History (Cello)

The lands of Namek were as they had been since Gandigan had died; They'd been a testament and a trial. A true tumultuous time of rediscovery for he, the Eldest of them all. He had been deep in the confines of the ruins of his old tower, his masters books gone through tremendously as he did his absolute best to never give up on bringing Gandigan back to the land of the living. Without the 'Dragons Orbs of Wish' there was no true push for it, and without his meeting of the Guru, he hadnt yet had the heart to go meet him.

So? Instead? that was enough to push him to his own devices. He was a solitary creature in the end. After all.. 

Wandering the wastes of Namek, he once more came across a tear in space time; This area - the land near the lava - was clearly spiritually inclined, and soon he'd step through, into the void of Hell. He felt the clock ticking -- and once more; he felt himself capable of only being here for a time. That time could not be wasted with idle thoughts. Rushing off into the distance, he'd sense out for Gandigan. A black cloud forming beneath his feet as he'd take to the skies - surfing on his masters cloud.

His eyes were still full of thought; There was much he'd tell Gandigan if he could find him. How hard he was working on ressurection, how much he'd grown with the others. Whats more, he would also tell him more of what he'd discovered about his people. The messages left behind in a sea of turmoil and sadness. A hidden mystery soon speaking but one phrase;

"To the stars".

There was interpretation of what it meant, of course, but for now the elder namekian would launch himself forward, eager to find the one whom he'd relate to most and make sure that he and the other got onto the same page. After all? How else would he bring back the man if he wasnt up to date. 

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Gandigan was somewhere amongst this land, and Cello was determined to find him. He didnt know how he had ended up back here once more, but there was no holding him down. As he'd soar through the sky affixed upon a black cloud, the Namekian would consider sensing outward, his energy cascading throughout the realm as his honed in sensory system picked up on a remnant pulse of energy radiating outward.There was a green light; on the horizon, and it was this more then all others that he'd follow. It twas the voice of the other in his mind, that he could hear. The telepathic connection between them causing a connection near immediately.

"I Hear you, My King." He'd say softly, pouring on the speed in his dark cloud; A nod on his head as if the man was here with him. There was nothing holding him back now, with the information he'd uncovered there was far more to offer. The fact was? He was excited, truly, like a child. He was willing to find Gandigan in the Afterlife or in the Living Realm, if it just meant that the pair could reunite and speak on this very topic. 

Soaring through the heavens, and passing small planetoids on his way, he wondered just how much trouble he'd be in if he made it here and got caught? Though such a thing was outside his paygrade, he had a feeling his immortal soul would be complicated in the proccess. Rather then anything else, he'd discard this thought and focus in on the one thing he could do. Get to the king. It took an hour or less, but finally the planet he would sense Gandigan mostly upon, was the one he'd break orbit and land upon.

A simple voice calling out; 

"Lord Gandigan? Lord Gandigan Im here!"

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Seeing the face of the King was most assuring. He had long awaited a time to find him but had thought such an interesting thing that had once occurred to be unique to them. Staring forward, he'd note however, the King was wounded...and then when he'd stare further, he'd note that his very essence seemed weaker. This was a tremendous blow to the stalwart monks mood as he primped his king over. Looks of concern over his eyes glazing into existence as nothing more then marbles with brilliant colors. A simple thing, but one that showed compassion for his fellow.

"What happened to you...? You look...as if someone tore you asunder and spat you back out..Not to say you don't look good still, but you look weakened.." He'd almost instantly want to begin to heal him, but knew that such things did not work in this realm as others did elsewhere. There was a pause, therein, as he'd hear his questions and sighed. A nod on his face; As he'd cross those massive tree-trunks called arms beneath his chest. He too had burdens, things that had revealed themselves, and things that had happened. He'd wonder where to begin.

"I...found another rift it seems. I believe its linked to these candles I use to walk around in the shadows of my land. The desolation of the once thriving colony. However, I will not hate this encounter even for but a moment, for this is something I'd long since hoped to have happen. I've missed you sir. As for namek?"Cello would begin to tell the tale of how the group had faced off against Lotus, how he had handily managed to wipe him off the board but spoke instead, of how Marimba, and Gira and Cabasa fought valiantly, as a group. Speaking with pride on the point and position on Namek to date.

"...--So I dont know what his next action plan is t'be, but I do know that this isn't over. What's more, I know that we need our King back. Our lands are going to fall into disarray without a true leader, and while I could help, I cannot be that leader. The most I can do is continue as I have, and on that front, I believe perhaps there may be a solution to your situation -- my master wrote in his diary, many things in regards to returning the dead.."

The monk seemed pleased with himself, but realized he was getting ahead of the story a bit. 

"A-Ah! Let me start from the beginning..."

There was a brief pause, he'd try to gather his thoughts for a time before finally releasing them all into the world verbally. After all, there was as he said, much to discuss. Leaving but a single point out would be enough to ruin the entire tale. Enough to position things into the realm of disbelief or wonder that too much time may have passed. Perhaps it had. But. He'd speak anyway.

"...As I was rebuilding and cleaning my old village; I found more and more records, hastily written by some of the villagers, spoke of a grand exodus. An 'Ark' that was coming. This was in light of an attack from a far off star, a distant star's people had come to our village, seeking friendship and taking with them, blood. I have yet to decipher much, but I know this. Something occurred between these off-worlders, and my people. They did something -- that led to the death of my Kin; Hanma. He was a rival, of course...but he was kin.."

There was a frown on his lips as the Namekian fell to his rear, crossing his legs. It seemed these two were gonna talk here. He had nowhere else to go, but his  eyes remained sealed for a time as he'd recall all he learned. There was plenty to discuss, and plenty more to release upon the older king, but it was more spoken because of his own camaraderie with the other. He had to admit, that the reason he was even able to speak so frankly was because it was Gandigan here before him. Not any other.

"...and I believe in his anguish, to revive one of his sons, My master went through great dark efforts to try and bring him back. This -- I believe -- or the visitors from a distant star, are the cause of my peoples fate. But I wont know -- until I find out more. WHich I cannot do from my position, as without the remains of another, I cannot possibly even begin a spell of that magnitude. In short? Ive hit a dead end...but this is why I had wanted to seek you out so badly...in the hopes that here, together, we as brothers can find a lost one...and maybe get to the bottom of what happened..."

The Monk would look up, and soon gesture to join. 

"...But Ive spoken so much about myself, I'd be more interested in knowing how you've been? As I said, you dont look as good as you did when last we spoke. Has this realm taken more from you then you can handle? Nonsense...your the King of the Mazoku. None shall ever stand against you in such a manner. In truth, you are the wisest of us all!"

Pleasentries aside, Gandigan DIDNT look good..

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The explanation was taken with concern. There was a clear look of worry upon his features as he'd hear what had occured. To be tricked by someone claiming, pretending to be of ones kind was a sick thing. To do such would make someone truly wicked. He had to admit, he wished he'd thought of it in some regards, but to be honest, to have it done to Gandigan? Well it caused him a small amount of anger and frustration. Truly the rage filled eyes of the young Namekian would be noted, and regarded without much issue or restraint. He'd show his rage filled behavior as he'd stare at that green light.

"...they tried to rend your Darkness from you?" he'd state softly, reahcing his hand out and trying to cast some measure of shadow healing on the man, a dark infused version of the healing technique that would of course use shadows to heal. Though he'd forget, his spells had no effect on a spirit with no body. A tsk was heard, as he'd shake his head and head the rest of the words of his leader. How Marimba would take his place...

"...If this is your will, then the Mazoku will be stronger for it; Though I dont know how Cabasa and the others will take this. " he'd state softly, before continuing to walk up to the man. Listening to hsi words, and nodding at the commentary about Lottus.

"Aye, We will go there then, bring the fight to his people -- as he brought it to our own, I am for this, I am with this.." He'd state with a grin, wicked as it was, but then he'd hear the rest of it? and would nod.

"Tarron? That...cant be..." Tarron was a name known to him; It seemed. Yet the last time he'd seen him.. "Little Tarron? The Youngling?" Though he forgets how many years had passed. How far he'd gone and not known. How much things had changed and shifted. Though hearing of Tarron's light, he'd of course nod. And heard his words.

"Aye, aye.,..let us go let us find him and speak -- we MUST bring you back to life. THere is nothing more important than this.."

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