The Magic Within(Inv Only)

Renkon had gotten to the city in order to pick up a few things, and ended up staying a bit longer to get some extra money. While it wasn't exactly needed, he was going to pick up more medical supplies if he could. Stopping in the tavern for a quick drink, he was sitting at the bar when the glow of energy being used caught his eye. At first, it didn't seem like much at all, like someone just playing with energy and sand, but when it coalesced into a weapon, a simple knife made of bone, that was when he was giving it his full attention.

A blink, and a bit of a smile. Renkon grabbed his drink, walking over to the man and sitting down next to him. "That is a neat trick. Might I be able to take a look a look at the knife. I'll hand it back." He asked, wondering about the sturdiness and the general quality of it. Magic was something he still didn't understand, and he wanted to learn as much as possible. A small smile was on his face, trying to keep as friendly as possible. When dealing with non-Saiyans, Renkon had learned quickly how to make sure he was not to annoy or offend them... At least he was as sure as possible.

With all the events happening on the world, it was best to learn all he could and figuring out how to turn as much of what was happening on the world to his advantage. He had met some interesting people, and learned a few things, but he wasn't going to let much out. "Sorry, I should do better and introduce myself. I am Renkon. A pleasure to meet you." He said, nodding his head softly to the person and still looking at the knife and the sand, wondering what the secret was to this little ability the man showed off so casually now.


WC: 325

Renkon looked over the knife, taking his time to take in all the complexities of it. It was a true survival knife. While it wouldn't do much in terms of battle, it was great for making sure the person who carried it was able to hold onto life after that was all said and done. He smiled a bit at the tricks comment. "I meant no offense. Trick do not always mean illusions. It is something I have not seen before, and I am rather intrigued by it." He said, nodding softly before setting the knife back down next to the one who summoned it.

His own knife was of similar design, but simply not made of bone, instead the metals native to Plant, being hand made and hand forged, but it did all the same. He set his own on the table, as a gesture of good will and offering of a branch of friendship so to speak. He motioned to the barkeep, motioning a moment later to put the outsiders bill on his tab, who simply shrugged and nodded. While the need for such a thing wasn't always needed, it was a good chance to show that Saiyans are not all bloodthirsty monsters.

"A pleasure to meet you Nilen. Welcome to Planet Plant, home of the finest warriors in the galaxy." He said, smiling at that remark. "And it is not the nature of the knife, but more... how it was made. I have heard stories and legends from shaman and older folks who say magic is something that can be learned by anyone, but I have so rarely ever seen it used before, at least in this form... Is this... Something that anyone can learn? Or are there things I cannot understand with the magics that might prevent me from coming to an understanding with it?"

Renkon really hoped it was something he could learn, that he could understand, but he knew it was like some forms of technology, forever out of his grasp and always something at the edge of his ability to understand, but perhaps this wasn't fully the case.


WC: 355
TWC: 680

Renkon listened to all this, taking it all in and wondering what he could do in order to learn this magic. He knew of some shamans in the distant corners of the world, some of the wise elders of ancient ways, but he wasn't sure if it was true magic or if it was simply an illusion with energy. Many used to think that with his own powers, at least until he started calling people out by name, names that he wouldn't have known otherwise. He was silent for a long moment as he listened, things having magic within them was a new concept as well. He raised up his hand, a small wisp of energy formed in his palm.



If Nilen watched it, within the small orb of power, there was a flickering within it, as if a small soul or spirit was attempting to escape from within it. Renkon closed his hand when the orb started to lift, snuffing it back out and looking to the person before him. "They say it is a gift... Others a curse... Some say it is just fancy use of energy. I really don't know what to think about it most days. I hear things, whispers, voices, names. I can... Often figure out where beings are who have killed Saiyans, the voices getting louder, more furious. Always so angry, so filled with a rage I can barely understand or hold in my hands. I can wrap myself in that fury, like a shield, and use the rage of the fallen as a weapon beyond what most of my foes are ready for. Someone I spoke to said it was simply from head injury. Another I had met mentioned that some times spirits will push someone to do reckless things. I don't know if you have any understanding of that or not." He said, sighing softly.



"I learned of this as a teenager, I think at least. I was a youngling at the time, trying to find my place in the war." He said, sighing a bit once more. His overall feeling about magic however, was strong connection, but weak or poor usage. Wasted energy, lost power, and a lot more. He was not used to such things, at least not yet. He rolled his shoulders a bit, looking at the person before him and wondering what his answers would be, if he could use magic and find a way to make these voices softer, calmer, more silent if he could manage it.

Taking back his knife, he latched it to his belt once more, raising a hand to get another drink. It arrived quickly enough, and Eric took a slow drink from glass, setting it down to look at the man and wait to hear his answer, wondering what he was thinking and what the words of wisdom he might have are. Renkon was one who rarely ran off to do things on a whim, but something like this was a rarity in the extreme for him, and he wanted to learn as much as this one was willing to hand out. 



WC: 520
WTC: 1200

Listening to what the man said, along with watching his expression was more than enough to tell him that the Saiyan shaman was more right than anyone had ever given her. He maintained as neutral of an expression as the alien before him seemed to study all of the energy, and the fact that it wasn't causing fear told him a bit as well. A soft nod followed and he sat up a bit straighter when the man spoken. He offered the advice of trying to hone this sense, to make it be logical and sensical for him, and that was something he had pondered before, but felt his power was far too chaotic and random to be able to control like that. Perhaps he needed to rethink this assumption.

Rubbing his chin, he pondered all of the words that Nilen had given him. "You have told me far more than I think you suspect. You have pointed me on a path at very least, one I could have easily missed. Magic isn't exactly common on this world, so anyone with half a brain tends to be drawn towards it when they see it, and the rest simply wave their hands and try to call it a cowards path." He shrugged a bit looking at Nilen. "Still, this helps. Training and practice are something I am familiar with. When I first got this power, it was hard to control, to focus. Over the years, I have learned to silence some of them so I can focus on something, or make them calm for a moment so I can prepare for things." He gave another shrug. "However, if you think that focus like this could grant a bit more control than what I have currently, I would not object to it, at all. You have been... Most enlightening."

Renkon reached to his side, pulling out the currency of the world, setting it upon the countertop and nodding to the barkeep. "Thank you for your help. I have much to think upon. Much to learn. While wisdom cannot always be paid for in coin, if you ever have need of me, please, seek me out. I'm not far from the strangeness of this world, and I am seeking out plenty. I owe you more than a simple meal." He gave a soft nod to the man, and if there was no objection, Renkon would rise up, having paid the man's tab and his own, and head out. There was more to think on than he really wanted to admit, but there was also plenty for him to learn about, and that idea was very exciting and he wanted to seek that out.




Renkon exiting scene

WC: 450
TWC: 1650