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Post by Helix Crust on Dec 10, 2016 5:33:40 GMT
Helix's was half awake for a while before he fully woke up. He dreamt lightly of chaos on namek, ogres eating dragon balls, and fighting tournaments on earth. Before long, a hand clasped his shoulder and gently but firmly prodded him into consciousness. The namekian blinked to alertness, his eyes squinting at the light around him before he understood where he was. His line of sight followed up a muscled arm and he realized that an ogre had awoken him. "Wouh agh yohh," Helix garbled out. Immediately, his hands clasped his face and he realized that his jaw was still hanging off of it's hinges, however, now it was entirely painless. Chuckling, the blue ogre placed his massive hand over the entire jaw of the namekian, and with a single twist of his wrist, pushed it back into place with a pop. Helix yelped with surprise and then laughed giddily. "Wow then, that was easy!" He laughed at the sheer ridiculousness of the afterlife. "Things tend to work out for dead people," the ogre replied with a pat on Helix's back, "you raring to go then? You sure got a lot of shut eye." Helix sat up in the bed and surveyed the room in a single flick of his eyes. He was housed inside a small tent, with several other beds which were unoccupied. He assumed that this was a place for fighters to rest. There were no medical supplies, which supported his developing theory that injury was entirely illusionary in the afterlife (and perhaps in mortal life as well, but that was a different, more philosophical story.) "I'm ready as I'll ever be," Helix replied after a brief pause, "I don't have another battle right now do I?" Helix immediately clutched his forehead in stress, but the heavy hand of the ogre rested gently on his shoulder, placating him. "No, no. Don't worry about that. You'll have another fight in a couple of hours, when this round ends. Maybe even tomorrow." Helix breathed a sigh of relief, and thanked porunga under his breath before pushing the bed sheet off of him and standing up. Making eye contact with the stunned ogre, Helix abruptly realized that he was entirely naked and laughed far too loudly as ducked down, covering himself in the sheet. "Oh father…" He laughed lightly and wrapped the bed sheet around himself as a tunic. The real question was why he was undressed after the fight in the first place! Quickly, the namekian pulled another bed sheet out of thin air and tossed it in the air over the mattress, watching it cushion down lightly before thanking the ogre awkwardly and walking out of the tent with his new white tunic. He always loved unexpected changes in wardrobe! Armed with a new outfit and a relocated jaw, Helix began to pace the grounds below the stadium. As he gazed up at the arena, a low murmur of audience small talk permeated the air. There must've been no battle going on at the moment. If there was nobody fighting, and nobody to fight, Helix would just have to entertain himself in the way he was far more used to: pacing and thinking. Perhaps if he went on a little walk he would find someone worth talking to. Perhaps he would even run into a namekian, for the first time in his entire after life. Groups of conversation were sparsely scattered around the arena and in the field beside it, but helix wasn't particularly interested in talking to just any stranger. The young namek paced down the sparse cobblestone path and dug his toes into the heavenly grass. Although he had only left heaven for a day, he had to admit, he missed the aura of life already. But sacrifices always had to be made... So deep was Helix in his pondering that he would be completely oblivious to stimuli if it hit him in the face.
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Post by Lord Xylo on Dec 10, 2016 13:45:01 GMT
[Thread PL: 206,268 | Mazoku Wrath (x18P) Active! Current PL: 3,712,824!]
Xylo sat patiently in the grass, his eyes shut tight as he meditated. It wasn't something he did particularly often whilst alive, but something about the eternity and vastness of the Afterlife made him want to stop and reflect. It was strange how little he truly mattered to these otherworldly beings. Even if he succeeded in the end, these Kai's would barely bat an eye. His reign would last mere moments compared to their age. His ears twitched slightly, as the tell-tale crunch of foot on grass slowly closed in on him. He didn't even have to open his eyes to know who was about to disturb him. "Helix..."Soon enough, the absent-minded brat bumped into Xylo, knocking him onto his side. He groaned in annoyance, his eyes glaring up at his tattooed Dragon Clan brother. The Mazoku slowly stood up, wiping a few leaves of grass off his sleeves, before turning back to Helix. "It's you. How the hell did you make it here, anyways? I would have figured you'd be in Heaven meditating with a wrinkled prune."He turned to the arena. It seemed they were starting to set up for the next round. Xylo had won his match, so he'd be the first fighter in the next round. He was still surprised that he'd bested Zerori so easily. Did her power blind her judgement, or was she just that foolish all the time? Regardless of which was true, there was a chance she would make a poor ally. "You lost your match." Xylo said, side-eyeing his brother as he spoke. "I didn't expect much from the one you were facing. I still don't. You aren't much of a fighter, anyways."The Namekian folded his arms across his chest, leaning back on the stone wall behind him. He sighed as he watched the Ogre's slowly replace a large chunk of the arena with brand-new tiles. "I hope you'll be ready to return to the living world soon. I don't plan on staying much longer, so unless you can find some way to destroy the link between us, I have to bring you along." |
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Post by Helix Crust on Dec 10, 2016 15:09:08 GMT
Helix closed his eyes for a moment contemplating Porunga knows what when suddenly…
The namekian tripped over something, and before he could catch his balance he was on his side in the grass. Wasn't he a little old to still be this clumsy!
"Pardon me, I'm so-" Helix looked up to the person who grunted and then locked eyes with none other than his brother.
The namekian was filled with such excitement that to an untrained eye it might've even looked like he was about to hug his brother. His eyes widened with an acute relief. "Oh Porunga is it good to see you!" Helix was honestly so relieved to run into another namekian that he didn't even bother playing the aloof game with his brother.
Helix stood up alongside Xylo, immediately forgetting about his pacing. "If only," Helix replied half wistfully to his brothers remark. "I couldn't find a single namekian in heaven. It was as if I was the only one in the entire galaxy." Helix gestured to the ground, and if Xylo followed his lead he would sit down cross legged and begin to tell his story.
"There were so many strange types in Heaven who I never expected to meet, and although it was really quite interesting, and I do love earth culture, and…" Helix trailed off. "Well, I needed guidance from one of our people. I was beginning to feel less connected to Porunga and it was honestly really disheartening that I couldn't find a single soul who could speak Namekian." Helix put his hand on his forehead. He was overexplaining, so he would seem less foolish for his actions at the conclusion of his story.
"And I felt off balance too. There was no shadow in Heaven, just blinding light. Meditation felt empty because I couldn't find any duality. There's no harmony without…" Helix blinked off again, almost spontaneously meditating right then and there. "No harmony without discord."
Rubbing his temples, Helix's eyes pried away from his brother. "And so… I walked until I found the edge of heaven…" He breathed in, "…And I jumped down to hell. To find any namekian I could. To find you." He paused for the reaction of his brother, going silent for a moment.
Facing his palms downwards to the ground, Helix's fingers released a bright white flash, and after a brief whirr of magic, a small wooden table appeared with perfectly cylindrical cups of Ajisa tea, brewed for two. "I assume you like a darker brew?" Helix joked at his brother, before picking up his own cup with both hands and sipping it closely.
"Yes, I lost very badly. I tried my best with magic but there's only so much that can be done… I had an wonderful attendant once who tried very valiantly to teach me how to fight with a staff but…" Helix paused for a moment, contemplating Lusca's situation as of now. Was she still on earth, waiting for him?
"In any case, I can't put up a real fight with my body, and my magic isn't powerful enough yet to stop someone like that. Perhaps I'll have better luck in the next round. I assume you brutalized your opponent in a landslide?" Helix grinned as he sipped, mischievously prodding his brother.
Helix continued to quip back and forth with Xylo, genuinely enjoying the company of another namekian, and the company of his brother. Suddenly, Xylo's words turned sharp and Helix's pupils dilated. Both of the namekian's broad ears twitched at once as the cup slid through his fingertips and shattered on his lap, scalding him into a frenzy. Helix leapt into the air, sending the wet bed sheet flapping into the wind before tapping the ground below him. The ground instantly turned into a puddle sized 4 foot deep pond of cool water, which Helix submerged himself in with a sigh of relief.
"W-What was that you said!?" Helix lowered his voice intensely. "How on namek do you plan to do that!?"
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Post by Lord Xylo on Dec 11, 2016 9:25:36 GMT
The Mazoku eyed the magically materialized table curiously, before quickly sitting down cross-legged. He'd never been one for tea, but he supposed it never hurt to try new things. He was dead, after all. It wasn't like it could kill him. Xylo grabbed the cup, taking a small sip, before sighing in relief. It wasn't the best thing he'd tasted, but it wasn't about to make him keel over either.
Xylo listened to Helix's story, nodding occasionally to show he was listening. When Helix mentioned he had come to Hell specifically to meet with Xylo, the fin-headed brother laughed. "What a strange mystic you are. Tired of the serenity of Heaven in just a few months? I'd take you for a Mazoku if you weren't so light-headed."
Helix seemed incredibly surprised by the revelation that the afterlife could be escaped. He dropped his cup, exclaiming in pain in a comical manner. After Helix calmed down, Xylo explained. "I must admit I don't know the details myself, but I have a friend who's escaped Hell before. Apparently he knows of a rip in the dimensions. If we can breach it, we'll return to the living world... Apparently, anyways."
He turned his sights to the arena. They were nearly done with repairs now. Perhaps the next round would start sooner than he anticipated. Xylo cracked his neck to the side, taking another sip of his slowly cooling tea. "I'm not sure I entirely trust the word of that old bat, Alaistair. He's a demon well beyond any Namekian's years, but I think the age is getting to him. He has a tendency to... Get confused. I worry he may be my Achille's Heel, in the end."
He turned back to Helix, giving him a curious look. "This might sound strange, but... If you come to Namek when we return to life, I think I'll need your assistance. I intend to take Namek for my own; drive out the Saiyans who have decided to "protect" it. Once that happens, I'm sure our people will resist at first. As much as I hate to have them around, I'd prefer to keep even the peace-loving Dragon and Warrior Castes alive. They're still my people, despite how much they've wronged our father and I. I'll need someone like you to help keep chaos from thriving between the castes, and who better than my own foolish brother to help me?"
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Post by Helix Crust on Dec 11, 2016 20:02:47 GMT
Helix grinned at Xylo's lack of knowledge on heated-aqueous-herbal-solutions. At xylo's expression of mild apathy, Helix chimed in that it was an "aquired taste" and that perhaps they could share more if they continued to meet.
Helix shrugged at Xylo's analysis of the situation. Helix considered it sort of an embarrassing blunder to have left the safety of heaven for hell, but his brother apparently only saw it as quirk of his mysticism. Xylo must've been having a pretty good time in hell to not condemn another soul's willing descent. "Was it not you arguing that there is no inherent desire for chaos in the Mazoku psyche?" Helix quipped mischievously. "I'm as much Demon caste as you are Dragon," he sipped his tea for a moment, "…Which is to say, very much so." Helix enjoyed subscribing to the idea that the two of them were not so different.
While Xylo wove the details of the escape plan from Hell, Helix put his hand in his chin. "W-Wait…" He made a hushing motion towards his brother. "Shouldn't you be being a little bit more discreet about this?" The dragon caste was spellbound. He had apparently escaped death before, or so he was told, but his first death was filled with spiritual conversations with his father, nothing like this one. "If you return to the living world, I'm restored to life with you, aren't I?" Helix had no chance to ponder alternatives. If Xylo had his mind set on this, there was nothing the prophet could do to stop him. And if Xylo was returning to namek… That would mean Helix has to return as well, if only to stop him from destroying the balance of the planet.
"If you don't trust him, why do you follow him?" Helix said, climbing out of the water and sealing the hole. Unexpectedly, the prophet's eyes softened and looked to make contact with his brother's. "Xylo.. Whenever I sense your soul I feel there is a reckless darkness creeping at the edges of your consciousness…" He was waxing formal again in his speech, an old habit of dragon caste linguistics, "Don't let any allies of yours influence you past the point of balance. I understand that we are opposite on many matters, but… You must remain within the equilibrium. And if you yourself are doubting the reliability of your allies, perhaps you should stop meeting with him, and stay here… Or leave without him." His concern was genuine and tender; Helix knew it would be met with partisan harshness, but he felt the need to extend his hand to at least help. Helix had faith that although Xylo was hardened and goal oriented, his true evil acts couldn't possibly come from within him.
When the dragon caste perceived the implication of saiyan conquest, he immediately interjected. "How far in has the saiyan empire extended it's tendrils?" As much as Helix disagreed with Xylo, at least he was working towards a balance. The saiyan influence was entirely outside of the namekian equilibrium.
Helix's eyes took on a sharp tone, not of disgust, but of deep belief in his people. "I will not allow you to shut the rightful guru of namek out. You can not and should not take Namek for your own. The dragon caste must remain in oligarchy in order to maintain population balance, and a benevolent connection with Porunga. If you push this delicate balance too far…" Helix shook his head ever so slightly. "Porunga is all knowing and knows the proper calibration for the Namekian way of life. His priests must be in a position where the people will heed him." The prophet inhaled deeply and looked gently upon his brother, seemingly completely unaware of the insult he had hurled. "While I agree that the Mazoku caste has been beaten down and deserves more, there is no place for single caste conquest. Only dragon caste guidance."
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Post by Lord Xylo on Dec 13, 2016 11:12:36 GMT
As the duo talked, Helix eventually brought up the similarities of the Dragon Caste and Mazoku. Xylo chuckled, nodding slightly. "Perhaps you're right, Brother... Many of my people come from your own Caste, you know. Driven out by the elders for fear that they would try something drastic to gain power. In the end, it's the ineptitude of those Elders that draw so many of your brothers to the shadows. One of my children runs a CULT dedicated to me; at least a few of them had the look of a Dragon Mystic. Don't you think that might be an issue?"
Xylo's expression soured for a moment, as Helix's wonderment caused him to ask some silly questions. "We died together, we revive together. Fairly simple, no? I figured someone as spiritual as you would understand that much. I figured it out fairly quickly, at least." He took another drink of his tea, before continuing. "Don't worry about secrecy. Most of the Ogres working repairs right now are on Beelzebub's payroll. They won't squeal."
The Mazoku's ears twitched a bit, his head looking down to stare at the liquid in his cup. Why did he follow Alaistair? They allied with one another ages ago, but the only thing that the Devil had provided thus far was his own swift death on Namek, and cryptic plans for the future. Helix tried his best to sway Xylo's opinion of Alaistair, and while he agreed with his Brother, he wasn't ready to leave the Devil behind just yet. "I cannot abandon him. As strange as he may seem, he sacrificed his life to try and help me on Namek, as did Kizuki. Leaving him behind now would be an insult to what I fight for... Perhaps once I return to life I will consider it, but there's no way I can leave him for dead after how he tried to help."
Helix quickly changed the subject, turning to the topic of the Saiyans. The mere thought of Mayze or any other disgusting golden-haired pig leading his people was sickening. He spat at the ground, before speaking with disdain. "As of right now, the best I can tell is that they're only here to 'protect' the planet. No demands, no slavery... Not yet." Xylo paused, pointing a thumb at himself before he continued. "I traveled the galaxy for decades when I was exiled. I know what they're like. They take what they want, and keep it. I'm going to take it back before they get the chance, and I'll keep taking until they have nothing left of their own!"
The Dragon Prophet tried to explain to Xylo how wrong dethroning the Guru would be, but the Mazoku wouldn't have it. "The Dragon Caste know what's best, do they? It was the Dragon Caste who led our people to complacency, who led us to the DESTRUCTION of our homeworld! It was the Dragon Caste who let me destroy half of the Moori Capital, and let the SAIYAN EMPIRE LAZE ABOUT ON OUR PLANET LIKE THEY OWN THE PLACE!" Xylo's fist slammed through the table, his dark Ki Aura enveloping him as he took to a stand.
"If you think the Dragon Caste are worth anything more than the dirt I stand on, then you are DEAD wrong. The only thing Porunga and his band of cultists have done for us is attract the eyes of people viler than I."
He turned his back to the Dragon Prophet, popping the collar of his leather jacket dramatically. "If you can't see that Namek needs someone strong to keep it from becoming a relic of the past, then perhaps my judgement was misplaced." The Mazoku gave a half-hearted wave to Helix, before walking off.
Exit. Taking PL
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Post by Helix Crust on Dec 13, 2016 19:05:37 GMT
Helix's tender eyes stayed with Xylo as he detailed the cult, and chastised him for his rhetorical question about revival. The prophet was beyond the point of vulnerability to his brother's hostility.
A slightly smile passed Helix face as he watched his brother sip his tea. It wasn't much, but Helix was quite desperate for namekian tradition, and there was something satisfying about sharing a cup of tea with his brother. He enjoyed the sentiment that they were similar at heart… Xylo had been oppressed by the dragon caste, and Helix had been tortured by mazoku. The difference, he supposed, was that Helix was guided to forgiveness by Porunga. Xylo seemed to be guided to darkness.
"I should hope so," Helix replied, still whispering, as Xylo told him that the ogres were sworn to secrecy, "These are powerful beings brother, and we are insignificant to them. Don't you remember in line, the when King Yemma simply erased an insubordinate soul from existence?" Helix likely wasn't genuinely concerned about being erased from existence, but there was something inside of him that made him want to be a voice of caution for Xylo.
Helix nodded solemnly as Xylo swore loyalty to his comrade, at least until their journey together was complete. It was another thing the dragon caste respected about his brother, his intense loyalty and dedication. Perhaps it was time for Helix to stop being such a spineless academic and go after his goals.
"Offworld protection rarely comes without conditions… All namek has to offer is sight seeing and dragon balls… And I doubt saiyans are there for the ocean views." Helix joked dryly, his fist clench. Nai would never be so foolish as to expose the dragon balls to saiyans. Any respectable dragon clan elder worth his salt would know that the dragon balls must be kept deactivated at times of interplanetary conflict. "We agree on one thing then," Helix shifted from his meandering thoughts to a smile, "We will do whatever is in our power to restore the push and pull of namek's natural culture. The affairs of namek are no business of prying offworld eyes."
Helix heard out his brother, but began to laugh when he mentioned the dragon caste was responcible for not stopping Xylo from destroying mori capital. "Brother, don't undersell your own intelligence," he tried to change his tone to be less attacking towards his brother. "You know very well that it would be the job of the Warrior caste to stop your attack. And the implication that the dragon caste not stopping a mazoku assault somehow makes the mazoku caste more qualified is fallacy… You cannot blame another for not stopping a destruction and then claim that the perpetrator of destruction would be a better ruler."
Helix soon realized it would be useless to defend himself to his brother. He was hardened by the hatred that the dragon caste had admittedly allowed to fester in the mazoku people. Helix watched the wood table snap like a twig from his brother's rage, and gently picked up Xylo's spilled cup of tea, still sitting down.
He looked up at his brother, now shouting down towards him. "Brother, we agree that the Dragon balls are a dangerous tool, but–" He stood up now, empathetically advocating his case. "The dragon caste has restored the population of namek single handedly twice in our history, not to mention the three times which the entire planet was brought back from destruction by the benevolence of Porunga…" Helix's eyes swelled with emotion. "If you will not respect me, I understand. If you will not respect the dragon clan, I understand. But you must respect the achievements of dragon scholars and the benefits which the dragon balls have given our planet."
Helix choked, stopping his conversation. His brother was in a state of rage right now, dark ki emanating from his shoulders menacingly. There was no viable discourse in the face of tension like this.
Helix almost said something to his brother as he walked off about having respect for his own balance or asked for more details on the escape from hell, but he let him go. But why was he so busy preaching to his brother without learning anything in return. Perhaps Helix could learn a thing or two from him. He was driven, and went after his goals with a potent fighting spirit…
But a dragon caste could never act in that way.
Helix watched meekly as Xylo walked off in a dramatic exit. Before his brother would listen to him, he would have to listen to his brother.
A little bit of a short thread, but still good :0
PL with heavyweights please!
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Post by Pieter Wolfbane on Dec 14, 2016 2:02:51 GMT
Helix Crust: 6974 power level gained. 24923 > 31,897 Lord Xylo: 2600 power level gained. 211,291 > 213,891
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