Capable of Service [Open]

Even on the most harrowing of days, people still had hope— the truly strong would, at the very least. In doing so, they would awaken that hope in others. That was the way. Even if East City had been attacked, all was not lost. Many had come together to be a part of the restoration effort, offering a helping hand to each other in a time of need.

However, not all were as kind. Some, the most despicable and cowardly, would take advantage of this situation. While many were keeping things together, there were some that decided to take to looting what little they could find. They thought this place would be easy pickings, but they thought wrong.

Petty criminals, looters and the like made their shots only to be met with the unknowable presence of something stalking them, hunting them, then striking and stopping them with precision, knocking them all out before suddenly delivering them unconscious and restrained at the nearest group of law enforcement— disappearing as swiftly as whatever it was had arrived.

Whispers began to go through East City— there was talk of an urban legend being sighted, a black and white seemingly formless mass putting a stop to various crimes. It was a thing known as the Makaimorph, a shadow that rose from the depths of despair to deliver hope, and it seemed that this thing had arrived here in response to East City’s need for protection and hope.

The Makaimorph made its way from the outskirts of East City and towards the epicentre of the earlier chaos, it appeared in a puff of smoke atop a miraculously still standing street lamp, scarf fluttering in the wind. The entity had arrived just in time to see a slight kerfuffle— a member of the Glass Tribe, a rather nervous sounding one at that, had offered aid only to be seen as a threat. The Makaimorph thought to step in, but luckily the situation was handled by two Saiyan fellows— ones that knew Tysco, at least. Neither Celerous or Russ were going to allow further random violence, Celerous in particular stood atop a crate to address the crowd, his points were well made and admirable.

Swirling into a formless mass, the Makaimorph spiralled down the street lamp before reforming at the base of it and approaching the group at work, making their presence known, giving all present some measure of acknowledgement with a cursory glance. They were kitted out with fully vantablack clothes, small accents and details would be accented in the opposing colour; an eternal white. They additionally wore a completely black helmet, collared hoodie, some padded clothing and spiked boots and of course, their signature long grey scarf as per the urban legends. "You there." They said in a reverberating wispy tone, nodding to Celerous. "What supplies are you short on?"

A straightforward and workable answer. Good, Celerous was properly dependable like that. The Makaimorph said nothing further to the farmer however, instead opting for action rather than words. Even if there was more food on the way, there was still something to do.

Moving off to the side where one could find supply boxes of blankets and pillows, the Makaimorph chose to examine the contents first and foremost. Most things were pretty standard— feather down pillows, woollen blankets and the like. Silently, the mysterious entity raised a hand producing a strange and contradictory black ‘glow’ around his outstretched hand as many multitudes of these supplies would be produced, containers and all. The only difference being that everything re-created was black and white, even the containers! After conjuring these copies, the Makaimorph opted to conjure some containers— though these would contain more specific things such as heavy weighted pillows, bead filled pillows, memory foam pillows and weighted blankets. Of course, much like the identical replicas they had conjured before, these and their containers would also be black and white.

Meanwhile the member of the Glass Tribe got to work creating her own structures. Taking note of this, the Makaimorph appreciated the effort themselves, this was certainly something that could be of use. Outside of that, it was interesting to see the abilities of her people at work. After finishing up with what they had created, the Makaimorph decided to more closely examine the crystalline constructs. It was then that they decided to conjure large white tablecloths to go with the picnic tables, a simple yet effective addition to the aesthetic. There was another point to doing that of course, it was to show and prove what could happen when people worked together.

To drive that example home, The Makaimorph followed Russ to deal with remaining debris and rubble, choosing to assess a different nearby pile that had been the remains of a small apartment building. There was a small gathering of locals there too, some tired and worried families that no doubt once lived in the now totalled building. These people were trying to console a small Brenchian child that seemed to be sobbing, trying to lift a piece of rubble far too big for them. The adults tried their best to stop the child but to no avail, this kid wasn’t giving up. But why? There had to be a good reason. The Makaimorph approached, startling some of the adults. "What’s going on?" They asked, bluntly and to the point. An older Brenchian, what looked to be the child’s relative cleared their throat and spoke up. "He thinks our dog is still in the wreck... We’re telling him that we need to—" The Makaimorph had heard enough, and perhaps a bit rudely or abruptly transformed into a black snake and slithered into the holes in the wreckage. "— Move on..." The Brenchian blinked in confusion, but shook their head. Maybe they were all just seeing things?

Either way, whatever the strange individual intended to do, it may take him a short while to accomplish. Though, for those with the ability to sense energy— it would be obvious. There were still signs of life in the wreckage they had entered— the life of an animal, a dog, in fact.

Moments after they had disappeared into the wreckage, the rubble began to move and pop open at the top of the pile with the Makaimorph back to their humanoid form. They walked down the pile of rubble, seemingly with nothing in their hands, but those with the ability to sense Ki would be able to sense that the life-force of the dog was occupying the same space as the Makaimorph... Weird!

Either way, they would soon reach the Brenchian child and kneeled down. The child was still sniffling and sobbing, yet refused to move even when the adults tried to make them. "..." Without so much as a warning, Makaimorph’s sideways jagged upper chest opened, and from within, a small yet lively dog was retrieved, wrapped up in a little raggedy blanket, its jaw clamped on a small soft toy. "Nobody left behind." The Makaimorph said, gently handing the little dog to the now silently awestruck Brenchain child. “Hopper!!” Now, the child’s tears were tears of joy, as they cuddled their dog, and took the soft toy from them. “You even kept Curly safe? You’re the best dog ever!!” The child giggled, as Hopper the dog licked them on the nose.

The Makaimorph simply stood and began to walk away, but was stopped by the child tugging on their trousers. “Thank you!! Thank you so much!” The Makaimorph looked at the child and smiled, giving a nod, as the child waddled back over to their family.

Soon afterward, the woman of the Glass Tribe came to assist in clearing up rubble, she chose to use her creation abilities even further and in a form that increased her power output. The Makaimorph checked what tools the civilian workers were using and found them lacking a lot of tools actually! As such, the Makaimorph decided to conjure more things to help just as the Glass Tribe woman did— the main difference being that he created black and white shovels, digging implements, hard-hats and other equipment commonly seen on construction sites.

Russ had his hands full as well it seemed, handling a stubborn injured woman at the request of their child. Fortunately, Russ wasn’t one to let them go anywhere and instead immediately took them to a medical unit. Like Russ, the Makaimorph also returned to the main area. As far as handing out blankets was concerned, those two could surely handle it, so the Makaimorph looked around for something else to help with. At the moment, they would be scanning the area, vigilantly keeping an eye out for anything out of place.