Harp had simply sat on a tree, looking at the beautiful instrument in his hands. His lackeys were busy looking for a way to revive his father. Of course he missed his father Xylo, and every day his presence wasn't here meant another day of searching. He usually put on a cold, blank expression towards not only his cult faction members but to almost everyone minus their father.
The people in everyone category also included his brothers, Bassoon being the most embarrassing. Each one of them had their uses, and the thought his dear father thought he was a brilliant strategist made him smile. The mutated Namekian child grabbed his harp tighter, musing before he began to play.
A beautiful melody echoed across the area, each chord being strung by the experienced hands of the cold Mazoku clan member creating a peaceful environment..
The Northern Scar... how long had it been? The days since he last saw it were years... maybe longer ago. He had made the trip once with his father when he was vastly younger... was it forty, no fifty years ago? Namorel couldn't remember the exact time, but he was for certain that little had appeared to change, the planet still in the state he remembered it left. His encounter with the new leader of the Warrior Clan had already sparked training for the middle aged namekian, and meeting the new guru made him wonder why they picked one that was so young, perhaps Namek was evolving, learning to accept the younger population as those worthy of power. He found this both likely and unlikely, perhaps the younger namekian merely went uncontested in his rise to the seat... knowing the modern Dragon Clan, Namorel would not be surprised.
Once more the view of the location known as The Northern Scar reminded Namorel why his father reminded him to avoid this location, the presence of the Mazoku Clan was quite formidable in this area and typically posed a threat to all those that were not of their own caste. As he stood on a plateau, a faint tone buzzed in his inner ear, the sound reminded him of his encounter with the saiyan Endivia on Earth and her instrument with a similar tone. Closing his eyes to detect the general location of the sound, Namorel would make his way towards it and the power hiding itself behind the tune it was resonating, keeping to the cliff side to avoid immediate detection were there a thread among the music.
(Marcel) (Current PL: 25,840 due to Heavy Weights) (Actual PL: 103,360)
Marcel walked along a grassy path, staring down at the ground along the way. Still he couldn't believe that the grass on this planet was blue, being use to the typical green color back on Earth. The demonic hybrid has been around a few places lately on this planet, a lot of them being villages. Namek appeared to have a much more peaceful environment than the blue marble the guy came from. Though he admired this, still he held his home planet with more importance, and would never dream of forsaking it. However, Marcel was never able to truly enjoy most of the villages he approached, thanks to his....perverted droid of a....'wingman.' Everywhere they went, Hunter would demand that the natives bring him to their women, but of course he'd always get the same answer....
Which didn't freaking stop him....
Fortunately, Marcel managed to get away from the green haired idiot for the time being as he went to go harass more villages for their...women. But of course he'd have to find him soon, or he'll end up getting himself killed, but that may prove difficult since he of course couldn't sense his power....
As he continued, the hybrid noticed the various cracks, and openings around this area. An evident of a battle that occurred long ago perhaps? If he remembered correctly, that one Namekian named Gitar did speak of a battle which the SSE saved them from. Maybe this was the result of such battle, who knows? What was catching Marcel's attention now however was the soothing sound of a stringed instrument, one he was quite familiar with on Earth. Marcel stood there while taking a good look around for the source of this music until he sensed the ki of two individuals. With this, he took to the air, and flew towards the source of that wonderful music, and two powers, stumbling upon two more of this planet's natives. Namekians he believed they were called.
"You are quite talented with that harp I must say." Marcel complimented with a small smile as he landed back on his feet in front of the harp playing alien with some distance between them.
Harp was soon lost in the soothing chords struck by his hands, sending a melody across the darkened scar. He had no ki sense, so the Warrior Caste member was nowhere to be seen in his sights. His eyes were closed, a few animals laying under his tree in the shade while listening to the melody. Soon a hybrid would approach the Namekian, who immediately froze and used Mazoku magic to shrink the harp and hide it in his pocket.
"Who are you, explain what you are doing on the Mazoku Caste's land." He was horribly embarrassed at being discovered, and got down from the tree with his arm put over his other outstretched one, gripping it. A dark colored energy began to spawn at his hand, leaving him somewhat nervous yet angry. He knew this person did not belong here, and it sent a small shiver down his spine at the stronger person's power due to the amount of pressure he gave off.
Namorel continued to approach the sound, the ki energy located at the spot of the sound's origin, he would see another sim for the same destination as himself. This one was not a namekian, but rather some sort of...hybrid? Namorel was sure that he felt some variety of saiyan energy in the cauldron that was this being's ki energy. He was still rather new to the use of ki sense and was becoming used to the variation between many of the different race's ki and how it felt. And yet there was still so much that he had not yet felt or seen, perhaps this hybrid contained genes from one of those very races. Either way the namekian would continue to watch, climbing to the top of a cliff nearby as the hybrid of sorts approached what appeared to be a namekian playing a harp, as Namorel grew closer to the sound it became more irritating and toning it out was proving ot be a trial rather than easy.
His weighted cape flew gently in the wind as he watched the encounter occur from above, listening to the two with his keen sense of hearing, one of the few benefits of the Namekian biology he supposed after so many years of well... being a namekian. It appeared to him that it would not take long for things to go hostile as the namekian formed some sort of energy in his hand and was watching the hybrid. Namorel saw this as reason enough to drop in and ensure nothing bad was going to happen, dropping form the cliff side and prepping to land on his knee, the weighted clothing speeding up his decent towards the others below.
"No need for violence. I'm sure things can be handled peacefully here, however if I am intruding on something pardon me."
The namekian spoke firmly, unsure if this would come out that way, but he intended to prevent any sort of combat or death to incur while he could easily stop it. While the power between the two was obviously different, he knew of the capabilities of namekians such as himself.
With an eyebrow raised, Marcel watched the harp that this Namekian was playing seemingly vanish immediately! Perhaps it was the work of magic since the hybrid has seen many others on Earth do something similar. From what he has seen so far on Namek, Marcel wouldn't really be surprised at seeing magic users here since the people of this planet appeared more connected to these sort of things.
"Mazoku Caste?" Marcel repeated in a soft, puzzled tone. He had never heard of this before due to not being a native of course. He had just gotten on this planet recently, and the only thing he has really learned so far about this planet was the whole genderless thing, and their Guru he believed they called it. But before he could say anything else, Marcel could see the dark ki forming around one of the Namekian's hands, similar to his own which caused him to lower his eyes a bit. Was this alien...actually a demon? He had never seen such ki before except for his own, and those tainted with demon's blood. Maybe this entire species is actually demon in nature.
Though that didn't matter now. He had to make sure that this alien didn't try anything crazy since the hybrid didn't come here for a fight, nor wanted to get on the bad side of this planet's people....like Hunter did....
"Oh, no. I'm not here looking for a fight. I'm jus-" before he could finish, another Namekian dropped in, cape flapping in the wind. Law stood silently, as he glanced at the other green man. Unlike the one in front of him, this Namekian seemed less hostile, and threatened. "No, you are not intruding actually." Marcel claimed as he turned his head to face the caped alien. "I've actually came here to listen to that captivating tune." he turned back to face the hostile Namekian before bowing. "My apologies if I frightened you." he said before standing back up tall, a smile on his face in hopes that this will calm the alien.
The other Namekian barged in, giving off pressure which let Harp know he was stronger. His firm voice aggravated the son of Xylo to some extent, and the hybrid seemed horribly confused. He smiled and introduced himself, and thankfully the younger Namek couldn't sense ki. "As... to yourself? Your name sounds weird, what planet are you from and what do you plan on doing here?" He mused.
If he was from Earth and from the rule of that Blue Banner Murderer, the weird-looking slug would get rather angry in response. "Why do you trust that tin can!? He's the reason we've perished. He didn't come to our aid when the Saiyans inhabited our world, and it's about time we kick them off and take OUR world back from them. We don't need them!"
The landing was a tad less graceful than Namorel had intended it to be, his knee showed a sign of mar from the dirt that shattered under it as he had hit the ground, his weighted clothes only increased the power of the impact prior. With little bother to Namorel, he kept his eyes more so on the Mazoku scum that stood before him. He knew they were a violent sort and would not bat an eye at the death of one of their own kin, let alone any of the other species that perhaps took refuge on the planet. Even the saiyans, despite their visit being long over stayed Namorel himself, and he as sure the Warrior and Dragon clans as a collective, would not turn to hostilities unless the saiyans did so their own selves. It was odd however, Namorel had never anticipated one of the unholy Demon Clan to be so weak in comparative to many other namekians he had met, perhaps this one, but only this one, served no threat to anyone in particular.
"Greetings Marcel, I am Namorel. Welcome to Namek."
Namorel gestured to the hybrid with a bow and glared back at the Mazoku Clan Namekian that stood nearby. He did not want to let off too much the tension between the clans in front of the planet's visitor, but rather did his best to keep the glare from the hybrid's view. Pulling himself back up he would turn to face between the two once more and speak one more time, this time not really targeting anyone in opposition, but rather in tone.
"For what it is worth, it does not matter where you are from or why you are here. We welcome you as a guest to our planet and so hope you have enjoyed yourself thus far."
"Ah, a pleasure to meet you, Namorel." Marcel returned a bow. For the most part, these Namekians were quite polite, from Gitar, the ones the hybrid has encountered during his trip around villages, and now this Namorel person. Hunter however was able to antagonize each, and everyone of them save for these two which hopefully they will never run into each other....
Though, the odd looking Namekian still acted hostile towards Marcel. Perhaps he didn't trust outsiders? Even though, Marcel was still a visitor, and he had to make sure he remained polite. "I am from a planet called Earth actually, and It...wasn't really my choice to come here, but nonetheless, I am actually enjoying my time here." he'd say, crossing his arms as he looked up to the sky. "In a sense, it reminds me of my home." he claimed, but it appears that the hybrid's answer only infuriated the harp playing Namekian more.
"Tin...can..?" Marcel tilted his head a bit, having know clue that the alien was talking about the Earth's president. At first, he actually thought he was speaking of Hunter, but then again even Marcel doubted that guy would be responsible for people....perishing!?
The demonic hybrid listened to alien's words, an eyebrow raised. Did the Saiyans...the Solar Saiyan Empire do something to this world, and its people? It was strange because he was told by Gitar that they saved them from something, or someone, but now this Namekian here seems to be claiming that the Saiyans did more harm than good. Law was always suspicious of that so called Empire despite the people among their ranks he called friends. There was obviously more to this that Marcel couldn't yet piece together due to the little knowledge he has, but it appears that he must keep an eye on the SSE members who roam around here...even if he is on friendly terms with one of them...
Marcel quickly glanced back at Namorel as he spoke once more. It was obvious he wanted to keep the peace, and so did Marcel. "I really appreciate that, and I surely have." he'd nod with a small smile before looking back at the other Namekian, smile slowly fading as he bowed once more. "I am not entirely sure what it is that has happened between your people, Earth, and....the Saiyans, but I sincerely apologize on Earth's behalf. Though, I am nobody special, so my apology may not be as fitting as you'd like." he'd claim before standing back tall.