Fearsome Dragon (Open)

The way Usumi's portals tended to go was focusing on the tainted, the malicious, and the cruel. Most planets had this in abundance, from lowly street rats of Earth to the vicious warriors surrounding Plant. All had their own shadows. Namek... had an oddly spiritually pure core across much of the planet. Sure, he could just... Port straight into a populated place. But he'd be so blindingly sending a beacon to the entire planet to curb stomp him. In his current condition? Maybe not a good idea. No, instead, the small possessive demon would have the other end of their portal end up in the darker bit of the planet.

The Scar had some nasty history and some nasty natives. It would suit her well enough.

"Kinda reminds me of Hell. And a little bit of home."
She muttered to herself as she stayed knelt near some rocks that this cliffside had slowly rolled over the ages. Red beady eyes scan while their senses hone in on the closest sentience around her. Two. Pretty close to one another. They were a good deal isolated from the rest of the North. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to pick some information from them. And then? Well, at their strength it wouldn't be much of a challenge. But Usumi needed to conserve themselves anyways. He could play below his full power.

"Oh! Could you help me too!?"
Neither probably noticed, or didn't bother to check the above portion of this cave opening. Because there was suddenly a knelt human-looking figure holding a big blade sword in one hand over the shoulder and grinning with some sharp canines. In all honesty she just shifted herself on over with her shadow step. She held no presence of her own, no Kili to measure. Her small stature and raspy voice threw off more edge than she was probably hoping for.

"I'm also a lost little foreigner! Could you point me to the nearest Dragon Clan village?"
Yeah, only bad things could come with the way she asked for specifics like that.

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Mollusc glanced at Gandigan seemed to agree with him about Usumi. That something was at least a bit off. He gave a nod to Gandigan. They were in agreement on that matter. Lips were gonna remained sealed for the moment. Usumi however was willing to explain what she wanted. She may of not looked Ill but apparntly she was very sick. Some sort of curse apparently that was making her sick. It was not something he could to be truth or lie. He could not sense magic. As she said, the healers of this planet could help her become cured of this curse. She just needed to find them and she didn’t have a lot of time.

After listening to what she had to say Mollusc stared in deep thought. He was not exactly sure what he should do or say. He would glance at Gandigan. “I cannot confirm if she is telling the truth or not. I’ll defer to you on this matter since you seem to be around here. I’ll back up your decision on the matter.” Gandigan hopefully had a better idea of what to think of Usumi’s words. Plus, Mollusc didn’t wanna have to make the call. He honestly rather just head back into his cave. Even if this woman was going to die if she didn’t get help. Because, he was not hundred percent confident she was telling the truth. No, something still felt off. If someone needed a cure for a curse, how exactly did they get that sort of curse? He didn’t ask because it was not their business but he had a feeling there was a reason, and it was not a good one.


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The demon would look between the pair as they deliberated, her free hand turned and faced around from her while she checked her nails. Mollusc forever the skeptic laid the whole of the situation firmly onto this other guy, who seemed reluctant but willing to cooperate with her. Just, with a simple condition. Her sword. Usumi looks back at him and smiles. Holding back a more shit-eating grin as it would probably give the game away. The demon didn't really fear losing its sword; The sword itself was bound to her, and she could recall it whenever. Remake it if need be. It is but a copy of the real deal that lay within Griselda.

"That sounds fair to me. Wouldn't want either of you to feel uncomfortable."
The small human would step up to the somehow still taller Namekian and widen her smile, turning the blade in her hand as to hold it near the guard and offer its two-handed handled to the man. She figured tossing it probably wasn't the best course, and she was curious how he'd take the sword. A sword that was... supernaturally unblemished. If it weren't for the fact she held it like a weapon and it was as sharp as a newly forged blade you'd figure it ornamental in nature.

She'd pat her clawed hands down and put them to the side, now looking between them both expectantly.

"See? Now that you can trust me with this, we must hurry. I can't help but think I have a day left if that."
It was uncharacteristic of her to work amicably with mortals, but she doubts this will reach the absolute conclusion she wants without one of them getting suspicious. It was to be seen as beneficial to her right now, to be cast away if they don't comply.

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Mollusc nodded as Usumi explained it was just a family heirloom, but it was very old. Apparently older then something called Kai’s. “What the hell is a Kai.” Mollusc was not knowledge about anything really outside of Namek. So this Kai nonsense was quite confusing. In fact it made them even more suspect of Usumi. Lucky, something else took his focus which was Gandigan suggesting that they take her to a hermit instead. That should be more then enough to help her. The scar didn’t have a healer in the area. Which made sense this was where the Mazoku lived. He knew one Sage alone, but they had promised to bring her to a village. Now they were breaking that word? That would not do.

“I know where the villages use to be. For the Warrior Caste and Dragon Caste. I will take you there. Your free to follow.” He glanced at Gandigan. “But if you don’t you can pass the sword to me when I bring her clear. We said we take her to a village. Not to a man in a cave. Even if he is qualified, a Namek should not break there word yes?” He glanced back at Usumi and gave her a nod of respect. Even if he didn’t trust her, then they should of just attacked her. But if they were going to say ‘yes we will take you to get healed’ then he believed they should keep that word. No matter what.


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