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Post by Abzerute on Feb 16, 2017 21:08:47 GMT
The reaction that the Ogre's head exploding that was ellicited from the Namekian Prophet confused Abzerute for a moment, before he simply shrugged it off. Helix had of course been sent to Heaven first, so it made some sort of sense that he would be naive to the concept of death at such a level as it existed in the worlds. "Make it so." the twig-like Arcosian said as he made his way over towards Helix and prepared himself to be transported once more out of this location. He returned himself to his Suppressed Form for the time being, the sticks shrinking down to much more manageable state. The reduction in his detectable power level should also help distract any would be pursuers.
Once the dark skinned Namekian had managed to successfully teleport them away from the Ensenji Fruit Tree island, the wooden Arcosian would allow Helix to collect his breath. The strain of transporting two bodies... well, technically one body and one incomplete material form, would no doubt have exhausted the Namekian somewhat. But, there was a limit to how long Abzerute would be willing to wait for Helix to recover himself. "As soon as you are able, let's finish this process. I've got a purple imp to speak to before I try to find a way back to the living realm and take back my Empire." he stated.
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Post by Helix Crust on Feb 17, 2017 22:12:51 GMT
Helix rushed over to the arcosian with his full pile of twigs before initiating the teleportation process, transforming them both into a blur of energy before disappearing into thin air. And just in time!
As they disappeared, their tracks would be immediately filled by several smaller and less menacing ogres, frantically checking up on each fruit, appraising the damage to each one and scribbling down furious notes on the crime scene on clipboards. The small workers got to work repairing the trees, physically nailing each branch back on it's respective tree with tiny hammers, and sweeping up the massive red ogre's corpse with a broom and giant dustpan.
Once they realized that none of the fruit had been snagged, their frantic search would lessen slightly, and the trees would simply be equipped with two even burlier ogre guards.
Meanwhile, across Hell, Helix and the stick bound abzerute would reappear in a dark cave, somewhere in the Frypan mountains. The prophet formed a small light between his palms, an orb of white energy, before tossing it out onto the floor and causing it to bloom into a torch, a safe distance away from the arcosians flammable new body.
With that, the prophet fell to his knees and gently placed down the remaining sticks in front of the levitating, now no longer bulked out arcosian. "T-That was quite the ordeal, and I'm relatively certain we're fugitives from the oni now… But here the branches are. Hopefully these… Hopefully we gathered enough for you to construct a sufficient frame for your body." Helix paused and sighed deeply with exhaustion as he regained his strength. He was a relatively elderly namekian, after all. "If that works well enough, I can flesh out the rest of your body, transmogrify it into your true state, and seal your soul more permanently into it."
Helix caught his breath and would watch to see if the arcosian was able to assemble a substantial skeleton from the branches, wringing his knuckles anxiously. He gave a look around at the cave, admiring it's wide walls and proud, dome roof. It had become a favorite place of his to meditate, due to the spiritual properties of the water. Some had even said that these caves were capable of shifting in gravity. Whatever the truth was, Helix would likely be able to tap into the mystic properties of the nature around him in order to assist in his next task.
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Post by Abzerute on Feb 18, 2017 0:56:35 GMT
It appeared that Helix had transported the pair into some sort of cave. No doubt the Namekian Prophet's preferred hideout and lair here in Hell. Abzerute resumed constructing his skeletal frame from the stolen branches of wood, occasionally snapping them here and there in order to craft them into proper joints. Not much sense in forming the framework for his new body if it wasn't going to work properly now was there? He did chuckle though a little during this process as he listened to Helix's concerns. "We're residents of the Underworld Prophet. I think it's safe to assume that those of us who were naturally sent here were already fugitives and on the watch-lists of the Oni." he surmised before he gave his new stick figure form a quick run through.
He had the right number of fingers and toes, his tail was as flexible as it should be, and he'd even had enough wood left over for his crown of horns as well. The currently wooden Arcosian gave his fingers and toes a few experimental twinges and flexings before he was satisfied with his part of the task. He turned his head so that the Prophet could more easily tell that his gaze was on him now. "Are you sufficiently rested now Prophet? If so, then proceed." said Abzerute. He could wait no longer to have his body restored to him... the sooner he had his body back, then the sooner he could deal with that damned imp that caused him to be brought down here in the first place, and then afterwards find a way out of here and back to the Living Realm, assuming his contingency plan in Hiem-L had yet to be enacted...
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Post by Helix Crust on Feb 19, 2017 21:30:45 GMT
The prophet watched with joy as the sticks cracked and reassembled themselves into a functioning framework. When Abzerute noted that they were all already fugitives down here, Helix chuckled in response. "I guess next time, they will judge me more accurately!"
Helix shifted over and stood on his knees as he looked over the arcosian's new frame. Testing each joint, Abzerute seemed to have come to the same conclusion as Helix: everything was working properly. The prophet's eyes swept up and down the wooden frost demon with an air of self satisfaction.
Quickly, the dragon caste responded. "It seems like everything is in order… Having assembled the frame with the proper base… Then…" Helix paused for a moment, massaging his chin with his long slender fingers, before his stomach suddenly flipped. "Er…" Something was very off about this ritual. Helix had completely neglected to figure out an incredibly important part of the process. There had to be a binding agent!
The prophet struggled with this dilemma on his own for a few moments, simply humming anxiously to himself without making eye contact with his companion, before he decided to break the bad news. "It appears… We may have to return to square one," each word the prophet spoke was drenched in regret, as if he hoped that he would disprove himself simply by falling silent, "We're missing a crucial part of the puzzle."
Helix stood up and began to pace left and right feverishly, before pausing finally once more and turning back to the arcosian. "We need a binding agent. Some sort of… unit of magical energy that can permanently tie your soul to your form." Helix paused, trying to think of how to phrase the issue. "Without a substance like that, we can perfectly generate a body for you, but it would be entirely temporary."
Helix couldn't help but physically shrink with disappointment. Had he come all this way for nothing?
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Post by Abzerute on Feb 23, 2017 8:38:43 GMT
Abzerute's wooden eyeridges narrowed. It seemed that there was a problem with this little ritual of the Namekian Prophets. He'd apparently forgotten that there was another component to this ritual of his, a sort of binding agent was required. The soon to be restored Arcosian gave an amused snort before twisting his wooden wrist around in a sort of magician's like gesture. As he finished the motion, a glob of some sort of ethereal substance began to take form just above his open hand. "Would this Shoki stuff be sufficient for this binding agent you require?" inquired Abzerute.
"Whilst you were discovering sticks, I was conducting my own research into how others in this realm had obtained their own physical forms." he explained as he tossed over the glob of ethereal energy towards the dark skinned Namekian Prophet. "It turns out, that this substance is naturally accrued over the course of your existence in this realm and can be converted into crafting a body." said Abzerute.
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Post by Helix Crust on Mar 15, 2017 19:53:34 GMT
The revelation of shoki hit Helix like a landslide. "O-Oh— Duh!" The prophet's eyes opened wide as he smacked himself on the forehead for his stupidity. "Of course, shoki is the perfect glue to stabilize your new state!" Helix chided himself for his stupidity before his thoughts were interrupted by the beginning of a speech from the arcosian emperor. It seemed the wooden creature had embarked on a tirade of superiority, even though he was the one sitting there made of sticks and even able to physically interact with the world thanks to Helix. But the prophet wasn't one to hold anything against anyone. The idea of raw shoki creating a body seemed strange to Helix, as his own body was formed by fusion with his fission "sister" Xirula. The combination of their souls manifested in a new form for Helix. But either way, it didn't quite matter, as now the prophet had everything he needed. "Yes, that will work splendidly," Helix grinned. "If you will, I'm going to begin the process."Now the prophet's brow furrowed, and he helped the wooden emperor down on to his back. After glancing over the arocsians state, the prophet began brushing his hands over the body, seemingly creating a strange gel of shoki over the body out of thin air. With a slow white glow, the prophet worked across his patient's torso, and then over his legs and arms, and finally caressing the wooden horns that had been constructed atop his head. "You've got just enough," the prophet commented with a smile. "This should go off wonderfully." Helix hoped he didn't jinx it. Once Abzerute's wooden form had been covered completely in a thin film of his shoki, Helix snapped his fingers, causing the slimy liquid to burst into a bright white glow. The entire silhouette of the creature had now been consumed in a bright light. With a single tap on his forehead, Helix caused a brilliant emerald gem to sprout on the arcosian's skull. He moved across his body, activating his torso, arms, and legs. With the gems complete, Helix couldn't help but notice that they contained a glimpse of his own magical power inside of them. If the Arcosian were able to tap into them, he would find himself able to channel some of Helix's own latent energy. And Helix's own tether to his energy would make him able to telepathically contact or sense Abzerute from anywhere across the Galaxy. "Now just breathe. I'm just about to bring in the organics…" Helix chewed on his lower lip anxiously for a second before placing his hands out over the glowing white silhouette. "Shavanatu lonaco tonska rablidobro…" Helix began chanting, waving his hands over Abzerute's wooden form and watching the energy ebb and flow across his body. "Piccolo antiu vishanu ranska dobo poporungo!" With a final shout, Helix completed the chant and pushed both palms down onto the arcosian's pecs. In that moment, his flesh would suddenly burst into life. The hard interior wood caved first, rotting and then blossoming into the arcosian's internal organs, while the rest of his body followed suit, sprouting layer after layer of flesh. The remaining shoki swirled inside his crevices, forming veins and blood. The holes where the arcosian's eyes should've been were squeezed shut by a layer of eyelid before opening to reveal fresh eyes.
His pearly white skin formed first, and then, as if reacting with the air of Hell and oxidizing, the flesh turned a golden brown. The prophet grunted, pumping all of his magical energy into sealing the state, and the wooden bones of the body changed entirely, becoming exact replicas of their states beforehand, perhaps even more sturdy. "Ngh… Gah!" Helix pushed down finally once more on the arcosians chest and stepped back, sighing with satisfaction and relief at the completion of the ritual. "P-Perfect…!" Helix allowed himself a satisfied grin as he looked down across the body he had formed. The last shroud of light was just beginning to disperse, and he began to survey his work. "T-That took a lot out of me," the prophet confessed, although he was simply stating the obvious, "How do you feel?" |
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Post by Abzerute on Mar 21, 2017 17:53:00 GMT
Abzerute lay perfectly still, not wishing to disturb whatever magic the Namekian Prophet was going to enact. The first sensation was his biogems, which felt... off. Well, perhaps off was the wrong word for this particular sensation, but they did feel different somehow on a fundamental level than he recalled from his experience in the living realm. But that sensation was soon replaced though as the dark skinned Namekian began to restore the rest of his body, the shoki ebbing and flowing through the wood they had collected earlier.
At the very first instant of his flesh coming into being, the soon to be restored Arcosian let out a silent scream that soon became reality as his vocal chords were restored as well. The sensation of feeling the air through his exposed organs and tissue was an immense feeling of pain that he doubted any could be silent after experiencing. His musculature was swiftly covered though by his flesh, his bio-armour soon reforming as well to cover his flesh.
As Helix finished the ritual, Abzerute slowly forced himself to stand on his new two feet. He began to experiment with his new body, testing each finger, his new arms and tail. "How do I feel?" the bronze Arcosian repeated the dark Namekian's question. He flexed his fingers once more before forming fists and then opening his hands once more. He looked over towards Helix and smirked. "I feel." said Abzerute, rather profoundly, before he looked over into the distance towards where he'd first encountered a certain purple imp.
"Now that I've got my body, I've got a little matter to deal with before I can figure out how to escape this realm." he mused, looking back towards Helix. "My gratitude for crafting me this new flesh. I hope we won't have to relive this experience any time soon." he said before he knelt briefly, soon taking off through the skies of Hell like a cannon being fired. He had to find Beelzebub, and once he'd found that damned Imp that had caused him to come down here in the first place, get the obnoxious bastard to reveal what dark secrets he was promising to reveal to him. The sooner the better, he had an Empire to return to, hopefully before Retsu damaged it or destroyed it.
Body Restored!
Attempting to exit thread, will take Shoki for this thread :3
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Post by Helix Crust on Mar 21, 2017 18:25:18 GMT
Helix's eyes glimmered with pride and joy as he looked at the now standing arcosian emperor. He was… Everything the prophet imagined, and more! But for some reason, his skin was a golden brown instead of the typical white… The prophet couldn't help but feel the energy of his own magic emanating from the appropriately emerald colored orbs, and although the lizard emperor's face betrayed no expression, Helix was overjoyed at his opportunity perform such a feat of kindness for a stranger.
"T-That's good!" Helix commented happily, quickly examining around the arcosian, giving him a few pokes here and there to test his body. "It seems like… Everything is perfect! Really, it's a testament to the power of your soul to be able to bond so well with shoki, even considering the p-prestigious material you're made of…"
Before Helix was even able to fully catch his breath, the potent arcosian was smirking with newfound power. "W-Well, try to take it easy for the first couple—" Helix began to advise the arcosian, but it seemed even the patient scientist had had enough of this namekian's blabbering! He declared that he would immediately set out on a new quest. "Aren't you going to stay around? I have a few things I could—"
As the prophet rambled off again he was stopped by the statement of gratitude from the arcosian, and grinned happily. "Of course, it is my pleasure! There's nothing more dear to me than altruism for strangers in need!"
Just as Helix got ready to launch into further discussion, the lizard emperor knelt and then rocketed off into the crimson skies of Hell, sending Helix stumbling backwards with a fright and landing him promptly on his rear end.
"H-Hey!" Helix shouted at the empty sky, pinching the bridge of his nose, "B-Be careful!"
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Post by Vennel on Mar 21, 2017 23:34:08 GMT
Helix Crust WC: 5,129 Gains PL: 11,592 Old : 133,409 New : 145,001 Abzerute WC: 2,786 Gains Shoki: 3,552 (1,776 PL) Old : 1,395 (121,279 PL) New : 4,947 (123,055 PL)
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