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Post by Dion on Jul 30, 2022 23:44:18 GMT -5
It wasn't a Dion type of day if it didn't kick off with something utterly horrendous happening to the already harrowed young man.
Although, this day already looked to turn out unlike any other. Deep within the bartender, after his chance encounter with the similarly "changed" Avali Pankaa, stirred a great yearning that ached to see its shared want with Dion fulfilled- a yearning that threatened to swallow him and everything he held near and dear completely whole, and that was his renewed hunger for greater power. For years, his lacking strength had left him fallen weak onto his knees more often than not, with such a shortcoming going so far as to put to peril all that he had come to know and love, including both his little brother Carro and his childhood friend Amara Bloodthorne. Initially, said longing remained that of a healthy conviction, something that the young man worked slowly but surely towards, along with the help of those willing, and kind enough, to give it to him.
But, after contracting whatever corruption had come to cloud the mind of the Avali, something, changed. Especially so soon after his most recent loss to Zhalla. Dion's mind began to, falter, slightly- but not in the way one may think.
From then on, Dion's thoughts became all the more, obsessive- nearly neurotic at points, and almost fanatical at others. Seeing at the very least this bipolar behavior was affecting him, the suffering Saiyan wished at first to potentially reach out toward someone, potentially even Nero for the assistance that he so sorely needed.
Something deep inside forced him away from the thought though, guiding him off world instead, and pushing him onto a path whose final destination now shrouded every waking thought that he had-
Power. He needed more power.
And he would do whatever it took to bridge the gap of strength that life had given him to cross.
The only problem was, where to start? Nero was preoccupied with the healing of Namek, Zhalla and he weren't on speaking terms, and Pankaa appeared to be suffering from the same affliction that he was, so he didn't want to add anymore on his plate. In general, every person that came to mind that could potentially help him were people whom he didn't wish to bother anymore than he needed to. He acted as a deadweight with his lack of strength as is, he didn't need to add anymore strain to anyone else's back.
So, lost and without direction, the young man did what any unsure, anxiety ridden twenty-something year old did when they were unsure of what to do, and that was to return home. The flight passed in a blink of an eye, and soon enough, the space pod's tracking system rang out within the silence of the dimly lit interior, moving into the atmosphere without as little as a hitch.
At least, that was until it come to collide with a floating piece of moon, that sent Dion into a violently rattling tailspin within the small steel and leather lined compartment. Screams echoing against the cold metal surfaces as he was aimed to crash land just a few miles off of the coast he had originally been planning on landing at.
With little time spent in between the collision and after, the rattled Saiyan warrior now saw himself approaching sandy shores, and fast- barely any moment spared for even the bracing for the collision before contact was made, a large crater being made post impact.
From the carved shrapnel and shards of broken steel crept outward the now bloodied and bruised bartender, and there he laid in the sand for the time being, simply trying to catch his breath after the panicking near death experience. There remained one bright patch to this ever darkening tunnel, however.
He was home.
And seemingly in good company...
Although, this day already looked to turn out unlike any other. Deep within the bartender, after his chance encounter with the similarly "changed" Avali Pankaa, stirred a great yearning that ached to see its shared want with Dion fulfilled- a yearning that threatened to swallow him and everything he held near and dear completely whole, and that was his renewed hunger for greater power. For years, his lacking strength had left him fallen weak onto his knees more often than not, with such a shortcoming going so far as to put to peril all that he had come to know and love, including both his little brother Carro and his childhood friend Amara Bloodthorne. Initially, said longing remained that of a healthy conviction, something that the young man worked slowly but surely towards, along with the help of those willing, and kind enough, to give it to him.
But, after contracting whatever corruption had come to cloud the mind of the Avali, something, changed. Especially so soon after his most recent loss to Zhalla. Dion's mind began to, falter, slightly- but not in the way one may think.
From then on, Dion's thoughts became all the more, obsessive- nearly neurotic at points, and almost fanatical at others. Seeing at the very least this bipolar behavior was affecting him, the suffering Saiyan wished at first to potentially reach out toward someone, potentially even Nero for the assistance that he so sorely needed.
Something deep inside forced him away from the thought though, guiding him off world instead, and pushing him onto a path whose final destination now shrouded every waking thought that he had-
Power. He needed more power.
And he would do whatever it took to bridge the gap of strength that life had given him to cross.
The only problem was, where to start? Nero was preoccupied with the healing of Namek, Zhalla and he weren't on speaking terms, and Pankaa appeared to be suffering from the same affliction that he was, so he didn't want to add anymore on his plate. In general, every person that came to mind that could potentially help him were people whom he didn't wish to bother anymore than he needed to. He acted as a deadweight with his lack of strength as is, he didn't need to add anymore strain to anyone else's back.
So, lost and without direction, the young man did what any unsure, anxiety ridden twenty-something year old did when they were unsure of what to do, and that was to return home. The flight passed in a blink of an eye, and soon enough, the space pod's tracking system rang out within the silence of the dimly lit interior, moving into the atmosphere without as little as a hitch.
At least, that was until it come to collide with a floating piece of moon, that sent Dion into a violently rattling tailspin within the small steel and leather lined compartment. Screams echoing against the cold metal surfaces as he was aimed to crash land just a few miles off of the coast he had originally been planning on landing at.
With little time spent in between the collision and after, the rattled Saiyan warrior now saw himself approaching sandy shores, and fast- barely any moment spared for even the bracing for the collision before contact was made, a large crater being made post impact.
From the carved shrapnel and shards of broken steel crept outward the now bloodied and bruised bartender, and there he laid in the sand for the time being, simply trying to catch his breath after the panicking near death experience. There remained one bright patch to this ever darkening tunnel, however.
He was home.
And seemingly in good company...
