Stumbling on the Past (Cello)

Deep within the Catacombs of the Whistling Caverns, the Mazoku had fallen. Darker, darker then the pitch, the cavern had been sealed. How long had it been? The air was stale, rank with age. Though it wasn't a 'tremendous' amount of time passing; Dust had settled, but not in the manner in which one would assume would be centuries or more. Yet how could one tell? Though something miraculous did happen. As the fallen Namekian recovered, the cavernous antechamber he'd fallen into would illuminate. Torches would come to life embedded into the wall itself. One by the flames would cast an eerie glow, before finally, revealing quite the sight.

A large stone throne was in the center of the room; a dusty, but recognizable carpet of red and blue. Its design motifs were of draconian skulls. Even the chair had a 'Mazoku King' Appearance. For this? This was once the chamber for someone quite important on Namek. A being whom had made moves but then vanished into the darkness as soon as the world needed him most. As Gandigan would gaze about, he'd see murals on the wall - depictions of a great would be king; a Warlord with powerful arms the size of weapons.

Each rendition of the imagery was more and more violent and volatile as the paintings continued, but it was there, in the back of the room, that the prized piece would be seen. Floating in a sea of what looked to be hardened amber, the shadow of a humanoid would be seen. Pointed ears and dark green skin, powerful wreckingball sized hands, strong shoulders. His garb held the symbol of an Upside down Ajisa. An old symbol of an older time. On an altar, before the pillar of amber, the figure sealed within, sat two giant gauntlets. Weapons of a time of war, weapons that had seen use.

Everything about this setup seemed ceremonial. In reverence. It was clear that whomever this was had been important, though why he was sealed like this, one could not say. His appearance was that of one whom looked like he was trying to escape - a mid action pose sealed. Yet, could he be released? Would one want to? There was a warning, in ancient namekian, above the 'tomb'. It read as follows, a testament and a hope, that if this chamber had been found, it'd be sealed once more.

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At first, of course, there was the mystery. The desire to touch, to examine. Yet this had been regarded opposite by the one whom had found such a pillar of creation. His attention to detail would be rewarded; Hands entering the gauntlets yet finding them heavy. Oddly so. Even with the mighty strength of the king, these Gauntlets almost would not budge, as if they rebelled against his very touch within them - relenting only when the intent was felt. The desire to release what was within, to know what or why. The desire for answers. Only when they felt this, did they feel weightless.

There was a rumble that filled the cavern, as he'd step forward; Fist slamming into the Amber as in the beginning, nothing happened. It seemed as if nothing would budge the prison therein. The being inside left to the punishment or curse therein. Yet soon, a crack would form. Small at first, though ever branching, ever growing. It'd begin to spiderweb, sounds of the very cracking filling the chamber as the rumble grew louder...and louder. The figure within seemed to vibrate at the feeling of the compression ending, his imprisonment, his rest. Eyes of red would gleam in the dark, illuminating all.

The pillar would crumble, pieces of amber falling around in a cacophony of sound. A roar, not unlike a dragon, would bellow from the freedom and release. As if the very act was an excruciatingly pleasant event..Being freed. Slowly, the Namekian would fall to his knees and gasp, coughing for air as the first breath in years finally hit him. He had no idea how long he'd been in meditation, or whom had cursed him so. He had no idea or recollection of anything outside the last fight he was in. The gauntlets would burn in the grip of the interloper; the King. They would demand to be let go. Their master was here.

"Nng...Naktoi Varasha...Marakcai Mazoku.." He'd say in the old tongue; The figure would slowly rise, cracking his neck, standing at a whopping 10 feet. He'd tower over most, unsure if he'd tower over this man, but soon he'd regard the one in his antechamber - the stench of stagnation, the look of time. He'd regard things swiftly, his eidetic memory already coming to life as if to recall time imprisoned. He'd look towards this Namekian, and speak softly.

"...How long...have I slumbered...what Age is this?" He'd ask. "Whom...Dares...disturb my slumber?" came the next..

Slowly recollection would return, and his eye sharpened; He'd repeat a single line.. "You are Mazoku, or you are the Enemy of the Mazoku - Choose; Which are you?"

This Namekian - his pride was already on fire. His warrior instincts, his demand. The Bellowing figure would not say a word, yet he would stare and regard the one before him. He did not look unlike him. Rather - if one would guess? They could almost be considered Kin. Their resemblence uncanny. How curious.

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So much to unpack, so much time had passed. Not a tremendous amount, but enough. His senses expanded outward, he'd call for his master. Mandolin the Wise -- guardian of the wastes; Crafter of Shadows and Keeper of the Mazoku. Yet he could sense nothing...his master, the tower, was it still there?! He had no idea what had happened in the wastes since his study; Though he tried to recall the moment. The reason. He'd regard it all. This one? King? It was absurd! How could this happen!? His eyes would look down upon this little man. He would think on his words carefully.

"...I am Cello the Hex - Guardian of the Mazoku, Future 'Sage' of The Shadows...Or I was.." He'd say as he'd look about for a moment or two. Trying to take in the information. 

"...I...was in meditation; then there was a flash of light...Then I was here...I do not know why this happened, or what -- but I was the Ruler of the Outer Plait -- King of the Castle..."

He'd say this firmly.

"...it seems...I am out of time -- and somethings have changed...I do not know why this has happened, but I do know...this is not my time.."

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There was a pause there for some time. Had his exploits gone forgotten? Had those of Namek and Aijisa forgotten the Shadow that had been Cello? This would onnly serve to cause him greater issue as the Mazoku would grow dark and for the moment take in the words of this one. He'd stare for a time longer into the darkness of the cavern before responding. After all, he wanted to be sure the two were on the same page.

"I...cannot recall...Its been a haze. The last thing I recall, the Guru of this world held a summit in one of the villages. So much arguing about offworlders and other things. Things that didnt matter, and they had shown me such vitrol. Such hatred for merely existing..."

He'd spat this out without issue as he could tell that much of his memory. There may have been a gap but it seemed the Namekian was quickly closing in on it. He'd shake his head. "The people of my time were astrocized by the Dragon and the Warriors. We were cast out of society and into these very deserts that we must be under now...for that was where I had lived.."

There was a considerabl hestiance to the rest of his work. To the rest of his story. 

"Truth be told -- There were never many in the wastes. We struggled to live. Water was not abundant. I was doing what I could to keep the children sated. Stealing what I had to from those that had to ensure those that did not survived. I do not know what has happened to Father Namek, but I can hope only that time has been better to my people then it was to me...Please, tell me, Do the Mazoku now join in hand with the others? Do they suffer no more under the hateful gaze of the Dragons and the Warrior?"

This was all he'd want to know in the end. Was this a new world or the same old thing? That was more important to this Namekian then breathing Itself.

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A heavy sigh escaped the lips of the large Namekian. He didnt know how long it had been, but perhaps it didnt matter anymore. He'd simply listen to what was said, how relations had improved. That was something...though the only thing he wanted to know was the only thing he had ever cared for with his people. There had been much suffering, much trial and tribulation by those whom lived in the outer plait - not by choice but by design - and it was for them that he had always fought for. There was a pause, then the words came.

"...Do the children still starve for liquids? for vegetables?" That was all he wanted to know. "do we still...lose children to famine...on a weekly...?"

If the answer was no? Then they had atleast travelled to a better future. That would be enough for him. He had given everything in his life to make sure that those whom were growing would have a future. That was all he could offer. For now though, he'd look over towards the other and await his answer before finally speaking.

"...Your kingdom...Guru has..." This was all alot for him to take in!

He'd take the time, to really think on what was being offered. He was asking him to join him, and bring him back to the Mazoku Kingodm. This strange from a time long past. He didnt know if there would be a change in their world enough to really interest him, but his desires were heard. His fervent wish to see their people grow. That was understood. So for the moment now, it would of course be met with a response. It had warranted such of course, and he would finally speak on his own intentions. There was a coldness..

"...I wish only to see the Mazoku grow to being the dominant party of this world. TO show the Dragons and the Warrior Caste they were wrong for dispelling us in the first place. Tha this universe is fraught with nothing more but monsters and aliens wishing to see our death and destruction. I wsh to make sure our people rise up, while growing the other tribes to unity and synchronicity...if this is the desire of your kingdom...then in me you have an ally. For whats worth, Perhaps the 'Tower' is still standing, my Masters magic could be of great help.."

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visage brightening at the sound of such things, he would sigh with relief. There was no more famine for the young. That was all he had ever wanted a change from. Though it seemed some struggles didnt just end in his slumber. The war between clans was worsening, and it sounded as if this Gandigan wishes to see them all rise up against something worse. A 'Super Saiyan'. Whatever the dragons that was. The fear he spoke with however was palpable, and he could understand that for a time, because it was a mimicry of his own events. 

There was a pause, a look towards the Other, as there was a nod of his head. "No, I understand that we have a similar goal. If it is your desire to see allies, then I can see myself helping. If the wars going to continue forth as it had when I was resting, then there was no further need to keep me contained. I question what has happened to leave me in such a state, but for the time being, I suppose I can just simply come to the conclusion that things will never fully change. I am fine with this. Threats to Namek come first."

This was his determination. A desire that came deep from his heart. Cello was of course, no mere person. He had come with vision and hope to a future, from a past who knew how long. It probably wasnt too long, but when he spoke of his tower, and heard of no signs, he'd sigh and nod. 

"Its possible my Masters magic has hidden it from sight. Its possible it may have fell to the ground. I would indeed like to head home and see if its still there. I would see if my tribe still wanders the plait. If not, then I shall begin anew...this is of course the way."

The Mazoku would leap out of the hole and extend a long arm down to Gandigan.

"Come, Brother. Let us see what has become of my home.."

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Holding no hesitance in his path, Cello has and always would be, the strong silent type. Deciding long ago actions left resonance, and words left echoes. He'd rather be a resonant force then a distant echo. The other would wait, till he'd take his hand to help himself out of the cavern, before pulling him out. There was a nod for a time as he'd speak of those to meet. Friends of his. A 'Marimba' and a 'Treses'. Curious names for Namekians, but he had met worse. Though he had no idea that the world awaiting him now, would be much different then he'd remember.

"Change is the only constant this universe promises. And usually through the actions of might or effort. If you have others, for me to meet, I shall meet them. If there are those you wish to find, we will find them.."

As the talk switched to his tower, Chocolay, he'd shake his head and make sure to express himself without hesitance. The tower if forgotten was now a myth, and if so then the promises of power granted therein would be a mystery to most Namekians. Rather then push the issue, he'd instead focus on the things he could do. The changes he could make. 

"I am, not sure if its still there, but it wouldve been in the scar, or near its borders. A tower that rose as high as the sky could see...but could only be seen by the true...it was everything to me, and if it fell, It will be upon me to rebuild it, to rise it back up and to take its role as guardian of the Mazoku.."

That was his original role in life. And his original actions. 

"Come, there's no reason for us to stay in this cavern...lost to time.."

As if summoned by his will, the two massive gauntlets would rise out of the hole and firmly affix themselves upon his hands. a slam of fists together that echoed throughout the land. A crack of thunder. Mysterirous were these Hammerfists.

"...let us begin.. once more."

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