Post by Dion on Jan 15, 2023 19:26:46 GMT -5
What in the HFIL was Dion even doing here?
It made little to no sense to anyone with contextual knowledge of his past looking in on the circumstance. Walking headfirst directly into the remains of what was only just recently a hotly contested battleground, with not one, but two Super Saiyans having been on the premisses, with the knowledge of only recently being brought back from the brink of self-destruction by all means was an incredibly stupid idea.
And yet, the bartender couldn't help himself. When he heard from both Amara and the pressing public of the events that transpired in this very city, a deep yearning to see for himself what occurred rushed to the forefront of his mind. Dion was still Saiyan after all. That, combined with the still present need to heighten his power to more acceptable levels thrust the young man straight into the depths of the Lychee Sector- for if he was ever to find a hint as to how he could progress his power further, it would be here.
At least, presumably- this was all coming off of a gut feeling from his inherently Saiyan nature. But he had no other leads besides that to go off of, and seeing as Amara had Queenly duties to attend to and couldn't spend all day helping him readjust and restart his journey to greater strength, where better else to try and start anew?
So, dressed in a jet black trench coat and fitting formalwear underneath, Dion made the lengthy flight to Hatchi City, surveying the damage from high above the city skyline.
He was surprised to see that there wasn't much damage to perceive in the first place- and what collateral happened to be present was already being cleaned up by various Tuffle workers here and there with their mechanical know how and such (he wasn't good with describing machinery, especially that of the much more advanced Tuffle people).
Wasting no time, the curious sightseer landed onto the pavement with little impact, keeping his step light and feathery as he made his way through the streets of Hatchi. Not wholly sure what he was looking for, Dion continued his aimless walk down the streets most afflicted by the damage, looking on in mild curiosity.
It was, somewhat unnerving that beings of such power could leave so little visual impression in light of their actions. With casualties being estimated in the hundreds at least, yet with barely anything to hint at such a deafening number.
Stopping, Dion stared at an imprint of what looked to be an Oozaru step directly in the street ahead of him, a shiver running down his spine.
If he thought his need for power was great before his leave of absence, the stakes had gotten only higher during it.
But how? How could he possibly cross the gap between strengths?
A mere man compared to beings of literal legend walking amongst him?
It made little to no sense to anyone with contextual knowledge of his past looking in on the circumstance. Walking headfirst directly into the remains of what was only just recently a hotly contested battleground, with not one, but two Super Saiyans having been on the premisses, with the knowledge of only recently being brought back from the brink of self-destruction by all means was an incredibly stupid idea.
And yet, the bartender couldn't help himself. When he heard from both Amara and the pressing public of the events that transpired in this very city, a deep yearning to see for himself what occurred rushed to the forefront of his mind. Dion was still Saiyan after all. That, combined with the still present need to heighten his power to more acceptable levels thrust the young man straight into the depths of the Lychee Sector- for if he was ever to find a hint as to how he could progress his power further, it would be here.
At least, presumably- this was all coming off of a gut feeling from his inherently Saiyan nature. But he had no other leads besides that to go off of, and seeing as Amara had Queenly duties to attend to and couldn't spend all day helping him readjust and restart his journey to greater strength, where better else to try and start anew?
So, dressed in a jet black trench coat and fitting formalwear underneath, Dion made the lengthy flight to Hatchi City, surveying the damage from high above the city skyline.
He was surprised to see that there wasn't much damage to perceive in the first place- and what collateral happened to be present was already being cleaned up by various Tuffle workers here and there with their mechanical know how and such (he wasn't good with describing machinery, especially that of the much more advanced Tuffle people).
Wasting no time, the curious sightseer landed onto the pavement with little impact, keeping his step light and feathery as he made his way through the streets of Hatchi. Not wholly sure what he was looking for, Dion continued his aimless walk down the streets most afflicted by the damage, looking on in mild curiosity.
It was, somewhat unnerving that beings of such power could leave so little visual impression in light of their actions. With casualties being estimated in the hundreds at least, yet with barely anything to hint at such a deafening number.
Stopping, Dion stared at an imprint of what looked to be an Oozaru step directly in the street ahead of him, a shiver running down his spine.
If he thought his need for power was great before his leave of absence, the stakes had gotten only higher during it.
But how? How could he possibly cross the gap between strengths?
A mere man compared to beings of literal legend walking amongst him?
PL: 20,000 (Energy setting flavored as physical/mental barriers holding him back from his full strength of 55,600 - WC: 514 - TWC: 514