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Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2016 4:24:13 GMT
Walking through the wasteland, peering over to the now destroyed plateau, was Caesar, the blond kagami warrior. He had just been through a most interesting situation involving another man, specifically a saiyan, and the former slave still didn't know how to feel about it. The saiyan race was one that Caesar detested the most, but even more so was a pure blooded saiyan, the likes of which this man he'd met was. By the name of Daika, he was apart of the very faction that was determined to give Caesar a rough time while on Earth, the Galactic Patrol. Although the group pranced around as if they had the authority to do so, in the kagami's eyes, they were nothing more than vigilantes masquerading as an actual police force. Were it not for the ever present fact that the two he'd met so fair were stronger than him, he'd have beaten the two within an inch of their lives. It excited him, the prospect of battle, but he hadn't won against anyone he considered an actual opponent. The lifeforms that Caesar had the pleasure of fighting were either bottom of the barrel average humans whom were slaughtered, and the people who had stopped him, battling under the pretense of justice. It would be so sickening if the kagami swordsman hadn't already assumed this would be the case around the word. The "hero" comes in to fight when it's convenient or would get them something out of it, and the "villain" either gets away, having his crime be either too big, or easy enough to topple. In either case, its just convenient for the good guys. Where were these "hero's" when Caesar was a slave for 30 years? Where were they when his mother was killed just for being a woman and being pregnant? Their probably wasn't a drop of justice for a million miles away from Caesar. Just as he gets to Earth he sees all of these people don a mask and act as though they know right from wrong? Fuck that.The blond kagami was very spiteful, especially due to his upbringing. Of course it wasn't fair what happened, but now Caesar had determined that he would take it upon himself to be "justice". It would be a matter of perspective, one that probably only Caesar could see, but it mattered to him. The world that he saw himself in towards the future, it was something only he could do for himself and everyone. The truth of another matter was, that the saiyan Daika had confused the young kagami more than anyone else had. He was a saiyan, pureblooded, but he was a complete opposite to what Caesar knew to be a tailed monkey. it was almost as if Daika had grown to know exactly what the stereotype of his race was, and actively worked to be the opposite. He was a rather nice individual, actually saving the kagami warrior by offering him the meat he'd just finished cooking while Caesar had been starved for the past few days. The former slave could have felt himself slipping away into the afterworld but here was this man who was supposed to have even more hate in his body than Caesar, but he was kind. The entire memory was something that he'd prefer to forget; a saiyan saving his life was about the opposite of his end goal of exterminating the entire race, so he spared the man for now. The reality was, the saiyan Daika was just stronger, but Caesar would be back. His own strength knew no bounds. He'd make sure that he returned the favor to Daika, but with a proper beat down. On the subject of beat downs and Daika, the entire matter had already solved itself. Their meeting was done and Daika had flown away, but all that remained was Caesar. The blonde swordsman didn't actually have the ability to fly, and completely neglected to ask the saiyan how he had learned. In his anger, the kagami had blown a hole in the plateau which was clearly in front of him, but now was covered. Squinting his eyes, the hole that previously resided in the plateau was now unseeable to Caesar. It appeared that there was some sort of broken down cart, or stand in the way between the two. It was difficult to see, but Caesar was certain nothing had been there only a moment again. This sort of thing merited investigation. Taking his time, Caesar would stroll over to the stand, kicking up dust every once and a while as he walked. He had seen a couple of things in his life, not many, but a couple, and this kind of thing would certainly be a first. Normally so quick witted, the boy had no ideas on what this could be, save a mirage. As he got closer, however, it was clear that this was very much reality. _______________________________________________________________________ Thread Pl: 4,200 Heavy Weights OnWeighted Pl: 1,050 Nostalgic Ayumu
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Apr 17, 2016 4:37:25 GMT
(House : PL - PL: 96,291 )
While at first you would see the simply stall known as "the Oni's Resting Place", It was a typical japanese ramen stall that was known in so many mediums, Yet above all were the multitude of pictures sprawled across the walls and facing everywhere. Constantly depicting a story of this old man with bloody remains covering him, with a fight going on, there were even paintings of warriors at the highest calibur fighting each other rather fiercely. In a never ending struggle that was seemingly impossible to prevent, Yet this old fart that stood at the burning flat stone that acted as a cooking pit simply raised his head towards you and softly frowned. Wondering what he would say at first before simply shaking his head and then letting out his voice, a power level of perfectly zero able to be sensed.
"Would you mind sitting down and telling me your tale young fellow? There have not been many people and we had food in a overabundance, just tell me what you cannot eat as for today's price... Normally its whatever you have spare, sometimes, well mostly, people do not pay me. But are you capable of giving this old fart a story as a price for just today to make him forget his own bindings?"
Fishing for information after having known the species that this man possibly belonged too in other areas, constantly questioning himself if it was a smart choice to even involve himself wtih them again before then just bringing out a nod.
From behind the large flat stone with fire underneath, There were two people in the backroom, making a ruckus while a small woman was sleeping on the ground, leaning against the wall. Softly letting out a peacefull snore while enjoying her time in this peace and quiet, the wind seemingly curling around her in a rather unique aspect. Having completely worked herself to the bone, This woman known as Hana had a petal slowly float down and land on her nose, causing her to stumble and wake. From a soft giggle to a hiccup, knocking her out of the soft ruse of a pleasant slumber into the information of a beautifull morning once again.
Stretching her arms, before straightening her legs, with a few rockings back and forwards, causing her rather ample chest to be emphasized before hopping onto her legs, this thick killing intent started to slowly seep out, like a flooding wave that had its floodgates completely torn off. With not a single thing to stop its immenent destruction, she soon stopped her own killing intent while giving a look towards you and softly bringing forwards a kind nod. Refusing to give a single answer untill the question you had been asked would have been answered, seemingly have gotten this information... Just how long has she been awake or was she just able to listen while asleep? a few mysteries would be brought up yet for now they would be kept on a low simmer in this stall of cuisune, tell us your tale.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2016 5:27:42 GMT
As Caesar approached the mysterious shack, it became more and more clear that it was a stall of some kind, similar to what the kagami would see on Vegeta with people selling their wares for any kind of coin that they had. The former slave always saw it as a desperate act, as if those behind the stand had gotten the proverbial "shaft" in life, and had to sell what they believed to be good products using such a poor medium. In those times, Caesar felt pity, but this time, here on Earth, was completely different.
The blond warrior had been close enough now that he could clearly see a man; an older looking human with gray hair curving upwards with some of the same colored facial hair. His clothing was simple, a single white wifebeater with his muscles budging outwards. He wasn't giving off any sort of Ki signature whatsoever, which seemed like a lie, but it was also very calming. Caesar knew he had a choice in whether to approach the stand and actually give his time to the old man, but his decision was incredibly clear. Before the blond swordsman knew it, he'd already taken a seat and unstrapped his sword from his hip to lay in the chair next to him. Despite the amount of danger that could be abound, the boy didn't feel like putting up a fight.
The man spoke, using such heartfelt words, explaining the current situation to the kagami halfbreed. He had plenty of food to give, in exchange he wanted to know a little about the man he'd be serving. The arrangement sounded fine to Caesar; he'd learned at a young age not to pass on food that was offered to you, and especially not to bite the hand that fed you. Based on the boy's past experiences here on Earth already, he'd be smart not to start a fight. Deciding it best to first give the food he'd want, he'd speak to the shop owner.
"Well, this is interesting. I don't think I've ever come across a situation like this. Free food for a sad story, huh? I think I'll have some Tempura Udon, then. You can make that, right? If not, I'll take whatever you recommend."
Having sufficiently given his order, Caesar decided now would be the best time for payment, as he wasn't actually eating yet. Before he spoke, however, a wave of terror washed over the young kagami. It was as if he was reliving the worst moments of life, again and again. The young kagami saw his mother on the spaceship in her last moments. Her face, twisted in terror as her life was stolen from her. Giving his head a good visible shake, he would look around the shop for any signs of danger. Coming back to look at the old man, he saw a girl in the background, peeking her head ever so slightly above the counter top. The boy would rub his eyes, squinting to make sure she was real. Seeing her again, he decided that she couldn't be the source of the disturbance, and would continue on.
"I hope you're ready old man, my life is not a good one. I was born a kagami, as I've always been, to a mother who couldn't love me less. As I learned later in my life, when a kagami women gives birth to a male, and she is a slave, she is killed. Which is exactly what happened. The saiyans who captured her in deep space and subsequently owned her told me she cursed me as I was being delivered."
The blond warrior would give that a moment to sink in, assuming that the man had never heard anything so bad in his life.
"But wait, it gets worse. After that, the spaceship took me to the saiyan home planet, Vegeta, where I was sold at the ripe age of 4 to whomever wanted me. Apparently I was cheap. But either way, I was taken to a saiyan slave plantation and raised by these kagami women while I grew up. The saiyans were awful, but they knew a four year old couldn't do hard labor yet. Anyway, these women raised me to believe in some kind of goddess, Irith, and that this goddess would save the kagami race from being enslaved, and deliver us from evil or something dumb like that. I learned real quick that that was a load of bull, deciding that I'd be my own best bet and to not live my life based on some fantasy. Soon after, I turned 7 and was immediately put to work. I had to till the fields with my bare hands every day, receive whippings every day, and be fed the worst, stale food, every. single. day. I was a slave, in every sense of the word. The saiyan kid would bring his friends out to the fields sometimes to just throw rocks at me and call me terrible names. It was a disaster. What kind of kid, no matter the race, deserves that kind of atrocity upon them? That was my life, every day with no breaks for 29 years, until I could finally break myself free. I trained my Ki, gathered the strength, and killed the two saiyan guards that protected the ships. I fled from the planet, ending my own slavery. Once I disregarded that goddess lie that they told everyone, I could true be free. I've had one hell of a tormented life, but I've come out on the other side."
Caesar would take a breath, being winded from his own speech of life. He hated looked back on it, but the hate fueled him further. He could forget all about Daika and any sort of kindness he showed him. He would take vengeance.
"So, in summation, once I'm strong enough, I'm going to go back to Vegeta, and destroy the disgusting planet. I'll take my time killing every single saiyan. And once I'm done with that, it should be easy enough to kill all of the kagami as well. They are a rather weak race. Only then will I have my true payment. Looking back, I actually appreciate what they did for me. They gave me a solid, by the numbers reason to end all of there lives. I appreciate that."
The blond warriors eyes would flare a red color, his energy building. All this talk had made the kagami look back at his life, and his hate was renewed.
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Apr 17, 2016 6:07:25 GMT
While you spoke of tempura udon as your order, you saw him prepare his tools already with a visible knife in his hands, dull in its edge, it was obviously not made for the use of combat or even cutting through most things. Yet here you are, with the blade slashing through the dough that had been prepared before hand with long strands of Sanuki style noodles starting to be dumped within the bowl of hot water. Ayumu his eyes keeping eye contact with you, even when you tried to rub your eyes with that shocked expression there was he, with his weapons close on him, a knife for cooking and his heart in his other hand figuratively preparing to stab through the thickest darkness just to get close to you for making certain you are okay while starting to dice the vegetables ontop of this searing hot plate to prepare them. Chosing a few specific ones, like the mandrake or the Northern gem fruit that were rather interesting alien fruits that had solidified themselves in the earthern biological nature. Constantly bringing forwards a rather peculiar appearance of the items while it was a rather sweet scenting dish, a betraying scent with the peppers slowly being diced up, all but their seeds which were finely crushed and used for a paste within this dish.
"I have never been ready, i have..."
Ayumu spoke while smiling softly, listening to the first things he had to say, about his lineage, about his race, before a certain fact didn't strike correctly towards him while taking in a deep whiff and shaking his head softly.
"Half, Probs half konatsian too, As somebody who has cooked for a few years i know the scent of ruffians and others... Congratulations i suppose, but you cannot take everything i say one hundred percent seriously you know? Maybe im wrong, or maybe i am just hiding how right i can be at points."
It was then that his story began, with the story going into details about the slavery done by the saiyans, it even went as far as to detail the exact events of his life up till the ripe age of 29, where Ayumu was only faced with a sudden strange nerve of wanting to talk about his own issues too, to share what was truely going on before slowly shaking his own head.
"You may not believe me... No, who the fuck would believe a random old man..."
He repeated once again, with a smile visible on his face, letting out a soft laughter sounding just like gishishishishi, rather peculiar aint it? But what he brought forwards was a pink coloured bowl that was the size of somebody's head with the tempura as big as a earthling their hand, captured from a few monster lakes that had rather massive increases of sizes it was then that this homely flavour would be apparent in this dish. A spicy yet homely flavour that made one think of the place that they belonged while giving that sharp sting of how home may be too much to stay eternally at, almost as if to signal the appearance of a cage itself while slowly bringing a cinnamon stick to his mouth and starting to chew on it.
"Revenge brought slavery, Revenge brings slavery, Do not just slaughter everybody because of a public image... I get you are justified in your own point but trust me when i say this. Earth is a victim of the saiyans for a long while, yet we still accept those we deem worthy in our hands, we need people who are capable of conversing with other races and unite them while we continue to expand."
Taking out a piece of paper about a few land sections that were bought with specific climates that could make you wonder if it was even sane to live there... Unless you were one of the common races of outside our planet earth.
"Revenge can be done alone, which may end in a thousand versus one while the greater forces force you to submit... Or i could offer you a job as a person who could help us, Earth, get connections with the arcosians, namekians and everybody back together so we once again will be able to join hands and protect everything we hold dear."
Slowly closing his eyelids, Ayumu would take in the sight of his own memories before then speaking softly.
"I have waited for a few hundred years while wondering if revenge was truely okay, being fed upon by a demonic plant demon who could kill me at any moment, yet i have been granted a chance to survive after slavery too. Why waste such a chance when you are given such a open ending to your opening? Think about it, please, but if you want too i can put you to work now."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2016 8:11:50 GMT
As the blond warrior paused in between his lines, the cook behind the stand that was in the process of cooking had begun to sniff the air. He made a face as if something didn't sit right with him, maybe something was off with his own cooking. Caesar hadn't planned on the food to be good anyway; he assumed that this free food was a way to somehow gain publicity or some kind of attention in the public eye. Perhaps it could be a way to gain information about people and sell that to some kind of Earth company that needed it. In either case, the blond warrior was very wrong. As it turned out, the man had been sniffing Caesar out, saying that he was only half, and half konatsian at that. The message that the old man was trying to convey didn't actually make much sense until the kagami swordsman had finished the rest of his speech where it finally hit him. The man was trying to say that Caesar wasn't fully kagami, but rather half kagami and half konatsian. It wasn't very much later that the sudden shock came in, filling the presumably hybrids body with confusion. Could such an accusation be true? It wasn't strictly true that Caesar was fully kagami, after all, which made this revelation all the more possible. He hadn't known his mother really at all, besides an image of her face when he was born that he'd somehow remembered, and his father was completely out of the picture. Giving it some more though, the kagami he called his mother was captured in deep space, not even making it to planet Vegeta where the rest of the kagami he'd known were from. Who knows where she was previously, or if she had happened to mate with specifically another kagami. The more the blond warrior had thought about it, the more sense it made. Every kagami he'd met had been pretty pacifistic in nature, and they all believed in this goddess, Irith, which to this day infuriated him. He had known the Konatsian's to be a guardian race, strong warriors that fought for what they believed, and used a sword as their main we-... It made sense. Caesar did feel an unnatural care for his own blade, which in an of itself was strange. Maybe he was a hybrid of the two races. It would actually make the former slave a bit happier than he had been. Of course, this man could be wrong and his magical sense of smell abilities could be exaggerated, but even if it was a guess, it'd be a pretty strong one. Even Caesar, who had lived his entire life as a kagami and sure of his cursed heritage couldn't immediately disprove it. As the thought bounced through the blond swordsman's head, the old man spoke up again, saying he didn't need to believe him, and it was natural not to trust some random old man. Once he mentioned this, the gray haired man was already putting the finishing touches on the dish that Caesar had ordered. It looked delicious, and the smell was actually quite divine. With a rather unique and interesting laugh, he set the bowl in front of the former slave. Without too much hesitation, Caesar had begun to dig into his food, trying to capture every taste he could sense. There were a few things he noted about the dish right away, the first of which being that it was the best food he had tasted in his entire slave life. While that wasn't saying much, the poor boy hadn't known food could get to this kind of level. It was spicy flavor, bringing out every single taste bud the boy had. the taste flowed down the alien's throat into his stomach quickly, although not as quick as he wanted. He had been taught all his life to save and store food he could gain since he wouldn't know when the next time he'd eat would be, but this time was different. He had finished about half of his well cooked meal not even a minute after the bowl was set in front of him. He actually had to stop himself or he'd immediately finish the rest and have finished his new favorite meal quicker than it came. He'd had a similar food-if you could call it that-when he first landed on Earth, but that couldn't even compare. Caesar would speak up about how delightful the food was so far, but the grayed man began to speak. He spoke of revenge, and the clear want of it from the kagami hybrid. He also spoke of the saiyan's and how they had done horrible things to the Earth as well, but that they've also accepted some as their own, as well as many other races. The man spoke as though he had hundreds of years of experience, which was all but confirmed when he spoke of his own revenge. He ended his own dialogue with a very good point as well as a surprise offer to Caesar. He'd offered Caesar some sort of job, or work that he could perform for him. The idea wasn't lost on Caesar. After all, the hybrid didn't have anything else he could do. He was looking to get stronger, strong enough that he'd never be a slave to anyone again, which is why he resonated with this man. The blond haired swordsmen wanted to get a few points out before he gave an answer. "A konatsian...I don't know. In a lot of ways, it makes a lot of sense. I know a little about their race, and from what I can tell about myself, that could be true. I have, however, lived my entire life as a kagami. I've grown to hate the saiyan race as well as my own previously, the kagami. That kind of strong, long rage doesn't just go away quickly. I'm willing to admit that my want to destroy the saiyan's is more so that I'd never be a slave to them again, nor anyone else. I understand that part about revenge. They say that when you're plotting that kind of thing, you might as well dig two graves. But I didn't really mind digging two, even if the other was for me. I always figured my life would be some sort of catalyst, a change upon the universe, if you will. I hadn't thought too much about a life for myself. If you're really offering me a job old man, I suppose I'll take it. If only because you served me amazing food, as well as listened to my story. I wouldn't mind hearing yours either, although I understand it could be hard to follow my own. I've led a terrible life that nobody should have to go through. Also, I suppose this is a little late, but my name is Caesar. It's actually really nice to meet you."With that last bit of dialogue, Caesar would begin to tear into the rest of his tempura, finishing it off swiftly. The taste hadn't faded at all and was just as good as the first bite. A true delicacy. _______________________________________________________________________ In summary: Caesar said yes. Nostalgic Ayumu
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Apr 17, 2016 15:02:44 GMT
While giving a soft smile to this person that was before him, Ayumu could not even comprehend the amount of simplicity in this moment, nothing complex, nothing too hard. It was just a group of people taking their time to enjoy a meal as he had already made half of it dissapear with not a single sign of stopping before realizing it himself. Causing the old fart of a man to bring his hand to his mouth while letting out a patient chuckle that was showing his age of enjoyment of even the smallest details. Somebody who truely appreciated life and brought every single step of his life on a path of enjoyment, to not let anybody take his pride and honour away. But with that feeling of power that was starting to become apparent in your eyes, Ayumu couldn't take his eyes away, glaring intensely within the moments you were distracted. Making certain to go over a list of fail safe's to make certain nothing too badly would happen before taking out a small piece of paper, starting to note on it softly. Scribbling a few misdrawn pictures, you could see them representing something along the lines of a horror story. A few children with blackened eyes and a few adults, each crying a black liquid from their eyes while a old man sits in the back, using the background of white on the sheet of paper itself to depict its tears.
"A konatsian...I don't know. In a lot of ways, it makes a lot of sense.
Softly reacting to what you are saying, he showed his attention to your conversation with soft, simple remarks.
"Indeed it does, doesn't it?, being a halfbreed is more than just being two diffrent kinds of dna, its about having loving parents from over the galaxy itself"
Making his eyes slowly be raised towards the roof of the building, through a single gap while seeing the sky, seeing the clouds, yet he saw far beyond that, not looking at merely something like that. He was looking towards the stars and space itself, that never ending abyss that could have been filled with a billion people to connect with, yet here we are. Stuck with our lonesomes on this cold rock that had multiple changes in weathers... In that endless dark space of murder, blood and defeat... Were two parents who had brought themselves together. A loving care and a honest appearance to truely accept each other. Bringing forwards a beautifull child, somebody as pretty and perfect for them as you, while these words werent spoken, his entire posture would have given this away while starting to prepare a second dish for the moment you had finished this one.
"Konatsian are a pridefull race... That is all i am allowed to say, Maybe even the hero of the others is taking a soft break..."
Giving a painfull look before noticing a certain statement by you, causing him to look shocked for a moment, quickly calming and hiding it, it was a path that he didn't want to show to anybody in his life while clutching his fist on one of the wooden chopsticks, causing it to slowly turn into a fine wood paste of pressurized wood dust. A thin strand that slowly fell on the floor before coughing lightly and speaking towards you with his usual cheery tone.
"Hate the race, but please, promise me to never hate the people themselves, You have met them before as i am certain of this. Not everything revolves around us, we are not a chosen group of people, even when saving a few people means you get called out as a hero. So let me tell you the story of some fuck up hero shall we?"
Having served the second bowl of your favourite meal, he then moved the horrific picture closer towards you and tapped it softly, his kind smile was uncanny at this moment. Emotionless, cold, hardened, it was from somebody who had faced a long period of time under pressure that nobody would have imagined before slowly speaking.
"Let us talk about the story of Ayumu, A old failure who has managed to not make a diffrence, but why would i say this? Let me say i know him all too well."
Slowly starting to speak, his pace was a rather slow one, yet he kept his hands busy by making small snacks and pouring ourselves a few drinks to keep our lips moistured, to keep our stomachs silent and our attention sharp.
It all began with a weakling on earth, Well, It has been known for many people that using ki is a basic ability in these day and age, kids even naturally learn how to fly for god sake. Yet here he was, This man known as Ayumu was somebody fascinated by the title of hero and brought himself from one place to another, striving to succeed those people. Striving to succeed the basic idea of a hero, even when his powerlevel was permanently stuck at 1. He was weaker than most humans by a sheer massive factor of five times, normally somebody that is four times as strong as you is overkill, but five times for a normal kid? He was completely doomed, incapable of fighting back, yet he did travel around the world, constantly suffering abuse from his own people, suffering abuse from other races who were aggresive, even people who pulled weapons and scarred his body...
It was at this moment that a few of the discolourations on the body of this man became apparent, the steam starting to die down from after the two bowls he had been preparing for you, his arms, limbs... everything was covered in thick scars while some were made from litteral hole bore into his body. The amount of willpower one had required to survive in those situations should have been immense, yet this was a mere struggle. How could this man complain about something along the lines of just trying to strive for your dreams?
It was the concept of freedom that was being taken away when he had finally managed to find a woman, when he had finally managed to get kids, his first mistake being trying to protect his own wife. Giving away his own life to protect her, he could feel the powerlevel of his own wife slamming into his back as he was flung into a wall, blood spraying out of his mouth while agonizing pain was embedded in his body.
Yet nothing was more painfull than seeing your own wife having to save something as useless as yourself due to a lack of power. It was a mere mistake to even attempt to hold justice up so far, but i knew i could not just abandon hope and take the quick end. I had children to raise, grandchildren to be there for. With responsibilities crushing down on me, my body being assaulted by age, everything just slowly spiralled further out of controll. From the moment where my entire family was brought upon a slaver ship and used for drug tests, from the moment where i have to tell these grandchildren of mine that their parents are just gone temporarily to get us out of the cabins. Even when they were filled up to the brim with medicine where i had to watch a child of five claw out his own neck due to the stress of these medicines destroying his mind.
Everybody is gone now although, With a meteor hitting the bandits and dropping me on a planet that for centuries devoured my flesh in a slowly consuming endless progress of death, i continued to strive for life.
Changing his tone from the person 'Ayumu' To myself, i hoped to make this man realize that going for revenge was something that could destroy us all. If i were to live for revenge, who should i care for?
If i were to live for the sake of murder, how would i ever find the care of my own hands touch the flesh of the living?
Slowly moving his hands from the table while clutching them softly, Ayumu was his name... Looked downwards, before raising his head and glaring into your eyes. A thick and powerfull willpower etmitting from his entire body while he spoke loud and clear in a honest attitude.
"Who the fuck are we to waste the lives given by everybody around us? We have been protected even when we didn't notice it. There have been people at every corner even when you think you did everything for yourself. It is why i bring myself to give a chance for everybody their lives to progress. So... Did i top you or was i incapable of giving my own history?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2016 5:33:00 GMT
The man that had served Caesar his food, the man behind the stand, had a very calming facial feature on. His mouth was constantly bent upwards, as if he was the happiest man alive. Despite such a mundane interaction and such a sad tale, the man was clearly able to continue smiling through it. The blond hybrid would certainly take this as an aggression, but it was so calming, as well as another thing that had just come to mind. This man behind the ramen stand reminded the blond swordsman of what a grand parent is. Never knowing his parents, let alone his grand parents, it was safe to say that his interaction with family was very minuscule. This man, however, felt like family to Caesar in the moment, or at least how the kagami boy had felt family should be. Greeted by a warm smile, Caesar would come home to his parents who were always excited to talk about his day as well as be proud of his accomplishments, no matter how small. The warm smile was a big part of this, so much so that it was a bit off putting at the same time. But Caesar would secretly enjoy it no less. The old grayed man would take the conversation to the boy's heritage, saying that he was lucky to be a hybrid, as it meant love from all across the galaxy had come together to make the swordsman. It would be gag inducing if the man hadn't also followed it up with a bit about what the swordsman's other race was like. They were prideful, possibly strong. The concept had titillated Caesar, if only slightly, and the prospect of being apart of a warrior race was hard to no be excited for. He had already considered himself a warrior, a freer of his own mind and body. The fight had just been easier to win, but it was a win no less. He wouldn't let another take his own saiyan kills away from him. Perhaps the grayed old man could tell what Caesar was thinking, as he started to make a second dish, and he continued talking about hating races, and that that in essence, was fine, but hating the people was another thing. Truly, this man had been a confusing one. "You can hate the race, just not the people" was an interesting thought, and he followed it up with some more knowledge. He had met with a saiyan recently that had been perfectly fine. Had he not been the race he was, the two would have gotten together stunningly. It was a bit unfair, as the two could have had a great friendship, but perhaps it was for not. It just didn't seem like Caesar could put behind his hate just yet. The man had finished his two cents of the matter while saying that the world didn't revolve around the hero's, and despite the title, some didn't wish to be that way. They had merely saved a few people and the title was thrust upon them. More analysis on this topic was needed, but it would have to be later. The man began to speak of a story. Having been served his second dish, Caesar would relax during this time of eating, going slow enough to enough the meal, but also so he could hear every word the man spoke. With this man, it seemed like every word was a portal to another world. So new but interesting as well. The story started giving the name of a man by the name of Ayumu, who apparently been a failure. At this point, the gray man couldn't just keep his hands still on just the story so he continued to make snacks and drinks, to which Caesar delightfully accepted. The story was long, every word had kept the blond warrior on edge, from the powerless boy, all the way up until he'd been an old man. About halfway through the tale, Caesar had finally taken notice on some marking on the old man that had been serving him, and the answers had become clear. It was something the the hybrid didn't even want to accept as someone else's fate, even as the man had proclaimed himself to be Ayumu. It was tough hearing something like this, especially after the young boy had the gull to act as though he had it the most rough. As the man started to finish, giving his take on the world and all the people we haven't seen in the background that had been here for us the entire time, Caesar's eyes had begun to water. It was embarrassing, and even though he'd wipe the tears away from his face, his cheeks were still pretty red. It was emotional, the entire story. Caesar had done plenty of crying in his early life, but had eventually developed such a thick skin based on the presumption that he was apart of the worse things possible. He had been tortured, sure, but never gone through love, had children, and had such things taken away from him. It seemed like this man's entire life had been filled with tragedy. It was unfair, the most unfair thing that Caesar had ever heard. At the end, the old man had asked if he was able to top Caesar's story with his own history. The blond boy was actually a bit upset, as it should be clear and at this point it was a bit overkill on his own. Caesar would answer, a bit choked up and a little pissed at the old man's past, but he would try to sound like his normal self. "Yeah Ayumu...old man, you got me. That was much worse. I can't believe you've had to live with pain like that for however long it's been. I though I had it bad...shit. I'd like to say you were lying, but the pictures around here and your own scars...they validate your story for you. I just...can't believe someone with luck worse than mine out there. How old man...how do you live with all of that pain? So much that you can be fine with not taking revenge? I could help you, I'm willing to kill whomever hurt you like that. Nobody deserves something like that in their life. Just name a name, I'll find them for you. Was this the job you wanted me to do? Because you've properly convinced me."Caesar would be missing the point a bit, having his own hate falter just to regain for someone else. It wasn't his fault, the poor boy just saw the world in black and white a little too much. ________________________________________________________________________________________________ Give him a smack Nostalgic Ayumu(No but really just do what you'd do. Sorry for taking so long with this, it was hard to respond to such a sad past.)
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Apr 18, 2016 15:17:33 GMT
While you spoke about murder, you could see his body starting to tense up, it was almost as if to assure you that it was not the case, with your knowledge once again starting to take the wrong turn with his words coming out in a strange kind of tone. It was such a warm tone, such a kind tone that it wouldn't have belonged to the story that was told before. It was one that people expected from their own grandparents that simply brushed their heads and fed their kids little treats to pass the time of their demise that was slowly closing in, living in a honest living to give love to those that they cared for mostly.
"If you kill a person they will just come back won't they? From revival to becoming enemies with just another group... Everytime you bring your hand down for cold, hard justice, you can expect the enemies to come back stronger, more vicious and even more dangerous than before."
Hopping out of the stall, over the stone cooking plate without touching it and even over your head before landing solidly behind you on the ground, creating a soft ring of air that travelled outwards with a rather slowly travelling speed, picking up a bit of dust and rubble from the ground.
"You need to learn how to manipulate your own emotions like a fine sword, keeping them in tow and refusing to give in to the darkness that you have created in that hole of your heart"
Spinning around while showing his cane, causing energy to slowly seep out and form a keyhole in a large heart shaped figure that floated infront of us rather nicely. Slowly making its way upwards and downwards, making a strange soft humming noise as it spinned around incredibly patiently, making you wonder if it was truely even moving.
"Yet to fill this darkness, To fill this hole that can simply shatter your body and cause everything to explode outwards you need to think outside of your emotions and learn to handle things in the right aspect."
Bringing his cane forwards to tap the heart that was floating, it would create a soft shattering sound on the floating magical energy, causing cracks to form on the heart before a small explosion was seen, not harming anything in the vacinity but fragments did rain down upon the nearby area, causing the ground to lightly shine for a moment before dying out.
"Or else you will burn down and cause yourself to die from either a stupid decision, from a stupid answer or even something like your emotions making you follow a path towards a dead end where even humans would be standing against you in war... Just like i have once faced off myself against..."
With a sudden surge in powerlevel, you could see the woman that was within the stall starting to stir and lt out a even louder yawn before throwing herself outside, flipping over the cooking plate while spinning a few times over the ground, kicking the air just infront of Ayumu and stopping herself while raising her fists.
"She will be lowering her power level to fight you."
That was his first reaction, it wasn't anything more than a simple challenge, yet if you were to look deeper into it, the conversation from earlier... Was he going to show you how somebody who hasn't done much more than bring forwards a being who has suffered just as much as you but managed to overcome it, what exactly the diffrences in skill would be? Surely people grow on suffering, yet there was a strange dedication in the eyes of the woman as she cracked her knuckles, using ki suppression to lower her power just to the right level to make things a challenge but completely fair towards you, preventing herself from completely transforming at any point.
"Ayumu, Let me continue"
She spoke, her voice was a rushed one, it had a certain charm to it, like a sweet nectar coming from a wasp hive, that sharp stinger hidden underneath it but you were easily able to sense the danger from within it.
"My name is Hana, you can consider me the fighting potential of this old fart of mine, bound upon his body i take his entire power and push it to the fullest potential, yet it doesn't mean he gets to do jackshit. It just means that he is not fighting for one, i am not fighting for one, but we are always putting both our lives at risk. This also means that we have no time to worry ourselves over something in our past clouding our judgement, because let me be honest... Who the hell would want the people you love currently to be hurt just because you deem yourself too angry to think clearly right?!"
Slamming her foot against the ground with great gusto she raised her fists as two sticks came out of her sides, slowly dropping down two large double sided claymores, sticking deeply in the ground with vines running upwards on her arms like whips.
"So are you ready to see why you are going to have trouble comparing to real warriors in the future with a heart as clouded as yours in this very moment? Come at me, have the first blow, as that will be the first blow of many in this fight."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2016 19:23:11 GMT
Once Caesar was finished offering his deal to Ayumu, he expected the man to want to agree. Who wouldn't want an offer to have the people who killed your family extinguished? But that feel wasn't sticking with the old man. It was clear that he was visibly tense at the offer. It was as if he didn't care for the notion, even for a moment. His voice was still soft, like a grand father, when he spoke up again. He warned the blond swordsman that killing was essentially pointless, and that Caesar's enemies would come back revived and much stronger than before. It didn't seem possible to the former slave. He had never heard of people being revived and coming back to life. It was a strange notion, but it also opened some thoughts and doors for the young lad. Caesar was now thinking about death himself, as a possible way to get stronger still. It was interesting, but the young swordsman would need to save that idea for later. Something told him he wouldn't be dying, at least not today. He would get all the experience he could while still on Earth, and then his plan would take shape. What happened next surprised the young hybrid, as Ayumu had completely jumped out of his ramen food stall and onto the ground behind Caesar, creating a small air gust as he did. The dust would collect and hit the chair the boy was sitting in at a slow pace. Caesar didn't have to wonder for too long as to what was happening as the grayed old man had confirmed what the caused of this action was. For the hybrid kagami, he apparently needed to learn how to keep his own emotions in check, and use them like a fine sword, but for the darkness that had steeped in the hole in his heart, he'd need to decline that part from allowing it to control him. It was an interesting notion, but the boy still hadn't seen why he needed this "darkness" in his heart to be subsided. If that was the part of him that allowed the swordsman to kill with no regret, then this was something that could turn futile. The next thing Ayumu did was even more interesting, as he created a keyhole in a heart shaped figure before them. He stated that this darkness was consuming Caesar, and that it would eventually shatter his own body, and the young hybrid would need to learn to keep his emotions and learn to handle things in the correct way. Now this was getting the blond boy more on board, as his body shattering from his anger and rage was not something that could happen. He needed himself to stay at least as logical as he was now if he was to perform any sort of revenge. Ayumu made the heart shatter, the cracks being formed until the explosion which caused fragments to rain down. Some rained on Caesar, making his hair and lap filled with such tiny fragments. It was very real and true to his own body, he could tell that this grayed old man was very much on to something here. Although Caesar was willing to fight every saiyan, the hybrid konatsian didn't want this Earth against him. He would take on whatever the grayed man wanted him to, but what actually happened greatly surprised the former slave. The girl that Caesar could slightly see over the counter when Ayumu was serving them food had powered up immensely and jumped out of the food cart that was now behind Caesar out into clear view. Standing right next to Ayumu, it was clear that she was a strong person. Although the old man had a serene flow of essentially no Ki, this woman had a fierce amount, it was bundled up inside her. The young former slave had taken note of this sudden increase in power, as he wanted to remember the top of it. It seemed much more than his own, but he'd make up for it greatly. That was when he heard the again interesting voice of the women who identified herself as Hana. Hana was all of the old man's fighting potential bound into one body. However, there arrangement was so, that way they would be fighting for each other instead of just being alone. She brought up a point that Caesar found interesting, but also almost insulting. Hana had brought up loved ones, and that one shouldn't hurt them through their anger. Caesar would speak up, but the woman had taken an action of getting two large swords in her arms and vines up and down her body. It looked interesting, but Caesar could immediately tell that this woman was not only challenging him to a fight, but to a sword fight now less. The blond and young hybrid could feel his lust for battle growing as he made a few counter points of his own. "Okay, a few things about what you said first. These "loved ones" you speak about...I have NO ONE. Nobody in my life has made it to even "friend" status, let alone was worthy of my love. I was a slave. I don't know if you know what that means there Hana, but it means that I didn't get the choice to do anything. I couldn't just meet new people and fall in love, or have cool friends to always be there for me, no matter how much I wanted it. So I always just closed myself off, allowing what your...friend? What is your relation together? Anyway, it's what Ayumu said, there IS a darkness in me. I agree that I should probably learn to control it. So I will go along with whatever he says."At this point Caesar would be pointing to Ayumu. "That man has at the very least, earned my respect. His words are very gentle, and I like that about him. So I'm willing to learn all I can here...but I promise you, Hana, that I will bring out your full fighting potential."Pausing to wait for any words on behalf of Ayumu or Hana, Caesar would draw his sword and set his sights on Hana. The girl had two swords to his one, but the boy was fairly certain of himself still. After all, this was something only he could do. Charging at the girl with his blade reared back, he would reach the girl rather quickly, taking a sharp cut at her with his sword at her left thigh. If she blocked this, he would bring the blade down closer to the ground and use it as an axis to swing his body around and kick the right side of her face with the intention of sending her back a bit. If none of these things worked, Caesar would be on guard. ________________________________________________________________________________ Nostalgic Ayumu
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Apr 18, 2016 19:54:04 GMT
While you brought forwards a honest answer, a answer filled with your emotions that brought forwards just even more agitation from this woman called Hana as she nodded slightly. Wanting to speak about his lack of friends, about how he must have seen no loved ones, yet his eyes only contained themselves within the nearby area that his eyes perceived. Every person in the world that could have been seen at the same time? That would be a sight to behold she thought to herself while noticing the rather swift dash forwards with a prompted slash towards her left thigh, one she merely whipped towards one of the stuck blades for, pulling herself away whilest tossing her other arm towards one of the other blades, causing the whip to lash out, onto the handle of the other double sided greatsword before a spinning whirl was given on the whip. A cunfusion manuever at first as it would have no use in battle, just making the blade starting to spin rather fiercely as she kept speeding it up more and more whilest still in the moment of mid air before kicking off, litterally against solid air.
"You are getting in something way over your head, you are forgetting the hearts of people who merely pity you or people who have placed their palms on your back. Yet your blade carries a edge fueled by deceit, something that isn't truely you, but just the darkness that one can sense..."
The pull into the air caused her whips to move in a rather omnious motion, tossing the blades a single feet forwards before bright red flashes started to become visible as they soared towards you over the ground, reminiscent of a certain kind of wheel skeleteon of a dark game, but manipulated by a puppeteer with her vicious whips, they were nothing short of a little art project within a battle, a real battle, where she didn't give a single crap if you got hurt. Landing far enough away to make certain your blade would need another dash in to get even close to slashing her apart. Yet it was her bodily visuals that were shocking, showing a weird growth as the vines and blades were made from her own bodily parts, grown up and tossed forwards for immenent doom?!
"Ceasar, Ceasar, You must never forget that it is darkness that you must master, while bringing forwards the sheer momentum of a person their collective soul, my connection with Ayumu is nothing short of what you are trying to master. I am his darkness, i am a being that eats away at his life, i am his spiritual fighter who took away his only potential at fighting. Weakening him to a state where even a fly could be considered his death, and i relish in the fact that you will be unable to do jack shit to stop my crusade to stop this effort. You are weak, Pitifully weak, just as weak as one would expect... So do not even dare give in to the darkness!"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2016 20:30:47 GMT
Caesar was confident of his maneuvers, but they were essentially for naught. His first slash all the way to his kick were evaded by the girl and her vines. His kick actually was the most off base, as the girl was further away by the time he could even begin. Although he had failed in his initial attack, the hybrid kagami wanted to gloat a bit about him pushing her back. Hana's power greatly exceeded his own, of this he knew, but even pushing her back was worthy of some kind of trumpeting his own power. However, as the boy opened his mouth to start, the vine whip girl had started to speak words of her own. She spoke of Caesar's previous remarks about love and how he had nobody in his life. The girl with two claymores essentially said that Caesar had forgotten others, those who pitied the boy or wanted to be there for him but couldn't due to his own personality, as well as those who pushed him forward. Of these matters, the former slave couldn't really speak of whether or not someone wanted to help the boy, although he'd like to see it as no one, the number was certainly about 0. And for the matter of helping him forward, of this he had no doubt that the number was 0.
Oh wait.
It was higher than that still, especially as of now. What had this old man been trying to do this entire time, and now this girl? They had a clear goal that they stated that needed to be fixed about Caesar if he was to not explode from his own darkness. Was this kind of thing pity, or some people truly trying to help? The answer couldn't be more blurred for the young hybrid, but it was clearly the latter. People were probably trying to help the poor boy all the time and he just couldn't see it. With all of this hatred he'd kept so close to him, was he in turn pushing away anyone that wanted to spend time with him, creating a self fulfilling cycle of hate? Although Caesar didn't necessarily care about having hatred, this kind of thing needed to stop. He had plenty of sad emotions bordering on anger based on the lack of people in his life, and that the answer was so simple, he had been slightly more upset with himself. All this time it was him. Maybe...just maybe...
The blond swordsman didn't actually have any further time to think on this issue because it was clear to him now that the vine girl had started her own attack. Her blades came forward into the ground and using her vines, she spun them faster and faster until she eventually released them to her mark, which was Caesar. As they were in the process of moving, the girl spoke up again, stating that despite all of his darkness and hatred that he would be useless to stop suck an attack. In fact, he was so weak that giving into the darkness could be the last thing he ever did. It was a revelation that Caesar could have done without, but essentially needed to hear.
The spinning cartwheeling blades came at the former slave, to which he drew he own blade to respond with. Taking a low stance, he would catch the one twirling blade with his own and lift it high into the air to avoid him. He knew that the girl could probably still do whatever she wished with the claymore, as it was still attached to her vine. The other spinning blade came to Caesar and would run him over, stabbing him at equidistant points on his body unless the girl decided to stop it. The cartwheeling vine blade would slightly rip his clothing, but definitely open up some wounds on his body, causing bleeding down his shirt and pants, but on the inside. The blood would seep through slightly, giving signs that he'd been hit. Presumably the blade would continue along it's path after it had hit the boy, so he'd charge a Ki blast for a few moments and unleash the attack on Hana. Hopefully it would hit her or make her lose concentration from the blades long enough for Caesar to attack again.
"That damn hurt there, Hana."
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Apr 18, 2016 20:56:27 GMT
While you looked towards the blade spinning in attempting to take the blow, a certain surge of energy would be felt around you, as the blade's blow was only on your clothes, hands starting to become visible that were located on your body as you had taken the blow yet you came off harmlessly whilest firing a rather mighty blow of energy towards Hana. Reaching out her own hand, she then suddenly gritted her teeth before starting to let out a powerfull roar and shouting words at you.
"Well, i will be suprised that something like that will even fucking hurt you! What you felt wasn't physical pain, it was emotional pain, what you felt wasn't just a blade that was projected forwards to slice your physical being but a weapon carried by my own goddamn emotions!"
Tearing off the whips that were attached to her own arms, causing a red blood to start trickling down before a small faint blue energy started to seep out of her body. Constantly surging, pulsing, almost as if something was embracing hana her entire being, spreading her arms apart and taking the full blow of your ki blast, striking deep and causing a large gash to form on her torso, plant tentacles visible within the wound as they were wriggling before she simply grinned and smiled, black oozing blood starting to slowly flow out of the wound while she then brought her arms to be crossed over each other, using one of her fingers to tap the air repeatedly to keep her balance in the air.
"Who the fuck do you think is powering our abilities? We do not fight with just Ki, Physical strenght and that is it... We fight alongside sprites and beings from other fucking planets that cover our bodies in what they are. Mana, Magick, Whatever the fuck you call it."
Slowly closing her eyes untill they were tiny slits glaring at you, her energy slowly starting to surge upwards, yet she didn't move, she refused to move. Every single motion of her body was gone, apart from that single moving mouth that spoke right where it hurted the most.
"You are forgetting the sheer fucking fact that we are not fighters, we are not heroes, with even the casters of the past cursing our future efforts, even with karma spreading apart before us and showing us a doomed future..."
She then spread apart her arms, fully pouring out her powerlevel as you noticed she was never expecting to have you even consider starting a fight, she didn't want to fight. Instead she played the bad guy so you would have poured your full emotion into that attack while bringing forwards internal conflict into you. Large tears in the air starting to crumble around her arms as she was seeping out magical energy, forming six large eyes gazing from those gaps before having them stare down towards you, these gaps were so far apart yet they looked to be in the correct placement for the beast that it was, high towering above the sky as she then slowly spoke towards you.
"THIS, is our darkness"
Pulling back her two arms and lowering them softly, she lowered her head, as the cracks slowly started to spread, bringing forwards the illusion that it would escape, that it would break free... That it would devour us all... Yet then it happened, it simply, collapsed down upon itself, a beautifull seal taking its place and burning within the air, slowly levitating and showing the determination hidden underneath this lass her appearance.
"My darkness is not as big as yours, Yet i can tell you for certain... I am capable of teaching you to transform... Accept my hand and let me pour in part of my darkness and you shall know why. You shall know why ayumu calls my darkness the light itself, but are you willing to put that trust within me?!"
Giving the offer to unleash your hidden potential, giving you the offer to teach you how to call upon it on her own, if you were to accept this you would be marked with the insignia of Ayumu as a burning flame on your left side of your upper torso, where normally on somebody's gi is a symbol of their tutor. But be warned, this will also teach you how to ascend to the first path of magical manipulation, to controll the fine essence of mana itself, the greater power of everything around us.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 19, 2016 2:33:23 GMT
Caesar had looked down at his clothes to see what he assumed would be blood, only to find something that was completely different. Hands, little hands all across the former slaves body where the blade would have hit had formed, possibly protecting the blond swordsman from the blows.
Protection? Did she protect me as well? That...doesn't make sense.
While Caesar was shocked and in awe at his own body not being harmed by the terrible spinning blades attack, Hana began to speak again. The attack wasn't aimed at his body or anything that would damage him, rather it was pointed at his emotions, and possibly damaged his darker side. Hana was very passionate about this, yelling as though she was angry, but cared about the former slave. It was actually nice to hear, but what came after wasn't very good at all. Hana ripped the vines off of her body, causing blood to start flowing and a blue aura to appear. His attack was still fully on it's way over to the magical girl, to which Caesar was regretting.
"Wait, No!"
But it was far too late. The sound of the blast might've covered up Caesar's words of distress, but he wouldn't know. The vine girl had her arms outstretched as to take the force of the blast head on. The blast went deep, causing gushing black ooze to come out as plant tentacles writhed around inside her. The scene was an mix of gross and sadness. Caesar wanted to harm the girl, obviously, but he wanted her to fight back, not take his hit and shield him from hers. It didn't seem fair, which Caesar was all about, and he dropped his hand that was holding his blade to his side. He didn't see much use of it right now, as he was not in the mood to fight any longer. The plant girl spoke up about people's abilities, mainly ki, and that it wasn't just us doing these things, but the things around us that we cannot see aiding us and our prerogatives with their own natural abilities. She named a couple of different ways to think of Ki; one called mana was very familiar to Caesar. He had heard someone in his past call it that, although he wasn't sure as to who.
The girl spoke up again, this time insisting that "we" are not fighters or heroes, insinuating that either her, her and Ayumu, or a group of people they were involved with all knew this to be fact, but Caesar wouldn't have much time to think on that either. The girl was completely motionless until she spread her arms apart, causing the air to shake and the ground to rumble as six different rifts in space appeared as eyes, gazing down upon the poor swordsman. His mouth agape at this point, he had no idea how to react. She told him it was her darkness, finally unleashing the beast to come into their world. It was frightening, the entirety of it. It seemed impossible to exist and yet here it was. The beast looked to be death itself incarnated and Caesar didn't like it one bit. Was this what he was going for? what this what people saw in him? It was terrible, until it was suddenly replaced with a shining seal. The new beast showed determination and elegance, the true appearance of what Caesar assumed to be the soul of this young girl.
She spoke up to Caesar as he had dropped his sword entirely at this point. She acknowledged that her own darkness might not be as big as the former slaves, but that she could still help. If he gave her his hand, he'd be able to learn to transform, to make his darkness a strong light of determination, but he'd have to trust her. Did he have it in him? The girls hand laid in front of Caesar, and the offer looked very strong. The entire atmosphere was almost suffocating, as if there wasn't any capacity for another action. Finding it hard to breath, Caesar did his best to draw breath, but it was essentially for not. His mind was racing but the girl in front of him seemed so calm. He wanted to know how she did it. The blond warrior wanted to know how she could perform such feats but was able to stay by this man. This grayed old man, who made more sense to him than anyone else in his life. A man that Caesar couldn't help but feel safe by, that he didn't have to hide any insecurities. Of course, his answer was clear. Taking a short walk over to the young vine girl, he would outstretch his own hand and speak.
"I'm...a mess. I don't really know what I want from life. I expected that revenge would be a fine course and then at the end of the meal, I'd be dead. It didn't matter to me, as long as those that oppressed me my entire life were gone. My darkness...my hatred...I-I know now that I can't just follow that sad road till its end. That won't end well for anyone. So if I could, I will devote my life to the teachings of you two. I still can't help but feel anger towards the saiyans, but I know now what I must do.
Caesar would take Hana's hand with his own.
"I'll do what I can."
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Apr 19, 2016 11:44:50 GMT
While you dropped your weapon, stretching out this hand of yours towards her, you could see the sparks of energy starting to gather between yours and hers. Constantly surging violently as some of the bolts started to tear into the ground, crashing and pouring energy over the nearby enviroment. The flowers that had sprouted from the energy that fell down were slowly being torn apart, the nearby trees were catching fire with a crater slowly starting to form as you were starting to have trouble to even move forwards. It was not just a normal physical pressure, there was something emotionally burning within all three people here untill every single light in the area became extinguished, complete darkness. Eternally dark, there was nothing but a sudden flame that lit up from within the chests of everybody. These flames were incapable of bringing more light than just a mere small radius around them before you would realize not even your own limbs could be seen within this area. But the comfortable touch of her hand was still there, the soft flesh and touching of wooden tendrils encasing your hand as she started to speak in a accent that you were incapable of understanding. Although what was more important to listen too was the moment Ayumu started mentally talking towards you, bringing his emotional voice into yours as his flame started to surge softly along with hana's.
'You can imagine yourself like a valve, constantly pouring out energy at a certain interval, you have been trained with your history to truely believe that this is your maximum potential. But that is incorrect, any creature that senses their full power gets afraid and slowly closes off the valve untill they are more comfortable, causing them to waste this power.'
Two tendrils of fire coming from the flames from Ayumu and Hana as they started to move them towards you, constantly surging and beating like two hearts, he then slowly attempted to make a connection to yours. He for a split momented used the mere feature of his telepathic ability to talk via leylines to connect his own tiny supply of ki and hana's rather large supply of magical energy to kickstart that engine within you. To make that valve become able to move again and push its full potential out.
'Feel the energy, Feel it flow over you like a storm of water, accept the energy and harness it to your ultimate potential...'
Were some of his last forms, as everything suddenly started to brighten up, the energy that was hidden within you underneath this figurative valve being pulled upon to finally show itself up while his answer was rather simple. It wasn't anything big, it truely wasn't anything big as he had attempted to let you transform into something extremely calm minded, something extremely honourable as a true warrior.
"It is your life, it is now or never, you aint gonna live forever, so show me how you can handle this."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 19, 2016 12:43:01 GMT
It was strange. As Caesar had reached for the hand that appeared before him belonging to the vine girl, an amount of strange sparks appeared between the two. It was enough to make the former slave hesitate for a moment before continuing forward with his arm still outstretched. At this point, the entire scenery was starting to tear away, tree burn, flowers die, a crater forms between the three. It was strange, the entire thing. Caesar had never seen anything like this, especially from mother nature, but he assumed this to be apart of the plan as neither of the two trying to help him reacted even a little. It was totally normal for them, as it should be for Caesar. The blond swordsman would no longer stay his hand. He would abandon his previous convictions. He had no need for such a silly task. Here was his place, and he would take it as if it was the only thing he knew how to do. It was the smartest thing for him to do, and the path that would hopefully lead him to where he belonged. He was always looking for somewhere. The poor boy had felt ostracized his entire life, especially due to his slavehood. It was a difficult thing to overcome, yet he could feel it with every step closer.
His own emotions felt on fire. Never more clerical and confused in his life, the blond hybrid knew only one thing in this moment, and that was to continue on. The situation got even more confusing when the sun decided to turn off during the moment. At this point Caesar had already grasped Hana's hand. There were small lights, hardly making any light of the area, not making the darkness go away very much at all, but Caesar still felt her hand. It was soft, the kind you'd expect from a mother or a lover or something of the sort. There was a wooden embrace as well, something that the former slave was not expecting, but was not entirely unacceptable. It still felt personal, the connection the two shared for a bit. Once the vine girl began to speak, it was in a language or a form that was lost on the poor boy. What came after, was entirely decipherable. Ayumu, the old man, had begun to speak, but it felt different. It was almost like he wasn't hearing the man's soft voice, but feeling it, somewhere.
The important thing was that he could understand it. He spoke of potentials, and the maximum a person can have. Although people generally waste this kind of power, Ayumu was a man capable of bringing it out of the former slave. It was something the two could perform together, something that Caesar was greatly looking forward to. The two began to flicker with light more and more, the two creating a line connecting each to each other as well as the hybrid boy. The power began to surge to Caesar, more and more, tapping into his potential that he always had inside him. The area began to brighten, the mood shifted. It was clear that Caesar was stronger. Much stronger than he was. He felt power...as well as powerful. It was a dangerous feeling, something that someone like him could abuse.
With this I could kill a few more saiyans, I bet. If I was able to call on this power all the time, as well as get even stronger, soon even the queen with be-!
The hapless boy looked over to the two. Their eyes both looking different but essentially saying the same thing. It was really up to him to use this newfound power for good, not for what he wanted to previously. Looking down, Caesar saw his own hands. Hands that had killed before. Hands that had wanted to do only evil, killing solely for revenge. Looking back, it was clearly not a good path he would have gone done. Ayumu spoke up, saying he wanted to see how the boy could handle it. A smile formed on Caesar's face. This man knew how bad the former slave was and still trusted him enough to give him this power. It was almost foolish, or at least, it would be if it weren't Ayumu. With a chuckle, Caesar spoke, more kindheartedly than ever.
"You...Ayumu, this power...It is great. It's something that I've dreamed of. You knew I was a bad guy, not looking to help anyone ever. Why would you trust me? I must know...you could not have known that I would become better for this, could you have? ...Who are you old man. You're more interesting than anyone I have ever seen, met, or heard of. You seem to have all of the answers to every else's questions but your own."
Once again looking down at himself, Caesar powered up to his new maximum. It was a longer charge, and it certainly looked more entertaining. The wind had blown more harshly around them and rocks and the like had begun to rise before he reached the top. Once there, the boy would cease the ruckus that followed charging up. His new power was a couple times what it had been before. It was an interesting process that allowed him to reach this potential, and it seemed incredibly otherworldly. The two had spoke about other worlds and beings that we couldn't see allowing us to use this power called Ki. Caesar wondered if this really was the case as he continued.
"All of that before, I had never even imagined it would be possible. How can you two do that? It was fantastic. Just really...who are you two?"
Caesar would say as he looked down at his new Ayumu crest brand on his chest. It was a symbol he'd wear with pride, smiling as he looked at it.
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