Dust to Dust (CLOSED)

"Remember the screams. The pleas for a savior. Let them fuel your fire. Let them burn at the fates that allowed them to die!"
The burning vision in her sleeping mind was getting pushy, the body of flame making up the only thing she can see or remember growing larger and wider with each word. No, she... had to refuse this vengeful behavior! This wasn't how she was taught, how she should act. Ther head to be a better response than a raging flame!

"Where is the edge? You are but a human. One from a dead culture of star reverence. Take the leap into fury, it's THE ONLY-"
Jackie's form shook suddenly as she came coughing and wheezing to life. Stirred not by the voice in her head, but a very familiar voice. One she had long since moved on from. She hardly believed such a man would stick around, but there he was. His words alone were enough to push the bad burning images away from her mind and stir her. If only she wasn't throwing ash and dust with her fit. It'd take her a few moments to settle down.

"...?"
Those crimson eyes look up at the saiyan with weak blinks. She kinda remembers where she is, propped up next to the solid tomb Ward erected. What she hasn't done yet was ever talk to Nasu with her mind. Sure to sharply contrast the way the joyful youth came at him earlier in her career. Her mouth made no moves, and Nasu would only hear that familiar earthling in the back of his head.

"Hmm? Nasu? Why are you still here..."
Jackie had far gotten over her slow bum stages of wondering if she was good enough to be helpful, but seeing Nasu congratulate her strength just hit differently. Like a checkpoint just started saving when she hit some milestone in her story. With a little frown she straightens up in her sitting position, letting her head roll back against the stone while looking at him. She was still oh so very tired.

"Honestly? Shit."
That was a nice and simple way to put it. This wasn't just physical, either. And Nasu would have to be ignorant to not know otherwise. They wouldn't be alone much to catch up though as a newer face. Never seen the nerd in his life, but he approached with concerns of the lingering threat some of the mutated wildlife and namekians can have. Surely others were doing their part there. Rather than Nasu getting his first word in, Jackie rolled her head towards the man and looked at him while trying to also connect with his head. Both now simultaneously received her brain thoughts like they were being said in their heads.

"Nero? I know that guy. Why, what gives?"

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WC: 472
TWC: 754

The blonde Konatsian rubbed the back of her head as she wandered the Dragon Isles, going over what exactly she had intended in coming to Namek, and whether or not that was even still the case? "I wanted to try and find a way to prevent the inner beasts of my people from ever becoming a thing... To excise them..." she said softly to herself as she walked, a faint wind blowing past her hair. She turned her gaze to follow the wind, her eyes seeing off in the far distance the village where Shakuhachi had tried to instigate his attempt at taking over Namek so long ago now.

"But would that make me any different from him, when he decided to wipe out the Mazoku?" Cambia asked of the empty air, a part of her wondering if Namek could or would even speak to her? The world was very much a living thing, that much her time with the Namekians had taught her. It had its own balances, its own humours... And in denying Shakuhachi's vision and telling him that the Mazoku Clan were a part of that balance, the Konatsian had to wonder if maybe the inner beast that plagued some of her people was a part of Konats' own balance?

She looked at her reflection in the nearby water, her azure eyes meeting her own. "I compared him to the Kashvar of home... How am I any different?" she whispered, her confusion and self-loathing at such a thought growing by the moment. As far back as she could remember, she had been taught that the Kashvar wanted nothing more than the eradication of the Konatsian people... But what if that was a lie? In coming to Namek for spiritual peace for her people, Cambia had instead thrown her own sense of history into chaos.

The young woman sighed as she took up a nearby pebble and skipped it across the ocean, managing to reach half a dozen before it sank beneath the waves. She watched the ripples formed by the stones passage, each one blending into the other, some disrupting the others whilst some simply merged into a singular ripple that then faded away with the tide. Watching the ripples and the waves gave Cambia a momentary calm, allowing her a chance to breathe and collect her thoughts...

"...Maybe that was the reason I came here... The reason I was meant to be here on Namek at that time?" the Konatsian mused to herself as she continued to walk. "To consider what I thought a curse, to instead be a necessary balance... and to maybe rethink the Kashvar?" She sounded uncertain on that last point, which was understandable to herself. Nearly two decades worth of teachings could hardly be undone in a single... month? Several months?

She groaned and held her head, shaking it all the while. "Of all the things I've learned since coming to this world, and the one mystery that still eludes me is how to tell the damned time on this world with three suns!" she chuckles to herself, sighing as her moments were partially interrupted by her almost quite literally stumbling upon a group of non-Namekians... With severely large powers from what she could sense!

<How in the hells did I miss that?!> she thought to herself before very quickly bowing apologetically towards the two... Saiyan males, and the woman who's... hair was on fire? "Oh, oh no are you okay miss? Do you need help?" she asked, glancing at the woman then back to the two Saiyans, a part of her already considering that they were the ones responsible for the state the woman was in, her hand reaching for the sword on her back, before squashing that thought down hard and lowering her hand. For now.

<Don't jump to conclusions, they might be innocent... Just because they're Saiyans and this place... looks like a battlefield...> Now that she had paused to take a moment and actually look around, she could almost figure out where she was. Cambia stood silent for a moment. "...This is where it happened isn't it? The tree..." she asked of nobody in particular, simply giving voice to her thoughts.