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Post by Dion on Jan 23, 2022 23:39:36 GMT -5
Momentum is an ever musing mistress. One moment she could be the very thing taking the winds from your sails, and the next moment the overabundance of it could be the only thing flinging you farther forward.
For Dion, the once determined nature that had once driven him to the brink and back had faltered in the past half year that he had been broken down piece by piece in both mental and physical regard. The flame held within him nearly flatlining on several close occasions, the only means by which it stayed alight being the memory of those who he had left amidst his absence, and the hopes that he would one day be returned to them whilst remaining something akin to the man he had once been before.
However, instead, when the time came, fate appeared to have done him yet another disservice in doing so. Rather than being a day of joyous occasion, his eventual unshackling showcased the blight brought on by his disappearance- his dearest brother Carro being forced to fend for himself amongst the bottom tier of society, and his childhood flame Amara's life being torn away from her whilst he remained forcibly imprisoned upon the sidelines, helpless and able only to watch as everything he had built from the ground up atop the depths of the poverty that had once held he and Carro within its clutches was consumed deep within it once more.
It was heartbreaking, and near world ending for the young man who had poured in so much in light of having so little to work with to begin with. But, as it was with every down time in a man's life, there was no other way than up from the beaten path that he had been strung along.
The reappearance and reunion of both Hofferson siblings, and the potential addition to their immediate family with the surprising yet all the more welcomed arrival of former customer and present friend Zhalla became more than ample fuel for a new fire to be lit right under him. Enabling the young man to finally begin the process of, moving on, from what he considered his life's lowest peak. There was no point in musing over the over and done with, little reason to reason with what was forgotten and finished. He needed to do what he had always managed to do, what his parents had taught him to always retain, what he himself ALWAYS held the ability to do, and that was to keep, moving, forward.
Time waited for no man, and a man who stood still was a man who was better off dead and gone.
And he wasn't dead yet.
Nor was he willing to let any of those that he still cared about entertain that same thought ever again. He may not have been able to save Amara, nor may he ever be able to forgive himself for that, but, that didn't mean he couldn't try to save everyone else.
In order to do such a thing, however, no matter how selfless his intention- intent was useless without the means to execute it with. The problem still remained plain and simple, that of course being the glaring strength disparity between himself and so many others. Couple that with his inherent lack of technical ability, in tandem with the added six month lay off, and this of course created a dangerously large gap between himself and those who would potentially come to bring him and his loved ones any further harm. If he was able to use the likes of Zuquetta, Pankaa, Kanna, and Zriracha as measuring sticks to what the rest of the galactic space has grown itself to be, then he was fighting an even greater uphill battle than he had been ever before in his life.
But, what has life ever been for him besides an uphill battle? It was something that he had become accustomed to, acquainted with, and thus more than ready to contend with once more.
It would be a lie, however, to say that he wouldn't appreciate a little help from time to time. Especially in regards to the accumulation of strength, an area where he knew so little of to begin with.
And that's where Nero came in. Dion prior to their first meeting, where the presumably fellow Saiyan had made his entry with the purpose of ensuring Zhalla had been making her way around the planet safely (something that he was more than sure he would be poking and prodding at sooner rather than later), Dion had little idea of how he would obtain any type of higher education when it came to the martial arts, and was afraid that he'd have to scrounge around the fakes and the frauds in search of someone who'd actually be able to teach him more than just the basics behind what he already knew about the art of battle.
Instead, Nero, appearing just as kindhearted as the bartender himself, seemed more than willing to offer his own services after hearing from a mixture of both Zhalla and Carro exactly what he had to deal with all this time, and now, returning to the more than familiar sight of Berri Forest for a third time, Dion stood amidst it's greeneries across from his unlikely new mentor- a familiar looking glint within his gaze once more present after all this time.
Hope's burning blue glimmer shown true anew within the young man's awaiting face, a renewed, yearning need to defend what he had almost entirely lost smoldering deep within.
Though, there remained one unanswered question that now lingered within the young man's nearly unanimously thinking mind.
"So, uh, Nero- what, exactly, are we doing...?"
For Dion, the once determined nature that had once driven him to the brink and back had faltered in the past half year that he had been broken down piece by piece in both mental and physical regard. The flame held within him nearly flatlining on several close occasions, the only means by which it stayed alight being the memory of those who he had left amidst his absence, and the hopes that he would one day be returned to them whilst remaining something akin to the man he had once been before.
However, instead, when the time came, fate appeared to have done him yet another disservice in doing so. Rather than being a day of joyous occasion, his eventual unshackling showcased the blight brought on by his disappearance- his dearest brother Carro being forced to fend for himself amongst the bottom tier of society, and his childhood flame Amara's life being torn away from her whilst he remained forcibly imprisoned upon the sidelines, helpless and able only to watch as everything he had built from the ground up atop the depths of the poverty that had once held he and Carro within its clutches was consumed deep within it once more.
It was heartbreaking, and near world ending for the young man who had poured in so much in light of having so little to work with to begin with. But, as it was with every down time in a man's life, there was no other way than up from the beaten path that he had been strung along.
The reappearance and reunion of both Hofferson siblings, and the potential addition to their immediate family with the surprising yet all the more welcomed arrival of former customer and present friend Zhalla became more than ample fuel for a new fire to be lit right under him. Enabling the young man to finally begin the process of, moving on, from what he considered his life's lowest peak. There was no point in musing over the over and done with, little reason to reason with what was forgotten and finished. He needed to do what he had always managed to do, what his parents had taught him to always retain, what he himself ALWAYS held the ability to do, and that was to keep, moving, forward.
Time waited for no man, and a man who stood still was a man who was better off dead and gone.
And he wasn't dead yet.
Nor was he willing to let any of those that he still cared about entertain that same thought ever again. He may not have been able to save Amara, nor may he ever be able to forgive himself for that, but, that didn't mean he couldn't try to save everyone else.
In order to do such a thing, however, no matter how selfless his intention- intent was useless without the means to execute it with. The problem still remained plain and simple, that of course being the glaring strength disparity between himself and so many others. Couple that with his inherent lack of technical ability, in tandem with the added six month lay off, and this of course created a dangerously large gap between himself and those who would potentially come to bring him and his loved ones any further harm. If he was able to use the likes of Zuquetta, Pankaa, Kanna, and Zriracha as measuring sticks to what the rest of the galactic space has grown itself to be, then he was fighting an even greater uphill battle than he had been ever before in his life.
But, what has life ever been for him besides an uphill battle? It was something that he had become accustomed to, acquainted with, and thus more than ready to contend with once more.
It would be a lie, however, to say that he wouldn't appreciate a little help from time to time. Especially in regards to the accumulation of strength, an area where he knew so little of to begin with.
And that's where Nero came in. Dion prior to their first meeting, where the presumably fellow Saiyan had made his entry with the purpose of ensuring Zhalla had been making her way around the planet safely (something that he was more than sure he would be poking and prodding at sooner rather than later), Dion had little idea of how he would obtain any type of higher education when it came to the martial arts, and was afraid that he'd have to scrounge around the fakes and the frauds in search of someone who'd actually be able to teach him more than just the basics behind what he already knew about the art of battle.
Instead, Nero, appearing just as kindhearted as the bartender himself, seemed more than willing to offer his own services after hearing from a mixture of both Zhalla and Carro exactly what he had to deal with all this time, and now, returning to the more than familiar sight of Berri Forest for a third time, Dion stood amidst it's greeneries across from his unlikely new mentor- a familiar looking glint within his gaze once more present after all this time.
Hope's burning blue glimmer shown true anew within the young man's awaiting face, a renewed, yearning need to defend what he had almost entirely lost smoldering deep within.
Though, there remained one unanswered question that now lingered within the young man's nearly unanimously thinking mind.
"So, uh, Nero- what, exactly, are we doing...?"
PL: 5,000 - WC: 964 - TWC: 964
