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Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2017 13:40:34 GMT
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Powerlevel: 95,048
Namorel Jr
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Darkened skies, panicked rumors, and an ever foreboding and eerie aura over the planet. This was not the Namek Namorel was born and raised on, but it was the one he would have to grow accustomed to for the mood was unlikely to restore itself one way or the other. All regions, shrouded in darkness and devoid of life for the most part only multiplied the unsettling nature of the current status of the planet as a whole. And at the heart of it all, stood the castle; dubbed by its owner and creator as Castle Mazoku. This was the first time Namorel had come close to the structure to actually examine the architecture of the building, he for one was not an architect, but he did come to appreciate the various forms of structure types and designs during his time on Earth and for as menacing as the structure was he took interest in the design. Like a golden throne atop s mountain of skulls it stood, overlooking those below that might wish to engage or resist the might and will of those within.
Namorel kept his distance still, alerting any who may be standing guard was not his interest at the time, rather it was quite the opposite. Namorel Jr at his side he kept to the brush, hoping his green skin would blend in with something. Not supressing his power as his son's would be felt in full either way.
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Post by Lord Xylo on Mar 15, 2017 10:39:13 GMT
"Looking for someone?"
Xylo's voice cut through the air above Namorel like an icy blade as the Mazoku Lord floated above the father-son duo. He descended from the sky, touching down across from Namorel and his new offspring. The Mazoku had been waiting for this confrontation for some time. Namorel was an interesting being indeed; he was one of few who knew it better to lay down his arms, rather than fight to the last. It was admirable in its own way, but at the same time, it showed how cowardly Namorel was deep inside.
The Fin-headed Namek folded his arms across his chest, a smirk on his face. His Gi billowed lightly in the wind, though his dark cloak was noticeably absent. He'd left it at home for this meeting. He stood patiently, waiting for one of the two to speak up as the wind blew. A part of him wondered what Namorel's child was thinking. Was he angry with the Mazoku, or was he a sympathizer like so many of his peers? Only time would reveal the answer.
"It's quite the beauty isn't it? The Castle?" Xylo nodded towards the castle, its foreboding presence looming behind him. "Care for a tour?"
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Post by Queen Habana on Jun 15, 2017 5:38:34 GMT
Xylo | WC: 203 | Zeni Gains: 289 | New Zeni: 5,565
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