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Post by Rock on Feb 10, 2016 5:36:34 GMT
Through the edge of the quiet plains, the wind blew bout petals of Ajiisa leaves. The grass shifted and fluttered about in tangent. Rock stood there in the morning sunrise, his mind refreshed as he did his warm ups. His experience with Xylo, fighting for his life, and the awkwardness of his meeting with Paengi had previously earned doubt in this planet. The home world of his father not living up to what he had expected. However, he realized, there were more positives than negatives. He had met Miter, and Gulls. Both of which had been shaky encounters at first, but he had a good feeling about them. Perhaps... he'd even make friends? Rock shook his head, remembering the beating he'd sustained from Xylo. The two were more like allies, he told himself. Or... perhaps just acquaintances. The Shanite shook his head again. Either way, he needed to get stronger, so that he could hope to fight Xylo in the future. Though perhaps, and the idea came from Gulls, perhaps finding a partner would make it faster? Someone who was like his brother Buldr, someone who wouldn't try to kill him but would not hold back. Someone who would give it their all, to maximize the training. Whelk
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Post by Whelk on Feb 10, 2016 5:55:39 GMT
His recent victory over Gastro had proven a few things to Whelk. The first was that he still had a long way to go in his training. He, at first, believed that he was superior in every way to the other Namekian but after the battle he was not so sure. None the less, he also discovered that he was no pushover, and others would begin to recognize his power sooner rather than later. When that day came he wanted to be ready, he wanted to prove that he was as strong as they believed, but he would need to learn much more if he wanted to reach that level. So on his usual rest day he found himself in the middle of a field flying in the air practicing different strike combos. His arms and legs were like blurs as they moved through the air unhindered. The thing with training alone was that the combinations he practiced never received feedback. In theory these moves were one hundred percent effective but using them in person was a different story. It was better to practice them over and over until they were muscle memory and if he was ever in a stressful situation he would be able to use them without thinking. His thoughts were quickly distracted as another presence entered his field of vision. Curious, Whelk paused, his recent ambush experience had left him a bit tentative so he was like a deer in a headlight as he watched the newcomer approach. At first he could not make him out but then his figure slowly came into view and he realized he had never seen him before. This was unusual as one mostly spent time with the same people every day, a newcomer was a bit strange, just as it had been for Whelk. "You lost?" Whelk shouted from his spot in the sky, his arms crossed, and his feet dangled casually in the air. "Haven't seen you before, Dragon Clan, perhaps?" Whelk narrowed his eyes and looked him over before shaking his head. "No, you don't have that smug look about you, can't be Dragon Clan."Rock
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Post by Rock on Feb 10, 2016 6:41:14 GMT
Rock had not noticed he'd been coming up on someone else until he heard him from above, so lost in thought he had been. The Shanite looked up then at the voice, the seemingly ever constant. though gentle, wind blowing about his antennae and sash. When the unfamiliar face had questioned him, he hesitated, then the previous idea struck him. Slowly, tentatively as though he too were just as weary of the unfamiliar Namekian, flew into the air. He did not come to the same level as the unknown one, still slightly more towards the ground then him, looking up. The Shanite looked at him in scrutiny for a moment before reaching up to press the button on the side of his scouter, it beeped for a moment before the digital reading on the lens presented itself. This Namekian was about his strength, perfect for a sparing partner... "No, I'm... Not from here..." He said, hesitatingly, before giving a heavy sigh and rubbing the back of his tattooed head. "Honestly... I don't know why I keep trying to be nice to you home worlders." He looked at his hand then, staring down at the palm, at his skin. Which was a more muted, duller green, darker too. In fact it was so dull in saturation that it had once been mistaken for brown, but no, it was in fact still green. "All I've really got from your kind is prejudice on varying levels. So lets just get that out of the way, eh?" He looked at Whelk then, "I am not from this planet, and I don't share allegiance with any of your clans."
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Post by Whelk on Feb 10, 2016 17:09:12 GMT
Whelk smirked at his comments and they resonated with him well enough. Whelk knew what other Namekians were like, cold and unwilling to accept outsiders, Whelk had been one of those outsiders. It was strange to him that they would push away their own kind but it made sense. After everything that had happened in their species history it was wise to stay guarded. "You'll get no prejudice from me," Whelk said calmly as he lowered himself down so that the two men were floating equally across from each other. He held out his hand to greet him, though he was sure it looked strange, even when trying to be friendly the look on his face seemed angry. "They are your kind as well, you know, same as they are my kind." He took his hand away and studied the Namekian. He wore a strange device on his eyes that Whelk had never seen before but he decided against questioning it. "I am Whelk, son of the outcast Whist, member of the Warrior Clan." As simple an introduction as he needed. Rock
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Post by Rock on Feb 11, 2016 1:46:34 GMT
When he saw the smirk, he shifted, tilting his head to the side, watching as the Namekian drifted down until he was level with him. He looked at the hand for a moment, hesitating, before slowly reaching out to him. Rock's skin was a dark and de-saturated green that could be mistaken for brown in the wrong light. his grip was firm, tightening a little bit when Whelk pointed out that those that ostracized him were part of the same race. When he took his hand back, the Shanite crossed his arms. "Outcast?" His expression softened a little. "Perhaps you will find a kindred spirit in me, eh? I am Rock, Son of Shan... from the planet that bears his name. As I said before, as a Shanite I am part of no homeworld clan... But I was raised to fight."
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Post by Whelk on Feb 11, 2016 4:34:38 GMT
"Perhaps," Whelk said quietly as he studied the face of the other man. "Perhaps not. The world is strange that way." It sounded crueler than it was meant. It was not that he did not wish to befriend anyone, it was the opposite, he longed for friendship but his style of living did not much make for a friend. "Outcast, traitor, murderer, Whist went by many names and you will find that because of his name I am not looked fondly upon." He chuckled slightly to himself. "So maybe don't tell anyone else?" It mattered not, really, if he told anyone or not but one could pick their friends based on if they could trust them. "So what brings you to Namek?" Whelk asked curiously, wondering what the mans story was, why a Namekian would have never been on his own home world. Rock
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Post by Rock on Feb 11, 2016 7:43:34 GMT
"Perhaps not..." This straightened Rock's posture and sobered his expression to one void of emotion. He thought of little Milac, and then of his brothers. When his thoughts came to Shard, his mood went dark, and he looked out toward the horizon. Allowing his flight to drift him slowly away, centimeter by centimeter. The corner of his mouth twitched a smirk at Whelk's jesting self jab, and subsequent request. "Mums the word." He said in promise, and he would keep it to himself. "What brings you to Namek?"There was a pause at this, the dark Shanite's arms were crossed, and the light played against the cloth and leather of the decorated jacket. Its beautiful stark whiteness no longer so, there was evidence of dust and dirt that stained it, a hint of blue at the elbows. As though Rock sat in the grass at some point. The sash, in somewhat better condition but still dusty, blew in the wind gently. Emblazoned with the clan crest, which seemed to glimmer only slightly depending on how the light hit it. "I wonder..." Feeling a bit of doubt creep down his spine, "I left my clansmen to 'See the land of my father'..."So far his hopes for the place had quickly been stamped out, or if you count his encounter with Xylo being a chief factor, beaten out of him. "It matters little, now." Turning his attention back to Whelk , he gives a shrug that was as ambiguous with what it could convey as his stoic face. "Fate seems to be telling me that I came at a bad time."
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Post by Whelk on Feb 11, 2016 18:10:08 GMT
Whelk paid close attention to Rock as pondered Whelk's question. He could see the pain in his eyes, the same pain that filled his very own, and the struggle to decide if he should tell the story or not. Whelk would prod no further than he already had, it did nothing but conjure up bad feelings, feelings and emotions that could be avoided if one were not so curious.
"Grass is always greener so they say." He mentioned off handedly to try and help him move past the troubles he was feeling. "When you listen to fate you get what you pay for." It was true, Whelk believed little in fate, it was a silly illusion that lesser beings tried to grasp. What was fate? Are our destinies predetermined? Nonsense, just live, and worry about fate later.
"What say we pretend like everything that has happened to you before does not matter here in these mountains." He uncrossed his arms and motioned at the area around him. To be honest, it was quite peaceful, a large mountain stood behind Whelk but in front of rock and beneath the two of them also sat a lake. "Lets see your the land of your father the way he most likely wanted you to see it."
Rock
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Post by Rock on Feb 11, 2016 22:11:14 GMT
"Grass is always greener". This struck Rock odd, as he looked down to the ground, raising a brow at the blue grass of Namek, his attention turning back towards Whelk. He couldn't help but chuckle at him. "I suppose your right about that though, Fate is a fickle mistress. Though I really didn't expect you to say the grass was green. Are you sure I'm the offworlder?" He joked, quieting at the Namekians next words. Rock stared at Whelk for a time before his arms slowly uncrossed, in fact he stared at him for an almost awkward period of time as the silenced stretched between them. The Shanite was hesitating, but his posture relaxed, and he looked down to the ground, antennae twitching. Let us see the land of your father the way he wanted you to see it..."Yeah..." Just above a whisper he spoke, his tone solemn, Rock slowly descended to the ground.
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Post by Whelk on Feb 13, 2016 2:30:55 GMT
"Its an old Earth expression my father taught me," Whelk said back quickly at his response. He supposed it wouldn't make much sense given the nature of the planet. "I think the beauty of Namek is how peaceful it is. You can lose yourself in your thoughts if you aren't careful." Whelk lowered himself low to the ground but crossed his legs and placed his hands in his lap. He looked up at Rock to see if he would see what Whelk was doing. Closing his eyes he floated above the ground and he cleared his head. Whelk enjoyed focusing, concentrating on his goals, it cleared his head and helped focus him. He often times thought of his past, how things had been when he was young, when he was happy. He also thought of the future and what would come next. He knew it would be difficult, especially with the current battle for the planet, and Whelk had a feeling he would be involved in it soon enough. What seemed like only a few moments was actually around a half hour as Whelk opened his eyes. "I fear in the coming months Namek will be under a grave threat." He spoke calmly as if he was not scared when in fact he was a terrified. He was no weakling, that was for sure, but there were many who were out there much stronger than he was. "I know you may not consider this your fight, especially considering this isn't your birth planet, but we are still your people. Stay..... train..... fight with me. I could use your help." It was a lot to ask of someone, but, Whelk thought he could sense something in Rock. The same thing he felt in himself. Purpose. Rock
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Post by Rock on Feb 13, 2016 8:19:38 GMT
The soles of his soft shoes made barely a sound as he landed, Whelk following. Rock watched Whelk cross his legs in mid air instead of landing completely. He watched Whelk take on a meditative stance, growing quiet. Buldr tended to meditate, but Rock didn't have much practice in it. Rock walked to the water's edge, and settled down, attempting meditation as well. But as luck would have it, he actually fell asleep in that position. "I fear in the coming months Namek will be under a grave threat." Words that were spoken so softly he nearly jumped out of his skin as Whelk broke the silence that had settled. Though outwardly all that happened was his muscles tensing and his antennae twitching. Just as he'd been about to dismiss the notion of helping Namek, Whelk pleaded to him for aid. The Shanite looked at Whelk, turning his head away to look at the water. Again, silence settled between them. Rock relaxed, letting his shoulders slump a bit before cracking his back, standing. Hand on the back of his neck, he rubbed the bar code tattoo that was there. He'd grown up as a mercenary under his brother's banner, he'd done things that he wasn't proud of. Things that he made his hands unclean. The Shanite thought of little Milac, glancing over his shoulder to Whelk. Could helping them clean his hands? Could he be destined for more good than bad? No, best not to hope for that. But perhaps he'd forget about the past, this time. He turned to Whelk, crossing his arms, tilting his head. "Twist my arm, why duncha." He jested, "Namek isn't my home.... But I suppose I might as well put myself to use while I'm here." Since Whelk did ask and all.
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Post by Whelk on Feb 16, 2016 4:39:50 GMT
Whelk smiled at his reply and for the first time in a long time he felt something inside him. Something he had not felt since he was but a child when he dreamed big dreams. When all that mattered in the world was fighting. He had a purpose, and he knew in that moment that he would not let Rock down. His purpose was to protect Namek and his friends, and he hoped that one day he could call Rock just that, a friend. Someone to fight for instead of just himself. "It means a lot," Whelk said scratching the back of his head still unsure how he was supposed to feel. He had never trusted anyone before and he had to admit he wasn't used to it. "The only problem is I kind of hope you have a place to stay. I would invite you to where I am, but, well...." He trailed off and suddenly felt shame at his situation. Whelk was low class, poor, he was a member of the Warrior Caste which did not afford him many royalties. "I just don't have a big place is all." He tried to explain that his only place of living was the minimum requirements to call something a shack. Big enough only to fit a tiny cot and a small window, he did not live lavishly, and he was realizing that Rock was visiting from another planet which meant he had, at the very least, the expenses enough to travel to another world. The idea alone was foreign to Whelk, to just up and leave your home planet to visit another. "But if you're serious about helping we should get to training as soon as we can." He tried deflecting the conversation away from his living arrangement. ( I am stealing your bolded dialogue writing style. I like it, makes it easier to read. ) Rock
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Post by Rock on Feb 17, 2016 21:27:55 GMT
Rock kept his arms crossed, brow raising and his head lifting a little as he was given what seemed to be a pretty genuine smile. 'It means a lot...' The Shanite returned with a more sheepish grin and nod. When the prospect of a place to stay was brought up, the foreign Namekian stared at Whelk, feeling the tips of his ears get a bit hot. "It's fine. Don't worry about me." Waving his hand at the other Namekian, then rubbing the back his head, his gaze shifting away.
The truth was he didn't have a place to stay, but he also didn't want to intrude.
When training was brought up he nodded, "Then why wait?" Shifting into a fighting stance, one hand had his clawed fingers flexed out in front of him, the other was held tightly to his form in a fist. "I'm ready to go now, if you are."
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Apr 7, 2016 4:38:14 GMT
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