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Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2016 2:12:11 GMT
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Burning, searing, this is the feeling rushing through Namorel's body as he slowly opened his eyes, squinting to avoid advancing the pain across his skull further. He could feel another feeling against his body, something exterior... it was a warm sensation that tingled his very skin as it continued to occasionally fluctuate in intensity. his mind was too clouded to realize what it really was as he finally gathered his bearings around him. Rising to his knees, his hand rested against the warm ground as he lifted up form his side.
"W... where the hell am I?"
These were the first words that came to Namorel's mind as he managed to get his eyes to fully open without an excessive pain shooting between the two of them. What he saw below him was dirt, freshly drawn up top soil for that matter, with torched grass and rocks in the nearby vicinity as well. Then he saw it, the blazing inferno before him snapped him into full cognition in an instant,
"Why is everything on fire?!?"
He was in shock by the sheer capacity of fire eating away at the trees around him. A small brown bottle was on the ground beside him, half full of a similarly brown liquid that smelled peculiar, almost like fire itself. The little he could remember was meeting with Ayumu earlier, but by the look of the sky... how long ago was earlier?
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Dec 3, 2016 10:37:28 GMT
Ayumu himself slowly felt his body ache as soft rushes of pain went through his body while his eyes were still covered with a slight colouration from the drinks he had consumed mere hours ago... Hours? Maybe even an day ago, it was completely impossible for his mind to comprehend what had happened while the flames that were starting to die down lightly around this area would bring anger to the face of the already wasted Ayumu as his hand moved over to the namekian "Namorel... Namorel are you there?" before rapidly moving his hand to his own forehead in a painfull groan of agony. Knowing full well that every single movement of his body caused a pretty nasty headache to appear disrupting him from doing anything productive for a good while before searching for a few herbal spices he would surely have left in the kitchen of Namorel, or atleast what he claimed to be his kitchen for the sake of not having to carry around all these tools and materials. "Namorel, my head hurts like a motherfucker... Just what have we done...?" Before then a sudden pressure was building up within his own building, Ayumu emptied his bowels through one of the windows straight into one of the flames before painfully muttering back inwards after a quick wipe "That is taken care of one fire..." Untill an single memory would have slowly crawled up from his alcohol induced state... An single man who had snuck their way into this festive attitude as Namorel and Ayumu had met once again with a few flasks and now here we are, with said man rapidly vanishing into the woods while leaving a trail of flames. Ayumu simply raised his hand to Namorel and the ball called Hana that was peacefully sleeping within one of his pockets before clutching his head "Its those fucking bandits... It is those fuckers again...!"
-Hana : 3,589,584, Ayumu is eh. you know the dealio. Using my house bonus for once-
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Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2016 11:14:56 GMT
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"I... kami damn it my head hurts... I have no idea what has happened..."
The namekian replied to the familiar voice that spoke in the vacinity outside of his view. The sound made his ears and head sear once more in pain before calming down one more time. Taking the bottle nearby him and throwing it towards the fire he would watch the flames as he listened to the voice that sounded ever so familiar. Taking his eyes off the flames he would see a red faces Ayumu in a similar position to himself. Although seeing the human in any position that wasn't well... Ayumu was peculiar to Namorel. He would hear a small explosion behind him as flaming glass flew past his face, leaving a small scratch across his cheek.
"Well... that was, what the hell was that? And bandits? I thought I took care of them. hic"
The namekian was utterly confused by the old human's statement, wondering which of them bandits would have been behind it this time. His thoughts were insanely foggy and he couldn't get a straight thought in that didn't seem incomplete. Rather he would sit down and clasp his face while wondering if he had done the right thing.
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Dec 3, 2016 11:27:11 GMT
While you were busy questioning everything, Ayumu simply carried himself forwards while shaking from left to right before slamming into a table that was in the middle of the room rather loudly, nearly falling ontop of it. Using the edges of the table to move forwards at a stern and rapid pace, Ayumu would start to speak towards the Namekian that was busy handling his headache while letting out a painfull set of groans that were seemingly speech at first before coughing rather loudly and falling on his bum near Namorel "Ey oy... Eh... Okay, Wake up, Wake up namorel" Ayumu continued. Refusing to let the Namekian completely drown himself in this delicious nectar that was tempting him right at this very moment "Okay, You gotta get your namekian pride back together like a puzzle... God i would love a puzzle right no- no no no, Okay, We need to stop this fire and... And uhh... Do you remember what i need to do, oh yeah, we need to capture that fucker who set fire to this little area... Is it little even? No i do not care, we must stop him right now!" Starting to lift his body as the flames only grew closer and closer to the house with a rather grim reminder hidden within it that life was slowly dying out as everything continued. The markings of people having thrown torches and people throwing bottles of oil and alcohol visibly spread out rather far "You learned how to handle fire before did you not? Then go put out all these flames right the fuck now, if not i will have to slap some sense into you right this bloody moment Namorel, you are the only one who can get this train on the road again, stand up and do something finally!" Small strands of energy starting to lick up his body as he tried to get his body detoxified from the encounter with alcohol he had, from the confusing thoughts that were stuck in his head and even the sense of dread that was overcoming him, depending on something akin to alcohol was never a smart choice for anybody. It truely was not as it constantly caused them to fall down a endless chasm that would break you into a million pieces and sometimes spit you out as a destructive shell of yourself while Ayumu had his eyes slowly close before then opening them quickly with a single shred of clarity hidden within them, trying to keep himself together for once.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2016 12:12:21 GMT
| Namorel Powerlevel: 51,498
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Fire? Oh... oh yeah! I can do that thing..."
Namorel glanced from side to side for a moment, making sure there was noone else there to see him potentially screw up in his efforts to accomplish this task. Lifting his hands and closing his eyes he would focus on the fire around them, the searing heat comforting against his skin as he felt it all draw closer, pulling it into the palms of his hands and compressing it into a singularity between his hands and compressing it into the smallest form he can manage before launching it into the sky, detonating it like a small firework with the power of a miniature nuclear weapon, the sparks fading mear feet from flammable material below.
"I think... I think that was all of it. Now let's find the bastards that gave me a hard time... us, us a hard time."
Namorel continued speaking after a long sigh. His mind was begining to clear up some as he concentrated more, but the stinging pain consisted some even now, but he may as well ignore it for his own sake and to find out who screwed up those beautiful trees.
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Dec 3, 2016 12:21:08 GMT
Then it came, it was almost as sudden as a hammer blow into the skull of somebody's cranium as a small sound blast crashed through the area, with the velocity of a cannon as Hana swiftly manifested as a wall before pushing both herself and Ayumu into the wall with a rather large explosion as a few grunts stood far infront of us dressed in black outfits with a bandana on their head showing a dead namekian symbol while laughter started to be heard "Ohoho! It seems that this earth greenie has woken up! Guys, Let us prepare because our leader is going to travel to namek for some destruction he is!" Forming a cross over their torso by simply crossing their arms while showing their tongues with a mark of an human crowned image on the top. There have always been groups of people that nobody would be willing to take out or some people just flat out ignored but these have been warring against the normal standards to bring forwards their racist remarks that these slugs should just go back to the kinder garden, instead of living with us in the current world of earth, they were taking places and jobs that the normal population could have. After the saiyan war with the slowly restoring order of the planet as their union was still as strong as ever, people had started to form smaller groups of complaints, some starting to pull the racism trigger to blame them for their own mistakes and the mistakes that their ancestors had done, before the group then stopped crossing their arms while pulling out small ray like weapons with a loud whistling sound coming from them before Ayumu tossed you a small set of ear plugs hoping that you knew what to do with them. Letting his words boom over the immense whistling sound "Come on namorel!" before suddenly stopped as he started throwing up through one of the holes in the wall from the contents of his stomach being heavily shaken up and only making it worse for him. Hana slowly taking the time to pat the old fool on his back as he was suffering from the immense amount of drinking he had done the night before.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2016 13:00:28 GMT
| Namorel (Hiro) Powerlevel: 51,498 x7 Powerlevel: 360,486
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You... Have... Got... To... Be... Fucking... Kidding... Me..."
Namorel was anything but pleased at the figures speaking towards him. He took a deep breath and with an irritated sigh unleashed a surge of air around him and generate a polearm in his right hand, a dragon spiraling down shaft of the weapon, with the head opening to the blade, green mist coming from the nostrils of the dragon itself, a sort light green color akin to Namorel's own ki.
"You have thirty seconds to start explaining yourself before I leave you in a hole with nothing but your torsos and your head... I WILL sever it all!!!"
Namorel launched himself at the bandits, and with a long slash of the lance would attempt to launch the bandits into the air before preparing his plans on how to properly eviscerate these monsters.
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Dec 3, 2016 13:08:28 GMT
While you powered yourself through the pain of the ringing, the first strike was true, jamming the blade into one of the bandits their torso's before the momentum blasted two others into trees and the other that you had turned into a shish kebab into the sky itself followed by a soft and rather comfortable ping sound as the sparkle in the sky indicated he had left this battle rather quickly. The other two were still coughing rather painfully as their weapons were on the ground before your feat as they had stopped ringing as loudly as before but they were still being a rather big menace with that soft toned ringing akin to whistling, letting their damage continue being done. Hana herself had stopped patting Ayumu his back and made her way over to Namorel, looking quite suprised at the increase of strenght he was visibly showing at this very moment before speaking "Now now, it seems you have gotten yourself to go beyond the impossible and broke past the unbreakable, straight into something new have you not?" Using a small projectile of mana to elongate into a halberd that was incredibly less detailed than yours before comparing the sizes she then make a mental note, calculating the weight slowly in her head before then once again whistling and clapping her hands together causing the entire object she manifested herself to dissapear into a bunch of falling flowers as the ashes of trees nearby were a painfull sight to see "That is a pretty hefty and strong weapon you got there, how did you even get your hands on it?" was her first question before then turning her palms to the ground and slowly surging mana into the flow of the earth and into the veins of nature itself, the dragon vein some legends say it while attempting to restore the plants that had been harmed, sweat starting to slowly become apparant on her head. "It has been a while since we really talked and last night is just a mess in our mind... If you are not too busy dealing with those guys can you tell me what you have been doing lately?" Hana asked while it was obvious from her tone of voice that she was keeping herself under a large amount of pressure from the trick she was trying to pull of at this land beneath her feet.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2016 13:43:02 GMT
| Namorel (Hiro) Powerlevel: 51,498 x7 Powerlevel: 360,486
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The soft ping and sight of the man being launched into the sky was a liberating and magnificent feeling, one that make Namorel smirk some with content as to what he had accomplished. Staring the others down he lifted his lance, ready to take a swing at them, however the sound of Hana behind him made him lower his weapon as he remembered he wasn't supposed to push himself too far or he may end up killing someone... speaking of which, he looked up to where he had launched the previous guy into the stratosphere, but shoved the thought aside as he turned to reply to the female associate(?) of Ayumu.
"You know full well they deserved it, and they better explain the whole Namek bit soon."
Saying the last part with a glare at the remaining two bandits he would watch as Hana created a weapon of her own out of her ki, but convert it into another form of matter instead, perhaps it had some sort of symbolism to it, but the namekian had no idea as to what it could have possibly meant. On the other hand her sudden change of subject and atmosphere slightly unsettled the namekian, and yet he found no reason to not answer truthfully to the matter as this woman was still an enigma to him and he was sure she was some sort of polar to the generally lax and seemingly carefree Ayumu, and if this was the case he may be dealing with his worst nightmare, or worse.
"I've been contemplating my motives and thinking perhaps I need to seek out guidance for my actions and possibly to come to terms with my past."
Namorel casually replied, still shooting the bandits glares and generating bees in his hand, the creatures crawling about his arm frantically as if ready to be unleashed. However these bees would be no ordinary bees and if the bandits showed any inclination to runaway without expelling the little info they may have they would face the likes of bees that even the deepest depths of hell would want to avoid for the sheer capacity of their horror scares the ballsiest demons to the core of their sheer being.
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Dec 3, 2016 13:53:20 GMT
While you showed your opinion on these matters, Hana simply started to shake her head almost in a fierce motion, as if she was trying to convey the danger you were about to go through before a sudden snap in her neck was heard and with that single sound, Hana had lowered herself down to the ground while placing a hand on her neck while groaning painfully "Ouch! Ouch! This really hurts, alot, okay, but no seriously, what are you going to do there then? Show around your guns and then get yourself convinced by some sacks of shit that your studies should be continued?". Her tone was rather lonely, almost as if she was attempting to bring over a message to how the namekian traditions may once again tie you down before then starting to take a rather deep breath of air into her body and venting it out with a annoyed groan. "We will give you the ride, that is all i can promise, it will take a while for ayumu to wake up and then for us to step on the gas, but if you promise us that you will make Namek prosperious and do not side with those planning to desecrate your ancient ancestors and the relationships with your friends... You know what, i believe in you." Which was the last word she said before reaching out her hand. That was it, she had simply reached out her hand and stood there silently, a burning determination within those eyes of hers as she just waited for what you would promise as a massive roadblock was visible within the existance of Hana and Ayumu, refusing to let you slip into darkness.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2016 17:12:48 GMT
| Namorel (Hiro) Powerlevel: 51,498 x7 Powerlevel: 360,486
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Namorel looked to Hana with a mix of emotions hidden behind his generally stoic expression. He knew that returning home may not be the best solution in many ways, but at the same time... he had missed so much and never got to say a proper goodbye to his friends and those closest to him. Was his elder even still alive? Or did any of his peers reach the ranking of a full fledged warrior? These were questions that wracked his mind on a rather daily basis, leaving him curious as to the life of his siblings or the well being of his tribe. As he thought, concern spread throughout his mind and body, dropping his stoic scowl into a frown of discontent. He needed to return home no matter the consequences. Nodding to Hana and turning to look at the old human, Ayumu unconscious once more, he knew he had progressed a lot on this planet, but perhaps searching his heart rather than escaping his demons was what he needed more than anything, to reconnect with his roots.
"I'm sure and I promise, but I have to make sure they are all okay... and I need to meet someone important, to seek their guidance and wisdom."
These were the only words the namekian spoke as he walked over to the old human and sat nearby, dancing a spark between his fingers as he waited, waited for the human to wake up so that he may return to the place he swore he would leave in his past. Funny how everything turns around when you realize how wrong you had always been, but at the same time it harbors the most contenting feelings.
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Post by Vi-Poi on Dec 4, 2016 21:28:00 GMT
@namorel 1435 WC & 1507 Z 5656 + 1507 = 7163 Nostalgic Ayumu 1804 WC & 1155 PL! 1155 + 233,269 = 234,424 PL Adding.
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