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Post by Helix Crust on Feb 15, 2017 19:27:25 GMT
Helix stood alone on the lookout, having gotten all that he needed from the wide blue planet that he spent the past twenty years of his life on. He had grown so much in his time here, from a wayward prophet into a full fledged mystic. From the vantage point in the sky, the prophet could gaze out across the entire curvature of the planet… Meh. It was no namek, that was for sure. Although it did have it's charms. Helix's uncle lived on this planet, and this was the very spot which namek had been restored from destruction itself. This lookout, these glistening tiles were the very spot where Shenron had emerged less than a year ago to save namek-kind from destruction. Helix had been so lucky as to witness it, and it had changed his life forever. But all things had to come to an end. At this point, Helix could use his instantaneous movement technique on almost the level of that of a kaioshin. He had developed it in Heaven, and now was standing back on earth. Namek, which had seemed so far away, such a distant haven, was now within his reach. Extending his mental presence into the sky, Helix let his soul sense plume through space faster than the speed of light. Soon, the namekian had completely wrapped his head around the planet namek, and tethered his energy. There was one last thing he had to do before he went, though. The prophet knelt down and with a snap of his fingers, conjured a small length of parchment. The namek pulled a small brush out of thin air and began to furiously scribble down a note. 'If you ever need me,' the prophet sloppily wrote, 'tear this sheet in two.' With that, the prophet folded up the paper and tapped it with his finger, causing his signature insignia to bloom in ink on it's back. If the sheet were ever to be torn in two, it would create an immediate psychic connection with the user, regardless of where Helix was. Quickly, the prophet let go of the folded parchment, allowing it to levitate through the air and land inside the lookout, a note for whoever may find it. With that Helix stood once more, breathing in one final breath of air. Although the place had become almost a second home to him, his heart truly lied with namek. It's lush blue fields and the genuine generosity of it's people was paradise to the mystic. The croak of the frogs, the endless sunshine, the trickle of water always hovering just within earshot. It was time to go home. Chest inflating for a moment with a sigh, Helix couldn't help but smile and look down at the earth below. Although he had spent a significant portion of his life on this planet, he was ready to go back to his homeworld and never return. This was the last image he would ever have of this far off space-rock. …Meh! Rapidly vibrating, Helix's body would begin to blur as he dematerialized. Thousands of light-years away on planet Namek, elders around the guru's palace who could sense some sort of ki would begin to stir. The darkness surrounding their planet was terrifying, but it seemed as if… As if something had parted the clouds of black just above their heads. The prophet squeezed his eyes shut, standing up to his full hight as his body suddenly flashed out of it's transitive state, whooshing into thin air with a sharp whirr. And then he was there. Even before he opened his eyes, Helix could feel the beautiful presence of namek. He simply stood there for a few moments, with his eyes completely shut, reveling in his home world. There was the gentle trickle of water… The warm wind of the plains… The prophet took a deep breath, holding it for as long as he could before he broke into a full grin, opened his eyes and— Oh Porunga. When the prophet opened his eyes back on his home world he was not greeted with any sort of the welcome he had hoped for, he didn't see any of the sights he had played over and over again in his time in heaven and hell alike, he didn't feel any of the warm content love that one has for their home world. There was only one possible way to describe the dense darkness in the atmosphere… Terror. Namek's beautiful never-ending daylight was quenched by a black night sky, darkness that could've easily been mistaken for the work of Porunga to the untrained eye. But this was not his father's doing. This blackness… It choked out hope wherever it lingered. These shadows… Were worse than even the crystal sky of King Didger. Helix's eyes widened and began to wetten with complete defeat and vulnerability. The prophet heard the sudden bustle of dragon caste's behind him, coming to greet him and explain the situation, but the mystic was completely frozen. He had invested himself so deeply in his return to his home world, and suddenly everything was crumbling before his eyes. This dark energy… It was suffocating. Was… Was this a namek Helix was capable of returning to? Thankfully, the elderly namekian was quickly snapped out of his terror by a gentle stubby hand on his shoulder. Helix immediately flinched around in fear, ready to fight for his life only to see… his old friend and disciple, a short, round, incredibly good hearted namekian named Ollus. The prophet immediately turned around and embraced his old friend, and soon a crowd of dragon castes had begun to form. Murmurs immediately trickled through the crowd… Could it be that prophet from twenty years ago? The one who had been there on earth when namek was brought back from the otherworld? When Helix pulled away from Ollus, tears in his eyes, his forehead markings were in full view and there was no more doubting it now. This was the second coming of Helix Crust. Immediately, the prophet was filled in by the elder dragon castes about the state of planet namek as they spoke. There were incredible dark mystic forces quickly overtaking the planet. Helix immediately knew that Xylo was the mastermind behind this hostile takeover. Why would his brother do this to the planet? After they had just spoken to their father about… Nevermind that now. This was a conversation that Helix would have to have later. There were more important matters at hand. What was the most shocking information to the prophet was the fact that the dragon balls had been created, gathered, and summoned in the brief period between his speaking with King Kai and his arrival back on namek. There was incredible urgency in the air, Helix couldn't exactly blame the creator for a desperate measure in a situation like this, but… Who could have done it? Nai was… Well, Helix was Nai himself! Lifting his hands up, a small white energy trickled from the center of Helix's palms before flashing outwards, forming into structures that seemed to fuse the concept of typical namekian dome huts with tents. Hopefully, this would give the people a place to stay for a brief period of time while they waited out this oppressive darkness. As much as the prophet attempted to probe the surrounding land for senses of Xylo, there was a dark atmosphere completely piercing through his soul sense, a demonic energy that seemed to be emanating from a red light somewhere off in the distance. Where could he turn next? Was there no choice but to head into the darkness blindly to search for Xylo? The prophet's forehead began to glow slightly, causing the dragon caste elders around him to step back slightly. Helix looked into the void, and let out an almost telepathic plea into the black sky. <Loyal defenders of namek's prosperity, we are here to support you! The dragon caste has not abandoned you!>
Warning! This OPEN thread takes place chronologically during the same period of time as the Xylo Castle Creation DE! Just PM first! T2 Shop active! |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2017 22:57:34 GMT
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Namek, the verdant planet was Namorel's destination on this particular tour through space. He had visited not too long ago to seek guidance and training from the Warrior Clan leader, Riku; and the guru, whom had proved to be more of a bother than a true teacher of guidance and leader of the namekian people... he had been one of the reasons that Namorel chose to leave the planet once more after such a short stay. Now however he sought a more permanent stay, perhaps to take the seat of Warrior Clan Leader himself at some point, this while a side goal was one that he had longed for in the eighty years he had been alive... to be more like his father and the generations of warriors before him that had been the only line of defense on the planet. In the time since his father's death Namorel had kept his promise, but he felt that he was reaching a personal peak in his own and once more delving into the training of the Warriors seemed to be the next card to play for his own growth, as a person and as a warrior.
"Approaching Planet Namek, planetary retro-thrusters offline. Crash landing imminent."
The AI of the ship blared a siren as the warning echoed through the small one man ship. Had something damaged the thrusters on approach to the planet? Namorel hadn't received any prior warnings, but now it was obvious it was up to him to get the ship unto the planet safely. Sitting at the helm of the ship he watched the plasma form around the front of the ship, gliding over the glass and of into the void of space as he pierced each layer of atmosphere. In desperate attempts to pull the ship into a horizontal position Namorel saw that it was rather hopeless. Only one option became apparent to him now, with the ocean sitting below. Entrusting his life into the kais above he would open the port side door and jump unto the side of the ship, making his way towards the thrusters that had been offline for almost an hour now.
"If I die today, then what good was I as a warrior?!"
His voice echoed as he jumped from the ship, his hand sliding down and drawing the plans for a shaft to attach to the ship, as his magic injured the heft to the gigantic spear head Namorel enlarged his body to put the force behind the ship and to wield the newly crafted space spear. His aim was to hit the ocean below and break the fall. That was when the telepathic message hit him, breaking his concentration long enough for him to forget what he was doing, losing a few hundred feet in process, Namorel jumped back as the ship plummeted into the clear waters of Namek, following the ship to reclaim his belongings.
"Where are you? That voice is unfamiliar..."
Namorel's voice was low as he walked out form the water, using his ki sense in an attempt to track the voice he had heard. Perhaps the crash landing would bring them to him... but either way, something seemed wrong, both int he tone of the message and with Namek, something terribly wrong.
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Post by Helix Crust on Feb 17, 2017 23:33:52 GMT
Just after Helix let out the telepathic message of relief, a ship had burst through namek's atmosphere, and a powerful warrior would emerge from a hole in it's side.
As if on cue, a voice echoed back through Helix's mind, a distressed namekian who the prophet could immediately tell was kind of heart. Helix snapped back to reality, looking around him at the various small domes and tents in the campsite he had only just set up for the dragon caste members. Everyone was getting settled and bustling around, deathly nervous of the black darkness in the sky and the uncertain circumstances on the horizon.
Helix searched through the village quickly, pacing from house to house looking for Ollus. The black sky of planet namek was becoming only more sinister by the minute, and the prophet knew that there was something substantial in the arrival of this new compatriot. A warrior caste had returned to namek from off planet. The energy was blurry, and Helix couldn't make out an exact strength of the soul, but he suspected that he was powerful. This was just what the people of namek needed in a time like this.
"Crust?" Ollus shouted out from across the camp, hearing the news that helix was looking for him. Immediately, Helix's face lit up and he walked over to his companion. "Ollus, my friend," Helix spoke softly, "A warrior caste has come from off planet, and landed nearby. We should go to greet him, and inform him of the state of the planet before he too is taken by the darkness."
The short, chubby dragon caste nodded, and added darkly, "Perhaps he can... protect us as well," to which Helix nodded. The two quickly began to walk out into the namekian wilderness, heading towards the direction of the ki source out in the wild. Normally, it would be rather unsafe for two dragon castes to simply saunter off into the wilderness during a time of peril like this, but they had no other choice now. And besides, Helix was no longer the feeble fighter that he had once been.
"More warrior caste men should be coming soon to guard the village," Ollus said quietly, his brow furrowing, "B-But… I fear they've been taken by whatever lies in the darkness." Helix didn't respond, he simply continued to walk forward gravely towards the site of the crash landing. He couldn't respond. How would he? There was nothing that could be said about the state of namek right now, besides that tragedy permeated the very air itself.
Soon, the two dragon clansmen arrived at the edge of the ocean, and looked off into the deep namekian water. What was normally a light and warm green from the sun's reflection was now a dark foreboding blackish chartreuse.
Helix's eyes looked out across the water, looking for the warrior caste, before he suddenly spotted a silhouette trudging across the landscape only a few meters away. Quickly, the wind buffeting against them mercilessly, Helix and Ollus bustled over to meet the new namekian.
"My son!" Helix shouted over the wind, greeting the warrior caste, "We are of the west dragon caste! Namek is being taken by a terrible peril!" Helix couldn't suppress the heartbreak in his voice. Sensing his comrades break in conversation, Ollus broke into the conversation with a rusty low voiced plea. "Please, accompany us back to the village we have constructed in the wake of our own village's destruction, we are in desperate need of valorous warrior clansmen!"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2017 1:07:56 GMT
| Namorel
(suppressed PL): 79,737
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Someone was approaching, Namorel felt the powers rise from the distance and grow ever closer as the Warrior Caste namekian rose from the water, his clothing slightly singed from the heat of re-entry unto the planet. Aside from this however he was hurt very little. Water coated his skin as he walked with a small capsule in his hand, a dent in the side indicated the damage to the materials inside. The namekian was rather ticked as he knew not what had damaged the retrograde thrusters on his ship before hand. With this thought wracking his mind he almost didn't notice the voices coming from nearby.
"Dragon Caste? I am Namorel of the... well what remains of the Southern Warrior Caste. Last I was here there was discontent among many of our kind, what has come of it? Something seems off."
Namorel spoke back, facing the two Dragon Clan namekians. It was odd facing more than one of his own race at a time; they were so uncommon on Earth. The thought of others at a camp nearby however was rather reassuring. Walking towards the others he would drop his guard, sure that a member of the Dragon Clan would not hurt him unprovoked.
"Better yet, take me back to your camp.. if something bad has happened it may be safer to explain everything there."
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Post by Helix Crust on Feb 18, 2017 14:49:44 GMT
Helix and Ollus quickly bustled over to their new warrior caste companion, whose power shot up from a low suppressed energy into a much larger energy, much to the relief of the shorter and fatter dragon caste. Helix huddled over closer to the off world warrior caste; he looked completely traditionalist, garbed in the light blue gi typical of the warriors. His face portrayed something of a stoic determination, and he possessed a somewhat uncommon recessive trait in namekians; the alternate coloring of his face below his brows.
Helix smiled warmly as his soul sense vibrated around this new companion. He was absolutely what the dragon caste needed in its hour of desperation. "It's so wonderful to make your acquaintance, Namorel," Helix spoke normally now, the wind having died down slightly, "There's been much turmoil amongst our people when you were gone… I too have been away for far too long." The prophet nodded to himself with determination.
"The darkness around us is spreading," warned Ollus quietly, shiftily looking from left to right as the conversation continued on, prompting a hurried nod from Helix.
"W-Well," Helix spoke quickly, "Take my hand," Helix offered his outstretched hand to his companion, who grabbed hold without hesitation, before offering the other to the warrior caste. "I can warp us back to the campsite quickly. It's very dangerous to walk through the plains in these dark hours."
If Namorel joined hands with the prophet, they would begin to vibrate rapidly, visibly blurring the air around them before disappearing into thin air, leaving behind a vacuum and a whirr of a sharp, high pitched wind. Reappearing in the midst of the camp, the prophet would turn to the warrior caste and laugh with a surprising air of goofy lightheartedness.
"O-Oh Porunga, I've never given you my name!" Helix would laugh warmly, before introducing himself, "I am Helix Crust, actually of the eastern dragon caste. These brothers are west dragon caste refugees from a terrible crisis…"
Ollus stepped forwards, introducing himself as well. "I am Ollus, the elder of this village... Or what used to be the village." Looking around, it would become clearly visible that devastation had wreaked the land. Darkness swelled in the sky, and an eerie red presence darkened the ki sense of anyone nearby. "Helix has constructed this camp for the time being… Let us go back to my hut to discuss things further."
All around them, namekian parents held their children close as the shadows continued to loom, each moment bringing forth a new sense of dread.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2017 21:22:23 GMT
| Namorel
Powerlevel: 79,737
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Namorel nodded as the taller, unfamiliar namekian gave him a rundown of what had happened on Namek in his absence, albeit there was likely very little that the Warrior Caste Namekian could have done to prevent whatever horror was now plaguing his people and planet. A cold chill ran down his spine as he thought of the dragon ball he had seen last he was here, was this the outcome of them? Or was this caused by something else entirely?
"Take me then, I want to speak of this threat in more detail if you don't mind."
Accepting the Dragon Clan namekian's hand Namorel would close his eyes. He had not been one to experience instantaneous travel before and was unsure on the possibility of a side effect. Moments later he would open his eyes to the tents and stray namekians wandering between then. It was a saddening sight to behold, his expression contorted some into a more melancholy sort. "Helix, was this crisis invoked by the recent awakening of the Dragon Balls? I remember seeing Accordio, the new... annoying... guru with one. These... our people, have any of my kin come by here?"A million questions ran though Namorel's head as he sought answers for the ones he had asked Helix Crust and Ollus. Trying to keep him composure the Warrior Clansmen was struggling with restraining the rage flowing through his blood as he continued his view around the camp sight. He would follow the two with no complaint for they would surely give him many of the answers he wanted.
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Post by Helix Crust on Feb 19, 2017 17:57:47 GMT
Upon the warrior caste's request, Helix quickly lead Ollus and Namorel into the somewhat larger hut at the center of the village, entering quietly. Sitting cross legged in the corner was another dragon caste namekian who didn't stir when the door opened, simply sitting in meditative silence.
"This is Ollus' temporary residence," Helix began, taking a seat down in the center of the hut. Ollus also sat down next to Helix, leaving room for Namorel to complete the circle.
Listening to Namorel's question, Helix nodded along briefly before flinching suddenly with absolute terror. "T-The dragon balls? A new guru rose to power and created the dragon balls?" The prophet's eyes suddenly widened with fear and flicked from side to side. His hands looked as if they weren't sure what to do, moving independently of his body as the prophet nearly got up and began pacing.
"Mystic Ollus, did you know about this?" Helix quickly pleaded, prompting only a somber shake of the head from the fat dragon caste. "No."
Helix was completely overtaken by shock. What kind of dragon caste could have claimed the guru's responsibility and yet not told even the elders of the west dragon clan? What kind of dragon caste would create the dragon balls so soon after the death of Grand Elder Nai?
This creation had to have been recent, or King Kai would've warned him about it! What on Namek caused them to unleash the power of Porunga? And for what purpose? Perhaps it truly was an emergency, and the new guru assumed the throne in order to create the dragon balls quickly and save the planet…
"P-Please, noble Namorel," the prophet stuttered, "Tell me everything you know about the creation of the dragon balls. When did it occur? Who created them? And who was this guru of a Mazoku name, Accordio?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2017 21:48:59 GMT
| Namorel
Powerlevel: 79,737
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Namorel quietly followed the Dragon Clan Namekians into the hut in the middle of the refuge that was the village. It was a sign of leadership despite the condition everything was in right now. Taking the obviously intended seat for him in the circle, at mention of the Dragon Balls Helix seemed, distraught to say the least, perhaps his fears were the same as Namorel's own; on what the balls could do to harm the planet rather than help it.
"I returned to Namek not too long ago to seek guidance from the current Guru and the Warrior Clan leader, in my search for the guru I caught wind that a u=younger namekian had taken the seat unopposed. While this alone was not entirely disheartening, what I saw when I found him was. When I arrived to the Guru's Hut he was talking to a large tree like man, Walker was his name; both had a Dragon Ball."
Namorel relayed the synopsis of what had occurred on the planet without including the minor details, rather those deviated from the initial answer to Helix's question.
"I returned to Earth once more before the wishes were made, but I fear for the worst... not only was the planet littered wiht many potentially grabbing for them. That guru is sort of a brat with a loud mouth."
Keeping to the ground he would take out a small stone bowl and some herb shavings, crushing them into a dust with the tea leaves already sitting in the center of the mortar. He did so to occupy himself while they spoke, that and a cup of tea was sure to help calm down at the least Namorel some.
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Post by Helix Crust on Feb 19, 2017 22:23:42 GMT
Helix sat cross legged as the valiant warrior caste joined in the circle with him and began weaving the story of the truth during the time that Helix had been gone. The prophet listened attentively, physically wincing and fighting the desire to stand up and start pacing furiously. A young guru took the throne. From what the warrior caste was telling him, this young Accordio was selfish and desperate for the dragon balls.
Walker… Why was that name familiar…?
Helix narrowed his eyes and placed a hand on his forehead, thinking for a moment before the name rang true. Walker was a strange creature from earth, with the aura of… With almost a namekian aura?
Shaking his head to dispel his mind wandering, the prophet looked back at Namorel with intense eyes. "A child assumed the role of guru… And was completely unopposed…" Helix was practically groaning with agony. What had namek come to when he was gone? "This child assumed control of the planet and created the dragon balls… Without telling anyone?" Helix's head looked over at Ollus with distress, who was sitting in utter silence with his hands folded.
"I…" Ollus seemed as if he was contemplating something, filled with shame. "I had heard rumors… Of the creation of the dragon balls." Helix practically leapt out of his seat, before breathing in deeply and sitting back down. "And of a new guru, b-but…" Ollus swallowed softly, "There was no evidence to prove the rumors, and Nai had so recently passed, I assumed there was no way somebody would have had the nerve to…"
Helix slumped over, his head in his hands. But this was no way for a prophet and leader of the people to act. "It… It is quite alright. Nobody could have seen this coming."
As namorel continued his story, Helix listened with incredible intensity now, noting every word he spoke. "The planet…" Helix was over the state of denial and grief, and now in the phase of complete and utter numbness, simply accepting the terrible information as it flowed in. "Namek was in a state of peril at the time of the dragon balls, surrounded by enemies…" Namorel added that the guru was a bit of a whelp, prompting only an inappropriate laugh of despair from the guru. "What in the name of Porunga can we do?" Helix spoke with evident depression dripping from his voice, "What can we possibly do?"
But… Had Helix gone through life and death, traveled to earth and back to simply mope about in despair? Had he gone through the struggles of good and evil only to come back to namek and fall victim to helplessness?
Seeing the warrior caste's grinding of tea leaves, Ollus smiled gently and pulled out a traditional namekian teapot, rigging it up over a small pile of kindling and snapping a blue flame into life magically.
"Namorel, if you will," Helix spoke, placing a hand on the warrior's forehead. "I need to know all there is to understand. Please permit me to enter your mind."
If the warrior caste permitted, Helix would delve deep into his consciousness and draw out all there was to know about the young guru, this walker character, and the state of namek when Namorel last arrived.
"We need… We have to first understand the state of namek, and then generate a plan for it's restoration."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2017 17:52:34 GMT
| Namorel
Powerlevel: 79,737
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With each passing second that Helix seemed to think about what Namorel relayed to him, he seemed more and more concerned. Namorel knew not what to do or say in the matter, but rather listened in as Helix spoke with Ollus on the matter. It seemed that neither had gotten confirmation on the fact of Accordio rising to the position and creating the balls. Rather both seemed scared if not horrified at the fact. With frantic conversation swapping between the two of them Namorel listened careful while still mixing the herbs and tea leaves, setting aside a kettle for later use.
"Enter my mind? I see no reason why not. I trust the Dragon Clan enough to search my memories."
Namorel agreed to Helix's request, to enter his mindscape and likely see the namekian's memories of the time first hand rather through the relay he had delivered to them. Closing his eyes in preparation for the mind reading. Namorel was curious as to how the procedure would take place and if he would need to get involved in any manner of will power or concentration through meditation.
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Post by Helix Crust on Feb 20, 2017 18:29:08 GMT
Once his partner had given his consent for Helix to enter his memories, the prophet didn't spare a second delving right in. With a rush of white light, the two would become mentally immersed inside the past.
At first, in Helix and Namorel's collective vision, clouds would seem to have covered everything in a thin grey mist, but within a moment, the air cleared revealing a scene. The two namekians stood out on a cliff nearby the grand elder's village, with a good view of the guru's hut. Standing below was a tiny dark skinned namekian boy of a low power level. Beside him was an abomination. Standing at 8 feet tall, a massive tree creature seemed to be talking warmly with the namekian child.
"He has a bit of namekian energy in him," Helix said aloud to Namorel, his voice echoing outwards through the abyss like a memory. "This is Walker? I vaguely remember him from earth."
The strange tree creature spoke, and Helix's ears twitched as his hearing zoned in on the conversation happening below, hoping that namorel had picked it up with his own senses in the moment so that it had been recorded. Luckily, it seemed that the warrior caste had been smart. Namorel's incomplete trust of the tree creature slightly rubbed off on the prophet himself.
It was then that the memory would continue forwards. They were brought downwards into the heat of the scene, standing before walker and the young guru that Helix presumed to be accordio. "H-He really is young, isn't he…" Helix mumbled allowed with a slight air of disapproval.
The prophet was taken aback by the snakiness of the little fellow! He was certainly no puritan dragon caste, that was for sure… It seemed that this young guru put himself first, and the planet second. What purpose could he have had for creating the dragon balls in a world like this? Namek was in perfect harmony. Except… Except for this half namekian tree intrusion.
Immediately, Walker turned the conversation to that of the dragon balls, causing Helix to flinch visibly. It was impossible to trust any outsider of the planet who came merely to exploit namek's resources. But before Helix had much time to process this, a fight seemed to break out between the young guru and what used to be Namorel. Now that Namorel and Helix were viewing the conversation from the future, the young dragon caste appeared to be talking to nothing at all.
He simply stated that the Mazoku threat was growing, which was true, and that the previous guru, Grand Elder Nai, had died, which was also true. And so, he just naturally assumed that… That he should be the leader of the planet? Helix frowned deeply and put his chin in his hand, his lips curling back in distaste. From this conversation, it seemed indeed that the young guru was a spiteful little creature with loyalty first and foremost to his own self.
Going on, the child insisted that he only created the dragon balls to wish for a powerful warrior who could stop xylo, and who could stop… People from annoying him. It seemed that this wish was more selfish than it appeared. Rather than empowering warriors from the proper caste, this child simply wished to generate a personal bodyguard under his control by abusing the power of Helix's great father.
Not to mention that the balance of the castes was important now more than ever. Simply shutting down the mazoku would do him no good, negotiations had to grow, harmony had to be woven… And the use of the dragon balls as a way out was never acceptable. Or at least… Not now.
This conversation was growing more sickening by the moment. These two were such a prideful bunch… The conversation dripped of pretentiousness from the both of them, and complete disrespect for tradition, simply saddening the prophet. As much as Helix wanted to exit the memory now in disappointment with the state of namek's youth, he persevered through to see the rest of the memory.
"It is… Saddening," Helix confided in Namorel softly, as the young guru laughed mockingly at what Helix perceived to be namekian traditionalism, "It is saddening to see these two, full of potential, straying so far from the light of Porunga."
Dialogue wrapped up quickly, with the guru agreeing to allow Walker to gather the dragon balls. Helix sighed deeply and slowly, his chest slowly inflating before exhaling in distress.
"Alright then, let us return," Helix whispered softly, disappointed with what he had found in the memories of the warrior caste. In an instant, the entire scene disappeared in a swirling of mist, and Helix and Namorel would leap into the air, soaring upwards and upwards before… Their eyes would open.
When they returned to the world of reality, Ollus had finished heating some water, and was hunched over the teapot and small flame with saddened eyes. Upon feeling the return of their presence, he turned around and smiled warmly at the duo. "Find anything of use?"
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Post by Gastro on Feb 20, 2017 19:39:37 GMT
Gastro yawned a bit, doing his daily patrol of the area, he sighed again and again seeing the bright skies going down to darkness, Gastro was a simple warrior caste member, so he didn't bother to investigate why this happened. Maybe he should've listened to the elders about the geology of his planet, eh who cares. The white aura shrouded Gastro as he did some twirls in the sky to forgot about these thoughts in his head. Well until he heard a voice in his head a telepathic message, Gastro couldn't tell who was delivering this, he heard those words about the dragon caste members supporting us, weird. Maybe some big namekian figure just came? Gastro was thinking about this more and more, until a spectacle in the sky was shown a spaceship crashed into the waters of namek, this caught Gastro attention greatly. "That might be bad..or good." Gastro zoomed to the area, as he noticed three green people, namekians. Gastro was relieved it wasn't an enemy. Gastro was going to fly down and greet the three until they vanished out of nowhere."Whoa! I was never shown how to vanish all of a sudden! Well urgh, maybe they’ll know who sent that message…”
Gastro white aura surrounded him, as he blasted off flying around the general area to find where they might be, as he stumbled upon a weird village.”What? I’ve never seen this place before…” Gastro decided to check the village out, maybe he was simply blind and never noticed this village existed but also, he felt drawn to this place for some reason. It was an odd sensation, also he wanted to know if anyone knew about the person who sent out that telepathic message. He asked several of the village members, and they all talked about a Namekian arriving here and making this village. And how he returned back here with a warrior caste member in an instant! Yeah he could possibly be the one who sent out the telepathic message, as Gastro gulped, not sure if he should just enter the hut or not. And asked one of the village members to ask the people inside the hut if he could enter, since he needed that question to be answered.
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Tatsu
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PL: 4,859
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Post by Tatsu on Feb 20, 2017 20:07:26 GMT
Tatsu, the exiled “Warrior” Clansman, kept wandering around the lone hills of Planet Namek of where he lived - he worked for his well-stay, it was sweet in terms of food, since he just had to drink water for his living, however, that was not an actual problem for him: rather, his true issue throughout all of these years alone, unexpectedly… is the feeling of loneliness and lack of certainty he held: he felt like he didn’t fit either the Warrior Caste or the Dragon Caste, he didn’t feel like just an “inbetween” would match, he didn’t feel like he could be included in this vast culture that the Namekians hold in their just as long history that takes up millenia after millenia.
He truly felt alone, but felt that the worst thing he could do right now is to give up, what if someone else got in a situation like this in all of the previous years of Planet Namek and New Namek’s history, how did they react? Aside from that, if no one survived to tell the story… Then he would, and would change this dilemma stuck in his head upside down: but, as bad as this sound, this is far from possible where he is right now, stuck, alone, without any chances of going back to his old Warrior Clan tribe, or, well, his original home which he never knew about of in the first place.
But, standing still? Is that a viable option? For Tatsu, at least right now, no, absolutely no. He refutes that possibility with all of his heart. He’d punch a mountain - creating a crater in it out of sheer impact, turning his head aside, he noticed… he was in a localization close by to the Elder Guru’s village, shutting his eyes, concentrating, and widening them back again - looking up to the skies, he starts walking forward, in the hope of a new future. Bravely, he skimmed his path through the lands of Maima Region, looking to be enlightened by another trustworthy being, that, will be his “friend”, a gateway for him to ascend mentally and spiritually, as “worthy” in his own view, the best worlds of a Warrior and Dragon Caste Namekian, the definite version of himself, in order to, simplifying, reach a peaceful state of mind in which he will no longer be concerned about fitting in with the pack.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2017 23:48:02 GMT
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"Is it over?"
Namorel asked, feeling the hand leave his forehead. To think one could become adept enough with their magical powers explore another's mind. On that note he wondered what exactly the Dragon Clan namekian had seen, had he explored that entire day or merely that encounter with Walker and Accordio, either way Helix did not seem too pleased at what he had seen in the Warrior Clan namekian's mind. Moving the tea leaves that still sat there over to the kettle, he would heat the metal contraption with a small fire dancing betwixt his fingers, he would need to hold it there for some time if he were to make this tea to the fullest of its flavor.
"It feels as if someone else is here. I cannot vary intents in energies, so... should I go and investigate?"
Namorel asked as he felt the energy enter the nearby vicinity. They were rather powerful for a namekian... perhaps a Warrior Clansmen, but were they one of the minions of whatever darkness currently plagued the land. Standing up, keeping the kettle in his hand while heating it with his free hand. Regardless of the opinion of the Dragon Clansmen, he would walk towards the front of the hut, but remain inside. Were he given permission to look he would talk towards the source, otherwise wait by the door and see what Helix had planned next. If the enemy was attacking so soon, then why would they come in such tiny numbers and power? This thought crossed Namorel's mind a manner of times while he waited.
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Post by Helix Crust on Feb 21, 2017 0:32:17 GMT
Helix nodded at the namekian warrior caste's question. "Yes.. I've obtained everything I need." Helix turned to Ollus, and they exchanged a silent glance of fear. "There have been… Potentially disasterous, unwise actions taken by the young guru. And this Walker appears to have arrived on namek under the guise of protecting the dragon balls." Helix paused, and sighed briefly. "He is either the sane one in the scenario, or a selfish offworlder, looking to harvest namek's resources."Ollus handed over the pot to the much more skilled Namorel, who began to brew the tea by hand, heating up the water with his own apparent pyromancy, a skill which inexplicably impressed the prophet. When Namorel spoke of the arrival of other energies, Helix nodded, initiating his own soul sense. Outside there were two soul energies which had not been there before, a fact that worried Helix little considering their relatively low malevolent energies… But senses could be deceptive. Helix got to his feet alongside Namorel. "Yes… Two energies which appear to be… Closing in." Helix hummed softly under his breath. "I believe we have exhausted the extent of today's telepathic intercourse." He smiled warmly at Namorel, his full trust beginning to filter into the younger namekian. "Let us go investigate together."Just as Gastro arrived at the door of Ollus' hut, Helix would open the door and greet him with the group of three namekians. "O-Oh!" Helix leapt up into the air in surprise, for some reason not expecting the power level to be as close as it was. Landing goofily on his bottom, Helix blushed deeply with embarrassment before standing back up. This was no way for a dragon caste elder to be behaving! "M-My apologies! I am Helix Crust of the eastern dragon caste, and this is Ollus, of the western."The shorter dragon caste seemed to have his face hidden with his palm at Helix's ridiculousness, but sighed before turning to the new guest with a smile. Any warrior caste was welcome in Ollus' mind, as the situation on namek was only worsening by the minute. "Welcome, brother."
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