him and they proved to be rather effective in their own right. The dog rice cooker on the other hand seemed rather content with itself as it stood by the old human, wagging its tail in delight from beating the carapaced creature, which was now being deal with by the cleaning crew Ayumu had called on to remove of the creature. Namorel would watch them drag the monstrosity off to wherever it was that the creature was created, better the place it back behind some class or something than it mysteriously wake up and attack them once more. As he was deep in though he would feel the paw clap against his leg, followed by a display of affection. Ayumu would follow suit and ask Namorel if he wanted to keep the dog, thinking for a moment, the namekian would come to respond to this request.
"Allow me to fully consider this after my ordeals on Namek are settled? I don't want to put another life in danger for my own sake."
Walking over to his lance as he said this, and pressing his hand against the rice plug to replace it with a proper material, a metal similar to that of the ship itself so no, unfortunate, incidents could occur to the crew of the ship. The lance had gotten cold, the metal warming up from the namekian's hands as he once more held the lance, his ki resonating through it with a light green mist rising from the nose of the dragon's head. This would thus lead to Namorel awaiting any further requests from the old man, or to return to the helm of the ship and reside in the connamd room until landing.
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Jan 4, 2017 21:37:05 GMT
Ayumu simply brings forwards both his hands before manifesting an small little sweater from the palms of his hands.
Knowing that the beast that was before his very eyes could not just continue wandering around, with little to not protection or way to indicate it had been made safe by his crew or warriors before then realizing something.
Slowly taking out the pieces of material from the torso, letting strands of energy seep into it before making a christmas sweater for the rice hound showing both Namorel and the hound hug each other in a stack of beanbags.
It was almost unbearably adorable in the eyes of Ayumu as he would let a soft squee slowly flow out of his mouth before covering it up quickly as a few people started to approach the hallway to repair some of the damage that had been caused or at least as they expected it too.
Not realizing that everything was still rather safe to look and see, with Ayumu trying to draw Namorel his attention with a cough. "Namorel, fine, fine, we will take care of the beast but the moment you get back to earth you are taking him with you.
He will wait for you patiently and fight for your pride but you must also keep some pride within your own heart for the beast."
Letting him walk away with the others and waiting until everybody was far enough away for Ayumu to speak of what was on his mind while looking outside of the window, he made a painful cough exit from his mouth, slowly building up into a coughing fit as he was feeling rather painful from the amount of effort moving around on a spaceship is with this many people trying to run about.
"There is somebody on namek who is trying to set fire to the entire planet, he is not strong, he is not powerfull, instead he is clever and knows how to fuck up everything with a single torch.
He will soon flee to earth, but i want you to go out to the planet with me while searching for clues." He spoke seriously, looking out of the nearby window to the planet as it was one of the only light sources into this dark hallway before then continuing. "This is a massive problem we have here knowing how burnable everything is."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 6, 2017 20:50:30 GMT
| Namorel (HW + Home T1)
Powerlevel: 71,608
-75%
Powerlevel: 17,902 |
With the fight finally completely over Namorel assessed the overall damages he and the carapace monstrosity had caused to the ship itself, although he personally blamed a good portion... most of the damage on it itself rather than himself. Not immediately noticing the creation of the sweater that Ayumu created for the rice cooker creature that had previously helped him in the fight against the carapace creature whom was recently toppled. Subsequently Namorel was unable to see any images that were printed on the fabric ensemble created for the small creature.
"Interesting, I can keep to that. I just need time to myself on Namek... who knows who or what I fill out there."
Turning back to look at Ayumu and the rice cooker hound on the cough of the elder human, he would see the sweater and felt a moderate distaste at it, but at the same time he felt this was an innate feeling for all beings when looking upon one of these cheery looking sweaters. The following instant the various crew members would come to clean up nay remaining damages as well as the creature that lay defeated on the ground before them. However as Ayumu began to speak Namorel's attention would be drew to the older human and commander of the vessel they were currently flying in, he spoke of a threat on the planet; a namekian with a penchant for burning things, even with the smallest fire. The fact that the planet was comprised of completely flammable material.. Although Namorel wondered what portion of the planet this namekian was based on to have so much material to burn without running out. Almost all of the planet was water however so finding the individual namekian would surely be easy..
"A fire starting namekian? What an odd anomaly among my people... any idea what clan he comes from? And surely finding him on should be easy with how isolated many of the islands and continents are. Maybe looking for ashes would help...?"
Namorel honestly was unsure how else or where to look for this so called Namekian, but whatever information he could offer would further bring them to getting this fiery menace. Keeping his bias out of the way, his thoughts for whenever and if Ayumu gave him information on the namekian's clan. On another note, Namorel would look once more out of the portcullis to the planet that lay below them, awaiting for their arrival and liberation from the flaming menace that was hidden on the surface below.
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