Sorrel
Rising Soul
PL: 8,168
D. Oozaru (x10)
Zeni: 5,987
Tag: @max
OOC Name: AV
Posts: 102
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Post by Sorrel on Jul 14, 2016 2:40:45 GMT
"Well, that's something."Sorrel blinked, sizing up the pillar that towered above him. The only issue was that he couldn't size up something that he couldn't see the end of. His eyes weren't the strongest, but he was certain that structures so slim weren't supposed to extend beyond the clouds. He placed a hand against it, firmly pressing a few times to see if it deflected. To his surprise, it was as rigid as him during his Heran Harem dream. But that was a tale for another time. "I get it," he chimed while rubbing his palms together. He had already worked out the implications of the inconceivable structure in his head. It was obviously a challenge. Sure, he was gifted with the art of the sky dance, but clearly the tower dared whoever observed it to scale it with nothing but will and a good grip. Sorrel would oblige. He fixed a hand on the tower to test it, finding the grooves oddly textured yet conducive to being gripped. So he started, one hand at a time at first to get started. He soon added his feet to the formula once he cleared enough height to use the grooves as footholds. He smiled, chuckling. "This ain't so bad!"--- A few choice four-letter words and some hours later, Sorrel found himself frustrated and disheartened. This was supposed to be an entertaining test, but it only proved to be tedious. Granted, he was only taking so long because he underestimated the height of the tower while pacing himself. He sighed, looking up once again. He supposed he should at least pass the clouds before abandoning hope. Ironically, once his body passed through the white puff of moisture, he could actually see the base of a large structure. Increasing his pace made Sorrel more reminiscent of a squirrel than a monkey, but it was thanks to it that he reached the top in only a few moments. Or so he thought. After climbing into and on top of the large structure that seemed to hover due to its absurdly narrow base, Sorrel could only look on with more frustration as another, larger structure seemed to actually float above. "...You gotta be shittin' me."Well, after yielding no fruit from his first endeavor, he felt too invested to not continue on to the larger mass. Perhaps his temperance would be rewarded there! After reminding himself that getting his hopes up may only lead to further disappointment, he squatted firmly before pushing off the top of the tower with all the ki-enhanced strength his quads could handle. His body darted up like a rocket head, his climbing altitude clearly assisted by ki-induced flight. But he would allow that energy to dissipate as he came upon that floating mass. A single foot touched the rim of the lookout, as Sorrel questioned the stability of a floating platform. To his surprise, it did not move an inch. He set his other foot down with a blink, surprised to find himself perfectly balanced. He then raised his hands to his mouth to beckon whoever dwelled in the high place. "Oi, oi--!! Do I get a cookie, now?" He blinked, surprised to not see a living being atop the massive platform. Sorrel shrugged and sat in the same spot he had been standing, deciding he may as well enjoy the quiet atmosphere and meditate until whoever it was that dwelt in the high place made their return to it. Although he was an alien, he had been on Earth long enough to know it would be offputting if he tresspassed inside of the tower. But, as far as he was concerned, the non-gated open floor was practically public space! His hands planted on his knees and his eyes closed as he began taking deep breaths. Soon he was tranced in self-reflection, his breathing evening out so much that one may have mistaken him for a statue. ((8,168 Base PL))
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Post by EGG on Jul 22, 2016 1:26:09 GMT
[CURRENT PL: 4,500] [HEAVY WEIGHTS ACTIVATED] [THREAD PL:1125]
After having failed in Satan City, Egg's heart or whatever heart-like organ he had sunk into the pits of sadness and depression. The Pink and blue saibaman had failed in saving a person and, even though he saved pretty much everyone else in that burning building, the fact that Egg had been unable to find that girl and save her. She had died, just like the old man from long ago, and left a sad mother to brood and bask in complete and utter despair. All because Egg was too weak to go back into the building to save her, all because he ran out of steam.
Now wanting to find power in order to never feel like this again, Egg had decided to keep wearing the navy blue, heavy weighted cape it always was wearing on until dire times. And another way for the saibaman to atone for his sin of failing, Egg had been asking others for tips on how it could increase its own strength. Although most people ignored him or gave the little being such cockamamie answers such as swimming to the bottom of the ocean and back to the surface twenty times a day, there was one person who gave Egg a good answer because of the legends spoke about a place in the middle of the Western Frontier.
It is a lone pillar that, for as long as time has started according to legend, that stood many stories into the sky. It is said that the pillar stabbed into the heavens themselves, and acted as a gateway to where a heavenly being would bestow powers on those they deem to be deserving of its powers.
This man, although old as all hell, had decided to share this information with Egg and finally gave him a good tip. For some reason, Egg just believed in the sincerity in this man's voice, as it wholeheartedly reminded him of the old man's kindhearted nature back when he was alive to take care of the little Egg. Following up on this tidbit of information, Egg had traveled to the location that the man had pointed out and after what felt like an eternity of searching, he had finally found the supposed pillar.
Even though Egg had traveled entirely by foot, he felt little exhaustion as he gazed up the tower. The stories must have been true, as Egg could not see the top of the tower whatsoever. Smiling to itself, Egg took the challenge upon himself to start the perilous climb up the tall tower, glad that it had claws that allowed him to keep his complete grip onto the tower. The hero put it on himself to go ahead and complete this ordeal, in the hopes that it would make him stronger in the long run.
Seconds... Minutes... Hours... A couple days passed as Egg climbed the tower, struggling the entire time due to the heavy weighted cape on his back. Multiple times as Egg had climbed the tower it had nearly fallen because of his cape dragging him down or by how the wind caught his cape the push him away from the tower he was clinging onto for dear life while climbing. And there were points in which Egg literally had to stop and, in order to sleep in order to regain energy, used his talons to stab into the pillar in order make sure he did not fall from the pillar.
However, just as Egg could finally see the top of the the tower, Egg's excitement and happiness got the better of him as lifted his hands off of the tower and upward toward the sky in victory. The instant he lifted up his hands, a giant gust of wind picked up and caught Egg's cape, pushing him completely off of the tower by a couple meters. The pink and blue saibaman would start falling from the sky, barreling towards the earth once more.
Knowing full well that if it attempted to try and use ki blasts to get back to the tower itself, he would literally splatter and get his face dragged down the pillar in a visceral way. To make sure he does not die himself, he uses his Egg Barrier technique in order to make sure he did not splatter against the ground in a horrific fashion.
Once the Egg inside his barrier collided against the ground and the saibaman makes sure he was still alright, Egg would once again climb the tower, more than insistent to continue what it had started. In fact, the saibaman was very determined in order to make it all the way to the top in order to get that supposed strength he would get from the divine being at the top. After taking a little bit of a breather, Egg would start his climb back up the at breaking speed.
Two hours later, Egg made it back to where he was, but rather than celebrate prematurely once again, the small pink and blue being would focus on climbing all the way to the very top.
In no time at all, the saibaman climbed to the top of the tower, and was now sprawled out onto the white tiled flooring of the oddly shaped top of this tower. Back splayed out, Egg was doing his best to make sure he was able to regain whatever energy he wasted in making it up the tower almost twice. A goofy smile on his face, Egg would say out loud, "Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay... Now what now?"
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Sorrel
Rising Soul
PL: 8,168
D. Oozaru (x10)
Zeni: 5,987
Tag: @max
OOC Name: AV
Posts: 102
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Post by Sorrel on Jul 22, 2016 3:22:45 GMT
As skeptical as he was of dwelling upon real estate so many thousands of meters in the sky, Sorrel began to see the appeal in the sky tower. He felt the exhilaration similar to that of someone who managed to scale a mountain for the first time. The pride in their own strength and temperance, combined with the satisfaction of being at the top of some portion of the world. Though Sorrel had ventured atop every known mountain of Earth, he had never reached an altitude quite like this. It was clear in how far above the clouds he had to climb before finally reaching the first platform, and the fact that he had to fly up to the second platform.
Sorrel reached a point where he began hoping that the owner didn't return. Not until he got to enjoy the night sky from that altitude, at least. What did it take to build such a plateau? It looked so antiquated, surely it did not take advantage of recent technology. If he remembered correctly, Earthling history claimed its shaft had existed for millenia. Had the highest floor come before, after, or alongside the tower? Sorrel sighed. His curiosity, as usual, caused his meditation to not function as it intended. Rather than free his mind of distractions, he found himself wrapped up in several small details. But Sorrel always had a problem turning a blind eye to curious things. He was a scholar, after all.
"Ah~?" He smelled a new presence approaching, perhaps the homeowner that had plagued his mind since his arrival. The ki didn't smell human, though. In fact, if he didn't know any better, he would say that the ki smelled a lot like a Saibamen. But no empire would deploy one to Earth in this time of peace. Aside from that, they normally weren't so powerful. Sorrel maintained his meditative posture, but opened single eye to peak at the newcomer. A new curious phenomenon presented itself, and it would soon seize all of the Saiyan's attention.
In time, a pink and blue figure of familiar stature would present itself. Sorrel closed his eyes. He was hallucinating. Saibamen were green. They were green, they were weak, and incapable of proper speech. So why was this pink Saibaman with elite strength and enthusiastic speech before him. Sorrel peaked with one eye once more, visually confirming the creature's presence a second time.
"Ay, pinky. You're not a Saibaman, right? There's no way you're a Saibaman." His second eye opened to assist the first in accurately representing the scene before Sorrel. This Saibaman was dressed as a typical Earthling superhero, cape and all. Why would a creature created from the ill intent of his kind stand before him with the youthful joy of a boyscout? The situation grew stranger in his mind, though Earth did have a "humanizing" effect, as he liked to call it. That is, several malicious species that he had interacted with in space seemed much more amicable when encountered on Earth.
"I don't know why this blows my mind so much. But, to answer your question, I'unno! I just climbed up here a couple hours ago. I have no idea who lives here, if anyone even lives here."
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Post by EGG on Jul 22, 2016 6:48:30 GMT
Lying down for what felt like an eternity, Egg's body seemed to in a vertical direction in utter surprise by the words that were directed toward the pink and blue saibaman. Still on its back, it turned its head around in order to try and see who the owner of this voice was, finding it to be coming from some humanoid person a ways off on the tip of this half-spherical tower. The man approached Egg who was still lying down on the nice, cool tiled flooring. The saibaman would then remember that it could actually sense ki, and focused a little to concentrate on this man's ki, figuring that he was decently stronger than Egg's normal state of mind.
"Hey there," Egg would say with bated breath as it was still trying to catch its breath. It had literally gone up the lookout tower twice already, and was already feeling the effects of that on his energy already. However, despite his lack of energy, he brought up an arm in order to send a friendly wave over to the guy that was quickly approaching. This person would start speaking about how Egg couldn't possibly be a saibaman, as there was no way that Egg could possibly be a saibaman. The saibaman opened its mouth as it was about to say that he had no idea what he was, but stopped itself short as it had remembered what that boy from a while back called him. It was that same damn word, Saibaman. This coincidence was occurring too much to be completely unfounded, which meant that there is a high chance that Egg was actually a saibaman.
This time, the magenta and cyan Tennenman would open its mouth and actually formed words with its voice this time around, saying to the man, "Well... Name is Egg. I no know what I really am, but from I heard I am as what called Saibaman. I grew with human for two year, not knowing what me am. Don't matter, as I want be a hero." Egg winced a little as it uttered the word hero, as it would remember his catastrophic failure from a couple days ago. Reliving that constant reminder of how he outright was unable to save one helpless person's life weighed him down much more than any piece of weighted clothing ever could.
The Saibaman was still laying on the ground on, his back resting on top of his weighted blue cape which had blue shoulder pads. It was at this point that Egg was getting close to being back to normal energy levels. It was at this point that this person had mentioned that he only arrived a couple hours ago, and was still in a state of awe in how Egg being a saibaman is still blowing the memory muscle inside of his cranium. Then it would dawn on the little being that this man did not live on the tower either, meaning that he was not that divinely being that would bestow great powers onto him.
With a sight, Egg would pull himself up to his feet and ask the dark skinned man, "By way, you see me fall down tower or something? Had to climb tower multiple time because of accident. Also, you have name or no?"
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Sorrel
Rising Soul
PL: 8,168
D. Oozaru (x10)
Zeni: 5,987
Tag: @max
OOC Name: AV
Posts: 102
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Post by Sorrel on Jul 25, 2016 9:44:15 GMT
Oh, that was interesting. This Saibaman managed to continue the conversation. Sorrel had convinced himself that its limited use of words was merely regurgitation of phrases and exclamations it had seen other humans repeat. Though, he supposed, that was pretty much how most other sentient species learned any language. His surprise came from the appropriate placement of its words. You see, you could pretty easily repeat phrases in a language. But managing to conversate in it took a much more advanced comprehension of the language. It was this thought that made Sorrel resolve himself to continuing the conversation. He had to confirm it was no fluke.
Sorrel tilted his head, noticing that the Saibaman had hesitated in its response to his question. Egg's subsequent words seemed to echo a loss of identity that Sorrel knew all-too-well in a different form. It was funny. He never thought he would deem a Saibaman worthy of his interest, nor did he think he could ever sympathize with one. After all, they were technically supposed to be weapons. Up until this point, he didn't even think they were on the sapient spectrum. He was almost positive that they were driven by programming, something akin to an android. Then again, he never actually studied androids and bio-androids to comprehend the capabilities of artificial sapience.
"I see," he responded in a tone that sounded absent-minded. It was because he was busy analyzing everything. Sorrel made a habit of continuing a conversation even if he were meticulously surveying the person in question. The being's demeanor suddenly made sense, seeing as it was raised by a human. In his three years on the planet, the Saiyan had met many individuals of amicable temperament in contrast to their historically cruel and ruthless ancestors. Saiyans, Arcosians, and now Saibamen. All these creatures that were seemingly bred for war and whose names became synonymous with battle seemed to have a pleasant Earth counterpart.
"A hero?" he questioned with the same absent-minded voice, though one could only assume he was paying attention with how swiftly Sorrel interjected. This statement made perfect sense, though. Earthling culture revolved around communal growth. Many told romanticized tales of individuals with supernatural capabilities that used their strengths to protect and aid those that were too weak to care for themselves. These tales inspired hope in the hearts of the weak, that they may one day be strong enough to protect other weaklings. It was this hope that allowed many individuals of the species to surpass the elites of species considered naturally more suited for combat.
"I am Sorrel," he began in response to the more simple question while finally pulling back his investigative mode. He did not think the Saibaman could produce information more interesting than what he had just processed. The creature was oddly sincere, something easily attributed to its Earthling upbringing. Sorrel's head tilted in the opposite direction, attempting to process the Saibaman's prior question. It's language was somewhat fractured, though not too difficult to understand.
"Can't say that I did see that. I was simply meditating while waiting for the owner of this platform to show up." He shrugged.
"I don't suppose you know anything about them?"
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Post by EGG on Jul 28, 2016 5:55:21 GMT
Egg could not help but notice that the man seemed like he was not paying attention to the plant based alien during their conversation, as the guy's eyes seemed to fly all around the platform that seemed to tower above the lands below. And while talking to this man, Egg was trying to figure out what he was by ki sense alone. Judging from the amount of people that he had met already, this man felt like he was a saiyan. But there was something much more ominous, much more dark to this person's ki, and the little being had no idea what that could be.
Although unable to figure out what this person's ki signature was nor the reason as to why he was continuously turning his gaze to other portions of the tiled platform, Egg was able to figure out his name as he kindly introduced himself as Sorrel. Listening a little on his own end, apparently this man was here meditating as he waited for the owner of this place, which was a good thing for Egg. Well, good in the sense that someone with such a dark feeling ki being the divine being that bestowed powers to those who climbed this tower. Its not like Egg knew whether or not this Sorrel character was a good or a bad person, it was more based on the hunch that there was something off about him.
Sorrel directed a question toward Egg, about whether or not the pink and blue being knew anything about the owners of this place. Scratching its own cranium, Egg would say, "Me just got here, and for first time ever. I came here cause that divine being that lives here could give strength. I need strength, so I no fail again. Never again, meaning I need power, which is why I here."
Egg would stop speaking for a second, before adding on, "And I know no one up here..."
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Sorrel
Rising Soul
PL: 8,168
D. Oozaru (x10)
Zeni: 5,987
Tag: @max
OOC Name: AV
Posts: 102
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Post by Sorrel on Jul 29, 2016 11:50:57 GMT
It even learned human gestures! Sorrel would have marveled more obviously if it wasn't just scratching its head, but he could appreciate the fact that it had absorbed so many human characteristics during its... adolescence? Sorrel was no scientific authority on Saibaman development, but he had never seen one take more than an hour to reach full maturity. This knowledge caused him to imagine some poor old fellow carrying full grown Egg on his back, along with various other gestures of "parenting" that seemed comedic going from one wrinkly old man to one wrinkly young alien. Naturally, he couldn't help but snicker at the image, though he tried his best to contain his laughter.
"Ah?" His priorities finally aligned like a solar phenomenon, and Sorrel began to realize the difference between the two. Sorrel looked and played the role of an Earthling with a strange and fuzzy belt for the past three years to learn the culture. In spite of his vastly different appearance, Egg was raised as an Earthling for however many years he existed. That meant he was more keen to the urban legends than the Saiyan, and Sorrel found himself in a strange situation. Strange in the sense that he would have never seen it coming. He was no racist, but he never thought a Saibaman would be exactly what he needed. He appreciated what they could do, as they were great tools of the trade and the mind that invented them was a genius. But seriously, who would ever think that a species known for grunts and gurgles would articulate the vital information one had been seeking for years?
"Fail? Power?" Sorrel probably seemed like a child at this point, only picking at the words he understood. As curious as he was about this "divine being," he couldn't help but find the direction of the conversation to be somewhat odd. It seemed this creature was in the pursuit of great power, which was usually the mark of a malignant soul. But he felt no ill-will from the scientifically bred fighter.
"I'm interested in this divine being now. But where does your need for power come from? What did you fail to do?"
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Post by EGG on Jul 30, 2016 1:31:56 GMT
Once again this person seemed to have his thoughts in other places as Egg talked to him, this time the pink beings starting to not pay it any mind as it might have been his thing. For a person who needed to be physical enough to climb this tower, Sorrel seemed to be intelligent enough to be over analytical of everything he hears, sees, thinks, and feels. At least that is what Egg is assuming from the brief actions that this man was doing. And although this Sorrel's attention seemed to be away from Egg, he was obviously paying attention to what the saibaman said by repeating some things that Egg was saying.
Then came the question from this guy, asking about why Egg needed this power and what he failed to do. At the mention of this, his memory flashed to when he was standing outside that burning building, and watching the firemen take out a single body bag that was obviously filled. Egg could only imagine what despair that girl must have been going through as she was burning alive and being suffocated from the smoke replacing all the oxygen in the air. Just remembering this brought a sad, solemn expression on the saibaman's face.
Staying silent for a moment, Egg managed to say through the lump in his throat which made it much harder to breathe, "I... Need to be stronger... To save lives. No matter how much I want be hero, no matter how much spirit I have, no matter how much I do... If I run out power, that it. I can't save anyone else. And failure... It was girl. I do best to save people from fire in building. Almost everyone safe, except for girl I not notice.... I use up too much strength... Helpless to... Help her... Little girl, deaf and mute... Burnt alive... Unable to save her... If I stronger, I more likely save her."
The weight inside his throat was growing larger and larger, making it much harder to speak as he continued going on. The guilt of being inadequate of saving another's life was heavily apparent in the posture and facial expressions of this magenta and cyan saibaman. He was on the verge of tears, having to wipe away the small globules of tears that were forming in its eyes. Rubbing them away and sniffing heavily, Egg wanted to steer the conversation away from this heavy memory. So, looking up at Sorrel, Egg would quickly ask, "So... Why you here then? No one climb tower for no reason, and you apparently wanting strength like me. So why you climb this tower, Sorrel?"
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Sorrel
Rising Soul
PL: 8,168
D. Oozaru (x10)
Zeni: 5,987
Tag: @max
OOC Name: AV
Posts: 102
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Post by Sorrel on Jul 31, 2016 1:39:14 GMT
The expression on the Saibaman's face was one all too familiar to Sorrel. An expression of sadness born from failure as a result of one's own inability, a pair of shoes that Sorrel remembered walking in many moons ago. He couldn't help but think back to those days as he waited for the Saibaman's response. The days when his weakness had isolated him from society and his family, and when power was the only thing meaningful to him. It, or the lack thereof, defined him and quite literally drove him insane. He traveled the universe seeking power, but he ended up finding something worth much more in the end. Sorrel couldn't help but wonder if the Saibaman was starting down the same path.
But the story was much more grim than he had expected and Sorrel soon realized where their ideals diverged. Although Egg's speech was more fractured than usual due to emotional strain, Sorrel found it pretty easy to piece together the sad tale. His eyes closed as if to give his own condolences. When he thought of his own struggle for power, it was all for himself. There was no one he wished to protect, nor did he value the lives of others. In fact, everyone was his enemy. All that laid eyes upon him were just beings he had to be ready to defend himself against, and his pursuit of power would serve that purpose. Many Vegetans thought he went to the extreme measures he took during missions for fame and glory. Sorrel never wanted their respect. In fact, he wanted their fear.
"I am sorry for your loss," he began as he finally opened his eyes. He looked to his hands and clenched them into fists as he thought of his years on Soladona and how much his path had changed.
"You are mistaken. I had climbed out of curiosity." He shrugged, offering a sincere smirk since full smiles were outside his ability.
"As for what I want? That would be eternal youth. But I somehow doubt that this divine being could give it to me, if they are real." He sighed, remembering he had spent three long years on Earth seeking any information on the matter. Of course, many had told him of the existence of a "Kami," but he had never sensed it, so how could he invest any hope into it? His eyes returned to the little pink humanoid, deciding it was best not to dwell on the matter.
"I used to think that all I needed was power, too. That the more I attained, the easier it would be to make my problems disappear. I gained the strength I needed and overcame my enemies, but I was still empty afterwards. Your determination is admirable, Egg. Your cause is noble. Perhaps I don't need to warn you, but don't lose sight of who you are in your pursuit of power."
Sorrel had to pause and think about this for a moment. He was lecturing a Saibaman.
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Post by EGG on Aug 1, 2016 13:27:42 GMT
Egg, after managing to wipe the tears from his eyes, would look up at Sorrel who apparently was trying to sympathize with the saibaman. Usually Egg would accept these kinds of offers, but there was something off about the way Sorrel was talking about Egg's loss. The guy was saying that he felt sorry, but the emotions in his voice did not entirely match the feelings he was trying to pay.
It was not like Sorrel did not completely feel sorry, but it felt a little obvious that he did feel that emotion the same way that Egg does. And it was not like Egg had any connection to the girl, other than the guilt he harbored in his soul for failing to save her; she was just a stranger's child. So it felt odd that Sorrel was sorry for Egg's loss, rather than feeling sorry about the situation in general.
Then Sorrel proved Egg's little question wrong, as he would explain how he came to the tower in the first place, which his story was much more lackluster than the little plant-based alien could ever imagine. This guy who seemed to be the type to be over analytical, really did climb the tower out of sheer curiosity. It was rather disappointing, but made a little bit of sense in a sense.
What Sorrel said next raised a flag in Egg's mind, which dealt with a very villainous trope in a lot of hero shows. Eternal youth. Everyone who watches as much television as someone for around two years would be able to see this sign of evil from miles away. In fact, it was really odd that someone would outright admit to such a selfish and easily corruptible wish, as there are so many back draws to having eternal youth.
The largest, most glaring problem with such a wish is to watch everyone around you to grow old and die, leaving the youthful person all alone. And the fact that Sorrel was wanting such a thing with a dark side effect means that there is something about this guy that Egg needs to be very wary about.
Then came the lecture which felt a little double sided coming from Sorrel, where he started his search for ultimate power but ended up being empty afterward. The person commended Egg for his cause and determination, but still told the saibaman to make sure to stay on that path. With a chuckle, Egg would proclaim, "HA! Me lose sight of me? No way. More likely you sight of you, because of goal of yours. Eternal Youth not what chalked up be. Despair awaits those who search for such thing."
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Sorrel
Rising Soul
PL: 8,168
D. Oozaru (x10)
Zeni: 5,987
Tag: @max
OOC Name: AV
Posts: 102
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Post by Sorrel on Aug 2, 2016 5:01:07 GMT
Sorrel chuckled, though the gesture was more whimsical than antagonizing. He knew very well what the Saibaman was suggesting, but it brought on a strange pathway of thought. You see, living on Earth as long as he did saw many intelligent, and unintelligent, conversations. He had come to learn of morals and ethics, things that were seldom mentioned on Vegeta. Well, perhaps the only lesson in ethics that a Saiyan learned was that a Saiyan should always conduct themselves with pride. There was no large sheet of rules or lengthy literature of law, just power and pride. But Earth was a place where things were handled much more delicately.
He remembered the first earful he got on the matter, though it was neither on Earth nor Vegeta. It was on Soladona. His master beat much more than power into him, for he left his teacher with the mindset of a scholar. One of the many things that Sorrel retained after his training was the distinction between morals and ethics. Ethics were the standards of right and wrong that were agreed upon by a group. Morals were the ethics of an individual. What did this have to do with their conversation? Perspective. The ethics of groups from region to region vary just as much as morals vary from individual to individual. While communities shunned certain concepts, others embraced them out of tradition.
"Eternal youth, like any tool, has an arbitrary use." He paused, thinking of how to put it simply. Sorrel was not underestimating the Saibaman's comprehension, but he also did not want to take its aptitude for granted. If the conversation were to be fruitful, then his presentation needed to be as transparent and accessible as possible.
"You may use a sword to slay a foe," he paused once more only for demonstration. His right arm raised as his fingers curled into his palm, save for his thumb. The thumb was then gently dragged across the neck, a common Earthling symbol for murder or any other unfortunate fate. He accentuated his gesture with a flick of the tongue, as some popular depictions of death included a hanging tongue.
"But there are other ways that a blade can be used, right?" As he said this, his ki began to fluctuate lightly, but the amount mustered was nothing close to an intimidating level. Sorrel held a hand out, and black energy began to swirl around it. While his Black Trace ability was normally used to form weaponry or armor, he decided to utilize it as a hologram of sorts. If the Saibaman looked at Sorrel's palm, he would see a black animation of a kukri forming above a coconut. The curved machete would rotate, crashing through the coconut to reveal its sweet rewards. As the imagery faded, Sorrel offered a half grin. Remember, the capability of a full smile had escaped him long ago.
"I'm sure you have heard many monkey's paw stories on how one should be careful with what they wish for, but that usually is spoken on selfish desires. I do not want to be eternally young for my own sake. It is but a means for me to see every world and obtain all knowledge on behalf of my teacher."
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Post by EGG on Aug 3, 2016 2:31:36 GMT
Egg could only watch as Sorrel tried to explain away his reason for wanting eternal youth, by saying that it could have been used in a good way. However, when the man said arbitrary, Egg could only repeat back in a confused manner, "Arbidashery?" It had no idea what that word meant, how it was spelled, or how to pronounce the word himself. Then Sorrel decided to try a different way of explaining what he meant, by showing that each sword can be used to slay a foe. Egg grimaced as the thought of a sword slicing through a person went through his head, the very though disgusting the saibaman at his very core. Even watching Sorrel perform the imagery of death using his own thumb just caused the alien to shudder as it was yet another though he did not want to venture.
Then came the actual demonstration, as the person decided to create black energy things to demonstrate how a sword could be used in another way, which the black energy sword cut apart another black sphere, not knowing that it was supposed to be a coconut. Although that imagery used also mimicked the action of slicing open a head with a sword, Egg had to take Sorrel by his actions in how something meant for bad can be used for good. That logic was extremely dangerous logic, because that kind of thinking can desensitize someone into doing something that they most likely wouldn't.
Sorrel proceeded to share the story of the monkey's paw, which Egg shook his head as it literally had no idea what a monkey paw had anything to do with bad things. The demonic saiyan would explain how he did not want to get eternal youth for his own selfish gains, but for the will of his teacher of sorts. Which brought up another horrible quandary that didn't make sense, as it was still in a selfish way as it was for the gaining of all knowledge and the like. Plus, this still did not prove that he was deserving of eternal youth.
Shaking his pink head, Egg would reply with a stern, "No. You say you can do good with it, but that not problem. Bigger problem is fact that chance is more than possible, as is nature for horrid things. Take gun for example, as you use it to shoot bad guy and kill normal people. It can do more, but it capability is truly bad, as it made for sole purpose of taking life. Same with sword, as can open fruit and clear shrubbery, but still is good way to take life. Even if made for good intention, anyone corrupt can ruin original meaning of item."
It paused for a second as Egg wanted to make an example himself, trying to recall its vast knowledge of hero films and sentai shows. The pink and blue saibaman remembered a very popular movie as of late that could be of use to his argument. Snapping its own finger, Egg would continue, "There character who fight for justice. He want to put criminal behind bars, but have no strength do himself. He figurehead, as real hero fought criminal in undesirable way. Big Bad Green criminal took life of someone important to character through trickery and insane actions. After scarred, Big Bad Green and White find wounded character, and ruined character sense of morality. Turning good person into two-faced monster who do everything by chance, just like how his beloved died."
He paused one last time, remembering the almighty quote of that movie, and said out loud to quote the movie word by word, "You either die a hero, or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain.... With Eternal Youth, you have bigger chance to turn villain, as you see more death, experience worse things, and mind start go coo-coo as it grow older. Heart desenbeltized to bad things happening around you, and you do more bad thing. Sooner or later, any hero can be villain, given too much time and heartache."
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Sorrel
Rising Soul
PL: 8,168
D. Oozaru (x10)
Zeni: 5,987
Tag: @max
OOC Name: AV
Posts: 102
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Post by Sorrel on Aug 4, 2016 12:14:49 GMT
It seemed that Sorrel and Egg had reached an impasse. Not that Sorrel was trying to prove himself correct, anyway. How could he when he was not even positive what was correct? As far as he was concerned, these heroes and villains were the same. They were people who had an idea or belief, and spent their lives building on that idea or belief. The classification of hero or villain only came when their pursuit of that idea or belief caused them to step on someone else's toes. In that sense, Sorrel could not yet say which of the two he would be considered. He just knew that he would not hold it against another for going down either road, as long as they firmly pressed on with their ideal and did so with all of their might.
"He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster. And when you gaze long into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you." He paused, letting the quote isolate itself as just that. "An Earthling said that many moons ago, and many movies like the one you saw are based on his thoughts. We'll call him N." Sorrel's eyes lowered, his mind seeming to drift for but a moment. His thoughts settled on the words he just spoke and the implications that they held. While the Saibaman had uttered the modern rendition of the phrase, the original held much more philosophical value. Sorrel knew the conversation would get nowhere if he pressed opinions on right and wrong further, but perhaps he and the imp could reroute their conversation into something more engaging.
"There is nihilism, nye-ah-lism or neeh-ah-lism, which kind of means the belief in nothing. The belief that morals and values are pointless, that trust and faith are a waste of time because there is nothing you can truly trust or have faith in. Nihilists tend to live for their own pleasure and without any care for the wellbeing of others. The typical villain is a nihilist more often than not." He paused, hoping to allow the Saibaman some time to digest the words he uttered. Sorrel did his best to use brief, concise sentences so that the words were easy to parse. He was not quite sure what the learning curve of a Saibaman was, considering this was the first one he had ever seen with the gift of speech. There was no better way to test these limits than on a living, breathing sample.
"There is also asceticism, ass-set-ih-cism, where one believes they must avoid such a selfish lifestyle, usually for spirituality or tradition. Some keep to themselves and away from the world, like monks. Others go out of their way to help others, like superheroes." This pause came with a sigh, as Sorrel wondered if the next segment would be too much for the Saibaman to grasp. Explaining the two lifestyles was a much more simple task because there were examples of each that were easy to relate. This was simple definition. What he wanted to proceed with involved deeper thought, and Sorrel found himself questioning the line between knowledge and understanding and the role of both in Egg's mental development.
"People say these things are different just because the two lifestyles seem to be on opposite sides of each other. When you think of a nihilist, you may think of a villain. When you think of an ascetic, you may think of a superhero. A lot of the time these villains and superheroes do what they do to show the world what they believe in, and to convince them that they are the one who is right. They try to show others that people should go down a path of good or a path of evil for any certain reason." Sorrel blinked. He felt as though he might have actually broken the topic down to primary school level, and he was actually beginning to feel quite proud of himself. However, he began to fear that continuing any further may disrupt the accessibility of the philosophy. That is, he felt he was more likely to confuse the Saibaman the longer he went on.
"N's quote is kind of saying that the two are so similar that it is easy for one to become the other. If they were money, they would be two sides of the same coin instead of two completely separate coins altogether. Although 'monsters' sounds bad, it isn't talking about villains only. It's talking about people like villains and superheroes. These monsters are the people who criticize the other side without trying to understand them because they feel that their way is the correct one. The abyss is the loneliness they live in as they judge others." He cut himself off on that note, as he realized he began bringing in more ideas and was therefore decreasing the comprehension. He thought for a moment, wondering if he could summarize the words into something short and sweet to make the last cluster of ideas seem less intimidating to digest. Sorrel felt that if he did not isolate the main idea, then the message would be lost in all of the examples and technicalities.
"In other words, if you live your life staring at someone else's path, you could end up straying away from your own."
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Post by Pieter Wolfbane on Aug 16, 2016 22:25:46 GMT
Sorrel : 4723 zenni earned. 500 > 5223 EGG : 7418 power level earned. 12,796 > 20,214
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