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Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2016 21:44:14 GMT
Namorel Powerlevel: 5.130 [-75% Heavy Weight Reduction] House Bonus 10%
The wet grass had a soothing feeling to it, the water absorbing slightly into his skin as he took a deep breath while lying on the ground. Namorel had come to realize that the small of Terran grass had a sort of sweetness to it… similar to that of the grass on Namek, and yet so different in its own regard. He had come so far to escape his home, and yet every aspect of this planet reminded him so much of Namek in every small way, it was almost as if he was being called back home every day. Even Ayumu, the peculiar old man who gave off no energy power, reminded Namorel of his own father on his best days, while others like Noxa or Celmaru reminded him of the other warriors in his own caste. When he felt the hand rest against his skin to refill him with energy, he gasped in the instantaneous resurgence in his core. Even with this fact however, he would stay on the ground for a moment to once more take a small wiff of the Earth style grass. Sliding his hands against the ground, he would have to adjust his right hand some to avoid crushing a small Terran insect that looked like some sort of green worm that was resting on a grass blade; picking it up to move it to higher ground at some point. When he got to his feet he would have the caterpillar in his right hand, softly caressing it. The focus on his mind was to find a safer haven for this small creature before continuing his work with Ayumu, glancing to the distance as he walked to his house. His attention would be drawn to the bandits as he left the insect on the marble structure for safety. Turning to face them and examine where they stood amongst one another. ”Do humans not respect the world like I had come to believe?”The namekian quietly asked as he watched them continue their sort of informal march, he didn’t know if the older human would really respond to him; Yet he did know that he could not allow them to disrespect the world that gave them their life. He would walk towards them, his arms resting at his side, slightly swinging as he continued to take his steps towards the cloaked individuals who were holding weapons. His eyes showed no emotion, his hands ley open with no indication of intent be it good or evil. However his antennae perked, the one symbol of his emotion he could not control; he couldn’t lie, if these people intended any har he would have to tech them. ”I have one question… why?”This is all he spoke towards them as he took his steps, they were smaller than average size, a stride of maybe two feet a step as he drew closer, his steps decreasing in size slightly as he continued towards this, prepared for them to turn thing violent; yet he did not consider this as the only outcome, perhaps he could end this peacefully.
KP: 3/3[No Techniques used] Nostalgic Ayumu
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Sept 12, 2016 13:36:42 GMT
As these bandits stood before you, their arms raised with weapons as bullets moved forwards, Ayumu simply falling on his back as he smiled rather happily. The sound of the bullets, the explosion of gunpowder as they shot before shouting their answers, that thick scent of death that was slowly spreading outwards with the corners of Ayumu his mouth betraying the growth that one could have by overcoming destiny.
'You will learn.'
As the bullets made their way forwards, only to be stopped by a mere wall of kinetic energy, small shimmers of light that were coming from Hana her finger had collided with these small projectiles as the stray ones were stopped from flying into the distance. Her body slowly starting to be raised as she just looked at her own hand and felt that soft tingling after effect still of the fight from before.
"Namorel, Justice is grey, Justice is a thing that some generations of humanity have considered a sin as these clowns their mental screams..."
"Shut up!"
One of the bandits shouted, throwing a single projectile towards us as it made a soft arc before a large blast of flames went outwards, with the smaller fragments about to crash into the ground before the sudden flash of the woman moving forwards blasted the entire heap of danger into the sky, the force of the shockwave leaving a few trees shaking wildly in the vacinity as the shimmering of the fist continued to gather energy rather fiercely.
"Guys! Gals! Fire! Fire!"
Small bullets starting to make their way into the body of Hana, most just simply slicing through the clothes before hitting her body and crashing to the ground as small flattened pellets of metal. Their weapons continiously making rapid flashes as Hana simply closed her eyes while taking a single deep breath as everything seemingly slowed down before her.
'Namorel, do you hear me?'
She spoke, while the movement of the projectiles slowly started to slow as she shared a mental connection towards you using Telepathy.
'With our hearts connected, with the energy that travels within ourselves, we will not murder for simple enjoyment but because of survival, we will not force the lives of a innocent man to be cascading down to the ground... Yet those are still wishfull dreams. Even at this moment we put our lives in your hands as you could simply turn around to eliminate Ayumu right this moment. Not even a single fibre of protection covers his body, he has not given up but he finds himself befitting of everything... But do you say that you will let people like these who murder simply to feed their greed walk around?'
Yet as these guns finished, Hana simply lowered her body slightly, crouching down a bit to make her legs arc as small sparks became visible beneath one of her legs, the small cover of shapeshifting, a form of disguising yourself and shapeshifting your entire body into something else... Its metallic components simply started shining before unleashing a thunderious roar of strenght, Energy striking her own heart as Hana had a beautifull golden glimmer within her eyes.
"Namorel, Promise me that you will not kill unless you are forced too, Promise me that you will never be defeated by those you deem evil, even if you were to die. The only moment you lose... The only single moment you can think of as losing is called giving up! Engines! Roar!, Muscles! Scream!"
Letting go of her feet on the ground, suddenly projecting herself towards the opponents as a golden shimmer was visible from her entire leg, deforming and reshaping her leg continiously, almost as if the metal plating, the cables, everything was just as alive as your very own skin before she scraped the chin of a tough looking bandit. The brightness of the entire area becoming blinding as nothing was seemingly safe anymore. With a powerfull waft of energy blasting out in all directions, a large pillar of light that was ejected from every vent in her leg, yet the force of the kick made one thing certain as the pressure of the release and kick created quite a beautifull pillar of light towering above us all. After a few seconds of this blinding light, She slammed her foot down onto the ground as the light became a rending dome of energy before the bandits with their eyes rolled back became visible, the shock having become enough of a moment to stop these people as the entire blast radius of the attack was covered in flowers, plants and other natural wild life. Hana her body slowly falling back once again while coughing up a small amount of blood with a faint smirk.
"I should have not pushed myself too far... Ayumuuu, i can't mooove..."
Yet this was not all, As Namorel could see a force, a force of a single man that was slamming out of the woods with a knife, knowingly preparing himself to take Hana and Ayumu out... If you were to fight him, it would be a tough challenge. But you could!
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2016 19:29:35 GMT
Namorel Powerlevel: 5,130 [-75% Heavy Weight Reduction]
Namorel continued to walk forwards, not a single thought crossed his mind as he took each step closer to the bandits, their weapons at the read as they prepared to combat the namekian from a distance. He was unaware of anything occurring behind him, his mind completely focused on those ahead of him. This may not be a fight of the variety he as accustomed to, but it was a fight none the less and he was in his element. As the barrels of the guns flashed he was not fazed, the piecing sound rang through his ears, the pain diluted by his irritation of their apparent disregard for the world they walked in; it disgusted him. A fire burned in his eyes, one of both hate and justice, but in this grey world which was right? Namorel saw them as one in the same... either way they would receive their just desserts in the namekian's eyes. He hated the idea of taking a life, but what other choice did he have? These people were posing a risk to not only him, but everything, and everyone in the area and they had to be dealt with, otherwise they may do something Namorel couldn't excuse himself for letting occur. Instead he began to charge ki into his hand, it was unstable and not taking shape, but the shift would show he intended to construct a weapon of some variety in order to quell the insolent bandits that stood before him, thinking they had the right to do an audacious activity such as destroy nature of kill others. Suddenly his concentration was almost interrupted by Hana speaking to him telepathically, she gave him what seemed like a paradoxical ultimatum, prompting him to pick he best way to answer it. 'I do what must be done to ensure that no innocents are hurt or killed... I may not always fight on the side of good or evil; but what good is there when people die by your hands or you allow them to die by the hands of others...? Is that answer enough?'He knew not if she would hear this, but he felt it had to be said, even if he only spoke it mentally to himself. Moments later he would watch as Hana flew ahead of him, the bandit turning their attention to her and firing on her, ripping her clothes, but the bullets merely flattening against her sheer power and skin. When the flashes from the guns stopped she reacted, altering her form slightly before somewhat gracefully dropping to the ground form her perch above. Her mechanical leg moving as if itself has a mind as she let loose a kick that created a pillar of light, ultimately unleashing it upon the bandits and coating the radius in a plethora of flora and fauna. It was a spectacular retaliation, but it had left Hana immobile, on the ground in what appeared to be pain. Namorel began to walk towards her when a man with a knife barreled out of the forest, he seemed intent on Hana and Ayumu more than the namekian, but Namorel stepped up quietly, the ki in his hand elongating into the shape of a lance, a dragon's head sheathed the very base of the spear head, as the remainder of it rose from the dragon's gullet into a mighty three feet, the lance itself stood at a foot taller than Namorel's own height, and the dragon coiled around the shaft of the lance to create the illusion to a living weapon, with the ki shifting ever so slightly in shape. He stood adamantly, weapon in hand and ready to combat this new, stronger foe.
KP: 3/3[No Techniques used] Nostalgic Ayumu
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Sept 12, 2016 20:08:25 GMT
It was always when one knew what to protect, what to keep safe, that was the thing that reminded everybody of those guardians in the past. Their weapons the lance being as tall as the towering pride of the dragons themselves... The bandit simply tightened his eyes as Ayumu who leaned his head sideways to look towards you manifesting this felt a strange sorrow. This man would become a sacrifice, a person who would shoulder all the burdens and then be abandoned when some sort of flashy hero were to appear out of nowhere to save everybody. His offense was not his forte, His skills were not amazing, instead he was the perfect defence compared to the worlds vicious offense. How life constantly knocked ourselves down on the knees and refused to let go for even a single moment as it continued wailing on us.
"Get out of the way, you green piece of shit!"
The bandit spoke while throwing his body up into the air slightly to allow his knife to drag more force behind it, aiming it forwards and attempting to slice through your entire body with one vicious ki blade slash. The lenght slowly expanding with energy leaking out as a blueish blade became visible. But he was too slow, even the basic training of a namekian would have known how to defend against something like this by striking him straight in the heart and eliminating him. Yet there was a more complex technique, one of slamming your lance onto his wrist to disarm him before knocking him out. An nonlethal route as there was merely one bit of knowledge that was strangely cruel when one were to think about it.
The strongest prison was not death, the strongest prison was not the release of somebody from their mortal body, it was the constant struggle of having a unmovable wall infront of you that brought him to his knees every single time. Knocking him down as he tries to do bad while he has to take responsibility for every single life that was taken by this blade he carried, to take responsibility for this weight that he abandoned. This weight that was hidden within the lance of a true hero, of a true dragoon. The immense weight of their lances that kept one reminded of how expensive it was to simply take out a life and that reminded a person of how dangerous it was to point such a vicious weapon at somebody.
'Go with your sense of justice.'
Ayumu spoke, His mind having raced on as he abandoned his sorrow, a small spark lighting within his heart.
'Show us what a true guardian is, show us how good you namekians are at keeping life in balance and show us just how good you, namorel are at keeping everything going for those who are shielded under your protective wings of green like the mighty green motherly dragons of the past! Just like the ancient myths of a dragoon!'
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2016 20:52:04 GMT
Namorel Powerlevel: 5,130 [-75% Heavy Weight Reduction]
"You think you can make me?"This is all Namorel said towards the large bandit that had business behind the namekian, but Namorel stood his ground, the knife didn't scare him and neither did the build of the man. Honestly Namorel saw the man's position as rather pitiful... not only on him wasting his life away taking that of others, but that he didn't even have the decency to accept an obvious challenge when it stood before him, he was weak in Namorel's eyes. The mixed emotions Namorel felt made the lance ripple lightly as the ki that is composed of flared up lightly, almost like an ethereal fire glistening the entirety of the dragoon lance. Namorel's stern face took on an expression somewhere between absolute hatred and a solidified distaste for the man, he knew nothing of him and yet he felt he could count the lives that rested on the edged of his blade or on that of the remaining bandits that accompanied him, if one wasn't already too many... any number beyond was ridiculous and deserved punishment at the hands of an equal... someone who actually stands a chance without the need to call for help from others. Unlike the weak that these bandit preyed on, Namorel was ready to give them hell... to obliterate every whimsy that the man may have as to making it out of this fight without something to think about at the least. "I expected more from an 'experienced' killer."Namorel spoke softly and sarcastically towards the bandit, whom had jumped into the air to extend the opportunity of his blade that seemed to have expanded with the use of ki. IT was almost to easy to avoid, Namorel could kill him... but what good would that do him? If he kills this man, does that not just put him in the shoes of who he had killed? Namorel had to do something better... something lasting. He would watch the ki blade for a split second, measuring his opponent in size and strength, looking for the quickest opening to execute his retaliation on the man. It would only take an instant before Namorel stepped to the right, reeling the lance into a spiral at his left, intending for the teeth of the dragon's head to catch the knife and disarm it from the man. With this following in suite he would continue by shifting his legs to the right, thus turning his body to allow his lance to graze the face or chest of the man, large enough to leave a scar that would remain with him for the remainder of his life. If Namorel were to succeed in his retaliation he would only speak a few words to the main before allowing the lance to vanish. "For every new kill... I will add another one to you... pathetic."
KP: 3/3[No Techniques used] Nostalgic Ayumu
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Sept 12, 2016 22:00:05 GMT
While your attack came as a lightning bolt, slamming into his limbs, the words came like the hammer of odin himself, slamming into his consciousness as his eyes slowly started to roll back. Foam slowly starting to appear at the bottom of his mouth as he wanted to speak a few words of swears, anger, it was obvious that his entire face was about to kill you if it could. But he fainted and fell down to his knees before slowly landing on the ground with this vicious scar on his face, always having had targets that could not struggle it was faced with somebdoy who could easily slam him down just like he had done with the others as Ayumu started to speak up, still being incapable of moving as freely as he wished too.
"Does it not feel disgusting? To be faced with those who have gone this far into the darkness and have accepted themselves as a evil to better only themselves?"
Ayumu spoke while slowly gritting his teeth, a soft creaking sound being heard as he started forcing his body to stand up as small ribbons of energy slowly made their way upwards as a few eyes looked at you from far away distances. They were not real, or atleast that was what anybody would say upon having this expierience occur to them at first before they just vanished as ayumu his glare softened.
"I can see what you truely are Namorel, but for this let us go inside and take a cup of tea as we will have to discuss something about your gift of learning all this, it surely is not just luck and i am certain that this warrior is not the only guy who will come here. Namekians are said to have a hidden stash of money from the loans they get from the governement as they can live just of water, simply stockpiling it and as such they get raided regularly."
Simply looking at the surrounding walls with a painfull smile on his face, knowing that not everything was going to be rosy and happy for a while longer, the two had some time to kill to get some energy back before the main attack would occur.
"There will be two warriors that are at your strenght arriving here shortly, well, shortly is moreso in my terms, in a minute or fifteen, if you have questions. Ask them now as we do not have too much time to be bantering and having a bit of fun. You of all people with that expierience should know that you should live your life to the fullest with nothing obstructing it right?"
Bringing both his hands up to Hana and lifting her up, slowly carrying her inside, it was obvious that there was not much time to get her to rest, these attacks would come with six waves and this was just the first one, according to the eyes of a small song bird making its way through the forest.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2016 0:19:37 GMT
Namorel Powerlevel: 5,130 [-75% Heavy Weight Reduction]
Namorel took one more disgusted look at the man as he fell to the ground, the wound embedded into his face as a constant reminder of his transgressions on the lives of others and the world as a whole, however before Namorel would follow the old man he would fire a small sum of ki blasts into the ground to create a pit of sorts, one about ten feet deep and four feet wide. He picked up the bandit's body and set him down inside the hole in case he were to regain consciousness at any point in the near future. The old man Ayumu spoke to Namorel, asking him a question on how he felt about the bandit and the actions he had done prior to the brief encounter they had just had. Namorel's feelings were rather split between absolute disgust and hatred, however neither of these ran to any extreme in his mind... instead they fused into some sort of grey... like a sense of justice in its own right. Doing the right thing without going to the extreme. "Disgust is no where near enough to get the point about, rather I feel... vindictive, but not in a bad way I guess..."The namekian replied as he followed the old human. His ears were perked back to listen. He was unsure if anyone else would come, but caution was not to be thrown to the wind just yet. There was still much risk and with Hana in such a critical condition, Namorel would have to be the best line of defense he could offer to Ayumu and Hana. He heard a small bird nearby, but decided to shrug it off as simply another animal that was merely living in the environment, not knowing the true significance of the creature to the party.
KP: 3/3[No Techniques used] Nostalgic Ayumu
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Sept 14, 2016 21:04:39 GMT
While the bird made its way through the forest, carrying a few bits of information within its head a few soft mutterings came from its mouth as its eyes locked onto the white dome of a house “Deplorable...” The wings on its body continually flapped its wings to keep its body gliding through the air, avoiding a few trees, the objective that was deemed important to it just slowly closed in further and further “Just completely worthlessly useless these darned imbeciles are.”
In the house, Namorel his house to be precise, a namekian Ayumu had been gladly spending his time with for these past half a hour that had passed, combat and intrigue completely taking control of everything that was happening. Small wires of energy expanding from the tip of his finger as sweat slowly ran down his head, the beads reflecting the light coming in from one of the windows as he then spoke up “Namorel, take deep breaths, make certain to.. if you at least have one, excuse me for being a bit rash, to calm down your heart.” Beating upon his own torso once to get a feeling of what was going inside using a small pulse of energy before keeping his finger on top. Feeling the reflecting energy from hitting his vitals with a soft wincing notion, Ayumu was certain that there was nothing too damaged hidden away upon removing his finger. Especially if a single mistake could mean fatality, he would not have removed his finger if it was not for that absolute certainty. Snapping his fingers towards Namorel, cutting of the ropes that had spread “What are the questions you have for this old fart, make them brief and do not expect too much from me. I am tired, Old and I simply am preparing myself to strike against the iron while its still hot.”
The ropes themselves were crawling outside, tracing across the ground while making their way onto the bandits, tying them up with a rather impressive knot, connecting towards the ankles, elbows and knees. It was almost as if he did not want to take any precaution on these risk factors.
With great speed a small songbird made its way across the large open plains as the chasing Bandits were dropped by the obstructing ropes, falling down into the holes as the second set of ropes that were made before just started doing the job on the new ones. Many complaints, including swears and some even begging to be released with a sharp edge in their words became certain that just freedom was not on their mind. It was Revenge, something completely alien to this bird as the only emotions going through its head at this very moment were the next time it got some Seeds and the next time it got to smash a wall.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 15, 2016 11:35:05 GMT
Namorel Powerlevel: 5,130 [-75% Heavy Weight Reduction] T1 House Active
The walk back to the structure was a mild one, Namorel was still seething with a combination of feelings towards the bandit(s) in the encounter only minutes ago. Feelings of both disgust and some other contrived emotional feeling he couldn't bother himself to even attempt to name at that time. He didn't want to plague himself with these thoughts, yet at the same time they were exhilarating, he was unsure what he really wanted done with the feelings, rather letting them sit than do much else to bother them. Perhaps these feelings were those that were supposed to be felt towards actions one deemed so wrong and disgusting, it was a new level of upset that he had never before reached. The closer he got to the white domed house however, the closer his mood felt towards a calming sense, yet the fire burned deep inside him; Remembering what Ayumu had told him before, that compassion was the key... did this mean these feelings were not bad, but rather the normal response to one's lack of compassion for another or even themselves. The fires did not burn at his arms, nor did he feel himself being drained. Making it through the threshold of the house relieved him, he walked to he closest thing the house had to a corner and sat, he let his mind wander as the older human spoke. Namorel noticed the sweat and found it rather curious that the older human, who seemed so spry before, now sat here as tired as one would respect form someone around his age. "Calmness comes as it pleases, if I force it I will only end up tiring my own self out, and that would be of no benefit to anyone."The namekian replied with a sigh, his heart was racing and his mind was fluttering endlessly. the breathing techniques were a slow and yet rather effective solution to a problem that the namekian was sure was going to persist beyond only this instant. He was reluctant to allow himself to calm down, if more people were to come, then he would need to be in a fighting spirit... even if it was one guided by hate rather than virtue. He was unsure if he could effectively pull himself into a fighting mindset without falling back into the destructive attitude he was working his way out of now. The potential in this bother him to his core as the flames of disgust and hatred slowly faded with each breath he took. As he breathed he could hear various sounds in the distance, but they were all so distinct that the namekian could not make out anything in particular, rather it all ran together ever so incoherently in his mind. Occasionally as he meditated to calm himself his mind would draw back on his father, when he would try to calm Namorel as a child... the namekian was rather often in fightts with his peers over who was more powerful and Namorel's father spent time out of his days to help the namekian learn how to channel himself, but these lessons collapsed at the death of his father many years ago.
KP: 3/3[No Techniques used] Nostalgic Ayumu
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Sept 15, 2016 17:33:50 GMT
Taking out a small stick from the side of his pocket, Ayumu would look to the roof as his breathing became slowly more regulated. Pain and regret slowly flowing through his veins as he went to count through how many times he had overexerted himself, how often he had put himself in the face of danger or even brought others with him to such difficult fronts. Slowly closing his eyes and starting to bite on this small stick, it looked at first in the large hand of his like a cigarette yet after a few moments of hearing his teeth, a soft scent could be seen coming from it. Slowly chewing in this cinnamon stick within his mouth Ayumu started to speak the few words he had to say towards this warrior before his very eyes “Hey, do you know what most namekians call this their first transformation? Or at least from what I myself remember during my time with them.” Moving his large, firm hand towards a small creature with beautiful feathers to land onto his hand as he slowly carried the creature to his shoulder, letting it rest for a few precious seconds as soon he let out a few sounds of ouch as his hair was being pulled upon. Possibly frustration from the animal itself as after a few moments, possibly even a few seconds the creature started to lower its body and take a deep breath before resting.
An telepathic message started to make its way into our skulls as the source seemingly came from the bird, it was a pleasant voice, a bit raspy but it was a feminine one alright 'There are going to be a few strong ones... from what I have noticed they will be arming them with great swords as normal blades and weapons would not make much of a difference against ki based warriors. Be prepared for some heavy blows, Especially you Namekian.' Another soft shuffle was seen from the creature as Ayumu let out a painful groan, knowing that nothing good would come from this fight if we just sat still and waited for every attack to come, waiting for them to set up attacks and prepare everything with his eyes slowly turning towards the roof again to continue what he tried to say earlier “Only the greatest namekians have gotten themselves into the ranks of warriors, some even bringing forwards hundreds of achievement before they attain this form, others obtain it within a mere few seconds. It all differs from person to person, from namekian to namekian, yet there is always one comparison to be drawn with all of them, it is that they are all great in their own sense.” A nasty cracking sound heard as Ayumu bit the entire cinnamon stick in two before swallowing it with a rather displeased expression, softly muttering about how the taste was a bit too strong, was it a little medicine of his own to keep his senses to himself instead of passing out? Although small options of why he did this came up to the table, one certain factor was slowly becoming more apparent in this scenario. “Namorel, You are a great guy, I have seen this from my own eyes but you lack something that you think makes you great don't you? Something akin to insecurity, or possibly a lack over a emotion, maybe you have something in your past tormenting you or even other goals that block you from getting your mind out there free of any problems... If you wish to tell me, go ahead, if you wish for me to teach you more before the great second fight occurs, go ahead because you need to prepare for this next fight. Carefully.”
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Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2016 14:09:00 GMT
Namorel Powerlevel: 5,130
Namorel continued to watch the old man, his conditions not seeming too great for the moment at hand, but at the very least there was nothing occurring at this time while he showed these signs of apparent weakness, perhaps it was due to the situation or what had happened to Hana. Namorel didn't really know, but the old human seemed to have some link with her beyond merely that of the emotional scale.. perhaps telepathic? He wondered while he waited, it was a brief silence before Ayumu broke it when he bit into the cinnamon stick, both the sound and the smell drawing Namorel's attention back to the old man. He himself had no idea as to what the older human was taking the time to eat, but it seemed to be calming him down some and this was a good sign enough despite the peculiar aroma that came off of it, not exactly terrible and yet not that good either. Namorel would have asked more about it, his curiosity only peaked to avoid the peculiar sticks in the future, however the old man would ask him a question that would draw his mind from the cinnamon rather quickly. The first... transformation? He had not heard that term in some time when referring to the ascension of one of his race. Typically many referred to these 'transformations' as mental or physical ascensions beyond that which were typical to the species and making them stand out from their peers, of any of the three castes. "Well, I have never personally met a namekian who achieved a transformation.... or ascension, many of them came in legend from different villages or simply in myth. We refer to the vast majority of them simply as heroes to our particular caste or clan. I really don't know if any other names are commonplace."The namekian replied at first, looking up fromt he ground at which he faced when he talked to see a small bird resting on the older human, it seemed attached to Ayumu in some manner, and then it telepathically communicated with Namorel.. or perhaps both of them. What felt like a raspy feminine voice warned them of the next wave of bandits and the equipment they carried, not too much to worry about beyond the weight of the weapons they carried themselves. Ayumu would let out another groan after the bird finished speaking, showing the cinnamon was not quite doing it entirely. The old man spoke once more, detailing how every namekian who had ascended did so with ehtir own repertoire of feats and accomplishments they earned along the way, and essentially saying that Namorel himself would accomplish tasks and feats of his own with time before himself would ascend himself. Namorel nodded with this, it being a firm belief of his own. The old man bit the stick in half before speaking once more to the namekian. "Something I would like to learn...? There are plenty of feats of my people I never had the opportunity to learn due to caste boundaries when I lived on Namek, mostly the magical arts of my people... would you perhaps contain this knowledge of the way they channeled the magic of the world(s)?"Namorel replied to the question with a question of his own, hoping hte old man may know something, for the magics of the namekians were always amazing to him and he wanted to learn to channel the powers of his people.
KP: 3/3[No Techniques used] Nostalgic Ayumu
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Sept 16, 2016 19:08:32 GMT
Slapping his own leg and letting out a booming sound of laughter, Ayumu brought his eyes to your face while shaking softly, knowing how stupid this question was of having something like that taught before pointing towards him. “You are not stupid are you? You must have learned from what has happened before, it is not ki after all!” Letting the bird hop a few times to get a comfortable spot to sit, there was a look of frustration on the bird as Ayumu continued “Just remember it as it is!”
With this words the surroundings started to be lit up in a large blue wave of energy moving in all directions, moving in all paths and even going as far as to enter our bodies, caress it, sometimes even exiting from our very beings before a deep breath was taken causing a sudden gap to appear in the blue as it was all sucked into his body “There you go. That is all it is, You breathe in, you breathe out and just accept the forces from entering you. Humans have started to make a larger deal out of this than anybody may have expected, researching every little thing that can be used while some grow stronger above others from what they know. Yet you as a namekian should have no problem it is not training you seek, it is the awakening to magic you had required.” Before starting to have a realization, he just started giggling like a child while speaking towards you. “You just needed that spark~”
The bird sitting on his shoulder, a song bird, started pecking the living crap out of Ayumu, as he started moving his head slightly to dodge a few of the pokes before the others ran down on him like a barrage of doom with nobody really to stop it as his pained voice came out “Sorry! Sorry! I will not make these puns anymore!” 'You darn right you won't, you bag of filth!' “Hey! I know i am in the wrong but don't you dare shout such vulgarities in front of a child! That is just uncalled for! What would you do if he starts swearing just like you? That would ruin his adorable element of being so naive!” Yet the bird refused to give in, flapping its wings and letting out a few beautiful cries with that hidden gem of anger burning deep within.
But above all, with the paces coming from outside, Loud, Stomping noises a few people had started to make their way towards the house. The fighters had arrived and it was not going to be a easy fight as you would have to deal with two, yet their power was... seemingly a lot lower than at first imagined as the bird nodded "This man will out power them slightly, but we must be careful to not let Namorel remove his weights, if they do then they will activate their supportive armors."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2016 19:50:37 GMT
Namorel Powerlevel: 5,130 [-75% Heavy Weights Reduction] Tier One House
Namorel watched as the old man began to laugh, a bellowing laugh of sorts. At fist the namekian had no idea as to what could have set the old human off to laugh so intently... that was until Ayumu elaborate on why he was laughing. He seemed to find it rather hilarious that the fact Namorel was naive to the the magic he was preforming outside, the namekian had attributed it to merely augmenting his ki energy with an element of choice, but he was obviously wrong based on the behavior of the elder human. Namorel had never really though of it that way, only feeling the energy flow through him in a manner similar to that of the ki energy he was so used to... perhaps it was due to his innate capabilities as a namekian, never really tapping into the potential that swelled inside of him all of these years. He had personally never seen a Dragon Caste namekian use magic beyond healing and the thought of such a wide variety of this energy existed in the universe. "Hmm... I honestly hadn't seen that as a possibility, they both feel very similar when in use. It is hard to tell. The way they flow... it is almost identical if one does not know any better or focus on the minor differences between them."The namekian spoke in response to the old man, his mind was boggled h=when he came to this realization that he had been capable of these things without the truly formal teachings of the Dragon Elders. A blue wave of energy would then flow through them, going everywhere and yet it seems it went nowhere, remaining in place and in motion. The paradox of creation stood at their fingertips. Namorel felt something almost... 'click' inside himself, he had no real idea what it was, but it was a magnificent feeling. Something like he had never felt before, the energy flowed freely through him, unlike the uniform discipline of ki energy; it had its own sort of design and architecture as to how it fed itself through others and the world. Namorel wanted to study it further, yet he knew he had not the time right now, they were on an uncertain time constraint, waiting for the next wave to close in on them. Ayumu once more began to spoke and Namorel's attention was fully drawn to the old man. "I guess you are right... yet it is an interesting and new feeling... something, that when I have the time I will need to study into further and get a greater grasp on it, to use it better at the least."Namorel spoke, to the old man to find him being assaulted by the bird, further inspection would reveal the two to be arguing over something, Namorel didn't bother to delve into this fact until he heard the old man refer to him as a child. He raised a hand and was going to speak, but opted out and gave the old man a dirty look instead, rather ticked he would refer to Namorel as that... even if there was a great age difference at hand. It was rather uncalled for. However his attention was once more drawn when he heard the marching outside, the wave must have been arriving. He silently rose to his feet and began walking towards the doorway, prepared as he ever could be to protect this area and those that lived here despite the costs.
KP: 3/3[No Techniques used] Nostalgic Ayumu
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Sept 16, 2016 21:58:13 GMT
With Ayumu taking his eyes to look towards you, he knew of the dirty look but above all, he knew of the marching front of war that was starting to appear. Something that would attempt to eradicate everything you could possibly have or hold, even if you were to be dirt poor they would not be afraid to turn the place to cinders just to dig out the metals that would be possibly hidden. “See you soon. Do not forget to bring back their weapons, we can use the metals for it more than they will need them.” while slowly manifesting a pipe between his fingers and letting a blue breath spread out from his nostrils.
These first few steps outside were enough to take in how the situation had completely changed, the cliff that this house was build upon was set up with small hooks and climbing robes for a later force that was preparing down there as two warriors clad in a full body protection suit more akin to a hero outfit marked with stains of blood and cuts from blades, some spots even had small holes as they were from possible ki blasts or gunfire. Yet at the first impression these two gave was that they were hardened warriors who had gotten what they wanted after a failed attempt at being a hero? It was known that being a hero was not cheap and there were many children who grew up believing that being a hero would be amazing and everything would come you, just another victim of the hard truth... “Brother, It is the namekian, those fiends who take what we deserve.” The right one spoke, his tone was more raspy and had a small stuttering in it, the voice crack masked by a voice translator that covered up its face like a arcosian face combat mask. The other who reacted had a cracked voice translator, speaking a few swears in the tongue of the namekians before stomping his foot on the ground with what everybody could assume to be a grin hidden behind the fabric as his cheek muscles tensed up slightly. “Shut it Little Brother, we are going to show this piece of shit why we are called the shearing brothers of heaven and hell.”. The two handed blade that was placed on the back of this little brother had a rusted back end was a obvious improvised saw, not even having the stabbing edge, it was merely a work tool as the older brother his weapon was half a scissor that drastically out sized him. Performing a few practice swings, the smaller brother spoke up for a last time before the fight began “Where is the gold you have stolen from us true earthlings, the earth has belonged to us ages ago and we wish to keep it like this, give us all your possessions and we will not have to kill you as hard as we will do it when you will struggle. There is no reason for filth like you to survive on this planet.”
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Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2016 4:34:28 GMT
Namorel Powerlevel: 5,130 [-75% Heavy Weights] Tier One House
"I'll keep that in mind then."Namorel laughed as he said this, walking out of the threshold of the structure that was his house. The sun glistened against the polished marble that made up the structure the party was in moments ago. He contemplated why the old man may have wanted the weapons, perhaps he intended to craft something with them and that was his intention. Namorel didn't let this matter bother him too much, rather turning his head back to the cliff side. The glisten of metal caught his eye, the hooks clung to the top of the rock flimsily and they showed signs of tension on the rope tied to them on one end. This must have been the entry point for at least one of the portions of this wave, although Namorel hoped that this would be the only entry point of this current wave of opponents that way he wouldn't need to swap between two attacking fronts at the same time. He would step towards the cliff some more before peeking over the side to come face to face with looked like flimsily dressed units. It almost looked as if the two at one point gave the hero gig a shot, and their failures turned them to the life of crime that came with being bandits. Various stains and points of damage on the suits made it apparent they had experience in combat to some extend, be it merely combat with weapons of melee or gun descent or combat with ki energy; either way Namorel would have to be on edge to face off against both of them in order to win and not risk the safety of his guests or the greater area they currently resided in. One of theme appeared to be holding a sort of improvised weapon, this was the first on the list of possibly many weapons Namorel would need to focus on.. he took a mental note of this in order to not forget. "I literally have no idea what the hell you are talking about, but I know sure as hell that my race would never do something like that... take it back or face my wrath."
Namorel replied to the two, apparently brothers. They seemed to be blaming the namekian race for something completely out of their nature. Namorel took this extremely personally and a fire lit in his eyes... the fires stroked at his arms once more as he lost control of his own emotions... with each minute he slipped further and further into the madness that was overtaking his mindset. A small cackle erupted from the namekian as he took a few steps closer to these brothers with intent to hurt them very, very, very severely. The laughing would be come extremely more constant as the flames drew up his arms, engulfing to his shoulders and the fires burning wildly with each step. "It's sad to see the innocent corrupted by the madness of life and its pressures, but no one... no one has the place to call another person's species out for something they would never do!! Learn your place!"
Namorel said this before flashing forward, attempting to grab the two that had made themselves his opponent by the head. If this were made successful he would then jump off of the cliff, flashing ki and fire into both hands, and as a bonus the faces of the brothers, in an attempt to smash both brothers into the ground below. He had no intent to kill either, but he did want to severe hurt them and hope they saw the errors of their way, the thought of possibly killing them didn't really cross his mind as the seconds between it all passed. Instead his pure rage flickered, many people had made fun of his race after his arrival on Earth, but he did not have the power to deal with any of them before hand and yet now he felt as if he stood a chance and the madness saw its chance to rise to the surface as he went all out on these two humans. Memories of his past flashed before him as he charged towards them. They were a mesh of the times we was still loathing over his father's death on top of random moments sprinkled from his distant past. Although none of it had anything to do with the matter at hand, perhaps it was merely a reaction to the emotional welling inside him, but they came rapidly and only fueled the fire in his hands.
KP: 3/3[No Techniques used] Nostalgic Ayumu
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