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Post by Gandigan on Jul 25, 2023 6:24:20 GMT -5
Fl'uud Waterfall was as beautiful as all the stories said it was. Gandigan had never been himself, but he thought that the peaceful waters might help him reflect on all that he had been burdened with recently. His grand plans to construct a great city that would house all Namekians were in flux, as his most recent discussion with Marimba had forced him to reconsider his next steps. Unity was still on the table, but now he was beginning to realize that it would have to be a different kind of unity.
What he had wanted, or what he thought he wanted, was to destroy the caste system. But looking at it from a Mazoku point of view, which Gandigan had failed to do, he realized the sort of harm that might do. Some Mazoku may even go so far as to view it as a sort of genocide, which many already felt was what the Dragons and Warriors wanted of them in the first place. If he was going to help his Mazoku brothers gain equity with the rest of Namek, they would need to ascend together.
To be King of the Mazoku; it was something Marimba had put into his mind. The process seemed similar to how Nero became Guru: by winning the trust of the elders. The difference here was that when others made a claim, there was often battle. The Mazoku respected strength above almost all, and so if Gandigan wanted to win their affection he would need to make sure that there was no one stronger; no one who could make a better claim than he could. A King over all Mazoku had not reigned in his life time; many would seek that honor.
That meant more training, to levels he had never seen before. His off world travels had done wonders for his strength, which made him realize that he may need to leave again to break through new barriers. But for right now he wanted to stay on Namek for a little while longer, to explain to Nero, Mollusc and the others of the updates in their plan. Until that happened all of his training would be done on Namek, where he hoped he could find a suitable partner.
Out over the water rested Gandigan. Hovering in the air, the Mazoku was in the process of transforming. He had accessed this power a few times before, but it had always been too much for his body, being unable to maintain it for more than a few seconds. He couldn't afford that limitation when challenging for any sort of title. Just as he had while with Marimba, he could feel the changes coursing through his body. His pitch black aura radiating from his body, and nearly engulfing the waters below.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Maintain it!"
He wasn't going to let go this time. He wouldn't allow his body to give up this strength! Every time he could feel his power beginning to slip he forced it back up, unwilling to give even an inch. His muscles quaked with the same fury as the waters below; a torrent now building below. If he kept this up his body might give out... he knew he had to calm himself. Several deep breaths followed, as soon the water's calmed as the Mazoku began to master his form.
What he had wanted, or what he thought he wanted, was to destroy the caste system. But looking at it from a Mazoku point of view, which Gandigan had failed to do, he realized the sort of harm that might do. Some Mazoku may even go so far as to view it as a sort of genocide, which many already felt was what the Dragons and Warriors wanted of them in the first place. If he was going to help his Mazoku brothers gain equity with the rest of Namek, they would need to ascend together.
To be King of the Mazoku; it was something Marimba had put into his mind. The process seemed similar to how Nero became Guru: by winning the trust of the elders. The difference here was that when others made a claim, there was often battle. The Mazoku respected strength above almost all, and so if Gandigan wanted to win their affection he would need to make sure that there was no one stronger; no one who could make a better claim than he could. A King over all Mazoku had not reigned in his life time; many would seek that honor.
That meant more training, to levels he had never seen before. His off world travels had done wonders for his strength, which made him realize that he may need to leave again to break through new barriers. But for right now he wanted to stay on Namek for a little while longer, to explain to Nero, Mollusc and the others of the updates in their plan. Until that happened all of his training would be done on Namek, where he hoped he could find a suitable partner.
Out over the water rested Gandigan. Hovering in the air, the Mazoku was in the process of transforming. He had accessed this power a few times before, but it had always been too much for his body, being unable to maintain it for more than a few seconds. He couldn't afford that limitation when challenging for any sort of title. Just as he had while with Marimba, he could feel the changes coursing through his body. His pitch black aura radiating from his body, and nearly engulfing the waters below.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Maintain it!"
He wasn't going to let go this time. He wouldn't allow his body to give up this strength! Every time he could feel his power beginning to slip he forced it back up, unwilling to give even an inch. His muscles quaked with the same fury as the waters below; a torrent now building below. If he kept this up his body might give out... he knew he had to calm himself. Several deep breaths followed, as soon the water's calmed as the Mazoku began to master his form.
PL: 1,600,000
Caste Hero Activated
KP: 6/6 - MP: 0/6 - HP: 000/250
Resources: Regeneration, Improved Constitution, Vampiric
WC: 555
TWC: 555
Caste Hero Activated
KP: 6/6 - MP: 0/6 - HP: 000/250
Resources: Regeneration, Improved Constitution, Vampiric
WC: 555
TWC: 555
