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Post by Helix Crust on Dec 20, 2016 0:08:29 GMT
[HW] The blood pool of Hell was a festering mess of groaning disgruntled souls, but it was a hub nonetheless, and so it had to be respected at the very least as a place of gathering. And that is exactly the purpose Helix used it for. He had once met a very important ally of Xylo here, and he intended to meet many more interesting souls that would quell his desire for thrilling interaction. It was for this reason that Helix sat cross legged on a rock some twenty yards away from the pool, observing the occurrences with the disposition of a idle minded child watching a television show. His ears twitched as he tuned from one conversation to another as if changing the frequency of a radio. "Well why didn't you watch your back then!" A muscular brenchian grunted, pushing back a scrawnier Kabochan. "You were on the rear. You know damn well it was your job to make sure nobody else came through, and you fucked it up." Just before the two aliens smashed fists, Helix switched to a different conversation. "And then I chopped her up into little bits," a grinning human woman detailed to a short man of a species which Helix couldn't identify. "Oooh, and how did she taste?" he hissed in reply. Disgusted, the prophet shifted his auditory focus once more. "So now my whole family is up there and I'm…" a heartbroken zoanthrope confessed, "I'm down here." A brutal looking arcosian gently wrapped his arm around the slumping two legged dog. "It will be alright… Come on then… I'm sure there are friends to be made down here…" The dragon caste zoned out, his hearing blurring into the far more inspecific clamor of shouts and groans. There were some genuinely kind people down here who ended up in the wrong place by a single fatal fault. But there were far more truly abhorrent individuals, as Helix could easily discern by listening in to any given conversation between shady looking characters. Birds were startled from a nearby tree by one thing or another. Helix watched the hellish red eyed doves spiral into the air before descending on a poor passerby, whom was certainly not expecting such a disturbance on his formerly quiet walk. Helix stood up from his resting place and put his hands on his hips, dissatisfied with just sitting around for so long. He had come to hell for a reason, he might as well make some good of it, even if he couldn't find any namekians so far. He had already learned some powerful magic from the crevices of the dark landscape, but he had had no chance to use it thus far. Somewhere inside the namekian's soul, something was bubbling. He would meet someone important soon. Abzerute |
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Post by Abzerute on Dec 20, 2016 14:58:06 GMT
PL: 115,079
The formerly bronze Arcosian sighed as he had finally managed to give the gaggle of souls the slip... he had not expected to meet any entities that knew him so soon, relatively speaking that was. He was still unsure how time seemed to work in this realm of the dead... he had yet in fact to see the light dim or brighten to indicate any sort of day or night cycles. But it seemed that even though he was deceased, pushing his current cloud-like form as hard as he had had apparently tired him out... somehow. Honestly the rules of this reality were twisted and confusing to say the least.
He had no body and yet he could still become exhausted, there was no day or night that he could perceive... and on top of all that, he still had to get to this mountain with the supposed witch living on it who was supposedly going to give him a new body, all so he could undertake this supposed training with the purple imp who had dragged him down here in the first place.
He saw below him a massive red pool which seemed to have some of the other souls that were trapped down here congregated, including a sorry looking sod who was currently being assaulted by some sort of small demonic avians. Abzerute rolled his cloudy eyes, shaking his head and sighing. "Of course the birds are demons as well down here..." he muttered to himself as he began to make his descent.
He made his way away from the throng though, just in case any of the residents down there were able to recognise him as well. Last thing he wanted right now was to bump into a bunch of angry Saiyans who would recognise the one who had killed them... especially if they had managed to acquire their own bodies already and he was still stuck in this defenseless cloud form.
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Post by Helix Crust on Dec 20, 2016 16:07:10 GMT
The namekian sighed slightly with boredom. He had figured by now that somebody would've come to talk to him, or he would've found a more interesting conversation to listen in to.
Sitting back down and putting his chin in his hands, the Namekian was about to start brewing some tea when he saw something slightly out of the ordinary.
Helix stood up once more and narrowed his eyes at the puffy cloud descending from farther up the mountain. Usually, in Helix's observations, bodiless souls like those aimlessly wandered the infinite planes of Hell by themselves…
But this one had ventured to the blood pond, and seemed to be poofing around aimlessly, looking for some sort of companionship or guidance. This was just what the mystic had in mind!
Helix smiled slightly as he paced over towards the the cloud, who was levitating just nearby the congregation of bodied hell dwellers. Blinking into a blip of green light, Helix suddenly would appear in front of the soul. "Well Hello there," He would begin abruptly, unaware of how startling his entrance could be. "Are you looking for something?"
Helix flashed a sharp toothed grin at the soul and scratched the back of his head. Hopefully he wouldn't regret talking to this fellow.
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Post by Abzerute on Dec 21, 2016 14:53:41 GMT
The sudden appearance of a Namekian via a flash of green light caused the formerly bronze Arcosian to jump backwards... or as close to jumping as he could with this damned cloud for a "body". He tried to take a defensive stance, wishing he had figured out how to sense energy down here since death had apparently not brought his Scouter with him... not that he figured he could actually wear the device in this state of his. However, this Namekian before him didn't seem to be of the same ilk as that marauding one he'd met back on Namek some time ago... So what was he doing down here then?
"Just a place to rest for a moment. Trying to fly down here in this... form is a little trickier than I had anticipated." Abzerute informed the inquisitive Namekian child person. This Namekian definitely seemed out of place for this realm of Hell... but then again, looks can be deceiving. His innocent enough features and demeanour could in fact belie a more devious and twisted personality. "So... what brings you down here then Mr...?" he inquired, leaving a gap as an invitation for this person to introduce themselves.
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Post by Helix Crust on Dec 22, 2016 19:01:52 GMT
Helix flinched apologetically at the fright he'd given his the wispy puffball, who leapt backwards in surprise. The dragon caste remembered when he was in that state… His body was restored by his fusion with Xirula, the overflowing magical energy allowing him to craft a new physical state. How non namekians gained their bodies back was a constant mystery to Helix.
Scratching his chin, Helix briefly contemplated wether or not he possessed powerful enough magic to shape a body for a soul like the one puffing before him.
"Yes, I remember that state of wandering…" Helix tried to relate to the puff-ball. "I was only a bodiless soul for a brief period… Fusion with one of my splinters catalyzed the recreation of this body." Now that the prophet was talking about it, he became more intrigued with the new body he had become used to. Stretching out his fingers and staring at his palms, Helix remembered his old body, and how much darker his skin was.
Helix glanced back up at the arcosian as he spoke. "Helix," he filled in the blank that the conversation left, "I'm Helix Crust, a prophet from planet Namek." His voice was a tribal but friendly melody. "I'm down here from Heaven by my own free will… Believe it or not, there aren't a lot of Namekians to be found up there," sighed the mystic. "And," he added, for some reason slightly letting down his regular wariness, "I have family down here."
The prophet gestured for the spirit to walk and talk with him, wanting to guide the conversation away from the mob. He had a certain charisma about him that made for a good leader. Helix wondered what he had been in life. "What brings you down here?" Helix paused mid step and scratched his chin, before apologetically asking, "And what did you say your name was again?"
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Post by Abzerute on Dec 23, 2016 12:19:31 GMT
Fusion? Now this was something he hadn't known about Namekians before... so, Namekians could apparently split themselves up in a more profound way than the multiplication technique he'd heard about, and then reform themselves into a singular entity as well. It seemed that the one he was talking to had done it several times as well... now this was an interesting ability indeed. He wondered now though... what would happen to the originals if one of these splinters were to perish? It was a curious experiment he would have to investigate later when he was restored.
"Family? More of these... splinters of yourself I take it?" Abzerute inquired of Helix when he gave his reason for coming down here into Hell of his own volition. He decided to follow this self-proclaimed prophet away from the mob. He would wait till they were out of ear-shot from the mob before he would answer the Namekian's questions. "I was brought down here by a purple imp claiming to be royalty down here. Some Prince Beelzebub or other." he said with a cloudy shrug of his shoulders.
"Given his demeanour I'd have to say he comes across as more of a spoiled brat than any royalty... although one does not necessarily predicate the other." the formerly bronze Arcosian said with another shrug of his non-existant shoulders. "As for who I am, I am Abzerute and until recently I was the Emperor of the Arcosian Empire that I had reforged after it had splintered into civil war, following Queen Wyntre's demise at the hands of Zucceta." he said, introducing himself properly to the Namekian Prophet.
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Post by Helix Crust on Jan 5, 2017 0:49:17 GMT
Helix walked alongside his new aquantince, visibly enjoying the encounter. Step by step, the intrigued dragon caste would watch the hovering soul closely for any expression.
"Well, some of them," Helix replied to the soul's question, scratching the back of his head. "I have a brother around somewhere. He's certainly earned his spot here more than I have." As they paced away from the mob of sweaty souls, the puffball continued on, stating he was recruited by an imp named Beezlebub. Helix scratched his chin at the information, feeling like he had heard the name before somewhere, but couldn't quite place where.
The namekian nodded as the soul followed by his side, shrugging and laughing slightly at his declaration of Beezlebub's brattish attitude. "I'd expect no less from the royalty of Hell itself!" Helix paused in step and turned to face the puffball. It would appear that he wanted to say something, but he would wait until the current line of conversation resolved itself, and he got more information about the soul.
When the little puffball introduced itself as the emperor of the Arcosian Empire, Helix's balance was thrown completely off with shock. Falling flat on his rear end and bracing his fall with arms on either side of his body, Helix was now at now at eye level with the soul. The namekian gasped with reverence. "N-No way!" Sure, Helix was gullible, but something told him that this little orb of smoke wasn't lying. That, or he really was just incredibly impressionable.
"The Arcosian Empire..?" Helix remained sitting down and was briefly lost in thought. They had always been good to the namekians. Something in the far past that he had read in a history book gave the prophet the distinct impression that the arcosian empire and namek had once been allies. "And what happened to you?" Taken aback, Helix's eyes widened, "Are you really that old?" Helix wasn't quite sure when arcosians usually passed away, but he was almost positive it was quite an old age!
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Post by Abzerute on Jan 8, 2017 4:24:57 GMT
Well that was certainly a new one on Abzerute, the whole falling flat on his arse reaction that the Namekian gave when he'd introduced his former title. It made him chuckle a little. "I was indeed... and as for what happened, a bloody little upstart named Retsu, that I could crush without having to remove my weighted armour, had hired some female named Noxa, who then obliterated me with a power level exceeding eight million." he said, scowling and frowning at the same time somehow, as he retold his demise. The formerly bronze Arcosian raised a puffy eyebrow at the question concerning his age.
"Old? I hadn't even hit thirty yet. Age has nothing to do with an Arcosian's ability to take command. Although there are some who clearly thought otherwise..." he mused before bitterly chuckling. "I hope I can at least figure out how to haunt that bastard soon enough... he was so gun-ho about trying to start a war with the SSE in retribution for Arcose's destruction, despite the SSE having an army of Super Saiyans, and I was the strongest one there." Abzerute declared. "I will enjoy watching him squirm as the sword spins above his head as he sits on his stolen throne, the Empire I had reforged crumbling around him."
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Post by Helix Crust on Jan 9, 2017 3:29:38 GMT
Helix climbed back to his feet, embarrassed at his overreaction to the Emperor's introduction. It seemed that not only was this the former ruler of arcosian-kind, but he had an axe to grind with another of his species. "Retsu huh?" pondered the namekian for a moment, "That doesn't sound like any arcosian i've ever heard of… Is he really of your race?"
Helix put his chin in his hand and continued. "Then again, all I really know of your kind comes from history books." Helix made a small hum of ponderance as the Emperor continued, scowling at his recountance of his downfall. "Eight million… Porunga… A power level of eight million and I haven't heard a lick of her on earth nor namek…"
Helix looked down at the soul and put his hands on his hips. "It doesn't look like you're anywhere near eight million, huh?" Helix said with a little chuckle, sensing the soul energy of the puffball. "Well, neither am I, but I'm headed back to namek soon enough to bring about a whole revolution!"
Helix continued down the pathway away from the blood pond, astounded at the arcosian's accomplishments in his comparatively young age. Namekians aged quite slowly, to be sure, but for a creature that could live for centuries, thirty was quite youthful! Helix wasn't exactly excited at the spite in the former lord's voice, but there was something enticing about his story. "You don't think he can manage the empire? Last I heard… Something had gone wrong with it, I can't recall what…"
Helix put his hand on his chin. "Well… My curiosity has reached it's peak here, and… i've got a proposition for you." Helix scratched his chin tentatively. There was nothing objectively wrong with this arcosian's policies, and honestly, it seemed he was more peaceful than his currently empowered successor, from what he had told Helix. Although Helix didn't like outside entities interfering with namekian politics… Who said the prophet couldn't have a tiny little hand in arcosian affairs?
In truth, there was a mystic ability which Helix had been desperately itching to try out for quite some time. It may have been a slightly self motivated goal, and the prophet wasn't exactly thinking about the future repercussions, but Porunga, he was already dead, how much could possibly go wrong now? Helix's eyes flashed at the soul shiftily as a slight smile danced across his lips. "I may be able to provide you with the first step to your 'haunting.'"
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Post by Abzerute on Jan 10, 2017 15:54:13 GMT
Abzerute nodded when the dark skinned Namekian inquired about Retsu being an Arcosian. "Aye, he is. I had seen his record in the Arcosian Empire's military database." the formerly bronze Arcosian confirmed, scowling a little at the Namekian's assessment of his capabilities.
Whilst it was true that he was nowhere near to that damned Noxa woman's power level, it still stung to consider that despite all the training he'd put himself through he was nowhere near capable of taking on a threat to his Empire that dwarfed him. It was something that he would have to rectify with this realm's dark powers... if that bloody purple imp was to even be trusted in keeping his word that is.
The formerly bronze Arcosian gave an amused snort though when Helix mentioned the last he'd heard about the Empire. "That would possibly be before I reforged it." he said. "After Wyntre fell and Arcose was destroyed by the Solar Saiyan Empire and their Tree Of Might, the Arcosian Empire fell apart into a civil war, each system carving itself out a little fiefdom of its own... And so, I went from world to world, subjugating and putting them back into their places, reforging the Arcosian Empire." explained Abzerute, giving a brief version of the events that Helix had probably missed out on during his time here in the Afterlife, both Heaven and Hell.
He raised a puffy cloudy eyebrow though when this Prophet said he had a proposition for him, that may be able to provide him with the first step for his little haunting trip. "And what might that be?" inquired the formerly bronze Arcosian.
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Post by Helix Crust on Jan 11, 2017 1:36:30 GMT
Helix watched intently as the arcosian grappled with the fact that he clearly was not powerful enough to match up to this Noxa woman, whoever she was. As Helix inquired as to the state of the arcosian empire, guessing haphazardly from his limited knowledge, the supposed former emperor laughed.
Quickly informing Helix of his achievements, the namekian pretend to be quite impressed, but none of the talk meant much to him. The saiyan solar empire he knew of, but this tree of might business was having little effect on the namek's blank stare.
Helix put his hand in his chin as the puffball continued blathering on about his achievements. It was just so hard for the namekian to put himself in the shoes of any politics outside of namek. Perhaps that was a weakness of his, his single-mindedness. At the very least, the dragon caste got the clue that this was a lord of high importance with great leadership skill.
"So is it going to fall again then?" inquired Helix, interested in his companion's opinion on the state of the world without him, "If this Restu wages war with the Saiyan Solar Empire, could he win?" It seemed that both the namekian and his new arcosian companion had been torn from important tasks with their native people in the realm of the living. The world would keep spinning without them, but what leaders would rise to fill their places?
However, Helix's question on the Saiyan Solar Empire went deeper than understanding the story of the arcosian, or even understanding the Arcosian Empire. Helix had been told for a fact by King Kai himself that saiyans had occupied namek, likely of the empire. The strength and tenacity of the modern saiyan force was of direct concern to the prophet.
As Helix continued to converse with the arcosian puffball, he bit his lower lip. Would he really be a good candidate for such an experiment? Even if Helix's magic had the power to do so, was it right to change the course of history like this?
Eventually, the namekian looked deep into the soul of the puffball, hoping to dissect the hints of evil from the wisps of good. This was not a man of black and white. But perhaps, with his influence, the arcosian could be turned towards the side of the path closer to total justice.
"Well, first things first," sighed Helix. "I am a scholar of the dragon clan on planet namek. We are noted for our magical ability and ability to perform miracles, heal any wound, and create …magical artifacts, of great power." Helix glanced away for a moment in sudden, urgent thought. Nai certainly wouldn't have made the dragon balls with a bunch of saiyans running about the planet, would he? No, he couldn't be that stupid… And besides, he was far too old. The ancient namekian had probably passed by now, but unfortunately for Helix, he was firmly grounded in Hell, and entirely unable to check on the status of the revered elder.
"The nature of my clan can give me a certain level of mystic insight," continued Helix finally, carefully choosing his words, "Insight which could likely be used to your advantage, especially in this realm…" The namekian paused, still unsure of his course of action, "…If given time."
Helix was characteristically unable to commit to one decision or another. Although his fusion with Xirula in the check in station provided him with a new body and a sharper knack for conversation, he was still the bumbling old man philosopher he had always been. Helix's shifting glances eventually turned back to the puffball, looking to see how he would respond.
The more the namekian's own proposition lingered in the air, the greater the appeal grew to him. Having allies in the Arocisan Empire would be invaluable, and if this truly was the former emperor… It would make the removal of the saiyans much easier. Although Helix sternly disapproved of any outside interference in intra-namekian politics, he was very interested in the idea of having allies who could help preserve namek's sovereignty.
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Post by Abzerute on Jan 11, 2017 14:51:30 GMT
Abzerute sighed and shook his head as the information about the Tree Of Might drew nothing but a blank stare from the Prophet. "The Tree Of Might is a magical botanical parasitic organism." he began to explain. "When its seed is planted on a world, it will quickly grow, draining all of the life energy from that world in order to provide its growth. It bears fruit after reaching its full maturity, and any who eat this fruit can significantly increase their power." the formerly bronze Arcosian explained, wondering how in the universe this Prophet was so lacking in information despite having been in both Afterlives... surely he can't have failed to have heard of anything that was going on in the realm of the living?
He gave a snort though at the question about Retsu being able to win against the Solar Saiyan Empire. "I was stronger than Retsu in life, and even I wouldn't consider trying to take on an army of Super Saiyans. At best I'd have been able to take on one of them... Retsu on the other hand will have to rely on that monster of his, assuming she doesn't just wander off. Attention span of a child, with the temper to boot from what I witnessed." he said, folding his puffy arms across his cloudy chest as he spoke. He smirked though when the Namekian danced around the subject of the Dragon Balls.
"I already know about those particular artifacts. I had intended to use them myself to restore Arcose, but they hadn't been activated yet when I last heard from Namek, and by that point the situation was rendered moot... no doubt due to Earth's versions." he said, with a wave of his hand. He wondered how the Namekian would react to that little bit of information...
However, Abzerute felt he was getting the gist of what this Dragon Clan Namekian was trying to offer him, whilst at the same time being very vague about it. Was it possible he was having second thoughts about his offer? It was plausible. After all, the Namekians he had met on Namek were a little on the xenophobic side of things, and if this Helix was a part of others who were down here... Abzerute's mind wandered back to when he'd encountered that Namekian by the name of Xylo back on Namek. There was a faint resemblance between the pair of them.
If there was ever a Namekian deserving of the realm of the damned, it would have to be that one. The formerly bronze Arcosian puffball tilted his head slightly before he spoke. "Are you suggesting that you could restore my body in this realm?" he inquired. If this was indeed the offer being made, then he had to consider what the Namekian would want in return for this service... well, a Namekian of the Dragon Clan had to be easier to deal with than some random witch in a distant mountain that had come by recommendation from a purple imp. "What would you want in return?"
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Post by Helix Crust on Jan 12, 2017 19:52:58 GMT
Helix suddenly became engaged when the small soul began explaining the tree of might. The dragon caste was intrigued at the idea of a magical tree of that power… It seemed almost poetic, as if nature was taking back it's territory. But it's potential for misuse was massive… The namekian actually briefly pondered how Tree of Might tea would taste, and compulsively summoned a teapot from thin air.
"Would you care for a cup?" asked the namekian with a smile, using his spare hand to create a flash of white light, forming into a short wooden table which Helix sat down at, and gestured for the soul to join him. "I suppose the greater question is," Helix chuckled, putting down the teapot, "Can you even drink in that state?
Helix nodded his head solemnly as the soul informed him that he would have no possibility of taking on the saiyan solar empire, and neither would the successive arcosian emperor. However, with the power of the "monster," which Helix inferred to be the eight million strong woman, he would seemingly fare better. Helix put his chin in his hand as the emperor informed him of the aforementioned monster's childishness, and hummed softly in thought.
While Helix casually tried not to mention the dragon balls, he was taken aback to discover that the arcosian not only already knew about the sacred artifacts, but had intended to use them on his own. Helix's eyes suddenly turned cold. "You shall never touch those artifacts. Not even the hands of namekians should cradle those balls expect in a situation of utmost urgency and dire need." Helix had no tolerance for besmearment of the dragon balls, nor the use of his father's name in vain.
But what intrigued the prophet, quickly making him forget about his turn of stern attitude was the mention of the earth's dragon balls. What had happened with the earth's dragon balls? Last Helix knew, they were used to restore planet namek, nothing less nothing more. Had they been used again, for more personal gain? Why had they revived arcose? Helix clenched his teeth and furrowed his brow, thinking of Bing Gan. He hoped dearly that the guardian had been wise in his actions.
As discussion continued towards Helix's shaky proposition, the prophet was surprised to find that the soul already had a good idea of Helix's idea, before he mentioned anything.
How had he known about the restorative magic, and how had he known that was what Helix was going to offer? The namekian was visibly shocked before immediately playing off his surprise casually. "P-Perhaps…" Scoffed the namekian, embarrassed. "It could be a possibility, if I given time…" The namekian was in too deep to back out now. But the dragon caste would be surprised even further when the former arcosian brought up the possibility of remuneration. Helix didn't know what he wanted from the emperor at all… What did he want from anyone?
"I suppose," Helix began, looking down at the unpoured teapot, now getting slightly cold, "I'd like your assistance in securing the safety of Namek."
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Post by Abzerute on Jan 13, 2017 14:06:37 GMT
When the dark skinned Namekian offered him a cup of tea, the cloudlike form of the bronze Arcosian raised a puffy eyebrow at the suggestion before gesturing to himself. "I don't think I'm in any state to have any tea. No thank you." Abzerute declined. However, when this Helix's tone turned cold and dark in regards to the Dragon Balls, the former Emperor couldn't help but smirk at the words he spoke, and what they implied about his character as well as motivations. Helix clearly saw himself as some sort of religious paragon, what with a title such as Prophet, how he'd been in Heaven but willingly stepped down into Hell, and of course his defensive nature regarding the wish granting spheres, even towards his own kind.
Of course the fact that Helix was now on the backfoot didn't hurt Abzerute in the slightest. Knowledge was power, and Abzerute may not be as powerful in body as Zucceta or anyone else of that stature, but he most certainly was powerful in his mind... this little interaction with the Namekian only proved how valuable information was, as well as how best to apply it with this particular character. But, Abzerute was surprised by Helix's own surprise regarding the Arcosian's query about what the Namekian desired in return for this new body.
It seemed that his analysis of the dark skinned Namekian was spot on... he believed he was a moral paragon, and had been willing to offer Abzerute a fresh newly restored body for nothing in return. An act of good will down in the pits of Hell. A naive little fool... Abzerute would make good use of this little Namekian once he had been restored.
First of all though, he had to get his own body and of course study how the Namekian sought to perform this feat. "Very well then, I will see what I can do about Namek's safety once I've retaken my throne in the realm of the living." he said with a bow of his head towards the Prophet. "So... how would you go about restoring me to a proper body?" the formerly bronze Arcosian inquired, curious as to how the Namekian proposed to pull this off. He knew that Namekians could regenerate their own bodies with their abilities... he wondered if the same effect was able to be applied even here in the realms of the dead.
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Post by Helix Crust on Jan 14, 2017 17:24:55 GMT
As the puffball spoke respectfully and with intelligence, Helix was furthered assured in his decision to trust the former Emperor, for now. The namekian nodded gently at the soul's promise to fulfill the safety of namek. However, Helix had to make sure that the arcosian didn't think he was too welcome on the planet. Namek's isolationist culture didn't come about by accident.
Soon, the curious emperor inquired how he would go about restoring a body. It was at this point when Helix shifted the conversation to the psychic plane, his forehead scar lighting up slightly with white energy as he formed a link between his consciousness and Abzerute's. The dragon caste lifted up the cold teapot and dropped it on the ground beside him, watching it shatter. With a wave of his hand, the lukewarm liquid and shards of porcelain burst into flowering vines, and formed a small patch of Assija next to the two.
"The same way I have restored the state of the tea into the flower, It could be possible to mend your original form as well," Helix mentally projected, his eyes gazing at the soul across from him gently, "By materializing an entirely new body."
Letting that sink in, the prophet picked a flower from the newly formed bush and tenderly twirled it's stem between his fingers. He wasn't sure he was making the right decision here, but something inside him was compelling him forwards, an essence which he had just begun to grasp ahold of. It was the real reason he had come down to Hell; Helix wished desperately to walk alongside the damned and learn their stories, and follow them on the path to empathy. And this Abzerute appeared to have more good inside him than evil.
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