Post by Cello on Nov 4, 2023 14:28:40 GMT -5
So much had indeed changed on Planet Namek since his sealing. The Outer Plait, once a land of dismal desolation was now updated to having its own greeneryg. Trees and plants were beginning to sprout along the wasteland, and villages were moving closer and closer to one another. The violence of the Mazoku was there, but there was also a realm of helpfulness that came from it. In truth it was nothing that he had expected, but it was something he could get behind. Gandigan, the King of the Mazoku, and now deceased lord of Namek, had reached out before he'd died.
This had sent the Monk on a journey to wander Namek, in search of those two who's names he had spoken. It wasnt much as he had no idea whom they were, or any descriptors on them, just their names. It would take some time, with that information alone. Nevertheless, the Namekian would indeed progress on this trek, on the hope of finding new allies. To continue aiding in Gandigans struggle for Namek, and to find out if there were to be any chances to keep his world safe from off-worlders whom would do it harm. Causing Pain.
He'd pass by and into one of the many villages found in the Plait, his eyes dancing across villager to villager. Children running around, actually PLAYING?! this was not something he was used to. Yet it brought a smile upon his face. Truthfully, he had hoped for this outcome and even though things werent at their best, it did seem that some local allowances had been offered. Food being plentiful, water being available, and children not hiding in fear of the warrior clans patrolling their home...
...This was Paradise in comparisson to what he'd fallen asleep to.
Cello would sigh softly, finding seat by a fountain, and took the moment to catch his breath. Absolutely, he'd want to continue, but for the moment he'd have to wait. There was just no finding anyone if you didnt have your wits about you, and in this heat? It would be hard pressed to maintain. After all, a Namekian could only focus if they were hydrated and rested. These were undeniables. Even without the nature of food being needed, some common things were always in play. For now, he'd look up and around. Surely there'd be someone around here that could help him out.
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This had sent the Monk on a journey to wander Namek, in search of those two who's names he had spoken. It wasnt much as he had no idea whom they were, or any descriptors on them, just their names. It would take some time, with that information alone. Nevertheless, the Namekian would indeed progress on this trek, on the hope of finding new allies. To continue aiding in Gandigans struggle for Namek, and to find out if there were to be any chances to keep his world safe from off-worlders whom would do it harm. Causing Pain.
He'd pass by and into one of the many villages found in the Plait, his eyes dancing across villager to villager. Children running around, actually PLAYING?! this was not something he was used to. Yet it brought a smile upon his face. Truthfully, he had hoped for this outcome and even though things werent at their best, it did seem that some local allowances had been offered. Food being plentiful, water being available, and children not hiding in fear of the warrior clans patrolling their home...
...This was Paradise in comparisson to what he'd fallen asleep to.
Cello would sigh softly, finding seat by a fountain, and took the moment to catch his breath. Absolutely, he'd want to continue, but for the moment he'd have to wait. There was just no finding anyone if you didnt have your wits about you, and in this heat? It would be hard pressed to maintain. After all, a Namekian could only focus if they were hydrated and rested. These were undeniables. Even without the nature of food being needed, some common things were always in play. For now, he'd look up and around. Surely there'd be someone around here that could help him out.
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