The Blood Bridge

    Leaving Plant wasn't a hard decision to make, given he had found what he had come for, but he wasn't quite in a rush to run to Namek either. There were places dotted around this part of the galaxy that he still hadn't thought of let alone paid attention to or visited, and it wouldn't take more than a day of simple jumping around to see if there was anything of interest. He hadn't intended to stay at any one lace long, giving himself a time frame in which to be back on Namek, feeling he had been gone too long as it was.

    His eyes adjusted as he looked around where he had teleported to, realizing he had somehow managed to end up inside of a building, which was thankfully better than ending up inside one of its walls. The few times this had happened before he had either surprised the occupants or in most cases found it empty, but this looked to be occupied in a way he wasn't mentally prepared for. There was yelling, fighting, and nothing he wanted to deal with right now, simply wanting to look around, but for now at least none of them paid him any attention, as one was either attacking or fighting off multiple others.

    It didn't take long to figure out someone had trespassed where they weren't exactly welcome, but the violent owner didn't seem all that kind either, and at this point if they hadn't noticed him he wasn't going to bother announcing himself. Walking closer, Ward acted more as if he was watching a scene from a movie than a real interaction playing out in front of him, standing just feet away from the men talking with his hands clasped behind his back and a curious look on his face. Mortals were such strange and violent creatures, but it was rare he was able to see it so close without being a target of said violence.

    If this were anywhere else, perhaps Ward would have intervened, but it was a strange scene continuing to unfold, and one he was enjoying watching less the longer it continued. Once the man that was previously stuck to the wall managed to remove himself Ward was gone as if he had never been there, so even if he was noticed, there was no one to look to or question further. It was later that night that Ward appeared again, watching the one from earlier, and a look on his face similar to someone with a case of the runs looking for a place to hide, looking around now and then for the source of the noise, clearly not a fan of the local music. His attention was finally brought back to the one he recognized from earlier, disappearing from site for just a moment and appearing behind them, just barely in his peripheral vision.

    Slowly his eyes moved down as the person he was standing behind moved just enough to catch his attention, and as he had remembered the weapon from earlier it was becoming obvious he was reaching towards it. It was understandable that perhaps Ward has startled them, but given the close space and the amount of others around he wasn't looking to escalate this to violence even if unintentionally. Every motion pulled his eyes somewhere else, but nothing else about him moved aside from a slow movement of his chest as he breathed.

    Though it wasn't clear the increased tension Ward was feeling, he relaxed all the same as the man's arm moved from his weapon, and finally the man spoke up.

    Sliding to the man's opposite side it was as if he had always been there, no sign of him actually having moved, then again, looking him over entirely.

    It was clear that he had witnessed something he wasn't meant to earlier, but it wasn't as if he had any intentions of getting involved past his curiosity. It seemed every new location, planet or otherwise, found him not in a quiet remote part of said new location, but stepping into situations he couldn't help but further investigate. He was always looking to learn more about the mortals of this realm, and why pass up an easy opportunity.

    The constant thumping of the music was still distracting as it constantly blasted his senses, causing him to look around once more for the source. Maxsuz continued speaking but Ward was suddenly gone, and in that same instance the music stopped and Ward was there once more as if he had never left the position he was standing in.

    His eyes shifted to the new arrival in their conversation, then back to the other, noting their method of persuasion, and nothing a second time how surprisingly easily it had worked. This mortal reminded him far too much of another he had met some time ago, which only furthered his curiosity of them, and if not for said curiosity changes were he would simply leave. Now he had to know how the story unfolded, but the more the mortal spoke the more he reminded him of the other, and for a moment his eyes twitched.

    There it was again, that feeling in his gut as Maxsuz spoke, reminding him all too much of Yangcong in their first meeting. Both were walking into what they assumed to be danger and both assumed Ward would protect them despite no suggested to doing so. It was interesting how often mortals felt the need to put themselves into situations to be at risk from harm yet looked to others to pull them out of it.

    The fact was he had already come this far and he had only come to the this part of space to discover different types of mortals, and the fact was this was a situation he so rarely found himself in. Most people looked at him differently when they learned he was a Shinjin, or felt his power level, perhaps after seeing his powers, so it wasn't often someone was leading him right into backroom dealings such as these. Even if Ward didn't want to directly get involved, he had to see this side of things that he might not get to again anytime soon.

    Vices were all laid out in various forms around them, and it seemed room after room, situation after situation was filled with things these mortals took pleasure in that he couldn't have been any less interested in. The music, the smells, the feels of it all, it was disgusting to all of his physical senses, but it just kept on, ever evolving into enough that he wanted to wave his arm and make it all just vanish. What good was leaving this place standing or these people to keep operating in these needless ways.

    His eyes darted around the room where the three Saiyans were held up, mostly ignoring the conversation, though not intentionally, just trying to keep his patience in check and for now keep his mouth shut. It was harder to blend in if he showed his disgust or if he spoke up at this point. His eyes shifted slowly over to the Saiyan, then back to the one he had followed here, and back again, giving only a single blink.

    The response given to his own response wasn't at all surprising, but the fact was Ward wasn't leaving regardless of how respectfully or otherwise they asked or suggested for him to do so. He was here to observe, and that's what he was going to do, so how they responded to said was up to them. The one he had been following up to this point however surprisingly spoke up to lobby for him to stay, though given the seeming expectation for Ward to defend or help in some sort of fight, it was perhaps once more not all that surprising of a response. If something was going to happen, it was likely he preferred Ward to be there as perhaps a deterrent if nothing else. If any of the others in the room were capable of sensing energy, then they were well aware of just how much stronger than anyone in this room he was.

    It seemed all the same that the one he was following that they continued to refer to as Renegade wasn't all that cooperative, and that could have been the reason alone he didn't want to be in this room alone with the others. It was hard to tell if he was simply combative in the way he spoke or was specifically looking for another fight, but the way he talked was borderline antagonistic all the same. It was interesting to watch to a degree, but it was still a strange conversation with lots of missing context. The only moment thus far that had really caught Ward's attention in any positive way was when there was a motion for the music that had been driving him mad since they walked in to be stopped.

    Without thinking he spoke up, looking almost relaxed, despite standing up just as straight. A hand raised as Ward looked like he was going to do who knows what as the others began circling, but it was nothing more than covering his mouth as he yawned. Before lowering his hand however he flicked his wrist dismissively as walled barriers appeared around everyone but the one Saiyan that seemed in charge given he was doing all the talking, leaving just enough room for the others to move, but not by much.

    It was now himself, this Renegade, and the one now named as Okura, with the others walled in, for now at least.

    His eyes moved to scan over Maxsuz for a long moment as he spoke, finding his response a bit strange but given the circumstance he didn't want to correct him and felt it best to let him think what he wanted for now. All he wanted was to keep seeing where the situation would go, and it immediately devolving into violence was nothing more than annoying and uninteresting. The conversation between the two did continue, though it didn't seem as if it was going anywhere positive now, turning into insults and anger that was certain to escalate yet again.

    Ward's head tilted slightly as he was looked at, a brow raising to the comment and a frown following with a sigh. It seemed stopping the violence from these other three didn't stop the need for violence for the one he was following. It was a disappointing outcome but not an all too unexpected one even if he had hoped otherwise for a fleeting moment.

    Slowly his hand raised, glowing a light blue that was hard to miss given lighting of the room, casting shadows behind everyone around him.

    The glow became more extreme, clearly now a threat and not a simple display. As it looked like they were about to be escorted out, his other hand moved with a wave dissipating the walls he had created and freeing the others. but making a point to give them a look. Gripping his glowing hand the energy disappeared much like the walls did, clasping his hands back behind him and narrowing his eyes. For now at least they weren't going to come to blows in front of him, and the conversation looked to be over all the same, so what more was there for him to say and do now. He had already gotten more involved than he had intended. Turning and walking away, he kept his thoughts to himself until he and Maxsuz were for enough away to speak once more.

    Sighing deeply, his hand gripped his wrist tighter, but his face didn't change.

    He was reluctant to shake the man's hand for a moment, given he was once again promising to interfere more than he wanted to, but he had to accept that if he wanted to see how this played out, he had to act to lessen the violence. Taking Maxsuz' hand, he simply gripped it tightly once and placed it back behind is back.

    His hands moved to adjust his coat, dusting something off that wasn't seen in the first place most likely, but all the same Ward had seemed rather annoyed by it. Shaking his head with a frustrated sigh, once more his arms with behind his back.

    Ward's hand slowly moved, holding his palm up as he created a simple piece of fruit that Maxsuz likely had never seen before. It was gone as if it had never existed, being replaced by another, and this continued to repeat dozens of times.

    The fruit was suddenly replaced with a blade, what looked like a type of gun, a club, and multiple other types of weaponry as Ward walked along, looking straight ahead.