Mortal Coil (CONQUEST)

Even after Onoma had arrived, more were to come; both virtuous and sinful alike. This scenario was precisely what Onoma had wanted to experience. The rush brought on by this absolute chaos, the near tangible tension in the air, the anticipation of what might happen next— it was intoxicating. He might not get what he actually wanted here today, but he had the shot to see some true potential here. Strength of mind, of character, of conviction.

What a day to be alive! Onoma couldn’t help himself, and smiled from ear to ear in a way that may even almost looked painful to some. Almost in a trance of unhinged happiness, Onoma barely registered what people were saying, be it to each other or himself if he hadn’t already met them prior.

Zenos, out of all of them, got most if not all of Onoma’s attention at this time. “Zenos! My my, a pleasant surprise!!” The Namekian cackled. “What brings you to these, hmmm... Festivities?”

Moments later, a rippling gurgle pulsated outwards from the demonic looking sword user, forming into a mighty attack upon one of the defenders of this city, unleashing a wave of utter devastation in its wake. It tore through the air, and once it had reached Onoma, his defenses kicked in automatically— the visages of himself that he had conjured took the brunt of it. While they were doing so, Onoma could witness the havoc around him and he began to laugh.

Perhaps unknowingly, in his state of twisted glee, his laughter began to radiate with power, pushing at the wave that had now broken past his initial defenses, causing it to warp around him harmlessly and continue on to cause more damage beyond where he stood.

“Gahahahahahah! This is amazing!” Onoma threw his hands up into the air, seeing the reaction that people were having to the ensuing mayhem.

Eventually, Onoma’s eyes landed on one of the only other familiar faces he could see. That kid that tried to stop him a while back in the west, the one that was ballsy enough to go at one of the Super Saiyans. The one that thought himself a hero inherently without truly earning the distinction from others himself.

“Well hi there! Remember me!?” Onoma’s eyes glinted with vicious intent. Surely, if he was to bully someone weaker than him, someone else might just come running without a second thought!

Onoma quickly looked over to Zenos, giving a nod and then back to the young man with a manic grin before suddenly rushing at him when he stepped back, trying to drag him further away from the main event... Just far enough that he could see this city crumble, but close enough that someone could probably come and rescue him. Maybe he would need it, if he could not prove himself to be a hero. After all...

What kind of hero needs saving?

Taking action and joining something like this was of course quite the ordeal, unlike what his words suggested- sure they were easy to exclaim but alas, it was literally a shithole right now with a mass of people that had gathered from all around the world or even the galaxy in general- so many individuals that likely either knew each other or really were just here to try and make a name for themselves. He did not quite believe the whole hero tale, unless somebody you cared for was directly involved, there was no sense in protecting people that will never even remember your name.

They will only remember that they nearly died once, and 'managed to survive', not get saved. Because people were like that, pieces of selfish excrement throughout their entire life, caring not one bit unless it would benefit themselves. That was why Zenos felt no guilt while killing them, he never felt guilt for anyone but himself. For subjecting himself to this kind of rush, sometimes he would come crashing down hours later, but he did not ultimately regret anything.

He chose to live this way.

Soon, he met a familiar individual, one that he got to meet as of late during one of his oddest jobs; not because of the actual job itself but rather the funny outcome. Onoma was by far an individual perhaps made similarly akin to Zenos, even though the red Namekian could most certainly use ki, that did not make him any less dangerous because of his mindset.

Yeah, perhaps Onoma was indeed quite fitting for this scene. One with chaos as he looked.

"Onoma. I can not say I am surprised seeing you here myself. If anything I was wondering when you would show up. You could say I was just passing by, think I will stay... been a while since I let loose."

Well, in truth Zenos did not expect any of these events to happen... he was indeed just passing by when all of this began to happen, so if he had to say the truth it was really just a coincidence that he had chanced to be here. That trail of thought was cut off the moment the main bad guy appeared to be initiating the festivities and the attack happened to split in waves of destructive energy, all of which Zenos simply avoided either by sheer luck or whatever, hard to tell, still he remained still while Omona had to soak a good portion of it.

"You good?"

He asked, not really out of concern, just to make conversation rather. Onoma however already had his sights set upon someone, and he followed said gaze back upon someone that looked quite familiar... if he had to say, but he did not quite remember where he had met the guy. It was one of those hero type of guys. The red Namekian looked at the Hollow Konatsian, he gave him a faint nod with a smile, he could tell where this was going.

Out of everyone else, he did not mind seeing this guy's dough, perhaps out of spite that he had called himself a hero in the first place. But he would follow by simply hopping between buildings.

Thread Power Level: 51,574
Power Level: 257,870 (Antisense ON)
HP: ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ 250%
KP: 6/6
MP: 2/6
OOC Notes/Threads Used:
Zenos agrees following Onoma and Garon into a split.
WC: 541
Total WC: 1243