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Post by Gandigan on Nov 18, 2023 1:48:14 GMT -5
Gandigan had enjoyed his time trying with Venova, but there were two other Namekians that he was interested in training with while in the Otherworld, and it was time to give one of them a visit now. Of the two, he was more interested in training with Remin, who he felt could probably offer more to him right now than the Dragon clansman Sheng could. Although he respected Sheng, and expected that he likely had some valuable secrets for Gandigan, the Mazoku felt like defeating Lottus require martial strength first and foremost.
When he traveled back to the home planet of the Namekians, he slowly approached Remin’s Shell home and knocked, hoping to catch him in a good mood this time. The first time the two had met things had gotten off to a rocky start, though Gandigan felt as though by the end he had earned the respect of the warrior. It took a few moments for Gandigan to get any sort of response, eventually hearing a gruff voice which invited him to come on within.
"Gandigan." Was all that Remin would offer as the Mazoku witnessed the Warrior just ending his meditation. "I didn't mean to--" Remin brought up his hand. "Interrupt? I was finished. I suppose you're here for training, right? Good. You're as strong as I ever felt a Namekian, Gandigan, yet it still failed to bring down Lottus, just as I nearly brought you down in our little scuffle." It was cold and too the point, which is what he had come to expect from Remin.
"I know. I need to grow stronger, which is exactly why we're training. What do you want to do today? Most of my training comes from sparring, but if there's some sort of techniques that you'd like to show me then I'll be happy to watch and learn. Venova already showed me something that he had been working on for quite some time; I imagine that you and Sheng probably have something similar, right."
Remin didn't look happy with that response. He almost completely ignored what Gandigan had to say and moved on. "My point, which you seem to have missed, is that brute strength alone isn't always enough to win. Lottus had a small advantage in power when he defeated you, but that isn't why he won. The truth is that he fought more intelligently than you, Gandigan. Despite being a raving mad man in appearance Lottus is actually a very intelligent fighter, while you lack in that area."
Gandigan was speechless. Was Remin calling him some sort of idiot? He didn't even know how to respond to that. "I know, I know. You've won plenty of battles... against much weaker foes, yet when you stepped up to someone who had the advantage in power very you there was a failure to adapt your style. When you fight a stronger opponent you must understand that the strategies are different. You tried to fight Lottus as though he was a weaker enemy like Cabasa or Gira, which is why you were defeated."
Gandigan tried to think back to the battle with Lottus, to try and find any examples of what Remin was talking about. Perhaps at times he had been too aggressive? Against a weaker foe it was often possible to simply 'brute force' your way by their defenses, which was a strategy he was known to employ. Going up against someone like Lottus made that sort of tactic impossible, yet perhaps in his stubbornness he had tried anyway.
"I won't argue against that. I can definitely see where you're coming from, but I want to improve. If you have any advice or any methods which you'd like to train me in then I'll be happy to absorb whatever information I can from. I don't know what sort of experience you have in battle but from what Sheng told me it must be a lot." Gandigan was expecting some sort of answer in regards to Remin's history, but the Warrior gave no hint to his past.
"When we sparred before, you mentioned the poison I coated my blade with. Your alchemy is at an amateur level, and hasn't been properly taken advantage of by you in the past, but there is potential there. I believe I have a few recipes that I can teach you to help you in battle, but be warned that they're extremely dangerous without the right knowledge and experience. I'll start by explaining the ingredients and what they do before we mix them. Come with me."
Remin walked outside his home, with Gandigan following shortly behind. "I'll start with the same poison I hit you with earlier. I've named it the 'Marceo' poison, but the ingredients can't be found on this planet. Not sure if you've noticed but we don't grow a whole lot up here. Any special goods we have to import. The planet where I pick most of my ingredients from is only a short trip away; we're be able to fly there in about ten or so minutes."
Without warning Remin took off, with Gandigan once again following behind. The Warrior hadn't given Gandigan any sort indication of what this planet might be like, but he had assumed that it would be mostly the same as the others he had seen floating around up here, but that couldn't be further from the truth.
What Gandigan laid eyes on appeared to be a world nearing the end of it's life. There was nothing living on here bar the plants which themselves seemed to be withering away. When the two touched down, the first thing the Mazoku did was ask Remin what had happened here. "Who can say? The world has been like this for as long as I can remember, but is it that hard to figure out? Everything lives in a cycle. We are born. We flourish. Then we die. Planets are no different I suppose. But I'm not here to teach you about planets."
The first thing that Remin pointed out was grass as red as blood, which grew in several patches across the ground. "Blood grass-- and before you say anything no, I'm not very original when it comes to naming things but I hardly think that matters too much. I mostly cook up things by myself so as long as I remember the name then that's what's important. You can feel free to call the ingredients whatever you'd like, as long as you do so outside of my presence."
Remin approached the grass and picked out a tuft of it, gesturing for Gandigan to come over and do the same. As soon as his fingers touched the grass he recoiled, unprepared for the heat they output. "Wasn't sure if you'd figure that out or not. This is where we get the heat from; it'll help burn through armor and particularly tough skin which as you can imagine is quite useful in a battle. This makes up about one quarter of our resin. Keep up."
They walked for about five minutes before coming across the rotting carcass of a small lizard. Gandigan has assumed that nothing lived here, yet maybe he was wrong? Remin bent over and picked the lizard up, splitting it in two with his nail and pulling out a small sack. "Bile Duct. We want the bile." Remin cut into the duct, releasing a putrid smell before pushing out the contents into a small glass vile. "This will affect the enemies mind. Fogs their vision and causes heaving fatigue. Now we go after the body."
Remin continued leading the way, walking Gandigan down to what appeared to be the bed of a river, though no water had flown through here in quite a long time. Again he bent down, then time picking up a small rock before flipping it over to show Gandigan. About two or three dozen worm looking creatures were writhing on the bottom. "Honestly? I just call these ones worms. Don't get much worms in my home so it does the job."
Unlike with the other ingredients, Remin gave himself a little more protection with these ones by coating his hand in Ki before picking them off the rock and placing them into a bad. "Their skin is coated in a poison that paralyzes anything that tries to eat them. We're worried about things much bigger than birds and lizards, but if you get enough of them together and grind them up you can usually get people feeling pretty woozy. Come on now; just one more ingredient."
Gandigan followed Remin down the stream, where to his surprise a small puddle of water remained. Within the water were flowers which appeared to be the most full of life he had seen anything on the planet, with large blue petals that spread from one bed of the river to the other. "Tilium flower. This isn't dangerous in any way per say; you can sort of think of it as an enhancer. Whatever you place it into, the effects will be magnified whether they be positive or negative."
Gandigan had heard of certain 'accelerants' before, but his own success with them had been minimal. Remin seemed to trust in this Tilium though, so Gandigan would to. Remin carefully pulled away one of the petals, rolling it up and placing it upon his back before turning back to the Mazoku. "Alright, that's all we'll be needing today. There are some other things around here for other mixtures, but let's take things one at a time."
Gandigan followed Remin back to his home world where the two got to work mixing things together. Remin's alchemy set was much more advanced than Gandigan's had been, which mostly consisted of a single pot that he mixed things in before boiling with his own Ki. Remin had about a dozen different devices that he slowly explained to the Mazoku, who was barely keeping up.
The process to produce this poison was simple: You start off by grinding the worms and the blood grass together, adding in about one tenth of the bile collected every few seconds until you get a paste. After that you grind the Tilium petal up into a dust, sprinkle it over the paste then boil until it starts to steam. From there it's pretty much ready to go, as long as you have a method of actually applying the poison, which could be done a number of different ways.
"I call this the Hades. It's a mean son of a bitch that'll leave your opponent in a world of hurt... if you can get it into their skin. When I did battle against you I coated it across my blade and punctured your skin with it. That's how I recommend you do it to, though your fighting style isn't the same as mind, so maybe you can think of a better way. As long as it gets the job done that's all that really matters." Gandigan thought things over for a few minutes, trying to decide how best to use the poison that he had just been taught how to make.
He didn't carry a blade, and even if he did he didn't really have as much experience with one as Remin did, so he'd probably just end up getting himself hurt. So what did Gandigan have experience with? What could he use to best take advantage of this poison? Gandigan reached into a sack around his waist and pulled from it a small flask, dipping it into the mixture and filling it to the brim. From there he closed the lid and tossed it up into the air a few times, trying to figure out the weight of it.
"Yeah, I think I have an idea."
WC: 1,970
When he traveled back to the home planet of the Namekians, he slowly approached Remin’s Shell home and knocked, hoping to catch him in a good mood this time. The first time the two had met things had gotten off to a rocky start, though Gandigan felt as though by the end he had earned the respect of the warrior. It took a few moments for Gandigan to get any sort of response, eventually hearing a gruff voice which invited him to come on within.
"Gandigan." Was all that Remin would offer as the Mazoku witnessed the Warrior just ending his meditation. "I didn't mean to--" Remin brought up his hand. "Interrupt? I was finished. I suppose you're here for training, right? Good. You're as strong as I ever felt a Namekian, Gandigan, yet it still failed to bring down Lottus, just as I nearly brought you down in our little scuffle." It was cold and too the point, which is what he had come to expect from Remin.
"I know. I need to grow stronger, which is exactly why we're training. What do you want to do today? Most of my training comes from sparring, but if there's some sort of techniques that you'd like to show me then I'll be happy to watch and learn. Venova already showed me something that he had been working on for quite some time; I imagine that you and Sheng probably have something similar, right."
Remin didn't look happy with that response. He almost completely ignored what Gandigan had to say and moved on. "My point, which you seem to have missed, is that brute strength alone isn't always enough to win. Lottus had a small advantage in power when he defeated you, but that isn't why he won. The truth is that he fought more intelligently than you, Gandigan. Despite being a raving mad man in appearance Lottus is actually a very intelligent fighter, while you lack in that area."
Gandigan was speechless. Was Remin calling him some sort of idiot? He didn't even know how to respond to that. "I know, I know. You've won plenty of battles... against much weaker foes, yet when you stepped up to someone who had the advantage in power very you there was a failure to adapt your style. When you fight a stronger opponent you must understand that the strategies are different. You tried to fight Lottus as though he was a weaker enemy like Cabasa or Gira, which is why you were defeated."
Gandigan tried to think back to the battle with Lottus, to try and find any examples of what Remin was talking about. Perhaps at times he had been too aggressive? Against a weaker foe it was often possible to simply 'brute force' your way by their defenses, which was a strategy he was known to employ. Going up against someone like Lottus made that sort of tactic impossible, yet perhaps in his stubbornness he had tried anyway.
"I won't argue against that. I can definitely see where you're coming from, but I want to improve. If you have any advice or any methods which you'd like to train me in then I'll be happy to absorb whatever information I can from. I don't know what sort of experience you have in battle but from what Sheng told me it must be a lot." Gandigan was expecting some sort of answer in regards to Remin's history, but the Warrior gave no hint to his past.
"When we sparred before, you mentioned the poison I coated my blade with. Your alchemy is at an amateur level, and hasn't been properly taken advantage of by you in the past, but there is potential there. I believe I have a few recipes that I can teach you to help you in battle, but be warned that they're extremely dangerous without the right knowledge and experience. I'll start by explaining the ingredients and what they do before we mix them. Come with me."
Remin walked outside his home, with Gandigan following shortly behind. "I'll start with the same poison I hit you with earlier. I've named it the 'Marceo' poison, but the ingredients can't be found on this planet. Not sure if you've noticed but we don't grow a whole lot up here. Any special goods we have to import. The planet where I pick most of my ingredients from is only a short trip away; we're be able to fly there in about ten or so minutes."
Without warning Remin took off, with Gandigan once again following behind. The Warrior hadn't given Gandigan any sort indication of what this planet might be like, but he had assumed that it would be mostly the same as the others he had seen floating around up here, but that couldn't be further from the truth.
What Gandigan laid eyes on appeared to be a world nearing the end of it's life. There was nothing living on here bar the plants which themselves seemed to be withering away. When the two touched down, the first thing the Mazoku did was ask Remin what had happened here. "Who can say? The world has been like this for as long as I can remember, but is it that hard to figure out? Everything lives in a cycle. We are born. We flourish. Then we die. Planets are no different I suppose. But I'm not here to teach you about planets."
The first thing that Remin pointed out was grass as red as blood, which grew in several patches across the ground. "Blood grass-- and before you say anything no, I'm not very original when it comes to naming things but I hardly think that matters too much. I mostly cook up things by myself so as long as I remember the name then that's what's important. You can feel free to call the ingredients whatever you'd like, as long as you do so outside of my presence."
Remin approached the grass and picked out a tuft of it, gesturing for Gandigan to come over and do the same. As soon as his fingers touched the grass he recoiled, unprepared for the heat they output. "Wasn't sure if you'd figure that out or not. This is where we get the heat from; it'll help burn through armor and particularly tough skin which as you can imagine is quite useful in a battle. This makes up about one quarter of our resin. Keep up."
They walked for about five minutes before coming across the rotting carcass of a small lizard. Gandigan has assumed that nothing lived here, yet maybe he was wrong? Remin bent over and picked the lizard up, splitting it in two with his nail and pulling out a small sack. "Bile Duct. We want the bile." Remin cut into the duct, releasing a putrid smell before pushing out the contents into a small glass vile. "This will affect the enemies mind. Fogs their vision and causes heaving fatigue. Now we go after the body."
Remin continued leading the way, walking Gandigan down to what appeared to be the bed of a river, though no water had flown through here in quite a long time. Again he bent down, then time picking up a small rock before flipping it over to show Gandigan. About two or three dozen worm looking creatures were writhing on the bottom. "Honestly? I just call these ones worms. Don't get much worms in my home so it does the job."
Unlike with the other ingredients, Remin gave himself a little more protection with these ones by coating his hand in Ki before picking them off the rock and placing them into a bad. "Their skin is coated in a poison that paralyzes anything that tries to eat them. We're worried about things much bigger than birds and lizards, but if you get enough of them together and grind them up you can usually get people feeling pretty woozy. Come on now; just one more ingredient."
Gandigan followed Remin down the stream, where to his surprise a small puddle of water remained. Within the water were flowers which appeared to be the most full of life he had seen anything on the planet, with large blue petals that spread from one bed of the river to the other. "Tilium flower. This isn't dangerous in any way per say; you can sort of think of it as an enhancer. Whatever you place it into, the effects will be magnified whether they be positive or negative."
Gandigan had heard of certain 'accelerants' before, but his own success with them had been minimal. Remin seemed to trust in this Tilium though, so Gandigan would to. Remin carefully pulled away one of the petals, rolling it up and placing it upon his back before turning back to the Mazoku. "Alright, that's all we'll be needing today. There are some other things around here for other mixtures, but let's take things one at a time."
Gandigan followed Remin back to his home world where the two got to work mixing things together. Remin's alchemy set was much more advanced than Gandigan's had been, which mostly consisted of a single pot that he mixed things in before boiling with his own Ki. Remin had about a dozen different devices that he slowly explained to the Mazoku, who was barely keeping up.
The process to produce this poison was simple: You start off by grinding the worms and the blood grass together, adding in about one tenth of the bile collected every few seconds until you get a paste. After that you grind the Tilium petal up into a dust, sprinkle it over the paste then boil until it starts to steam. From there it's pretty much ready to go, as long as you have a method of actually applying the poison, which could be done a number of different ways.
"I call this the Hades. It's a mean son of a bitch that'll leave your opponent in a world of hurt... if you can get it into their skin. When I did battle against you I coated it across my blade and punctured your skin with it. That's how I recommend you do it to, though your fighting style isn't the same as mind, so maybe you can think of a better way. As long as it gets the job done that's all that really matters." Gandigan thought things over for a few minutes, trying to decide how best to use the poison that he had just been taught how to make.
He didn't carry a blade, and even if he did he didn't really have as much experience with one as Remin did, so he'd probably just end up getting himself hurt. So what did Gandigan have experience with? What could he use to best take advantage of this poison? Gandigan reached into a sack around his waist and pulled from it a small flask, dipping it into the mixture and filling it to the brim. From there he closed the lid and tossed it up into the air a few times, trying to figure out the weight of it.
"Yeah, I think I have an idea."
WC: 1,970
