Stumbling on the Past (Cello)

Cello, as he was, continued to move about without issue. He didnt seem too perturbed with the changes to his homeworld. Quite the opposite. It was an easy thing to navigate even now. His skin feeling the whip of wind brushing against it. the feeling of things such as this were exquisite after so long in a piece of stone. Soon, very soon, they'd come to the boundaries of the First Scar. Even now, it stank of the damage once caused so long ago.. The very dark energy of this place was upon them and it was clear. Even now. That he was home. That smile so wistful...how could any truly be happy in such desolation?

Gandigan seemed to have found the bubble, a chuckle as he'd wave his hand, dragging ripples through the space. A nod, as he'd point towards his shoulder-pads. The orange orbs upon them gleaming brightly at his presence near the void. A smirk.

"..Yes, they're reacting, to me. Its the space between the Scar. The Master made sure only those whom were worthy could enter the dominion of shadow. Come, Follow close, Lest you be lost to the darkness."

Taking hold of the mans shoulder, he would guide him through half-pushing, as the duo would enter a bubble pocket with a magical 'slorp'. Shadows. Darkness and roiling sounds, all were before them, yet Cello walked with purpose, Knowledge. Understanding. He'd lead the way for sure, and soon? They would step back into air, a warm, yet pleasant air. A tower, crumbled before them. A township wiped out. Three massive platforms, as large as an island, would lay scattered amidst the chaos.

Cello would blanch.

"...My...Home....What has become of My Home..." There wasa grip, for but a moment, on the Kings shoulder, but soon released.. as he settled in.

"Welcome...to the Tower.."

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The trek through the illusion was short, but what he'd see had been tremendous. Not as present of mind, but of soul. This had been his home. His village. Specifically, it was where he'd grown and sworn to protect its citizens. It was here that he had took a stand to change Namek for the Mazoku's betterment. To present a new way. Yet now it lie in ruins. His eyes would be shocked, yet somber. His eyes lying in a sea of sadness of his own mind as he'd walk through the ruins.

"I...dont." He'd say firmly to the question once asked.

The Monk would nod absently at the consideration that this had been done by the very person whom had sealed him away. It was possible, of course. As he'd kneel beside the ruins of his home, by a small left behind doll, he'd grip the discarded object tight and then drop it. Moving towards one of the domed structures that had fallen from high. It was clear the village had been crushed. Had his people? There was only one thing he could do now, and that was investigate.

"We will go inside, see if we can find anything...but if not...seems Ive my work cut out for me.."

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The Namekian would stare about at all that which was before them. It was a desolate place now. Far more then it had ever been in life. Yet even still, it was his home. He'd step through one of the windows of the towers old structures, the three stances of the mazoku caste. It was his masters chamber. Now scattered about with broken vials, old books covered in soot and dirt. A destruction like he'd not seen. He heard the other speak, and he'd nod.

"I thank you for that, Majesty. Though this was built for a purpose, with a purpose. Not by hands, but by magic. Most old.."

There was indeed a pulse in his mind for most things. As he'd feel about, reaching around for things. Noting anything out of place. In the rubble he'd see his masters staff. Something that filled his heart with dread. He'd lift it into big hands, holding it reverently as he'd whisper the words.

"master.."

There was a softness to it as he'd consider what had happened here. A look about towards the wall, the effigys carved swiftly in magic. It was the old tongue. It would take time to read.

"There was something here, he mustve...left a warning. But for what reason I cannot tell. Perhaps his artifacts are scattered among the destruction...for now, we can only look about. "

As they would move about and note the Hole, tharge and circular, he would place his gauntleted hand upon it...and soon?

SLAM!

Bringing down the wall, he'd step in...and note...his masters Hidden Sanctum...

"What...Happened here..."

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Cello would sift through the wreckage, of the sanctum sanctori - his masters inner workings. He'd never been in here since his awakening as a giant being of the shadow collective. He saw the tapestries that used to adorn the many walls, now on the ground before him. It was a sobering experience. One that caused him great discomfort. Though still, it was actually more deceptively big inside then it looked out. An internal realm? perhaps. Though he wouldnt say. For the time being, he'd shift through things and nodded absently. There was no doubt in his mind.

"If we do not find bodies, then my people have survived. Rushed off, hidden, but alive nonetheless."

This was said with a certainty before he'd look towards the book. It was offered and he would read. "Yes, It speaks of the tales of our Clan as opposed to the Light of the Guru of old. Its a warning to those that came after...a tale of such. I read it as a child.."

It seemed to him, as if this was a language he could speak. Yet this was no further a testament to what was going on then any other.. Then? He'd see a humming, glowing orange staff, a prototype of Namekian magic. Affixed to its tip, an Orange sphere, not unlike a dragonball.

"...whats that?" He'd state softly, his large hands covered in gauntlets, unable to grab..

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Gandigans assuredness helped calm the large scale monk. However, for the moment their searches had uncovered something new, and strange even for him. He had not seen such an object before. Its like was no other. There was a stare therein as the other would go to grab the staff itself. For a moment the Monk wondered if this King had the ability, yet soon the burning sensation that errupted from the orbs touch was unlike anything even he expected. As it was dropped into his gauntleted hands, he too felt its heat even through the unique makeup of his 'Hexmauls'. 

Swiftly he would move to push it back into the crevice in which it had resided. Glowing and humming with ancient arcane energies. The pulsation therein was unlike anything either had felt. There was soon a message, as a 'hologram' of magical energies would generate out of the orb, and beging to play for the duo. It was an automated response, generated from the hold of the mazoku upon its surface. A simple incantation yet cast upon such a strange medium? It was unlike anything he'd witnessed. Yet the message came through, and soon he was staring at his masters form.

"...-shing down. My Magics can only withstan-....-ello is nowhere to be found. I am forced to deal with these dark invaders on my own. If my child ever finds this may he-"

The message was garbled, fragmented. A conditional unlock based on time needed. Magic to restore it. There was a hesitance, Cello would stare. That was indeed his masters last words. Yet he had only heard the words 'Dark Invaders' and knew not what to make of it, other then one important fact. When he was needed the most, He was not there. Be it because he was trapped or otherwise, he was not here to protect them. The rage emenated from the tall monk as he'd turn to leave.

"...That will need time and effort to restore...I think Ive seen enough.."


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Stepping back out to the world around him, the air of destruction still thick and frozen by the hidden field, he would take a moment to himself. His master was gone, someone had invaded and he'd not been here for it. Or at the very least, someone had invaded the village. It was hard to understand if it was offworlders,, or otherwise. A simple gesture as he'd look to the sky. A soft word of apology upon pursed lips.

"I am...sorry, my brothers. I have failed ye.." The tone of this one was heavy, a deep sadness resounding out.

Gandigan was beside him, and even as they walked, he would be very quiet. A nod as the question was asked. It was fair to request such things, he was a king after all, and these were now his domains, his lands. A simple nod as he would speak on it. A decision had to be made before anything could be done. First things were first, of course. Nonetheless, he'd speak with conviction even now, in the midst of such pain.

"First...I must restore this place, so I may investigate what had occurred. As no one knew this place existed beyond my own, I doubt there has been much investigation. After, I will see to my Masters whereabouts. I will learn his magics so I can cast a spell of Finding...though for now, I know not what more to do. I am a blunt instrument. It seems I must become something more.."

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