The Master Comes Around [Pae/Invite]

So many deaths. Paengi shook his head, sorrow filling his mind. He didn’t understand why Namek was inflicted with these plagues of evil. The Mazoku, all the alien scum. They ruined this peaceful planet, gave a purpose for the warrior caste. He could imagine a world where the warrior caste didn’t exist, where he didn’t exist. That peaceful planet, devoid of the sins of Mazoku and the horrors of aliens, did not exist however. For whatever twisted reason, it was his duty to protect his race, and lead the warriors of his people to stop injustice from harming them. He scowled at this thought, kicking a rock. Though he did not like the reason he existed, he accepted it however. This universe barely allowed any good, with even the smallest seeds of corruption forming their own body to tear namek apart, and monsters from off of the planet coming to slaughter the namekians.

He shook his head, thinking of these horrors. It was duty to protect, yet he could barely do so. Even the first alien had crushed him, and he could do nothing to stop. Much less the godly fighters in the capital city, destroying whole city blocks on accident. What was a place where some were gifted with great power, and others nothing. He looked at his fists, questioning what the just said. Perhaps he was wrong, and every single person had earned this strength, even if they didn’t do it morally. Maybe it was simply his aspirations and dreams as a child that gave him this great strength, not some gene in his body. He hoped to himself that this was true, that one day he could be a true guardian of namek. He stared across the warrior caste base, looking over his fighters. Though before Paengi was one of a kind, a rare surge of power, recently it seemed he was not alone. He had noticed a few, who were obviously very strong. Many may even be more powerful than himself. If Paengi was the sort of person to invest in Ki sense, surely he would've found out by now but he was not that type. The exact strength mattered very little to Paengi, whether they be friend or foe. He would back down from no enemy unless all he was doing was throwing away his life, and if he could only see the difference with some sort of mystic sight then they obviously weren’t that big of a threat and he could survive.

Paengi flew somewhere, the thoughts reminding him of the mourning his father’s death had caused. Sullus was everything Paengi had aspired to be, and without him he would not be what he was today. He landed in the graveyard, noticing he was not alone.

Paengi watched sorrowly as suddenly the other namekian seemed to spin to look at him, rage building in his body. A single shout lashed out at Paengi and he almost stepped back in shock, questioning what had brought the warrior to this level when he saw their eyes. Water welled in them, building like a mass of the liquid desperately pressing up against a dam trying to break free. He stared for a moment, before lowering his head. The death of someone close could completely destroy someone easily, as he knew personally. ”Who was your loss?” he asked quietly, a tender pain in his voice. Despite his success in life at least for the moment, he still had times when the disaster that had happened a long time ago ran through his bones, lighting his nerves on fire. He quickly studied the warrior caste, double checking he didn't know them. He mentally shook his head no as he confirmed this was someone new to him.

Suddenly they seemed to calm down and put on a false bravado as they started a conversation. He mentally checked yet again as he heard the name Gulls, and though he could've recognized there being small talk of him a while ago he had never known him. He was about to introduce himself when suddenly something struck him. He froze with his mouth open, as he heard the words. The Namekians master had gone to the Capitol. He slowly closed his mouth, trying to calm down. Surely the master had the sense to flee right? Yet it had happened so long ago, surely they would be back by now….

”Your- your master,” he started with a gulp. Was it really his responsibility to tell him this? Surely the- no, he was the warrior caste leader now. How could he even think about leaving this. ”The fighters in Moori- they were god like creatures. The two weakest ones, were almost ten times the power of the strongest Namekian here…” he said with terror, as the feeling of watching them came back to him. The utter feeling of hopelessness, knowing that if any of them chose to, he would be dead in a nanosecond. That place, the one where he went was Namek was destroyed. He didn't want to go there again, he thought with panic as fear began to take over his body. He had been trying to suppress his emotions since he had got back, to not think about the battle, but. He was scared.

He shook his head, trying to clear his head as he looked back at the Namekian he was talking. ”And they were the weakest! There was a demon, whose very essence seemed to turn everything into a corpse, and a Mazoku, a fun headed one, that was probably just as strong. And then the most powerful one.” He almost choked up as he thought of the golden haired fighter that seemed to have ultimate power. He had never heard of such immense reserves of power. ”The golden haired one,” he said quirky through his breath. ”He made them look pathetic. If it wasn't for so many fighters, he would have instantly killed them, I’m sure.”

Paengi looked at Gulls straight in the eye, waiting for his response. ”Would your master not see their power, and choose to fight? Or does he have sense, would he flee,” he questioned as he thought of himself. He was so foolish to want to stay and fight. What was he in that battle but a possibility for collateral damage. ”Pray your master fled and was not hunted down, or hid somewhere far away. Then again, even hiding they would probably accidental kill you,” he finished, thinking of what could happen if an attack of theirs were to miss.

Paengi stared at the namekian’s face, seeing emotions travel through him. His face almost lit up as Paengi began talking, watching him in return. He continued what he was saying, when he saw cockiness travel through his face. He shook his head slowly, feeling horrible for him. No doubt he believed his master to be some sort of deity in his personal view, holding him in such high regard that he thought the man who taught him invincible. Then he saw it. The disbelief at first, desperately trying to deny it before realizing it. He watched shock blossom and grow like a flower extending its petals as it transform into pure rage. Paengi’s body froze with shock as he watched the figure, who was building up energy. He couldn't move as he watched the warrior turn himself to the grave. His eyes went wide in disbelief, as he wanted to stop him. He wanted to make sure he couldn’t do what they both knew he was going to do, stop him from touching the grave. It was a crime to disrespect someone's resting place, something Paengi had to stop. Yet he didn’t.

Paengi watched, his body turning to ice and stone, as he did nothing even though everything in him screamed at him to. Tears turned to a torrent inside of the other warrior's eyes as Paengi almost felt water well in his too. This was a cruel world, one no one deserved. This was the universe, a cruel uncaring place that stripped one’s soul. It was a sand paper that shredded everything someone cared for until it made their bones turn to dust and their skin turned to paper. Such a cruel world. A bright aura burning like a wildfire around the other fighter suddenly appeared, seeming to tear apart the very world around it as it reached out with thin curls of ki that seemed to rend the flesh of the air. A great pressure began to build that surely everything in the nearby area could feel. He heard a small dull response, claiming that his master would never leave. Like Paengi had thought of himself. Before he had fled.

Paengi looked back up to the namekian, who was staring at the grave with a deep hatred. ”Wait…” Paengi tried to say, though he knew he could not stop the hideous act that was about to happen. ”Calm down!” he shouted as he watched the fist fly. His mouth began to open like a cave, before stopping midway. He could do nothing. The limb suddenly came down upon the ground, and earth flew. Paengi seemed to watch in slow motion, his head turning to view each and every particle of ground that was separated from its brethren as it now through the atmosphere. He looked towards the namekian that seemed to calm for a short second, before he started talking again. Paengi stared in horror as he heard the words that seemed to tear his soul apart. He watched a fist rise and instead of fighting back, stood still. He felt as if he was floating in space, as the words were now blades, tearing his flesh from his body. Why didn't he help him. Why did he run. Why was he a coward. He desperately tried to defend himself in his head, using every defence he could. He was following orders, to have stayed would have been treachery! He was- he was too weak to do anything! He stood no chance, if he had stayed he would have died! Yet, no! He was a warrior caste, no matter what he should risk his life to defend his planet! He was a coward!

Paengi seemed to be sucked into the real world as a fist came to him. Suddenly pain blossomed throughout him, the feeling tearing through every limb as he flew backwards. He let himself go limp as he fell back, and landed on the ground. He felt dull, and like he could do nothing, but suddenly snapped out of it. A single spark was lit inside of him, as a roaring fire consumed his soul, as he felt something inside of him. He didn’t care what he had done before, it was the only thing to do. What could he do by letting himself die besides giving one of those super powerful fighters entertainment! NO! He would do what he could!

Paengi slowly rose back up before he stared Gulls straight in the eyes. ”No,” he whispered. ”YOU LISTEN TO ME!” he screamed suddenly, as a powerful aura of silver rose around him. ”I AM PAENGI, THE WARRIOR CASTE LEADER! YOUR MASTER WAS A BRAVE MAN, BUT HE WAS FOOLISH! WE CANNOT LET YOURSELF DIE, FOR WHAT WILL THE WORLD DO WITHOUT YOU!” he said as he began walking forward. He would not let anyone get in his path, ruin this planet, kill his people. No! He would live, and not let any of them! Any alien, any mazoku scum, anyone that is an enemy of Namek, he would destroy. ”WE CANNOT ALLOW OURSELVES TO FALL TO THIS LEVEL! UNLES YOU CAN ACHIEVE MORE BY SACRIFICING THAN YOU EVER, WILL, IN THE REST OF YOUR LIFE, THAN YOU MUST LIVE! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME!” he screamed at Gulls, all emotion rising up inside of him. Suddenly Paengi’s fists grabbed Gulls with a ferocity that would surely stop him from even trying to defend himself. ”NOW! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME!” he finished as he attempted to throw Gulls into the ground as hard as he could.

Paengi watched as now despair filled the namekian, seeming to threaten to drown him completely. He spoke of training each and every day, only one thing holding him up, keeping his spirit. The Meridan transformation. Paengi frowned, wondering what nonsense this was, not entirely aware of such things as transformations. He was a new contender in the world of warriors, and thus knew little about such high power things.

Paengi then heard a different tone, as the despair rose once again, this time rising to the surface. This namekian spoke of nobody caring for him, his life mattering not. To most people hearing this, they would simply be saddened, or filled with sympathy. But Paengi was different. Instead rage filled him, as the silver fire around his body spiked in power, increasing even more. No, he would not let something pathetic such as this happen. He walked up to the namekian who had given up, and was laying on the ground.

”You say you train every day, but why? For power? Is it that simple?” he began, his voice oddly quiet despite the flaring Ki around him. He turned around, not even looking at him at this point. ”You disappoint me…” he now said as he started to walk. But then he stopped. ”But just because you disappointed me, does not mean I will give up. No matter what, I will never give up.” The warrior caste leader stood still, slowly beginning to turn. ”No. Instead I will make sure you do not disappoint me. Instead, I will make sure you try harder to do your best!” he said as his voice suddenly turned to a shout. He began shaking with anger, as the very feeling began to consume him. ”I will not kill you!” he said as the fighter began standing up. He smirked at him, trying to offend him. ”No, for why would I kill something so pathetic? Instead, I’ll make you wish you were good enough for me to kill!” he screamed as he brought himself less than an inch from Gulls. ”Do you want to know why you're nothing, why you don’t deserve my kill!” he screamed as he got closer and closer. Suddenly he stopped moving, appearing to turn calm. But only for a moment. Suddenly his fist reared back, snapping forward to attempt to hit his face full force. No matter the result, he would step back for a moment. ”You say no one cares about you, no one needs you, and they are right! You know who they do need? They need someone with enough commitment to train everyday, to do their best to protect their race! And obviously that person is not you, for that person would never give up.”

He walked up to him, done fighting. ”Do you know the dangers this planet goes through? Do you know how many warrior caste members have sacrificed themselves to protect everything we live for?” he asked. He looked back up to him, and sat down at a bench.

[Sorry for the shorter post :/ was out of the groove]

Paengi listened as Gulls ranted on, and suddenly he noticed something. Gulls reminded him of someone very important in the warrior caste leader’s life- himself. He heard the craving for power, the thirst for it- no, the need for it. This was what Paengi would have become. He felt ashen, painfully aware of what the lust had done to him. He thought of what he had began doing to gain more power, brutally attacking anyone who could fight in order to push himself. He had no idea what he would have been capable of doing if he hadn’t split- maimed others in his fight, crippling innocents. And murder. He felt faint as suddenly he realized just how horrible this fighter’s past could be. When power was all one drove for, they would do anything for it. He shuddered as he wondered what they had done. Whatever their past, unless they had already gone overboard and killed someone- a point he knew was a one way trip- then Paengi had to help him. He had to make sure that he would turn Gulls path around, make them know what could happen.

As Paengi’s fist flew forwards suddenly Gulls moved rapidly out of the way, seeming to be ready for anything. He nodded, listening as Gulls revealed to have not been down and out, but ready to go. ”Good,” he said with a blank face, accepting that they had not given up. He would not allow anything, for someone not wanting life could never be a strong warrior. Though now he smiled, a thin weasley smile at the thought of being attacked by such a thieveley fashion.

”You, catch me off guard? If anything you would have ensured your own defeat, as this whole scenario has instead made me furious, and power can come with emotion,” he said humorously, as if there was no way Gulls could do anything. Now however something struck Paengi hard that Gulls said, and he responded with fury.”You claim to want to be strong, but you say you cannot defend Namek? Are you a coward,” he suddenly said furiously. ”It is foolish to throw your life away, but to simply say you will not defend your own people!” he shouted, outraged at the thought. Paengi at this point was sick and tired of the ups and downs of this conversation, done with Gulls if this is how they thought. ”You want to be a selfish bastard and let your people rot away!” he shouted. He couldn’t stand the conversation now, seeing it turn into a rotten string of words. ”Your job is to do what you can to protect those around you Gulls. Do you not understand this? If not, then you have no place in the warrior caste.”

Suddenly Gulls voice turned weak, acting as if he was nothing. Couldn’t do anything. Here it was again, he seemed to change as a person on a dime’s notice. One moment he was depressed, not thinking he could do anything and ready to give up, the next he was a power seeking warrior who cared for nothing else, then a treacherous fool ready to abandon his people. He wondered if they were unstable, being so easily changed.

Gulls now mentioned the doji, saying how it was warmer. Paengi hadn’t noticed the dropping temperature himself, the silver fire like energy keep him warm, but it obviously had became much colder. He nodded, agreeing with him though he almost enjoyed the weather.