GambolMuse

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Old enough to die for your Lord =p

@Lekkuen

... Point taken .-.

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O.o B-But... Gin's only 15 O.O

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Note to self, be nice to Yuudai o.O

"N-No! I just meant I didn't expect a girl to be so strong!"

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

Takeshi may not want to cuddle up to T'charrl any time soon but he was far from avoiding his friend anymore. At least so long as he didn't change again, this form now was about the peak of what he could handle comfortably. Raising an eyebrow at the Kaesstrian's question he leaned over slightly, closing his eyes and sniffing at the air. There was a trace of something, sure, but for the most part he was just picking up on loads of scents of the area around them. Some food curiously enough, plenty of plants and who he could only guess to be either himself or Shu. Everyone else in the group probably stunk like hell, between sweat and dirt and blood, but from what he could gather T'charrl was safe.

"If anything you smell wet, that's hardly stinky," the Saiyan answered, grinning as he sat back in place. An odd thing to be worried over, whether he smelled or not. Given the fact the guy was currently soaked and even dripping still chances were he wouldn't smell like much of anything for a while. Hearing some children giggling Takeshi turned to watch a group of Namekian children run by, throwing a ball between themselves gleefully. Hm... That was a reminder he and Shu really needed to play again soon, just to keep the little guy happy. "Hey... Think of it this way buddy, why would we all have confidence in you if you weren't capable?" he asked after a moment, glancing back at T'charrl, "I mean think about it for a second. Everyone else here thinks you're able to do it, and for the most part you've shown you can. The only person here doubting you is... Well, you. Stop and think, maybe we're all seeing something you're not?"

Eh, he really didn't know how to do these pep talks, and even doing so now made Takeshi feel a bit weird. There was a fair chance he wasn't doing anything with his words either, but he should at least give it a go if he wanted to be a decent friend. "If we keep working at it you'll never lose control, it's a process, you know? Every time we get stronger we'll work to handle it, that's all there is to it. As long as we do what we can to keep it in check nothing will go wrong." That's why they had a group too, everyone was there to give each other a hand. When things would get bad for somebody there was always at least one person to give them a helping hand, and that held true for T'charrl too. Not expecting his friend to praise him Takeshi blinked a few times, breaking out into a sheepish smile as he blushed and rubbed at his neck. "Heh... Well... I just work a lot at it! If you put in the effort you can be as strong as me someday, I'm sure of it!" he said, chuckling as he gave a thumbs up, "Just don't over do it, yeah? I'll kick your butt if you make me look bad."

"I guess the rebels are kind of hurting for numbers, they must be. I mean they've asked every person here to join at one point or another, including me. Or maybe they just like to have a ton of people, who knows. I can't really be mad at them for that, not when they're trying to stop the King." That man had to be stopped, he was responsible for way too many bad things and needed to be made to pay. Haku knew himself to be far from the strongest, a fact he wasn't overly proud of, and yet that hadn't stopped him from being assigned to attacking the Princes. Shu and Takeshi, two boys who were supposed to be some kind of prodigies or something and he'd been sent to fight them. If someone was that callous about lives there was no way they could be a good ruler.

"Funny... You say that, but think about everything the Saiyans have done. All the worlds we've attacked, people killed, soldiers conscripted... We're not good people either and still you just made me out to be a good person," Haku mumbled, smiling somewhat amused as he looked at Kiton, "Things happen, sometimes we're forced into lousy situations. But... I've known plenty of good people that have done bad things, for the right reasons, which I'm sure you had yours, and besides..." he continued, shifting a bit for comfort, "You feel bad about it, don't you? Bad people don't get guilty, they don't care and move on. I can tell you're not okay with it though, so the only thing for you to do is try to make it right. Even if I've never killed anyone I did bad things, and in a way my helping these people is a way to make up for it."

One of the Namekians was hurrying out towards the shuttle, some rags and a container of water in his hands as he hustled along. It had been a fair while since he needed to really work, not having been allowed to travel out to aid other villages since he was so young. Now that the supposed heroes of their world were here though he'd jumped at the opportunity to help, eager to make use of his abilities. Hustling along he smiled at a group of his friends as they ran by, waving and scrambling after to hold onto the water before continuing along. He didn't know what they looked like or even their names, but when he spotted three aliens sitting just outside the village he figured that had to be them. With a smile on his face he rushed over to where they were, slowly coming to a halt and gasping as he once more had to stop water from spilling, giving a polite bow once he was settled. "H-Hello there! My name is Eri and I was sent to help! I'm um,,, I'm here to heal you!"

Sasha wasn't quite certain when she should give her side of things and make her presence known, not wanting to come across as demanding or overbearing. The rebels weren't seeking anything really from Namek, they only wanted to ensure the planet was well out of the Saiyans' hands. Once everyone had settled down she waited patiently for the Elder to begin, figuring it was only natural the local leader start off negotiations. When he at last began to speak he had a number of questions for them, all of which she could hopefully answer to the best of her abilities. Opening her mouth to do such a thing she paused when the door opened, glancing back and seeing the food and drinks being brought in. Now was hardly the time for snacks, yet as she tried to focus on speaking her stomach grumbled faintly, making her cheeks flushed as she glanced down at it.

"Traitor..." she whispered, sighing as she reached out and plucked up a small piece of fish. Popping it into her mouth she turned then to the Elder, making certain she swallowed her food before speaking aloud. "Sir... We don't know the entire story yet, but it seems the creature was onboard the ship that crashed on your world. I can't say how it got here, we don't know that yet, but it seems like it was purely an accident. As for what brought us here..." Sasha had to take a pause, glancing over at Vegeta uncertainly. Both she and they had different agendas, and while both non-malicious she wasn't sure how well hers would be received. Seeing as she'd begun to speak she figured she had little choice but to divulge her reasons, sighing again before looking at the Elder. "I'm here on behalf of the rebellion, but we're not here seeking anything from you. With the war going on the leaders were just worried your world may be at risk, so my brother and I were asked here in order to make sure things are alright. I suppose it's a good thing we arrived when we did."

"As for our purpose, sir, we've actually come with a request," Vegeta continued, placing his hand in his lap and bowing forward. "It's presumptuous of us to ask for payment for what we did, and we know that, but this is perhaps our last resort. As you've no doubt figured out by now my friend here is not himself, and he hasn't been for some time. We have a means of helping him but that would require something of yours, I'm afraid. If we are to help Viral recover we must ask that we are allowed to use your Dragonballs." Putting their request out there so soon into the conversation made him feel a little slimy, but anxious as he was Vegeta doubted he could wait very long to ask anyways.

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I don't know if being poked to death is a blessing or a curse o.O

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"If my Lord wills it, it shall be done."

Tetsuya's not a fan, but if Shima Lord says to do it? He gonna poke ya dead >:3

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

"I mean yeah, it sucked, but come on! You killed that huge thing, that's some serious bragging rights right there!" Takeshi said, "I mean think about it... None of us could beat the thing and then you and Viral came along and bam! It's dead!" Now that the life-threatening situation was over with he could focus more on other things, like how he'd been outdone by his friends. Was it unreasonable to feel a little bothered by such a trivial thing? Yes, but that didn't keep him from feeling that way. He wasn't angry with them persay, but he'd liked to have been the one to do the deed, or at least do something. Now he was going to have to find a way to top what they had done, however that might be accomplished. Hearing out his friend's concerns Takeshi smiled, shrugging his shoulders as he reached up and itched at his nose. "I think you've got plenty of control, you're just not confident yet! You're way better than you were, and sure, it's not perfect, but it's damn close. You're never going to turn into any monster because you're way too good for that to happen." Besides, everyone had their own definition of what a 'monster' was. For some too it didn't even take a monster to freak someone out, sometimes just a little insect. Thankfully in Takeshi's case the more time he spent around some of T'charrl's forms the less uneasy he was, and by now this side of their friend was almost okay to be near. "Being a god would be pretty awesome, you know? But seriously, you're not someone who goes nuts with power, because you've gotten a ton and you're still you. I doubt you'd change no matter how strong you get," he said reassuringly, smirking before pointing at himself, "As long as you're not stronger than I am we've got no problems."

Heh, Haku didn't have to be told the world was a harsh place. When you spent your entire life being spit on and kicked around you kind of got used to life sucking, and now that things were actually better he didn't know how to take it. Even with people not being overly fond of him it was still an improvement, yet he was so torn between protecting himself and trying to make friends that he often found himself acting in ways that made no sense. So yeah, he knew the world sucked, even if he hadn't been through the same things Kiton had. "I am too, even if our problems are different. Everyone's got something, some people have it worse than others," Haku mumbled, shrugging his shoulders tiredly as he glanced at the floor, "And sometimes I wonder, even now, why I bother. But being around people like this make me think it's not so bad. Sure, Ricken is a jerk, but everyone else is nice enough. If you traveled with us maybe you would see it that way too." All he needed was a change of perspective, just like he'd gotten by joining this group. If you spent your whole life being hated, chased, whatever, then you were going to think life sucked. Now that Haku had seen what a difference some nicer people could make though he had begun to be a bit more optimistic, if cautiously so. "The others aren't like that. Look... I attacked them when we first met. In fact I was supposed to kill them," he explained, pulling his legs up a bit closer as he shifted uncomfortably, "There was absolutely no reason for them to take me in after that, but they did. And I might be lying to myself, but I'm beginning to think I might actually make friends here. If they can let someone like me sit here and not hurt me then you're fine, I promise."

Vegeta found the Elder's home to be a rather nice place, not the type of building he'd come to expect from the leader of a peoples. Normally there were armed guards all over the place and not civilians, and he would expect a bit more precautions when allowing utter strangers into their leader's quarters. Instead of checkpoints or the like they were shown right inside, as though they were simply guests coming over someone's house. Not wanting to appear rude by refusing any of their kindness he followed along politely, waiting until they were giving the go-ahead to enter the Elder's chambers themselves. Stepping into the room he took note of the Namekian first and foremost, deciding that was most definitely how the head of these people should appear. He was regal even if simply so and appeared agreeable enough, which hopefully bode well for their negotiations. Putting on a small smile Vegeta nodded gratefully, taking a seat on the center cushion with his legs tucked beneath himself. "Thank you, we appreciate the hospitality," he responded, bowing down slightly in a show of respect.

"Yes, thank you very much sir," Yumi added, smiling as she bowed as well before taking a seat herself. Thank goodness they were being given food; after that fight she was a bit hungry but she didn't want to appear rude by asking for it. Chances were it was hardly going to be a feast, but even a small snack to tide them over until returning to the ship would be nice. Deciding to sit at the far left she settled down in a cross-legged fashion, resting her hands in her lap as she glanced around the room. If she were to have a home of her own she'd love for it to be like this. Something about the design and furnishings just made it seem very charming, as she certainly didn't need a lot of material wealth to be happy. Maybe once she got back to Earth she would look into getting a home of her own, seeing as of late she more or less lived with whoever would put her up. Takeshi even had his own house somehow, and if he could get a place then so could she. Smiling up at Viral she patted the cushion between herself and Vegeta, hoping he'd at least sit down and try to relax. The Elder was being awfully polite towards their friend considering how he looked, it was nice to find another kind ruler.

Far From Home [ Scout & Vena Sera ]

Suto couldn't stand to watch this any longer, it just wasn't natural. In all of their time as friends not a single one of them had fought with another, and he'd certainly not expected Fitch to be at odds with Yari. Their friend having lost her memory was an emotional experience, sure, but fighting with one another wasn't going to help it any. That aside being unrecognized by his friend was pretty painful in of itself; they had done quite a lot together, both outside and inside of Sword Art Online, and to think that could just be forgotten... Knowing a good friend should be there to try and help he felt quite guilty at leaving, but if he couldn't handle it himself then what good was he to his friends? Fighting back tears the entire way Suto shuffled back to his room, not even registering that he'd bumped into someone as he was on his way there. Not a second after he'd gotten inside and shut the door did he finally break, tears slipping out as he slumped against the door.

Just what were they going to do now? The game was only a quarter completed and yet their group may well fall apart. There had been plenty of parties like theirs in the game, friends who stuck together right away and kept going together. Through some circumstance, be it a death, a betrayal or just differences groups would break up and friends turn their backs on one another. That wasn't going to happen to them, was it? Despite his own outgoing and energetic attitude Suto wasn't handling the game very well, and he needed his friends there to help him. Both Fitch and Yari were strong, and while he might be good at the game that didn't mean he was a strong person. Heck, right now hew as crying like a baby while they needed help. Rubbing at his eyes with the heels of his hands Suto let out a shaky sigh, pulling his knees up to his chest and resting his chin on top. It was a possibility that he may need to find a new group, should theirs split up. He wanted to be optimistic about it and think it would work out but even the initial reactions to Yari weren't promising.

So imbedded in his dreading the Monk had barely noticed someone knocking at his door, or more pounding really. Feeling the wood shaking at his back Suto glanced behind himself, sniffling as he wondered who it might be. The voice shouting wasn't one he recognized, yet she sounded awfully mad at him for whatever reason. Was it someone from the Clearers? He really didn't need this right now, but if he just sat here in silence he was skeptical she'd go away. Sniffling once more Suto wiped his eyes on his sleeve, rising to his feet and putting a hand on the doorknob, taking pause before pulling it open. He'd expected a woman perhaps, or maybe someone a bit... More imposing. Instead of either of those he glanced down and found a younger girl glaring up at him, blinking confused before smiling uneasily and giving a small wave. "Uh... Hi...? Can I help you?"

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Clang! Clang! Clang! The sound of metal striking metal resounded through the high-arched halls of the dungeon, carrying on for quite a ways from the scene of the battle. Numerous rooms and corridors were devoid of any life, the monsters in them having long since been slain. The dungeon itself was fairly unremarkable, just a small labyrinth with no real boss, moderate loot and a long respawn timer on its inhabitants. If anything it was a training grounds, and due to its otherwise minimal rewards it would likely not be a place frequented by players. For most training was only worthwhile if you could get something out of it, be that item drops or a large sum of Col, something to supplement the experience. Everyone needed the latter, but many wanted more to show for their efforts. Others, however, were perfectly content with just the experience.

A dodge to the left, the sound of a heavy metal blade slamming into the ground and breaking the cobble bricks that made up the floor. A slight blur of movement, a red streak, and a second later the sound of a monster letting out a howl of pain. Raising its blade again the centurion, a mechainical-humanoid took a wide swing at its target, cutting through nothing but air as the player evaded it again. Smashing its blade into one of the stone pillars in the room it became temporarily wedged, giving the player ample opportunity to react. First a lunging thrust into the gears of its abdomen, followed by a slash that brought it to one knee, and finally another, back-handed thrust which drove a blade through the back of its helmeted skull, cracking the steel as the dagger easily penetrated the armor. With a grinding sound the centurion released its blade, steam leaking from its joints before it fell forward, crashing into dozens of small shards as it vanished. As with every monster slain a small window would appear, Col as well as a few items for crafting appearing on the menu.

What level was he now? 25? 26? Curiously the player brought up his menu, scrolling to his stats screen in hopeful anticipation. Seeing his level only as 26, and just barely above the mark he let out a sigh, closing the menu and hanging his head. "Jeez... Power-leveling is impossible in these dungeons, these things aren't worth anything!" How was he supposed to get ahead of the curve like this? As it stood the Clearers were a good few levels above him already, there was no way he'd be able to catch up to any of them doing this. At least, not in any reasonable amount of time.

"Oh, come on Cress, we're making good time!" a female voice chimed in, sounding from across the room. Walking over to join the redhead, the girl smiled at her companion, her smile changing to a look of confusion as he seemed to remain crestfallen. Letting out a sigh she reached out, smacking him on the back a bit to hard and near knocking him over, grinning enthusiastically as she did so. "We'll get there, we just have to keep working at it! So our method is a bit slower than the Clearers', that doesn't make it worse!"

"Actually... I have to agree with him Asari, our method isn't the greatest," another man chimed in, this one a bit older than his companions, and taller as well. Looking around the empty room he let out a sigh of his own, sheathing his blade before dusting off his hands and placing them on his hips. "At this rate we may catch up by the time they've begun clearing this floor, and we'll be behind them all over again. I'm beginning to think we need a change of pace," he added, closing his eyes and shaking his head. Hearing a sudden rush of footsteps and getting the feeling of being glared at he slowly opened his eyes, blinking as he found the lone woman of their group staring up at him.

Asari glowered up at her larger friend before finally letting out a huff, folding her arms under her sizable chest as she turned away. "Listen to you two, you're already getting down on yourselves! It's only taking a long time because you're making it!" she said, turning back and pointing up at the other man, "Yato, didn't you say it's going to take time and patience? Well, those were your words, so no complaining out of you!" Besides, even if they were behind the Clearers for now they were still higher levels than most, probably even able to join the clearing groups of the so desired. Smiling to herself Asari punched one of her hands into her fists, feeling all pumped up as she pointed down one of the corridors. "Enough rest men, let's keep moving!"

"Asari... This is the end of the dungeon," Cress replied, smiling amused as he watched his friend deflate a bit, "But hey... We can come back to it once everything has respawned. Maybe while we wait we can go and check out the fields a bit? Or go grab a bite to eat, I'm kind of starving."

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Hm... Well actually I'm fine with him being in the next village, perhaps having gone ahead or some such to look into something, story-wise anyways. I've got a ton of coursework right now and it's just more convenient for me IRL if he doesn't get in this very moment ^^"

That being said you're the boss, I can certainly post now if you'd prefer :)

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