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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2016 4:33:38 GMT
Namorel
Powerlevel: 5,130 [-75% Heavy Weight Modification] House (lvl 1| 10%)
"It's such a vast change of pace... but the temperature is vastly warmer and the water is rather simpler to find in these climates."
Namorel spoke to himself as he walked out of the moderately sized stone structure, the design reminiscent of the typical namekian building styles he grew up around. Mostly bulbous around the edges of the structure while spikes protruded from various points on the structure itself, serving no real purpose other than tradition. The design made him feel more at home on the planet, he knew he was still foreign to this world, but perhaps this could make him feel as if he too could be an Earthling. Many of the traditional Earth buildings had a more rigid design to them in a generally square or rectangular shape, Namorel came to learn that this was for conservation of space and allowing them to pack more than one of these structures in a smaller and more confined space while still retaining the space of a round building of similar size. However these building also towered for meters, skimming the sky and clouds with their peaks, almost like a metal and glass mountain the humans had developed to live in. He personally saw this excessive height as necessary, but that was his own opinion, without any knowledge of the true population of the planet in comparison to its size. On Namek the population rarely reached levels comparable to that of Earth and when it did bad things tended to happen, or at least this is what Namorel had heard from the historians who kept the records of Namek's past with each passing generation.
As he thought, memories of home began to flood his mind; the small villages littering the blue landscape with huge swaths of ground between them. The occasional green river running amok the rather stony continent. The main continent of the planet is where Namorel and his father spent most of the time, they would regularly fly between the villages of the two nicer clans, the Dragon caste elders stood on sand by in case a Warrior caste severely injured himself in combat or merely a child fell form a cliff or plateau. Meanwhile the Warrior elders headed the training of the next generation of fighters to the peak of their physical conditions. Namorel himself was part of the latter caste, boasting a knack for combat since his youth and he would surely be more capable if not for the death of his father too soon into his young life. This saddening truth plagued him far too often and was his purpose, his reason to get make himself more combat prepared so that he could prevent the death of others, unlike how he couldn't save his father.
His concentration broke when the wind gently whipped around him, pulling his cape to his sides and gently shaking his turban that rested softly on his head. He looked upon the trees, the green leaves of the commonly deciduous rustled as well as the wind swirled around the mountain to their location. It was generally a sign of incoming rain or a storm in this area, but Namorel had no idea of that fact. Instead he relished in the calmer nature of the weather in this climate, knowing he would enjoy it more here than in the northern portions of the world. He turned back to face his house, sighing as he thought back to the methods he went through to construct the building. He did not know what may occur this day and decided it would be in his best interests to stay near his home and perhaps adventure would come to him.
KP: 3/3 [No Tech in Use]
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Aug 27, 2016 16:05:25 GMT
While Ayumu had started to recover from the nearby problems of the hospital, his back problems, a few heart issues and even a few muscle spasms that were a rather royal pain in everybody their bums, something was lit inside of him. A wanderlust of wanting to wander freely without anybody cramping ayumu his style, every step forwards that he took was just another pace towards the beautifull landscapes of Mountain Paozu. A towering cliff before him with a marble house visible above it, creating a strangely appealing scenario, almost as if he had picked this location specifically for a wizard like appearance. Ayumu was pondering to himself at first, questioning if he should get involved with such a people once again, he had abandoned his reckless antics in the hospital to rest yet would he fall back towards these? Would ayumu bring his own doom forwards and cause a warrior to strike at his very being?
'No. I have to know exactly what this house entails and what exactly is hiding within these walls of yonder, what exactly has thought to create such a beautifull marble example of what a namekian house looks like. Its a working piece of art that must have taken hours to days of hard work... Just who has taken such a time to make this piece of dedicated art?'
His body starting to be lifted off the ground, every step starting to slowly bring his body further and further up like a pendulum against gravity, every step upwards causing his body to slightly sink as gravity tried to pull him down, yet then the second ripple in the air came as his foot has already pushed of the air again like it was a stair made to lift his body upwards with no issue. Slowly making his way upwards, he held a good pace while the animals in the vacinity, small birds and even squirrels that were walking far below him were distracting and just spread his senses to the beauty of everything.
'I work to keep things like these in a beautifull safe enviroment, yet i cannot waste my time endlessly...'
Stopping his body and using a repeated tapping of his fingers to keep himself held afloat, Ayumu was looking forwards into the distance, knowing that he could just not waste time as he wished too at some points, he had to perform actions, he had to bring forwards more allies to the cause that was his. Yet here ayumu was, floating, frozen in a moment of where he had to decide before continueing his path upwards. Ayumu knew that his tactics and trainings, that reading and studying, hard work was the biggest delivery of our path to the future yet even talent could bring forwards a person or hold it back. Yet as a talentless fool, depending on others he had to depend on the knowledge of communication that he knew from within him and the many expieriences. Slowly raising his knuckles to tap the door, speaking loudly he then responded.
"Morning, is the owner of this house home? I wish to simply have a small conversation about this beautifull house and how its location is a rather peculiar example of somebody who can appreciate nature, so if you don't wish, up for a cup of tea?"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2016 17:05:24 GMT
Namorel Powerlevel: 5,130 [Base -75% Heavy Weights] House (lvl 1 | 10%)
The namekian continued to hold his position, his scouter resting on his face to indicate him of any approaching entities in case someone seeked him or his house, it did happen to sit precariously on a cliff side, the pearlescent white of the marble glistening in the sun, he was sure any passerby would notice the structure as it stood, almost completely free of tree cover, only the peaks of the trees below showing any indication of slight cover from specific positions. The view of it and from it had an almost mystical feeling to it, as if the position was perfectly implanted in a location that would give it a magical look to it. This thought hadn't really crossed the namekian's mind when he constructed the house, rather concerned on a view of his surroundings instead of any effect drawn form the location. His placement however may have been drawn form the locations many of the houses of elders were placed on Namek, generally in a location so they may watch over their designated villages while still showing their status in material. Namorel had no intent on a show of status, rather than just familiarity of the fact, the view of the house almost made him feel on Namek again... aside from the green grass and trees that is. "Oh! Hello, I suppose this house does rather give the environment its due."The namekian replied to the stranger he had yet to see, coming around the side of his house to approach the unknown individual. His scouter had failed to pick up any indication of power, so he lifted the device off of his head and rested it in one of the widows as hr passed it. The fact that this unknown individual did not show up on his scouter still bugged Namorel, but then again perhas it was indication that the individual did not mean him any harm but rather was here on friendlier terms. Coming around the corner he would see an older individual that appeared to be human in shape and form, but he had learned already to not take everything for granted on this planet, rather approaching the situation in a truly naive fashion as he was concerned on what may come of this convoluted situation. He ran his hand across the side of the house as he approached, when he stopped past the corner he would leave his hand on the wall and kept his weight pressed against the building to support him. Although completely unnecessary, he decided it the laziest option. "As for tea, what is it? Another one of these human delicacies?"The namekian said as he rested there, looking at the stranger who was nearby. Namorel was not very good at handling situations such as this, he was not very good at communicating with these humans or any races that looked even vaguely similar. From this point he would wait uncomfortably for the human to reply, while not indicating that his bravado was slacking in this very instance. He didn't want to come off a coward to this stranger, instead doing his best to appear otherwise. Meanwhile the wind would pick up lightly and pull his cape around his body, entangling his left leg where he rested upon the house. His turban however remained still, unaffected by the light winds that were capping the cliff side and the tops of these trees.
KP: 3/3 [No Tech in Use] Nostalgic Ayumu
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Aug 27, 2016 17:54:39 GMT
"Indeed, this environment makes it a rather beautifull tea drinking location and even moreso for watching over how life is expanding so gloriously, you can just see the small critters expand their reaches to survive."
Yet when Ayumu heard this man starting to talk about something akin to not knowing tea, his eyebrows would slowly raise and look with a sense of shock. Confusion? Denial? No Ayumu was utterly baffled by just how this namekian had never heard of the wonders of tea! It was a wonder, a tiny miracle, it was healthy, delicious and in some cases even beautifull!
"Tea is akin to herbal infused water, flavoured water in a sense heated up slightly or kept cold, if you wish to taste it i could manage to get you a nice little cup of cold and frosty tea and attempt to see if you would like it. its one of the drinks on earth that namekians seemingly have no issue with partaking in so i am rather shocked you havent attempted it at all yet!"
Clapping his hands together, Ayumu was certain that he had found a excuse to enter this building, making his way forwards a few paces to block the door if one were to attempt to slam it shut while noticing the cape on the namekian his back.
"So do you wish for me to produce a fine cup of tea for you as i may tell you that wearing a cape is a terrible choice for a fighter so surely you must not be somebody who is known to be a fighter... Surely! Although i must introduce myself, i am known as Ayumu, a mere wandering foods salesman, trainer and master of a few little brats that know their limits and not how they must stop pushing their luck. Seriously, sometimes i am worrying too much about them!"
Taking a small satchel of his side, Ayumu was making certain to check the amount of leaves he had still left and started to make certain that the water on his back in the backpack was still kept at a cool temperature, some of the ice having started to melt into a side compartment that had to be left to leak near some grass, Ayumu started mumbling to himself. Ayumu did not have too much time to stay here and talk, possibly a hour or two but then he had to empty out the ice and find some more, or else he may be walking around with some rotten ingredients in his backpack, well, its not like he expected himself to cook today, so why not consume it after a few hours with a few travellers that Ayumu could find at the old dragoon in Satan city...
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2016 20:00:09 GMT
Namorel Powerlevel: 5,130 [Base -75% Heavy Weights] House (lvl 1 | 10%)
The human seemed rather confused that Namorel did not know what tea was, perhaps the namekian was supposed to know of this consumable that the humans referred to as 'tea'. He had only been on the planet for a matter of days, ultimately faltering his knowledge of the human cultures. Then again this human did not know that and perhaps it would be in the namekian's best interests to inform this human of that fact. That is however before the human commented on his cape, the comment urked Namorel, but he accepted it as a truth, but had yet to see any side effect from his use of it. Following this he learned this human's name... Ayumu, it was probably the most interesting name he had so far heard on this planet when compared to the names of every other being aside from Noxa, whose name eluded him on origin or reason. "It is nice to meet you Ayumu, I go by Namorel. As for the tea subject... I have merely been on Earth a matter of days and have yet to encounter the drink... the only Terra drinks I have had are flavored waters that a female by the name Noxa introduced me to. MY cape, on the other hand... I was merely following the tradition of my people, and honestly the cape has yet to cause my difficulty in combat, but I can see your point."The namekian replied, following each subject matter in a perticular fashion, while keeping his gusto. He would then walk into his house, the lack of a door would make it rather simple for Ayumu to follow him with in the structure. "I would gladly partake in this delicacy you refer to as tea, but I do not know if I have the devices needed to make this drink."The namekian said this as he motioned to offer the namekian entrance to his house. The pearlescent white color still apparent on the interior of the building as compared to the outside portion, almost as if a blank canvas awaiting decoration, or merely a simple basis for the simplicity of the namekian lifestyle. Perhaps the human had knowledge of the namekian people, or knew of their simple culture of Namorel's people and could understand the humble styles that are namekian structures.
KP: 3/3 [No Tech in Use] Nostalgic Ayumu
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Aug 28, 2016 1:24:59 GMT
With your acceptance on the term of capes, Ayumu would smile happily and perform a swift nod knowing that they basic requirements did not ask for much, even the chairs that one would claim to be neccesary were replaced by some with a few select pillows that would comfortingly be sat on with the legs crossed. Some even had a lack of tables, using only small wooden circlets to keep up their water sources, a few that Ayumu himself partaked in during a small water drinking moment was that they used these wooden circlets to hold up a bowl that everybody could scoop up a bit of water with a smaller plate that is held in their hand and would not be put down. It works greatly as a small training exercise and others are even found to have brought many moments of training from it, this mere act does not just force you to prepare the willpower to sit still for presumably hours on end, it even requires your muscles to be adjusted to carrying a weight at the same strenght without spilling it while you take a sip once in a while.
"For the machinery... we need none, because obviously as a namekian you are known to know a bit of mysticism and i myself know some of that too!"
Snapping his fingers while manifesting a small bowl to hold water within, using another snap of his fingers to create a pestle that was starting to grind up some herbs, it was a automated factory for his tea producing plantation. The constant rhythematic sound of tea being grinded away at, the sound of water slowly starting to be put to a cook via a small flame etmitting from his finger tips using a few leaves as a combustion agent... It was a straight forwards process. Yet it did not stop him from raising his head and then asking a single question, Ayumu had always had a few moments where he would like to get some information on the other but this moment he was extremely curious.
"Namorel was it? What caste do you happen to be from as i have met a few from the upper realms and they seem a bit held back when talking about their own traditions, from mere simple standpoints to their own biology, i have not gotten much information to be honest. So if you could, could you inform me about how the caste is set up and exactly what a few portions of it entail? I am extremely interested and wish to see how exactly you guys have held this up for so long. Even pride in some other alien civilizations has died down much quicker than you guys have managed to keep it up for. Its insane and i am truely impressed with your species as a whole, so please, if you wish, could you inform me exactly what has been going on in the inner circles and maybe even the outers, or just any other information you would be capable of sharing?"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2016 1:58:25 GMT
Namorel Powerlevel: 5,130 [Base -75% Heavy Weights] House (lvl 1 | 10%)
Ayumu seemed rather pleased with Namorel's reply ad acceptance to permit the human into his house. This was actually his first instance of company and the barren case of his house didn't appear to be a turn down to the old human, rather Ayumu took the best of the situation almost as is his mood insisted the phrase of less is more in this very instance. This was rather a popular motto among the namekians back home, their lifestyles in a sense reflecting the various monk like societies that existed on Earth. As far as for the devices necessary to make this tea that Ayumu was going to introduce Namorel to, the namekian had none, but Ayumu even prepared himself on this front, however he must have mistaken himself on the extent of any magical ability Namorel may have had, but interestingly enough he mentioned having the capabilities for this himself.
"I actually lack the abilities of my magical brothers, I was never trained in it."
The namekian replied to the old human as he saw him construct the tools necessary to make this tea. He took to grinding some plants in a sort of mortar and pedestal to grind it all down to flakes it seemed. The namekian watched intently in order to learn the process of making this drink the human Ayumu was going to introduce him to. This process seemed like a rather strenuous one, with the grinding requiring a delicate blend od strength and calm restraint to not grind the herbs too much while still getting them down to the almost nothingness Namorel assumed would be used in the later steps of the process. Namorel almost didn't notice the water Ayumu the elder human had begun to put towards the upper ends of a flame to boil it. This combination offered a hotter water and perhaps would be used later on in this process, the mental notes flooded Namorel's mind as he watched it intently to learn ever step in this so that if he did enjoy the drink he too could take an attempt at making this drink himself.
"My people? Well I come form the warrior caste myself... and had little association with either of the other castes on the planet. we all tended to split to some extent, some of both castes were common in many villages, but we usually shunned the demon caste members due to their innate behaviors. To be honest I do not know much of the development of the namekian culture, but I do know that we devote ourselves to our ideologies based on our castes rather than allow personal vices lead us too far from our family and friends... I for one can not say I followed this creed since the death of my father seventy five years ago... in Earth years that is. Although I believe it is that sort of familiar feeling among ourselves that helps my people maintain their culture, even with the trials time has thrown at us."
Ayumu's question had caught he namekian off guard, fumbling over his words for a moment he finally got to speaking, first addressing the fact of his caste and his people in general, but giving what details he felt appropriate for the current situation. He knew he himself was an outlier to his own people and came to accept that. He did however catch himself speaking of his father, a subject he did not intend to share iwth the human, as it always brought back memories he did not like to relive. Even with that huge gap of time the day it happened felt as if it were yesterday. Maybe one day he could get his peace, but for now he sat in flux of ideology and on what path he should follow. This crossroads concerned the namekian, but he felt this was his fight to address alone and had yet to tell anyone of this internal turmoil that was inside him for so long. He did top it all off though with the little he did know of his people's history and his theory on why the culture had remained so pristine over the millennium.
KP: 3/3 [No Tech in Use] @thrandomfox
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Aug 28, 2016 2:16:48 GMT
Taking a soft piece of paper out while seperating himself from the tea making business, Ayumu had started to automate it via a few magical circles that were forced to do a automated process and writing this down, taking a look up and down for every single notion that was brought onto the paper.
"A warrior caste? But you seem so... unlike a warrior, you are moreso a carefree nature lover, not somebody prepared to bring forwards a weapon of mass destruction for the sake of namekian protection unless you capture it deeply under layer and layer of protection. You seem like somebody i could tell to keep a eye on my kid and you would probably get bullied around by them!"
Before realizing what ayumu has been saying he started laughing and shook his head and then realized what he had done and how the namekians were to be raised and probably put into the world for the future.
"You guys are not trained as just warriors, you guys are trained as a family that works in unison, this is not a struggle to upkeep culture, this is not a war to see who gets taken out first, you all are merely pieces of a larger family picture. Not a single slave or lower end person, even the demon caste seems to be not fully denied of access..."
Yet when he went through the notes about what Namorel had said after this small point of unison was more interesting to him.
"An outsider, somebody who loves their father and even with such a huge gap of memory you still are tormented by your memories, confused just why you should follow the namekian beliefs and if you should go your own road... it seems like you are uncertain how you should handle freedom and are afraid for it to bite back even when its just a small little fluffy animal. I would say stop worrying so much but i am certain that you wont be able to let it rest behind you that easily and will constantly repeat this untill the day you either accept yourself or die. So let me just tell you this mere fact, you represent a single leaf of tea in my life, you seem insignificant, you seem useless and flavourless..."
Dropping the few leaves of tea into his cup and slowly starting to let it sink in with the smaller flakes being added afterwards while slowly draining it at a multitude of occasions, bringing back a beautifull green colouration. It was like a gem in the eyes of somebody like you who was new to tea, Especially Ayumu showed a honest form of affection to the beauty of this green gem while offering this sweet and delicate drink towards you.
"You should realize how you are massively important to the life of even a man like me, how you are changing everything by merely existing so let nothing tie you down. You are a pure, honest and beautifull being that will ascend to something far beyond our realm of knowledge, to something that i am not even sure i will be able to capture within a single glance. I have coated my life in images of those i meet because i am afraid to be left behind by their growth and potential, there is a diffrence of a giant to a mouse compared to us and i am not terrified of this diffrence we have between us mr giant. Because we are comrades from the day we shared this cup, the only thing else i can ask is to help me get laid but that is something that can wait~"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2016 7:28:11 GMT
Namorel Powerlevel: 5,130 [Base -75% Heavy Weights] House (lvl 1 | 10%)
Unlike a warrior, a merely victim to a child's bullying? The namekian found it rather peculiar that the old human picked these phrases to describe Namorel from his perspective. Namorel never saw himself as the environmental type, but as Ayumu said there may be layers to the namekian that makes it rather difficult for once to decipher the green man. The old man seemed to take his own comment lightly, so Namorel didn't bother dwell on it for the fact wasn't that big of an ordeal, however he came off to others didn't have to be how he saw himself, sometimes these impressions were merely a false portrayal of the people they are supposed to represent. Hell he had already had some interesting first encounters on this planet alone, however many of them had yet to deviate far from that encounter; so perhaps his philosophy could just as equally be as wrong as it was right, for the most part Noxa was the only one he had for reference and her behavior was rather consistent between encounters, others aside from Tekuma, he had only met on a single basis and had little else to base off for them. Meanwhile Ayumu had began to speak again, of namekian family units helping to maintain their culture, even among the demon caste despite their intents and typical behaviors. Perhaps the old human had a better grasp on the lifestyles of Namorel's people than Namorel had. "Perhaps... I am truly unsure of my own role and yes that unknown strikes me with an uncanny fear despite any lack of risk in it. However I wouldn't be one to call it freedom, but rather lack there of. That which I would call freedom is being restricted by my lack of having my own path."Namorel replied to Ayumu, the philosophy as to his predicament flooded his mind as the old man contently alluded to the obvious turmoil the namekian was in, despite never sharing this blatantly obvious information with anyone. Perhaps there was much more to this man than Namorel could pick off. Shortly afterwards Ayumu would offer him a drink of the beautifully green tea. Namorel would gladly accept the drink, at first the heat being peculiar to him, but he took the first sip, the blend of heat and flavor was unlike that of any drink he had yet to experience, it was of a more mundane feel while carrying a mystical blend of flavors with in it that no other drink he had experienced on this planet could compare to. At first he nodded in acceptance of the flavor and his realization that the drink was indeed an amazing one. "This drink in unlike any I have ever experienced. As for my importance... I am sure that is even yet to be determined, whether I flourish into a great fighter or merely descend into a pit of despair, you seem to carry a much grander view of the potential of others than I do of myself... let alone any others. Perhaps this is my weakness. However, yes; let this tea signify a unity in like mindedness."The namekian replied, commenting on every part of what Ayumu said, aside form the last part as he had no idea as to what the human meant and he was unsure on if he wanted to know. Rather he focused on the much more important parts of what Ayumu said as well as thinking about what he may have meant beyond his words. This man was an enigma to the namekian and he did no know how to go about conversing with him, rather following suit instead of trying to dictate a severe deviation from the conversation at hand as to not lose himself.
KP: 3/3 [No Tech in Use] Nostalgic Ayumu
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Aug 28, 2016 15:39:20 GMT
While this was your tactic, Upon drinking this tea, one would see a few strings of energy starting to move upwards from the body of this man. They were brilliantly red, just like the beasts that were surrounding us with the many eyes of theirs starting down at us.
"Namorel, we are trapped in the belly of this horrible machine and the machine is slowly bleeding to death. As said by one musician i have once respected, we are merely looking at the buildings toppling in on themselves as mothers clutch to their babies from underneath the rubble. Every life that is wasted is a wasted fragment of potential while we continiously strive to find small entrances towards the open skylight, to stand above this rubble that we are attempting to escape from."
Taking a look towards those surrounding them, Ayumu would simply raise his palm upwards, showing you how a small sphere started to form with the energy within pulsing through like veins, it was not in waves, it was not in small bursts, it was a continious stream that seemingly bled upon being harmed by something as simple as a person blowing into it.
"Many versions of magic present themselves on this planet and the beings you see around us that are ... Rather innocent at this moment, you may call yourself lucky, converse with a spiritualist for their power. It may seem stupid to give such a fact away, it may seem like suicide to attempt to give away every secret but i am not forcefully taking their strenght. I am working alongside them and as such every moment that i cast their respective abilities they have to be either comfortable with working together or we need to be able to pay the price. Their voices are connected to the telepathic endeavors that we as living beings have attempted to cross."
With a gaze towards a small slug made entirely out of fire, a soft nod would have become visible as Ayumu snapped his fingers, causing a small flame to be lit up as a soft smile appeared on Ayumu his face.
"Thank you"
Before then manipulating this small flame into a bird like shape, letting it expand its wings and slowly causing it to cock its head around to take in the surroundings before then making its way to sit on your shoulder.
"Fire is destructive, painfull and takes lives away, yet it also keeps a person warm, it protects a person and allows them the strenght to fight back from when we started to discover this kind of a invention. But its a rather willing comrade if you are able to allow it to stick close to yourself, bringing forwards the ignition of fire itself or even allowing one to call forth a explosive burst of fire to damage another. This power is something that i am not certain most people would just accept, its not really suited for strenght in the least, most will even consider it useless as you are faced with a ability that just heats up, warms and sears objects."
But then Ayumu would have the corners of his mouth starting to raise, looking towards you with a burning passion within his eyes as the bird started to move towards his hand once again. Resting on his single finger pointing towards you, slowly gathering more and more heat in the enviroment as it just was a uncontrollable flame, something was lacking from this technique untill it all clicked. This entire technique was uncontrollable because the entire reason was that this being granted you only the ignition, you were not given a attack, you were given a basis to manipulate as ayumu formed a thin layer of mana around the bird as it started to grow into a slowly shrinking ball shape that was bubbling and trying to explode outwards.
"If one manages to play around with what has been obtained, you will see that this searing heat is not just a tool or something friendly, its because of the friendly intentions given by the creature itself. We are the monsters who must make it a weapon"
Suddenly causing the front of the sphere to collapse untill a burst of fire started to travel towards you, a wave of fire that resembled a phoenix trying to peck away at your very body before the cinders passed your body harmlessly. A small rune made out of fire floating in the air before you as it was obvious that this man lacked that mentality to become a monster. He was incapable of giving in to that dark feeling of wanting to just slaughter everything, to just hurt everything for the sake of a goal, he was a weakling in a sense but his determination and refusal to give in at the same time made him strong.
"Ignis... Fire... Chantico... Tonatiuh, its your choice what you name it, but i am just informing you that this creature wishes to assist you in a sense and i am certain that it would fit right in with how you could fight. From forming a ray of fire to forming a whip made entirely out of flames, i am telling you to do what you wish with it. But please do not abuse those that assist us, granting a single fragment of manipulation is more than enough for us to be in a direct corrolation to their name when we fuck up and become the cause for them to die out. Because how are we certain something exists when there is nobody to be there to tell you that you are real, constantly forced to sit between the folds around us in reality."
Clapping his hands as all the images around him turned into small cinders, floating downwards and vanishing completely before causing even a single shred of scorching damage. The only thing left before you was the rune of flame itself. Almost as if it was waiting for something, but would you know to accept it?
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2016 6:15:31 GMT
Namorel Powerlevel: 5,130 [Base -75% Heavy Weights] House (lvl 1 | 10%)
As Namorel sat, drinking the tea as he listened for Ayumu to speak, the old human seemed rather knowledgeable and perhaps the namekian could draw information on this world and maybe more from him. These were possibilities, of course the elder human seemed rather intent on another subject as they had already spoken some over the tea and Namorel wanted to know more on what Ayumu was building up to. Anyways, the old man was as curious of Namorel's kind as the namekian was of the human and his people. He was recapping what had already occurred as he drank the tea, each sip making him more allured to the flavor of the consumable as he took in more of it. Unlike any regular drink he had consumed, this one drew him closer and closer in, with the want and need for more of it. It ws sort of ironic, while also being expected as the human had already alluded to this being common among Namorel's green kin. He looked up for a moment from the tea to see the energy, he barely caught it... almost missing the tendrils of ethereal nature. With the notice of this he would also hear Ayumu's voice pick up once more, sort of a philosophy now mystifying the conversation at hand. It felt as if a million eyes shot down at the pair sitting, tea in Namorel's hand as he felt this, but they did not feel threatening... rather, omnipresent in nature. Inside the belly of an ever collapsing machine... subjected to this collapse and loss of potential in those lives taken earlier from their purpose. This seemed, from Namorel's perspective, the idea of the subject of Ayumu's topic. With this said, the old man would raise his hands, a peculiar energy making itself the center of attention, the fragility of it becoming apparent with a rather quickness and obviousness as the namekian observed its behavior. Magic...? Was this the collaboration of what the old man meant? A variety of them existed form what he spoke of. Namorel had only ever known of the simpler magics taught to the Dragon Caste namekians. He was unaware of any different magics existing in this world or any others. But now the old man spoke further of what he was just now beginning to learn of. Perhaps this was the intention of the elder human, to inform the namekian of the existence of the many. As soon as Namorel came to this conclusion however Ayumu connected these magics to the beings htey now saw before them... beings connected telepathically to those that requested their assistance and worked side by side with them to use the magics of their plane it seemed. "Interesting..."Namorel said as he listened, remaining rather quiet to not interrupt the old man as he spoke, informing the namekian. He seemed to borrow a fire from a small flaming slug nearby, condensing it in his hands, then allowing it to take the shape of a small bird that then flew to Namorel's shoulder. This particular flame didn't burn, but the warmth of it was soothing to the namekian. Ayumu then began to explain the essence of fire, the power it both lacked and contained the potential to unleash, informing the namekian that they were the creators of the weapons with these powers that weere borrowed and that these very energies were in their own right harmless, fulfilling the role they were placed in. He once more condensed the flame into a ball, covering it with a thin layer of another energy Namorel did not know the name of, then unleashed the fire on Namorel, it once more taking the shape of a bird as it flew into him. A rune of sorts then made itself present to the namekian, unsure what to do Namorel would raise his hand to it, the palm facing the rune in attempt to interact with it.
KP: 3/3 [No Tech in Use] Nostalgic Ayumu
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Sept 1, 2016 20:34:04 GMT
While Namorel raised his palm towards the rune, it started to let out a soft shine of energy, flames that spoke in languages long forgotten to ones that were just recently formed. Even in the tongue of namekians there was a language written down bypassing the eyes of Namorel, unless one would start to trace it. Slowly curling around the body and making their way into multiple directions, the markings would attempt to etch themselves into the flesh of the person while the heat of fire was missing in a sense. Nothing was burning, Nothing was being seared, they just simply passed through the body towards the insides where the sweet nectar of ki was located.
'It is not in the mind of the giver, but in the mind of the user on how you attain such runes'
A telepathic message carried from the man himself, Ayumu was sitting still on one of the pillows that was laying on the ground. His eyes slowly averting towards the sides of a small window in this marble building, the smoothened insides made with the touch of somebody who truely cared for his home. But he did not wish to see the insides of the building, instead Ayumu was averting his eyes from the namekian himself and gazing outside towards the massive amounts of surges that would be popping up and being extinguished somewhere far in the distance.
A seperated thought from the Telepathic message that he had spread slowly crawled through his very fibre. The gazing look of a old bastard who wanted to expand his knowledge of everything and in turn slowly felt everything collapse downwards into a dirty spiral.
'This namekian... He looks diffrent than the others, so much has changed good old memory. Every generation you all slightly change and bring forwards more and more changes in your appearances but i can still see that collective appearance that reminds me of...'
Flames starting to slowly manifest between the layers of the natural ki that was visible in the very air, as if it was portraying a obvious division between the energy of blue and red within the air. Continiously striving to bring forwards themselves while surging to the middle of the room as a single pattern became visible, a drill like pattern that continued to seep towards Namorel as the center. Instead of slicing into the floor, instead of breaking apart the house as the energy only grew more abundant, A figure with a disguised ki signature having arrived to enter the house only to rest ontop of this building and supplying the energy required to push this creature beyond what it was at for this very moment. Seeking out a soft connection with the mind of Ayumu, Hana herself upon arriving had felt the small changes that were occuring with his energy due to their innate link and simply clutched her chest.
'It feels like it is rending out once again, tearing, breaking everything to pieces, what are you planning to do to this fellow Ayumu? He seems a bit... Green'
This would only cause Ayumu to snicker softly as he took a few paces back from the expanding process, knowing that the conversation mentally was fast enough to take just mere moments of his time while going over his options. Knowing full well that he had chosen this for Namorel and that every form of responsibility would fall onto his shoulders if it went wrong, Ayumu had to make certain that nothing would go wrong. These threads of energy were not of the circle drawing types, so there was no reason that he could manipulate the formation to ensure a moment of security, yet the strings of mana that were moving outwards from his fingers and hana her fingers and into the building, slowly containing the growth of this spiral like notion of ki and mana moving in a clockwise fashion around Namorel. Inscribing the area with small runes, ones that were written with the keywords of containment, luck and determination... Only one was technically draining a small amount of energy to bring forwards a real tangible solution towards this issue at hand as the the lines started to draw in the excess energy bypassing the Runes.
'Terrible joke Hana, if you werent so full of moss i would have kicked your ass... But this is all i can do, he is not a inner, he probably has no knowledge about writing runes or even manifesting a circle of projecting energy... He is a pure physical warrior that has been trained within the knowledge of projecting life force and then fighting using those two fists of his'
'So he is a idiot, Nice. Perfect choice.'
'Shut up hana, there is no reason to hide up there and be a sassy and cranky little bitch, seriously, get down here and simply great this man, his energy will soon stabalize and then we can assume that he will either learn something relating to that slug of flames or that you have to perform one of those rather heavy attacks to get all of the fire that may blow up in this house outside. So you better get ready if everything handles correctly... Let us try this'
While hana dropped her body onto the ground with a soft thud, Refusing to mask her powerlevel, she simply awaited for the situation to worsen while Ayumu once again went back on the same line of the mental frequency of Namorel, hoping to be able to get into contact with him. If he did not think carefully about his choices the creature may assume something and as such it could end in a disaster.
'Namorel, if you hear me, listen carefully... This creature seeks your idea of what it could be, it will manifest itself to give just enough to fuel such energy but if you think incorrectly you will be given a solution that is beyond what one may imagine. So please, do not forget to just fixate your mind on what you truely believe in and slowly request its support in something you demand.'
'So yeah! Do not fuck around and get some real shit out of this thing! No silly jokes!'
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2016 3:37:44 GMT
Namorel Powerlevel: 5,140 [Base -75% Heavy Weights]
What Namorel felt as he touched the rune was not like he anticipated it to be. There was no sensation of burn or other feeling one would typically attribute with fire. Instead he felt, pure energy. Unlike any that he had felt in his life, this was greatly different than either the healing magic of the Dragon Caste Namekians and from ki itself. He lowered his hand in the instant after he touched the rune. He sat, waiting for something to happen. He was unsure as to what would follow the rune, but he was sure that he would not expect it. In what was actually mere moments it felt like minutes... if not hours passed for him. Then again the new exposure was making him rather antsy, he craved to see what the next reaction would be as his curiosity drove his patience to a thin piece or almost nothingness. He did his best to keep his ravaging anticipation under a stern guise, hoping the elder human Ayumu could not see through his faux expression. He shook in surprise when something finally occurred, almost jumping back as entire sentences and possibly stories of script swirled around him, many of it was in one or more languages he could not understand; entire words and phrases unbeknownst to the namekian as he watched it all. Then he saw parts of it in the namekian script... standing out amongst much of the other unknown text and languages that were also filtered through with the others. Namorel could only watch as it spiraled around him before borrowing into his body. Hearing Ayumu speak to him telepathically Namorel closed his eyes and embraced the flame that had found itself inside him. Better to accept the new found inhabitant, the energy that seeked his ki at the inner portions of his body. He was sure the old human knew more of what was going on than himself and knew that following his own urges instead of listening to those that were educated in the matter would only lead him to a catastrophic end. He had dealt with similar instances on Namek and had only grown to resent his stupidity in those moments of his life. Now instead leaving his life in the hands of an old human he had only met today... even though the man let off an interesting feeling. Suddenly the scouter would erupt, and Namorel would strain some to ignore whatever the scouter had picked up on, lest he lose his concentration on the matter at hand. 'Don't fuck around' These were the three words that mostly ingrained in Namorel's mind after he received the telepathic message from the human. He simply wished to learn more from the fire with practice and interaction, he wanted to feel the assisted interaction between him and this power regardless of its form. To borrow from one another and possible improve possibilities for one another were what stood out in Namorel's mind. Perhaps this would have an effect on what Ayumu had meant, but Namorel was unsure and the thought of making the wrong choice worried him; yet he didn't allow this to destroy his concentration and fire these thoughts form his mind instead.
KP: 3/3[No Techniques used] Nostalgic Ayumu
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Sept 7, 2016 19:03:59 GMT
Then it went silent, there was nothing anymore, Ayumu himself was even silent as he just sat there. Hana simply standing by his side while happily humming to herself as she was using a bit of bird feed to try and lure in some small little critters to pat, her entire body showing a soft frightened trembling as there was a obvious fear on her face of the birds rapidly jabbing their beak towards her palm to pick up the seeds as she flinched a few times. Possibly because of a sense of pain of them eating so rapidly and possibly scraping into her skin, yet at the same time her fingers were uncurled and kept still with a rather large amount of precision. But back to Ayumu, knowing that there was little information to share to this man that was before him, This man of a green mean machine, a soft heat wafting past his own face as this shit eating grin on ayumu his face refused to vanish.
"Open your eyes and do not panick, it is fickle and easily disturbed, do not treat it like a enemy but as a mere ally"
What these words would have meant would not be known unless he opened his eyes, Then the sight of flames covering your arms with a strange intensity would be seen. Slowly changing colour to benefit your own aura and your own expertise, it was starting to adapt to simply become fit to assist you.
"You have been taken and as such are given a small chance on the road to the future, do not assume that this create will listen to your every whim, you must keep up a compassionate link of trust between each other. Fire is a honest show of our inner beings, with just a single snap we can show a million emotions simply by looking at the flames produced by that snap"
As Ayumu himself snapped his finger a few sparks started to travel upwards and extinguish themselves in a rather rapid pace.
"Calmth, Trust, Honesty... The flame depicts this, but if i were to feel anger, insecurity, uncertainity the flames would engulf me and start to harm my flesh and slowly sear it away as if warning me. Its a harsh learning partner, we mold it into what we want but that does not mean we can just simply take it at all times effortlessly. It will drain your mental stamina, it will keep your grey matter sharp and it will make certain that your instincts will not fully take over because of your rationality..."
While slowly turning around, Not introducing this woman who was standing there with a compressed dome of energy around her, it was not visible as those of a saiyan with the golden waves of energy going upwards or even lightning forming around them. Instead she had this strange sense of gravity around her that would keep most who showed bloodlust out by a fair bit.
"Let us train this new power of yours, come on, let us go out!"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2016 13:29:02 GMT
Namorel Powerlevel: 5,130 [-75% Heavy Weights;]
Don't panic? These were simple enough instructions to one that was used to the procedures of whatever it was the old human was putting Namorel through, but he did as Ayumu had instructed him, opening his eyes to see the the flames licking the entirety of his arms, settling in at a stead pace and color according to his own ki. It was an interesting feeling, something Namorel couldn't really explain and yet at the same time he felt as if he had experienced this a million times over before. Perhaps it was the experience of this energy itself fusing with his own, or merely a falsified feeling by his own self substantiating perception of the events that were unfolding before him. At this same time as well he also saw that which had changed around him since he closed his eyes, the new entity in the room, feeding the wildlife from her hand while the old human assisted Namorel where needed, it was not a vast change, and yet it felt like a rather significant one, be it in the pressure of the situation or in the roles that each and every person played in the events unfolding at that very moment. As Namorel took this all in Ayumu began to speak again. Calm, Trust, and Honesty were the aspects he told Namorel were key to channeling this energy from its source safely, that it may not always be safe, but coming to learn and understand these principles with this power were key to the use and development of these powers. After his instruction he suggest Namorel to follow him, to practice that which had been unlocked to the namekian, leaving the identity of the peculiar woman that set off the scouter a mystery, Namorel did not bother to question Ayumu on this matter, rather following the older human outside of the marble structure to see what exactly the human had planned in a means to practice with the fire and how Namorel would go about accomplishing this matter.
KP: 3/3[No Techniques used] Nostalgic Ayumu
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