The Next Generation [Invite]

Ollo couldn't help but jump at the sound of the voice, especially when a place like this looked abandoned. Although he was on guard for a second, jumping into a defensive position, he quickly relaxed as he saw who spoke. It was a pointed ear woman, similar to the few that he saw whilst at the Scar. So far none of these aliens seemed bad at all, hopefully meaning that she was just like the rest of them. "Oh, you scared me." He said, trying his best to force his expression to a neutral expression after the brief scare. After glancing at the statue that he was just staring at, the woman made a comment of her own, although she used a big word that he never heard of. "What's a megalo-thinga-magic," he asked, tiling his head at the word usage. 

Still, looking at the statue he couldn't help but feel a sense of ease looking at it. It was as if there was something vaguely familiar with it, although Ollo knew that this was the first time he had ever encountered something that looked like that. "I dunno, I think it would be neat. That means people like me a lot and I would be pretty happy." Well, there was at least some truth within her words. Having a bunch of strangers stare at a large version of himself would be a bit unnerving, but the coolness aspect definitely currently outweigh the oddness of it that he would feel. Still, he didn't particularly understand it all. Within his eyes, all he saw was a statue that looked really interesting. "Maybe they couldn't give us something good or someone made this without telling them." 

An idea came to his mind after realizing that he was now not alone in this place. Although he couldn't read, what if his new companion here could? "Um miss, do you think you can read that? I dunno how to read." He said, pointing at the engraved plate on the statue. Although many of the words were, broken it was still somewhat legible in some aspects.

Megalomania. The word sent shivers down his spine. It was safe to say that Ollo knew someone that fit that bill, although he didn't know whether or not he really wanted to use that word against him. Sure, he did some awful things but maybe he meant good in his eyes, not that the ends justified the means especially when he hurt so many people in the process. "Ok," he said simply before moving on to try and address the other aspects of her words or at least what he could. "Um, I dunno what's an ego either, but people here don't really have stuff like this. The most we have is statue of Porunga because he's the one that made us all." Well, he had seen smaller statues at the trading market at the Dend Capital but nothing as grandiose as this.

Finally the woman would read the template, or at least what she possibly could of what was placed in front of her. Ollo's ears perked up visibly at the sound of the guru and the mazoku as he looked at the statue once again, squinting to see if he could get a better look at it. "I don't think they were rivals. It looks like the mazoku likes the guru." Well, it was difficult to tell with all the wear and tear along with the vines that had begun to snake around the body of the two, but that was the impression he had so far. "See, that one is on his knees. It doesn't look like he doesn't want to do that, but like he really likes the guru." If this really was the guru, Ollo would also get upon his knees in a similar manner bowing his head briefly at the statue, giving a silent prayer to the figure in front of him. Once it had finished, he would then look up at the woman once again. "The guru is Porunga's favorite person so everyone on Namek really likes him since he helps us grow closer to him. I hear that people like to travel and visit him." A slight frown did come across his face though, "although he died a little ago so I dunno what happens now." 

Really? This was the first time Ollo had heard of rivals in that regard. Back home, the word rival was to never be used as it was synonymous to enemy. His eyes widened at the words, especially when he had never heard of it in that regard. "So you can try to be better at something and still be friends?" While he wasn't particularly sure how he would feel about someone competing against him, maybe other people liked it. The woman went on to describe the nature of the mazoku and the guru, stating the long time conflict that he was told as well. However, Ollo simply couldn't help but look at the statue with optimism, especially seeing how peaceful the two looked. 

The touch to the head suddenly jolted him, not particularly expecting the action. He would not act out against it and allow the action to happen, especially seeing as it had been so long since someone did something like that. The woman, eventually introducing herself as Tiamat then explained why she was here to begin with along with how the guru was elected. There was something that was bugging Ollo though. "Do you think that the guru will help end all the fighting between the warrior, dragon and mazoku?" He asked. It was a simple question, and even though Tiamat may not know the answer to it, he was hoping that he would hear something reassuring at the very least.

After she had introduced herself, Ollo would lift up his namekian hand for a handshake, giving the woman a big smile. "I'm Ollo. I'm just trying to find my dad here, although I really wish that all this fighting would stop. People are getting hurt and I don't like that." Maybe it wasn't the best idea to dump his life story onto a stranger, but Ollo never had been one to filter his emotions about this war. Taking a glance at the statue, he couldn't help but wonder if a union like that would be plausible again.

Competition? Ollo never really had a chance to do anything like that before, probably because he really never had an encounter with anyone that was his age. Within Pakashon Village, he was the youngest person there, with the next youngest being 5, which was the typical age of maturity. Similarly, most children he met were typically in the Mazoku village in which their own parent would keep them at arm's length from such a stranger. "Dunno who I can do that with. The only person I can practice magic with is my teacher, Sing." Well that was the only example she gave, but it wasn't as if he had much else to go off of. For combat, the teachers back home gauged everyone on individual results rather than as a group seeing as the village was small enough. 

Still, it definitely seemed as if Tiamat was much mores sensible than a lot of the other namekians that he had met, aside from one fact that she had gotten a bit confused. "A lot of the mazoku I talked to don't want the fighting to continue, although that's because a lot of the adults have to go out and fight and they get hurt." His face began to pout slightly, especially with how close to home this all felt. "There's also some really scary dragon people that want to continue this fighting. I dunno why but one of them I met is scarier than any Mazoku I've seen." A phantom shiver ran down his spine as the vision of Shakuhachi went through his mind. Nonetheless, he would nod when she said how they all deserved a second chance. If pacifism and redemption could be an option, it was one he would definitely take.

Then came the same question many people asked about his father. "I uh, don't know his name. I only know him as dad." He would admit, although fortunately thanks to Nero he finally had a workaround with this. Placing two of his human hands on his temple, the image of his father would be transmitted into Tiamat's head. "This is what he looks like but I dunno where he is. I really miss him though." It was nearing seven months since his disappearance, and as much as Ollo wanted to keep his hopes up, it was starting to look bleak. Still, he had enough optimism to push through just a little while longer. Hopefully it would be enough to at least find his father.

Seeing as his only experience with conflict was the ones that he faced upon Namek, Ollo knew that it was better to trust the judgement of those that were more experienced, which he guessed Tiamat had. Not that he planned on questioning it in the first place, especially when he was so young in the first place, not even reaching two years in age yet. "I want to stop this fighting," he said this time much more firm than he had before. The thought already crossed his mind that even after he found his father, Ollo would try his best to stop all the fighting currently happening on this planet. It was all pointless in the first place, seeing how he didn't even understand why they were all fighting to begin with. He hoped that what Tiamat said was true and that the next guru would stop it all, although only time would tell at this point in time.

Unfortunately the woman did not recognize his father, although at this point Ollo wasn't particularly surprised. After all, he wasn't any fighter that stood out amongst the masses or anything special. For Porunga's sake, he was just a farmer who only knew just enough self defense to protect himself if needed. At this point, he wouldn't be surprised if he was better than his father in combat seeing how long he dedicated to the craft. Fortunately it did seem as if Tiamat had a solution for his issue, although how effective it would be was the question. Ollo shook his head from side to side when she would ask if he possessed the ability to sense energy. "I never been able to." After all, he never had an affinity or even connection with ki to begin, unless magic counted. If that was what she was referring to he simply didn't know so it was safer to say no.

When Tiamat would ask about his skill in magic, the two human hands upon his body would light up with two pink flames. "This is really all I know. I'm not that good at magic yet, I'm still learning." As if to demonstrate, Ollo would attempt to visualize a branch, placing his namekian hands together. Although the pink flames flickered, creating the vague outline of a branch as it began to condense together it would ultimately explode in a bunch of pink sparks, unable to keep its shape long enough for it to become anything more than just fire.

It was nice to get an outsider's point of view in all of this, especially seeing how long this had been going on for. If Tiamat really thought there would be peace, then maybe it was finally achievable. Ollo didn't appear particularly fazed at the mention of her age, especially when practically anything longer than a year seem unfathomable to him due to his youth. "I really think so as well. All I know is that this has been going on for really really long, and I don't like it." Nonetheless, the war was all that he had ever known and lived through. To finally live in an era where everyone was once again united again was the dream.

Still, she at least seemed willing to help him out with his own troubles, especially with this magic thing. While it probably would have been easier if he ki sensing abilities, the fact that it was already possible without it amazed him. He clearly had so much more to learn when it came to magic. "Wow," he said in a barely audible voice. "I wish I could do something like that." As Tiamat laid a hand on his shoulder, Ollo would close his eyes as his mind glanced off to his father at her request.

Soon memories began to flow through his mind. The first day he met him, how much he cared for him after a hard day at work and how he comforted him after his failure at using ki. Never had Ollo felt so happy in his life. To him, his father was currently the most important figure he knew, and the senses of longing grew stronger and stronger until it was almost unbearable. Without even being aware of it, his eyes would begin to water as the longing began to gnaw at him. Oh, how he wished he could see him again. Maybe that opportunity would truly come if this all succeeded.