There was an unspoken calmness in the departure. A certain still cold that came with the light winds. The slowly dissipating clouds surrounding the previously corrupting tree Kamae put up let way to the ever-present light of the namekian stars once again, casting down on the sad scarred landscape surrounding such a place. Most had went away for the moment, either with prisoners in tow or walking away after the 'fun' was gone. All except her. Jackie, now the Ashen One as she lay slumped with her back against a granite-like tomb.
Fatigue had worn the earthling down, to the point where a deep sleep had taken her over. Her chest rises very slowly. There's an eerie silence, with the periodic splashing of Namek water and rustle of their blue-green grass being the only things to really break it apart. To those not really close, she'd just look like another victim. Burned underneath flames of her own doing. In her mind, she didn't even get to witness anything but that cold void of unconsciousness.
So, she might as well be dead at that moment.
"How many failures will it take? How many Souls thrown to the pyre? In this world, the strong make the rules. Your notion of self-restraint is futile." There it was again. That burning flame in her head. Why can't it shut up? The only thing Jackie gets to hear is her own self-destructive voices in her head. She wished someone could stir her from this nightmare.
"The wicked will grow. You must do more than respond."
Even if she wanted to scream, there was no one to hear her in her own head.
The day had truly become a mess. Not that it would not fix itself, even thanks to the help of Nero and more people. However there were things that just could not be taken back. And loss was never an easy or simple thing. Even Nasu was strangely calm about this, but what was it really? Was it age and wisdom or had he just not been afflicted as severely as others were? Hard to tell. He could not know.
But even now, after having come to this quadrant of the galaxy there was no doubt that he had no longer nothing to lose. It would have been unthinkable for him the feeling of losing the kinds of Cheri or Erebos.
Maybe it was just different being on the other end.
Nasu did initially leave the area, but from what his senses could tell, Ollo had already disappeared from the spectrum. He supposed he had gone to grieve his lost friend, and at that point, he wondered if he would not have just been a nuisance trying to find him. What his senses could tell was that the closest individual was still in the area, and he decided to check up on her.
The memories grazed him briefly in remembrance of the last couple hours. That brief image in his mind of Jackie was strange, but he could not quite pinpoint why. Instead he was just left to wonder where she could find all that strength.
But for now she did not look all that strong. Nasu had just found a boulder he could stand upon, he did not know exactly if she was conscious through it all but from what he could tell she was very much alive. Silence was the one and only thing that filled the area, except the occasional wind that passed and would have the cloth tightened around his waist fly and bat against his shape, adding to the noises.
Clueless, he decided to at least try for a few words. See if she was there, at least awake. He did not know how 'there' she was with her mind.
"I told you I could recognize people with potential, kid."
In the end the one to break the silence would be the most unlikely culprit; the Saiyan that would often use the least amount of words possible, in most cases. But there was a weak thought in his mind: did he have the wisdom to converse with a person that had just suffered an important loss? In truth he would know what it felt like, the amount of things he lost, and those he had to take by his own hand had all been written in his own blood. But for some reason this was still difficult to tackle.
"Not that life gets easier even when you have power. Maybe it is even harder than what you once knew."
He waited a few moments. Did he have to expect an answer or try pushing her to respond?
Initially, the bartender had been reassured by both Nero and Zhalla that they would keep out of trouble while settling into their brand new accommodations upon the relatively peaceful planet of Namek during their time spent regrouping back on Plant, which was following Zhalla and Dion's errand trip to Earth before that. And considering the aforementioned reputation of Namek, and both his little sister and mentor's well instated strength, Dion had little reason to believe otherwise that their much needed emigration was to go off with any problems at all.
Instead, what had happened was the complete opposite, and quite possibly the worst outcome possible out of the lot. Despite the telepathically sent message from Nero being hard to decipher (as it had been presumably sent amidst the climax of the entire situation as a whole and thus made with quite a readable amount of haste to his sent words), it didn't take a Sherlockian intellect to presume the worst. And it set the older brother into quite the frenzied flurry- Dion purchasing the most readily available space pod nearest to him and shooting off toward the flowy greeneries of planet Namek as soon as he was physically able to.
There remained but one glaring problem though.
Where the hell was he to start?
The sheer size of the planet was what got in the way first and foremost, with the absolute volume that greeted him upon arrival removing from the get go the potentiality of simply flying and feeling around for what energy felt the most familiar to him- he'd probably die of exhaustion before making it across a sixth of the whole sphere anyways. Plus, seeing as he knew little to nothing of telepathic communication (Nero initiated it, he was but a listener), he did not have many options to choose from.
So, Dion supposed the next most sensible thing to do was to find some locals of some sort, ask around, see what he could dig up before daring to try to cover the expanse of the planet looking for the ginger haired gladiatorial caretaker. Apparently, it wasn't about to be that hard, as he could already feel-
Two outRAGEOUSLY huge power signatures barely a few klicks off of his own landing location. Taking the plunge, as they didn't feel inherently malicious- in fact, one felt incredibly faint in nature- Dion blasted off toward the two, setting his power level to quite a low one as to avoid attracting any further attention with a total of three superpowered individuals in one spot.
As he came upon the scene from above, Dion suddenly felt quite awkward. What in the chicken fried fun-time happened for not just one, but two incredibly powerful individuals to be so heavily rocked to their core, both physically and, apparently, emotionally.
And if someone like the one currently slumped sleepily against a rock could get themselves into such a state, what of Zhalla?
The thought frightened him to no end, and spurred him forward toward the two with renewed vigor- though he'd be lying if he had little to no clue what to say anyways as he approached both foreign looking individuals.
Taking a deep breath, while looking toward the one he knew was actually conscious, Dion chose to address Nasu first. Sheepishly scratching the back of his head with one hand and adjusting the glasses upon his face with the other as he spoke, "I-I'm sorry, really, I don't mean to intrude at all- especially w-with whatever's happened to have such an effect on the both of you. B-but I've got people that were also affected by whatever's happened here as well, a-and I'm real worried about them, worried to death.."
Swallowing, his voice became slightly unsteadied as he asked the million dollar question, saying, "It might be a long shot, b-but have you, either of you, ever heard mention or seen of a Saiyan named Nero? Big, poofy, brown hair, mystical sense of wardrobe wear, m-maybe, hopefully, accompanied by a ginger haired Saiyan woman as well?"
Fear gripped every word that croaked from his throat. What if these people meant him great harm? Kami forbid, what if these were the same people that meant his loved ones harm in the first place?
Even so, he had no other leads to work with. He was already at the end of his rope.
Dion just prayed they weren't the ones to ignite the last of it. PL: 5 (Set from 22,000) - WC: 752 - TWC: 752
"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?" WC: 472 TWC: 754
He was not sure exactly if Jackie could not talk or whatever but so far it did not feel like she had spoken at all. Or did she scream at some point of the previous battle? Ah, who knew. Frankly he barely remembered most of it by now as all of it had already begun to vanish without hesitation from his mind.
"No real reason. Neither do I need one. I go here or there, wherever the wind takes me. Besides you look like you could use a hand."
The man did not expect a positive response. Something along the lines of 'shit' was pretty much what he expected but there was not much else any one being could probably tell her to feel.
"I know. I hope you are not planning to sit there and dwell on it all day, though. Neither should you shove it aside and try to live the next days as if nothing happened. There is a reason people vent. Living through that anger for the rest of your days will not do much but twist you eventually, to the point where you are consumed into something else. That might feel like it is your truest self, for how deep and potent its emotions are, but it is merely an aspect of one's inner darkness."
Ah whatever, she was probably too tired to hear an old man's lecture. Nevertheless, it was all too real. He felt like it was just what happened to him, although his own was a very extreme case.
Nasu soon perceived the newcomer's presence. He spent a couple of moments silent, he did not look like he was studying the individual but he did, and he could tell a couple of things.
"Don't sweat it, kid. You are amongst friends here. Nero and that woman too are alright. However they are probably busy dealing with the aftermath."
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.
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Lottus: I knew Red was sus
Oct 29, 2022 21:06:34 GMT -5
Lucifer: Hello everyone:) im new to the sight does anyone know the average amount of time it takes to get a char app approved? I know the staff is very busy just wondering
Oct 29, 2022 21:18:03 GMT -5
Fukushu: If you haven't already you should join the discord; there's a staff work section where you can put it in
Oct 29, 2022 21:58:24 GMT -5
Zhalla: Like Fukushu said joining the discord for sure helps, staff also don't know if your app is ready unless you mark it with the "waiting review" label on site
Oct 29, 2022 23:40:54 GMT -5
Lucifer: I joined the server its just not letting me talk for some reason.
Oct 30, 2022 0:06:13 GMT -5
Fukushu: Could be some sort of error
Oct 30, 2022 0:06:19 GMT -5
Fukushu: Might want to try leaving and re-joining
Oct 30, 2022 3:48:15 GMT -5
Zhalla: That's no good! It should usually come up with a rules thing for you to read and accept and once that's accepted it should give you access to typing in the welcome wagon chat
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Lucifer: Dingo- I finished what you have asked of me
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Lucifer: Ramen- Hey I finished my character app if you have free time can you find your way over and take a look pls