Post by Dion on Jul 11, 2022 23:13:07 GMT -5
"...We've got a lot to talk about, little sister."
When initially being reassured by both mentor and sibling that they would do all they could to make sure their moving in to the green encompassed pastures of Namek, Dion felt as though he had no reason to doubt the trust that he placed toward them in response- Nero was one of, if not the most responsible and reliable individuals he's ever had the blessing of meeting in his entire life, and along with Zhalla's own reliability and strong willed determination securing the drive that they would need to commit to such a momentous decision, the eldest Hofferson sibling believed that the chances of problematic circumstances were next to nil.
Unfortunately, Dion never was the best gambling man, and the ensuing situation that followed weeks or so after Nero and Zhalla departed from Plant clearly showcased this.
It happened so suddenly- Dion was nursing some wounds right after the match up of a lifetime against Jagaimo. He and his brother's spaceship acted as their home simultaneously, and so the battling bartender had just settled himself on the edge of his pull out bed near the main control bridge, changing bandages and cleaning wounds just as his little brother had taught him when out of the blue the control panel made the noise it makes when someone was trying to get a hold of one of the two siblings. And considering there were only two people who knew how to get into contact with either one of the brothers at a given time, Dion knew who was on the other end.
Or at least, Dion thought he knew. Instead, as he limped toward the front of the ship and answered the call, his ears were filled with the cacophony of panicked cries coming from who he could clearly tell were Zhalla's own kids. While the message was hard to read through all the static and the panic, the point was very much made- Nero and Zhalla were in some sort of trouble, and it was apparently serious enough to warrant Dion's own presence on the planet itself.
And despite his injuries still being fresh, the young man couldn't afford to wait. Not when his absence in high tension situations has cost him so, so much in the past before. So, purchasing the most readily available space pod that he could, Dion wasted no time in speeding across the stars toward the already unsafe new homestead that Nero and Zhalla's own safety was being called into question upon, the brotherly bartender determined to pick up whatever pieces may be left over in the aftermath.
Though, truth be told, Dion wasn't sure if he could take seeing either of his newest, dearest, loved ones in any state worse for wear.
Thankfully, it appeared as though he wasn't going to be greeted with such a sight- as after a quick little mix up with a certain fiery individual, a muscle-bound monkey man, and a nudge in the right direction, Dion had finally located where Zhalla and Nero had settled themselves down on this gargantuan of a planet. He was worried at first, at the thought of having to search across the entire expanse of blue and green before him for even just the slightest sight of his sister and his (future) suitor, but his meeting with Nasu and Jackie not only helped to calm him down after his initially shaken mentality, but also to aim him right in the region that he needed to be.
Soon enough, his gaze was met with a familiar looking building in his sightline- and his heart leapt as he not only could sense the various smaller energy signatures of all the children under little sister's care that he was able to meet barely a few weeks prior, but also the familiar feeling power reading of the ginger haired gladiator herself. And, surprisingly enough, to his simultaneous relief, Zhalla's energy appeared as strong and bright as ever.
Landing a few yards away from the orphanage proper, just before the front of the building itself, Dion readjusted the Celosia-tech glasses upon his brow, clearing his throat and fidgeting with his tie absentmindedly as his nerves began to overwhelm him, legs shaking at the thought of Zhalla at all being hurt or injured, despite her energy showcasing otherwise. He had left as soon as he could, but still only caught the lot at the latter half and subsequent end of the entire situation on Namek itself, and if anything, anything, happened to Nero or Zhalla, the blame on himself would only continue to pile more and more.
So, he waited in anxious worry, eyes glued to the front doors of the orphanage as he awaited little sister's appearance in great anticipation.
He couldn't take any one else being hurt due to his own lack of presence. Not again.
When initially being reassured by both mentor and sibling that they would do all they could to make sure their moving in to the green encompassed pastures of Namek, Dion felt as though he had no reason to doubt the trust that he placed toward them in response- Nero was one of, if not the most responsible and reliable individuals he's ever had the blessing of meeting in his entire life, and along with Zhalla's own reliability and strong willed determination securing the drive that they would need to commit to such a momentous decision, the eldest Hofferson sibling believed that the chances of problematic circumstances were next to nil.
Unfortunately, Dion never was the best gambling man, and the ensuing situation that followed weeks or so after Nero and Zhalla departed from Plant clearly showcased this.
It happened so suddenly- Dion was nursing some wounds right after the match up of a lifetime against Jagaimo. He and his brother's spaceship acted as their home simultaneously, and so the battling bartender had just settled himself on the edge of his pull out bed near the main control bridge, changing bandages and cleaning wounds just as his little brother had taught him when out of the blue the control panel made the noise it makes when someone was trying to get a hold of one of the two siblings. And considering there were only two people who knew how to get into contact with either one of the brothers at a given time, Dion knew who was on the other end.
Or at least, Dion thought he knew. Instead, as he limped toward the front of the ship and answered the call, his ears were filled with the cacophony of panicked cries coming from who he could clearly tell were Zhalla's own kids. While the message was hard to read through all the static and the panic, the point was very much made- Nero and Zhalla were in some sort of trouble, and it was apparently serious enough to warrant Dion's own presence on the planet itself.
And despite his injuries still being fresh, the young man couldn't afford to wait. Not when his absence in high tension situations has cost him so, so much in the past before. So, purchasing the most readily available space pod that he could, Dion wasted no time in speeding across the stars toward the already unsafe new homestead that Nero and Zhalla's own safety was being called into question upon, the brotherly bartender determined to pick up whatever pieces may be left over in the aftermath.
Though, truth be told, Dion wasn't sure if he could take seeing either of his newest, dearest, loved ones in any state worse for wear.
Thankfully, it appeared as though he wasn't going to be greeted with such a sight- as after a quick little mix up with a certain fiery individual, a muscle-bound monkey man, and a nudge in the right direction, Dion had finally located where Zhalla and Nero had settled themselves down on this gargantuan of a planet. He was worried at first, at the thought of having to search across the entire expanse of blue and green before him for even just the slightest sight of his sister and his (future) suitor, but his meeting with Nasu and Jackie not only helped to calm him down after his initially shaken mentality, but also to aim him right in the region that he needed to be.
Soon enough, his gaze was met with a familiar looking building in his sightline- and his heart leapt as he not only could sense the various smaller energy signatures of all the children under little sister's care that he was able to meet barely a few weeks prior, but also the familiar feeling power reading of the ginger haired gladiator herself. And, surprisingly enough, to his simultaneous relief, Zhalla's energy appeared as strong and bright as ever.
Landing a few yards away from the orphanage proper, just before the front of the building itself, Dion readjusted the Celosia-tech glasses upon his brow, clearing his throat and fidgeting with his tie absentmindedly as his nerves began to overwhelm him, legs shaking at the thought of Zhalla at all being hurt or injured, despite her energy showcasing otherwise. He had left as soon as he could, but still only caught the lot at the latter half and subsequent end of the entire situation on Namek itself, and if anything, anything, happened to Nero or Zhalla, the blame on himself would only continue to pile more and more.
So, he waited in anxious worry, eyes glued to the front doors of the orphanage as he awaited little sister's appearance in great anticipation.
He couldn't take any one else being hurt due to his own lack of presence. Not again.
PL: 22,000 - WC: 823 - TWC: 823