GambolMuse

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

"I... Well, that might work. But how do we make you forget them?" Yumi asked uncertainly, "It's not as easy as just saying 'forget it'. I think we need someone's help for that." Or maybe they just needed something or someone to be with Shu while he slept. That might fix his problems with sleeping at any rate, but what of when he was awake and active? She didn't have an answer for that, other than trying to somehow make him okay with what had happened. Maybe she could talk to Vegeta about that later, but right now they were neither here nor there; their friends were all laid up in the hospital, best to visit them before doing anything else. With Kabocha tagging along their first stop was Haku's room, and only Haku could be spooked by the sudden appearance of visitors. Smiling apologetically as they entered, she kept quiet as the others already began speaking, simply here for the moment to help Shu get around.

What had Shu said? Haku couldn't make head or tails of it, the way he spoke was kind of weird. Was he saying that Takeshi had hurt him, or that he hurt Takeshi? Or had one of them been hurt the most in the battle? Trying to make sense of the rambling and be polite he just nodded slightly, furrowing his brow as he didn't fully understand. Strange that Shu was so worried about his older brother too, particularly when he himself was in a fairly bad spot. "I mean... He has to return doesn't he? He's still banged up," Haku responded, smiling slightly as he gave a little shrug. That smile quickly changed when the young Saiyan brought up hurting his brother, confirming the sinking feeling that had been bothering Haku since this conversation started. He was pretty sure Takeshi was okay, he was up and moving at any rate so how bad could it be? "W-Well... You can ask him yourself? I mean he should be back soon... Wherever he went..."

"Relatively speaking though... How dirty are you? A little on your hands? I can sympathize not enjoying being dirty, but we've barely got a dusting on us at this point." They were probably going to end up covered in all sorts of dirt and other materials by the time they were done today, so Viral ought to settle in and prepare for the long haul. The sheer bulk of work being done out in the city likely could keep them preoccupied for a week at least, but today was a trial day and he didn't want to overwork the Beastman on the first day out. In their search to find another suitable job they were met with a surprise, seeing Takeshi of all people wandering about. Vegeta promptly took exception to this, both because the other boy should be resting, and because of his tendency to just make things more difficult. Upon approaching him, Takeshi, as expected, tried to defend his idiotic venture. They were having none of it however, and within just a minute they had the Prince turned around and heading back where he belonged. Simply unbelievable, only Takeshi would wander out of the hospital after a fight, and for what? If he wasn't a Saiyan and didn't grow stronger for it each time he'd probably be dead by now, the fool.

"I think both is perfectly acceptable with him," Vegeta answered plainly, frowning as he saw Takeshi disappear around the corner, "Knowing him he was out here trying to prove something, but he's heading back now. Let's not focus on him, lest we end up with migraines." Focusing on work and getting Viral a bit tired was their priority out here, not to play keeper to some wandering Prince who was too stubborn for his own good. Promptly getting back to scanning the area for some work, there was a promising bit to be done nearby with a single story, wide building that looked to be in the middle of being repaired. Some stone blocks were being laid out for the walls and mortar used to hold them in place, that was something they could easily participate in. Gesturing to the building, Vegeta smiled and headed over that way, exchanging a few words of greeting with the men working and making the offer for them to help, which they promptly accepted without hesitation. "Great, we'll get right to work for you then," he said, looking back to Viral and nodding, "We can lay out the bricks for them, they don't seem to be too heavy but there's a lot of them. How's about we stay here for a bit, see what we can do?"

Takeshi really wasn't thrilled to be heading back to the hospital, and neither was he thrilled to be seeing Viral after this morning. He could just go somewhere else and relax, albeit that'd be hard with his wounds aching and feeling as hungry as he was. Maybe going back was the best thing then, even if he didn't feel ready to face Shu or anyone else just yet. Sighing to himself he rubbed at his bandaged shoulder, wondering if there was a chance he might get a room elsewhere, then he'd not have to risk running into them. Between feeling like crap for berating Viral and then shirking his own brother he was certain he'd offended everyone in one day, and now that he had he hadn't a clue how to make it right. He'd seen how Viral had looked at him, and while not unfounded it hurt to have the guy you wanted to fight with and learn from look down on you so harshly; he'd done the same to the Beastman with his rant, so he did deserve that he supposed. Up ahead he could see the hospital coming back into view, and no doubt the soldiers at the front were going to throw a fit over his coming back, as he'd made a pretty big scene storming out of the place. Great, another thing he had to worry about.

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

"But it's been going on for a while. We have to try something, maybe there's something we missed?" Shu had been having this issue since he'd come back to them hadn't he? It wasn't just a matter then of it simply going away, they had to figure out how to help him. If Takeshi was only here they could ask him what he'd been doing, since Shu must have been sleeping when his brother was around. Did he really need his brother that much? Ignoring Kabocha's ridiculous complaints and slightly loathing the fact he was tagging along, Yumi carried Shu off to the room where Haku was resting, giving their friend an annoyed look when he barged right in on the young Saiyan. No surprise they spooked him, anyone would jump a bit if someone just suddenly barged into a quiet room like that. Rolling her eyes exasperatedly she followed Kabocha inside, giving Haku a friendly smile as she entered. It was nice to see him showing concern for Shu so easily... Either that or he was just stating the obvious, but she wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt.

"Oh... Your feet just hurt? Well that's good, I was worried you might be more hurt," Haku responded, smiling thoughtfully as he looked down at his meal, "I heard that you changed... And you fought the King, so... I kind of figured the worst had happened..." It was a relief to see Shu hadn't been killed, or any of them for that matter. They had fought not only Krom but Yamate as well and lived, who else could say that? Shame that everyone was so banged up for it, but at least they were alive and could fight another day... Or not fight, he'd be okay with that too. Glancing up again at the question, Haku had to think for a second, his mind a little fuzzy with the pain medications they had given him. "Takeshi... OH! Yeah, I saw him earlier, he was leaving this morning," he replied, giving a small nod as he glanced back at the window, "He went right out the front, and nurses and a doctor followed him but he just took off. I don't know why though, he seemed like he was in a hurry." Maybe something had come up from the rebels and he wanted to see it, that was the only thing that crossed Haku's mind. Other than that he couldn't imagine a reason for anyone to leave, not given the state they were all in. "Not sure where he went, but he's bound to come back. Why? Were you wanting to talk to him?"

Vegeta hadn't meant to cut their time here so short, but overhearing some of what was being said he knew he couldn't let Viral stay around the kid. No use in bringing someone else's mood down, certainly not a child trying to remain positive in the face of adversity. As it happened none of the work this group was doing was exactly taxing, so they should get on just fine without a helping hand. Smiling politely and waving as the child ran off, the Saiyan folded his hands away in his pockets and started down the road again, making sure Viral was coming along. "It was a start at the very least, better than nothing. If you're feeling more like actual work then we can do something more physically demanding, goodness knows there's plenty of that to go around. And if you want to shower after a little gardening then you really have been away from work for too long," he teased, smiling slightly as he glanced over, "I'll find us something better, don't you worry." The entire purpose of this adventure of theirs was to work Viral to a point where he needed rest, and hopefully sleep would follow. If they were really fortunate, though Vegeta wouldn't hold his breath, the Beastman may even eat if he could work up a good enough appetite.

Putting in one slab of stone was an easy job, but Takeshi hadn't realized just how many these people had needed. After setting the first one down in place he noticed at least four more were needed, and naturally the citizens asked if he'd be kind enough to help with the rest. A big part of him wanted to say no, but he couldn't see them being capable of it and he hadn't anywhere else to be, so reluctantly he agreed. Carrying something so bulky and heavy with an injured arm was far from pleasant, and more than once he had to stop and set it down to relieve some pressure. After maybe 20 minutes of work however he'd managed to get every single slab over, even helping set up the frames and then leaving the setting of them to the residents. By the time he was through his shoulder throbbed painfully and he was sure his wound was pretty close to opening again, yet he'd finished with that now. Waving off their thanks he quickly tried to leave the site in hopes of no one else bothering him, looking around and noticing several other groups giving him glances, like they were expecting him to help. Letting out a sigh he rubbed his head with his good hand, wondering if maybe he ought to just head back to the hospital. Give these people an inch and they take a mile, he mused, shaking his head before looking around for a means of getting away. Much to his chagrin not only could he not find any way around the work zones, but he spotted a pair of familiar faces among the civilians; Viral and Vegeta.

"This neighborhood seems to be plenty busy, I'm certain we can find work here." It was a more commercial area judging by the buildings, and just the kind of work that ought to wear Viral out in no time. They could take their pick of jobs here as well, as Vegeta was sure not a single group around would mind having some help. Scanning the lots for something he felt would suit his brother, his eyebrows raised slightly in surprise spotting Takeshi on the other side of the road a ways down, looking like he'd just been working as well. Shouldn't he be in the hospital resting? Giving Viral a confused look he hurried across the road, clearing his throat loudly when it looked like Takeshi was ready to turn and run out of here. "You stay right there. What are you doing out here exactly?" Vegeta asked, frowning as he stopped and crossed his arms, "You're supposed to be recovering from your battle, you know that. Unless you mean to tell me they gave you a clear bill of health and those bandages are just for show?"

Takeshi smiled innocently and shrugged his one good shoulder at Vegeta's remark, scowling after the other Saiyan gave him a disapproving look. "Fine, I snuck out of there and decided to come into the city," he replied, looking away and feeling the guy's glare still boring him into him. "Or... Maybe I stormed out, but whatever, it doesn't matter. I'm not that injured and these people need help, so I'm out here helping." It was hardly the truth, but given what he was doing a second ago it wasn't like Vegeta could prove him wrong now could he? Turning back to his friend, the Prince felt his throat catch when Viral came over as well, immediately averting his eyes down to the ground as a heavy sense of shame washed over him again. Damn it, being out here was his hope to avoid this sort of thing, now he'd run into them again. If Viral was out and about in the city there was no way he could face the guy, not after his idiotic outburst earlier. "I'm actually on my way back to the hospital... I'll let everyone know you said hi, uh... Bye." Promptly turning around he started back for the hospital, his face burning in embarrassment. He couldn't even look at Viral now, he'd really screwed up.

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

There was absolutely no way they were going to beat this man, that was just fact. Ethan wanted the others to runaway because of that, he'd manage to find a way out of here, yet none of them looked willing to do it. It was a little frustrating, there was no way he could live with himself if anything happened to his friends. He had even tried to tackle the man and give the others a chance to flee, yet he'd been made to move when a deluge of water came crashing down, nearly knocking him off his feet from the sheer weight of the water. So much magic had been cast by this man and somehow he was doing even more, bringing up four spouts of water this time. He could hardly pull off one wind tunnel, or three short bursts of air attacks, and here this man was throwing gallons upon gallons of water about like it was nothing. Smiling tiredly he shook some water from his sword, getting ready to fend off any more attacks that might come their way. He might be able to squeeze out just one more attack but that'd be it, so he'd have to find a way to make this man unable to attack any longer, maybe he could knock him out?

To Ethan's astonishment Amuné and Wyth bolted past him just then, heading directly for the man who'd been attacking them. Fearing they were going to strike he tried to give chase, nowhere near as fast as a moorcat however, certainly not as tired as he was. It was terrifying really to see the young girl and her pet be attacked, yet thankfully they evaded the worst of the damage, dodging both the water spout and the shards thrown their way. In one great leap they managed to get over their enemy, and were well on their way down to the other side of the bridge. Fearing the man might give pursuit he went to charge in once more for an attack, instead gasping when Cecil grabbed him by the shirt. "Wait, what are- AIIIIIIIIE!" He'd not expected to get grabbed, and he DEFINITELY didn't expect to get launched up into the air. Flailing helplessly as he was tossed he tried to muster up enough magic to catch himself, unable to do so even as he continued to soar up in the air.

Just what were these kids playing at? First the girl ran past him, now Ethan was being thrown into the air by that machine. If his conscience wasn't making this so hard, having to kill children, he'd have been done with this job already. The girl would have to be caught a little later, for now Ethan and the Machina were his targets. Frowning as he looked up at the boy in the air he prepared to direct a spout at Cecil, eyes widening however upon seeing his hands begin to glow. It could use magic?! Bringing a spout down to use as a potential shield, the man couldn't possibly have been prepared for the sudden electrical shock that enveloped the still drenched bridge. Clenching his teeth as electricity ran through his body he tried to remain firm, falling to his knees and hands as his body convulsed from the shocking. Trying to sum up the strength to attack back he found his muscles unable to comply, the spouts of water crashing back down as he lost control of his magic. Watching then as Ethan was caught he could do nothing even as they took off, his entire body numb from the blast of electricity. "D-D-Damn you!" he shouted, fighting to get back to his feet and nearly falling for it.

Ethan had no idea what Cecil had done really, having been a bit too busy flailing and trying not to become a pancake to notice. Whatever had happened though seemed to do the trick, and even as they left the bridge and started back on the road the man was still down on the ground. He hadn't been killed though, as the shout was evidence enough, for which he was grateful to Cecil. "Wow... We actually got away..." he mumbled, smiling before laughing to himself, "Man I feel stupid for trying to do that alone, sorry..." If he had known Cecil had a means to end the fight so quickly then he'd have let his friend do so, instead of trying to play martyr. Leaning against the Machina as he was carried, Ethan closed his eyes and gave Cecil a pat on the back out of appreciation, letting out a long sigh as he did so. "You did good... And thank you for not killing him. I guess we should be more careful from now on." Or rather he should be more careful, seeing as this was all his doing. Opening his eyes back up he looked ahead, relieved to see both Amuné and Wyth ahead of them, largely unharmed even after that spectacular fight on the man's part. "Thank goodness... Everyone is okay."

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

"Why are you attacking me?! Stop this!" They had never even seen this man before, what was it he was after? Ethan hadn't ever hurt anything save for the animals he hunted, and Saints knows he wasn't being attacked for that. So what gives? And what was this about orders? If he had a moment's rest he might have a second to ask what was going on, but as it stood he hardly had enough time to dodge attacks, let alone think or talk. After managing to evade three blasts of water he found himself now on the receiving end of ice shards, narrowly avoiding getting skewered by the first few simply by running away. The last couple however were on target, and Ethan fully expected to be struck down by them. However, the sound of metal being scraped against and the sudden appearance of Cecil were his saving grace, and now he finally had a chance to catch his breath. In the midst of all the fray too it seemed like Wyth had somehow gotten into the middle of things, and Ethan's heart sank now knowing that both the moorcat and Amuné as well as Cecil were all in danger. He wanted to tell them all to just run, but if he hadn't had the Machina to help he'd have several holes in him right about now.

What was all this then? A rogue Machina, a small moorcat and a little girl as well? This wasn't part of his job, he was supposed to kill Ethan and Ethan alone. "What is this? None of you are my target," the man spoke, slightly annoyed that someone was interfering. "By getting in my way you're associating with this man, you do understand that right? You'll be punished if you continue this way." The moorcat snarled at him viciously at that, and the Machina was even foolish enough to threaten him. Letting out a soft sigh he reached into his jacket, pulling out a single cigar and lighter, igniting the tip before placing it between his teeth. "Fine... I'm sorry I have to do this, but orders are orders..." That he should have to kill a small girl and an animal today, this had turned into a rather sour job. Taking a puff of his cigar he blew out a ring of smoke, and as if on cue another two water spouts rose up from either side of the bridge again. "Sorry, you'll have to die now."

Ethan couldn't believe it, this man was going to attack them? Really? If he was the target then he should be the only one in danger here, not the others. Looking back at Amuné, then at Cecil and Wyth he gritted his teeth, wondering what his chances were of leading the man away from them. He was fast, but this man seemed powerful, could he get away? "I want you three to run, hear me...? When I start, run across the bridge and keep going..." He wouldn't know unless he tried, but he had to at least give it a shot for their sake. Eyes shifting between the two spouts he waited until the first came down at them, promptly imbuing his sword with magic again and making a thrusting motion, sending a spiral of wind at it and managing to tear the spout apart, panting a little from exertion after that. With only one spout left he then channeled magic again, his feet illuminating slightly before he dashed ahead, darting past the man and taking a swipe at him with his sword which missed by a fair bit. It worked though, as when he glanced back over his shoulder he saw the spout coming for him, dodging to the right to avoid it. However it didn't look like the man was taking the bait, instead turning on the others. "Don't hurt them!" he shouted, running back at the Magi.

"I'll make it quick, at least then you won't have to suffer," the man mumbled, frowning as he raised an arm in Amuné's direction. Might as well kill the child first, she wouldn't want to witness what was bound to happen. Behind him he could hear Ethan's footsteps drawing ever nearer, and he knew the boy was no doubt going to try attacking again to stop him. Raising a pillar of water he turned abruptly and threw his arm to the side, catching Ethan off guard and knocking him into the side of the bridge, clanging against the supports before falling to the ground in a wet heap. Seeing him trying to still get up after that the man frowned, bringing the water up around Ethan and attempting to form a bubble, having the intent of drowning the boy inside of it. Thanks to Wyth being nearby and attacking however he was spared that fate, the man having to back off to avoid being bitten.

"Wyth... Stop, I said run...!" Ethan said, coughing as he spit up a decent bit of water. This man was too strong for them, he was casting spells left and right and hardly seemed to be fazed whatsoever by it. Just what had they done to get someone like this sent after them? Eyes widening seeing the man trying to attack Wyth, Ethan used what little magic he had left to dash forward, tackling the larger man to the ground and using the flat of his sword to try pinning him, looking at the rest of the group worriedly, "Run!" Crap, this man was strong too, he could barely hold him back as he pushed against the sword. Wrestling to keep his grip on it, Ethan's eyes widened when he saw water rise up again, having to yank his sword free and roll away as water came crashing down on top of the man, covering a decent portion of the bridge in liquid as it pooled up and slowly began to run off. This was insane... How were Magi this powerful?

Now that was annoying, he'd had to put out his last cigar because of Ethan. It was saturated now and probably wouldn't light again, meaning he had nothing left until he got back. On top of that his clothes were soaked, it would take easily an hour or so for them to dry out in the sun. Standing back up after being deluged, the old man wiped at his face, annoyed that these children were being so bothersome. "It'll be easier if you just lie down and accept your fate, you're not leaving here alive," he said plainly, raising two water spouts this time on each side of the bridge, "You're too risky to be allowed to live, it's nothing personal."

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

"What bad things...? You were asleep earlier, I didn't notice any bad things," Yumi responded, furrowing her brow, "Unless you mean the nightmares? Maybe we can find something to help with that..." Shu was in a lot of ways still a little kid, so what about a stuffed animal? She doubted they'd find one here, but that might help him. If not that then maybe a night light, or some kind of soothing music when he went to sleep. That was assuming it was nightmares and not something else entirely. She was about to ask what it might be until Kabocha's outbursts took her attention away, and surprise surprise it was over something as trivial as food. Annoyed by his pettiness she gave him a smack upside the head, rolling her eyes when he got all defensive. There were way more important things in life than whether food was of a certain quality or not, he needed to realize that and get the hell over it. "So Haku, then Kai and Choi?" Yumi asked, smiling again as she looked back at Shu, "Okay then. Oh... I'm sure they're fine about that now Shu..."

"I don't know, they haven't said anything about it really," Kabocha remarked, frowning as he continued rubbing at where he'd been smacked. What was with this kid anyways? He was usually so energetic and happy it was annoying, now he was competing with the Beastman for most sulky member of their group. Whatever had the Prince all bummed out was making him feel uncomfortable now too, like his sadness was contagious or something. Sighing to himself he lowered his hand, glancing down the hall behind them. "I think those two were just down the hall from me... A room or two. I'm coming too though, no way am I going back and eating that..." Feeling a glare coming his way he looked back at the others and cringed at seeing Yumi being angry again, smiling nervously as he stepped back, "Uh... I meant to say I'm not hungry right now, so no reason to go back! Come on, let's go see Haku, then the twins!" Chuckling uneasily he went back to where his room had been, going down one from it and across the hall to another occupied one, waiting for the others before opening it up, "Yo, Haku! Coming in!"

Haku was actually enjoying his meal, even if it was a touch bland for his tastes. Some salt would help it tremendously, though some voice in the back of his head, one of the twins' funnily enough, was screaming that salt wouldn't help. He really should get back to learning how to cook shouldn't he? Maybe after everyone had gotten better he could, he'd really like to. Smiling thoughtfully he glanced out the window at the city below, watching everyone going about their daily routine of rebuilding. There was something oddly nice about this planet, even despite the fact this city was kind of in shambles right now. Eating up another scoop of mashed greens he jumped slightly when someone abruptly came into the room, nearly dropping the plate in the process. "WHA! What?!" he shouted, turning his chair and flushing in embarrassment seeing Kabocha, Yumi and Shu. Letting out a relieved sigh he eased back into his chair, smiling sheepishly as he settled his tray in his lap again. "H-Hey guys, what's up?" he asked, looking over and tilting his head slightly seeing Shu getting a piggyback, "You feeling okay Shu? You uh... You look tired."

"A den? Do you mean a house...?" the boy asked, confused by how Viral spoke, "It would be nice, sure, but we'll get one! For now we just need to keep busy and stay happy! And I am happy, because I get to see everyone I know!" Sure, having a real bed over a cot would be nice, as would getting his own room, but those would come in time right? He still got to play with the other children, there was food for them and they did have shelter, even if it was in some put-together building, so things weren't all that bad. Finishing up the last of the flowers, the boy dusted his hands off of his pants cheerfully, glancing over at Viral when he spoke up again. "W-Well... I think people will think it looks nice. Grandma says that it can help make people happy," the boy responded, not sounding totally sure now that another adult was correcting him, "Uh... Well if they are gone we can just plant more, right mister?" The plants were making people happy, he knew they were, he'd seen the smiles of others coming by. But what would happen if a storm ruined them?

"Viral, we're done here. Wasn't much work as it turns out," Vegeta called, approaching the pair with a slight smile. His sleeves were rolled up and his knees and hands were quite dirty, as well as the rest of his shirt for that matter. "Sorry, but my friend and I need to go help others now. Keep doing what you're doing, it's making a difference," he added, kneeling down and placing a hand on the boy's head before giving him a small pat on the back to get him back to his family. The boy seemed slightly off when he left, yet as soon as he got back over to the rest of the Uuonians he was all smiles again, even giving them a wave as everyone gave their thanks. Chuckling faintly, Vegeta clapped his hands together to get some dirt off, wiping his face then with the back of his hand. "Alright... That ought to do for here, seems like they were just doing this small bit. How's about we find something that feels a bit more like work, hm?" Maybe they could tackle construction, if Viral was up for it. He may not be moving massive timbers or chunks of concrete, but at the very least he could play some role, something that would hopefully perk him up a bit.

Vegeta and Viral weren't the only ones out about and helping rebuild the city; Takeshi had found himself working as well, albeit reluctantly. Having seen a pair of aliens struggling to carry a large sheet of rock he'd felt compelled to help, if only because watching them was embarrassing. Ignoring the pain in his shoulder as he lifted the slab for them he carried it down the street to the building in question, easing it into the frame of wood being used to support it. While they were pouring concrete around the base to help hold it in place he took a glance around, surprised by the sheer number of residents out here working on various projects. How often did they have to do this anyways? He didn't know what kind of history Uuonoe had, but given its siding with the rebels he imagined they might get attacked pretty often. Were they used to this then? The thought of them being regularly attacked annoyed him, enough so that he nearly wanted to punch the stone he'd so carefully transported out of anger. Reeling back that agitation however he let out a sigh, managing a slight smile and nodding as a few workers thanked him for his help, walking off again to try and find yet something else to keep him busy. He couldn't go back to the hospital just now, so might as well make use of his time.

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

"Will do! Just you watch, I'll catch a huge one!" Ethan was determined to catch some fish, even if they didn't have the proper equipment for it. He'd seen some of the villagers catch some barehanded before, and while he'd only managed to do so himself once, and the fish got away, he had a general idea of how it worked. No doubt the currents of the river would make things a little difficult, but then nothing worth having was easy to get now was it? Wading through the water didn't prove terribly challenging, and in no time he was standing around waiting for some signs of fish. Before long the white-haired boy caught signs of life, but it was life he wanted nothing to do with; a highly poisonous ringed cobra swam out from its hiding spot in a fallen log, causing the Magi to practically run across water as he bolted for the shoreline. Panting as he finally came to a skidding halt on the sand he placed his hands on his knees, glancing up when he heard Amuné shouting for him.

"I'm fine, I'm fine! Just got spooked is all!" Ethan called back, laughing as he shook off his legs to get some water off. That was a bit of a close call, those things were known to be highly poisonous; one of the villagers had been bitten by one and ended up bed ridden for nearly two weeks, albeit they'd survived thanks to a quick administration of an antidote. They hadn't any of that on them though, best to avoid the slithering cesspool of pain at all costs. "I'm thinking we'll just gather some edible plants, maybe catch a squirrel or rabbit or something. At least those won't try eating me!" he joked, grinning as he reached down and playfully tapped Amuné's nose before he hurried back up the bank and onto the grass. Chances were there wouldn't be anything for them to eat near the road, as anything that had been here was already picked or probably kept clear of the path to avoid becoming lunch. Anything they would have then, he reasoned, was hiding in the trees.

Finding something to snack on ought not to be terribly challenging, not when you had a decent head about you when it came to hunting. In most cases Ethan would set a trap and wait for something to catch it, yet when he had a young girl and moorcat to feed as well he couldn't well just sit back and waste time waiting it out. Instead, he grabbed himself a fairly sturdy twig and, using a rock, sharpened the edges into a point. Carrying that along with him he then began seeking out some kind of furry animal to nab, figuring something small enough to cook quickly but large enough to at least give them some energy. While sneaking through the brush he managed to come across a moderately sized water mouse, essentially a muskrat except far more like a typical mouse than anything. Smiling triumphantly he held out his hand flat and laid the stick out, aiming it at the rat that was busy picking away at some fallen nuts. Eyes glowing a slight gold, he breathed out a wisp of air that enveloped the sharpened stick before he let it fly, firing it off like an arrow and nailing the rat square in the head. "Sorry little guy, but we've gotta eat," Ethan said, heading over and scooping up his latest kill, taking it back to the group.

"Here we are! This ought to keep us going, at least until the next town," Ethan announced, beaming as he held up his acquisition, "I can skin and gut it if you want to get some sticks for firewood. Cecil, think you can help her with that?" That was one nice thing about traveling in a group, he no longer had to hunt, prepare the fire and clean the kill all by himself, albeit he would still if need be. Placing down the rodent by his feet he started back for his bag to get out his sword for cleaning purposes, having nothing smaller than that to use. As he was standing back up from getting it out he noticed someone coming across the bridge from the far side, narrowing his eyes and putting a hand over them to try and get a better view of who it was. From here it was hard to say, but he could tell they were pretty big and wearing a coat, so maybe a traveling fighter or something? He knew people like that existed, sellswords or some such that made a living fighting. Not the most friendliest sounding of folk, but then you could never know until you met them. Might as well give it a shot, he supposed, and at the very least make sure this individual was safe for Amuné to be around.

Tucking the folded sword up on his side, Ethan grabbed his shirt and slipped it back on, as well as his coat which he left open. "You guys wait here a sec, okay? I'm just gonna go say hi," he shouted, smiling at the others and holding up a finger before heading onto the bridge. By now he could see it was an older man, and a fairly imposing one at that. Still though, it wasn't right to judge by looks alone, so he stood at the end of the bridge with a smile and waited, lifting a hand in greeting when the stranger drew close enough. "Hey there! Nice to meet you!" he said politely, giving a slight wave, "Kind of surprising to see someone else out here, been a while since we crossed anyone else. Want to join us for a meal?" One easy way of befriending folks, Ethan had found, was offering them a nice hot meal and friendly conversation. He'd befriended a fair number of travelers on his way out here, and if it worked once then it'd work again, right?

The old man didn't seem to respond to him, looking at the young boy as though he were scrutinizing him. Feeling a bead of sweat trickle down his face, Ethan chuckled slightly and rubbed at his neck, glancing over at the others before gesturing to them. "If you're wondering if we have enough food then I can always get more, it's not a problem. There's tons of things to eat here, you only need to know where to look. You can take a seat and just relax while we get things ready." Again there was nothing, no kind of reply or anything from the man, just that stare. Shifting his weight about nervously he wondered if maybe the man might be deaf, or if he'd really struck up conversation with one of those nasty mercenary types. After a silent moment he cleared his throat, itching at his nose and opening his mouth to speak, getting cut off this time.

"What's your name kid?" the man asked, frowning as he looked the young Magi over.

"Uh... My name?" Ethan asked, blinking as he pointed to himself, "Oh, sorry, completely forgot! My name is Ethan Campbell, nice to meet you sir!" That was rude of him, he really ought to have given his name before he said anything else. Extending a hand in greeting he smiled cheerfully, hoping now they could finally settle down and get this meal going.

Hm, so this was him then? Rather unimpressive for a Magi, especially one that managed to knock out four armed men. Shame, the boy might have been able to live if he hadn't done something as stupid as use magic in the middle of a town. Looking at the boy's hand he sniffed a bit, tucking his own away in the pockets of his coat as he lifted his head up slightly in defiance. "Sorry Ethan, but orders are orders." Ignoring the puzzled look on the boy's face, the man's eyes glowed with a dulled bronze hue, and as they did so two spouts of water burst up from either side of the bridge, twisting and turning as they seemed to direct themselves directly at Ethan, shooting forward like a geyser.

Crap! This guy was a Magi too? Startled by the sudden attack Ethan quickly flipped back away from the spout, jumping back again as he avoided the second one, staring at the man in shock as water rained down around them. "Hey, what's that for? I haven't done anything wrong by you!" he shouted, "You must have the wrong person, I've done nothing wrong!" What was that noise? It sounded like a waterfall crashing, but there was no waterfall here. Turning his head his eyes widened seeing another large spout shooting up at him, this one coming horizontally across the surface of the bridge. Not thinking he could dodge it in time he pulled his sword free, the blade flipping open and promptly glowing, a slightly green hue dancing around the blade. With a concentrated effort he swung forward hard, sending a slash of air along that sliced the spout in two, sending buckets upon buckets of water spilling every which way, some barely catching him and making him stumble. Spitting out a bit he looked back at the man again, gasping as he ducked under a large arm, rolling to the side to avoid getting grabbed by him as well. "I said cut it out, I don't want to fight you!"

"That's not for you to decide, or either of us for that matter," the man remarked, frowning as he held out a hand to Ethan and formed several shards of ice from the water, shooting one at a time at him. The boy was fast, even without his magic it seemed, as each of his strikes narrowly missed and found themselves embedded in the ground. "As I said, orders are orders, and you're to be eliminated."

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

"You were resting earlier and nothing bad happened though... And you're nice and safe here in the hospital, you'll be fine if you decide to sleep." The poor little boy probably needed it too, as she understood he'd not been resting terribly well as of late. Even with Takeshi around it seemed like sleep was ill afforded to Shu, so he really should try to get it where he could. Was it all because of his nerves? All the more reason then to show him their friends, just to reassure him that everyone was okay. Starting out with T'charrl however, as it turned out, might not have been the best idea; thankfully though Shu took it simply as T'charrl being tired, which he likely was as well. "Well he did change too, so he's probably feeling sleepy after that. And he hadn't been sleeping much either had he?" she asked, smiling as she eased the door closed once more, "I'm sure he'll wake up soon and be happy to see you, but he should rest for now. Since he's asleep, how's about we go see..." Hm, who was closest? Hard to say, and while she tried to even pick out who's who by scent she couldn't get much, this place being far too clean and sanitary to carry any odors. Well whatever, they'd just go room to room and see people in whatever order they arrived. Smiling while starting back down the hall again, Yumi slowed slightly when a door was thrown open, stopping completely to see Kabocha storm out of it.

"I'm not eating that slop! I deserve better than that!" Kabocha shouted indignantly, frowning at the nurse that followed him out, "If you're going to feed me then give me something decent at least! I'm not incapable of chewing, I didn't break my jaw." Honestly, he knew this wasn't a damned five-star restaurant, but was he honestly supposed to eat... That? Some mashed up concoction that was purportedly good for him? The combination of being angry over losing to the King and just overall being sore and tired made him quite agitated, and he was only too willing to take it out on the staff. "And another thing, quit looming over me! I've a broken arm and some bruised ribs, I'm not about to die! Honestly!" Rolling his eyes he turned away and stormed down the hallway, right into Yumi and Shu almost as he came to an abrupt halt. Focusing his eyes to see who it was he blinked in surprise, not expecting them to be out and about. "Oh, you two. Can you believe this place? The food they offer is ghastly..." he remarked, shaking his head as he placed his hand on his hip, "How am I supposed to recover when I can't even get- OW!"

Yumi didn't much care that Kabocha was injured, he was being a spoiled little turd and should be swatted for it. "They're trying to help us! Be grateful for that!" she snapped, putting her hand back under Shu as she scolded Kabocha, "It's not meant to be high end dining, it's food to make you heal you nitwit!" Who was mean to the hospital staff? Really? Well Kabocha and Takeshi it seemed, but then those two were self-proclaimed idiots most of the time. Letting out a soft sigh she gave a shake of her head, looking at Kabocha unfazed as he nursed his already sore head. "Since you're up you're coming to see the others with us. Now I feel like I've got to baby sit you. Honestly, you boys are such a handful..." she mumbled, glancing back at Shu and smiling, "Except you, you're fine. I wish your brother and friends were better behaved like you. And before you say anything, yes, you're well behaved." Earlier had nothing to do with that, it was out of their hands and Shu couldn't keep blaming himself for it. Now then, who else was around here? Far as she remembered they had this hall to themselves, meaning the rooms with the red markers up were the ones occupied. "Let's see... Who's next?"

Planting flowers might not be the most exciting thing in the world, but the young boy was more than happy to do it. Everyone should do their part, he'd been told, and for him this was the most he could offer. Besides, all of the plants looked really nice, and once they grew they'd be even nicer! "Maybe not, but some will! And that's good enough for me!" he responded cheerfully, smiling away as he placed flowers in their respective holes. Glancing back at Viral to see him looking confused he tugged on the Beastman's pant leg, pointing to two larger holes about a meter apart, further in from the road than the flowers were. "Well... We don't have homes, but everyone's alive still, and that's more important isn't it mister?" the boy asked, smiling as he placed his final flower. Standing back upright he dusted his hands off on his pants, looking up to Viral cheerfully. "Mommy and daddy are okay, and so is sister, and grandma, everyone's alive. Mommy says that's more important because we can replace a house." He didn't completely understand that bit, but he knew at least how special family was. "And plants make me happy because they're pretty! Don't you think they look nice?"

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

"Shu, it's okay, really. No one here is blaming you for what had happened, you're not bad because of it," Yumi repeated, smiling sadly as she looked back at him, "Just you showing up and checking in on your friends is enough, if you're worried about making things better. The people here know how to take care of someone who's hurt, so everyone's just going to be fine. All that means is people have to rest for a bit, and that includes you." Her too probably, but she was finding that her body wasn't near as beaten up as she'd expect. That aside, shy of some lightheadedness and soreness she couldn't even tell she'd just been tossed about like a ragdoll, not to mention her arms were totally fine from taking a blow from the King of Saiyans. Coming up upon T'charrl's room now the pair stopped just outside, making sure there were no doctors at work before knocking and heading in. Their friend was still laid out in bed and fast asleep, bandaged up fair heavily albeit not in a full-body cast. "It looks worse than it is, I'm sure," Yumi said softly, not wanting to wake T'charrl, "Do you want to see if he's awake? Or should we just let him rest?"

"Hey, just trying to keep your options open. Figured I'd give you the chance," Vegeta responded, casually shrugging before leaving the atrium. Ah well, he was sure there was ample choice as far as work was concerned out here anyways, especially given the sheer degree of buildings and structures that still needed repair. Figuring to take the easiest and closest task on hand he opted to bring Viral to a group handling the replanting of trees and flowers; if Viral didn't want to do something so mundane then he'd quickly say so and they could move on, but he'd try for now. His brother could do something else if he really wanted to, but in hopes to set an example Vegeta went ahead and grabbed some saplings, helping an older Uuonian with her work as he followed her to a small plot. This kind of work was something he didn't normally do, yet compared to sitting at a desk and filing papers it was like a visit to a theme park for him. Following the directions given to him closely he dug two identical holes along the side of the walkway, placing a sapling in each and beginning to cover them up meticulously, careful to keep it even.

The young Uuonian was excited to have someone helping him, especially one of the warriors who had been helping the rebels. It might not be the most exciting work like his grandmother had said, yet the fact they were helping out anyways was really cool to him. "We need to make everything pretty again, that's the point! The city needs to look nice," the boy replied, smiling happily as he hurried along the sidewalk, stopping at a small stretch along the road. Kneeling down he started to take the flowers from their pots as he'd been shown, easing each one down into holes already dug. Hearing Viral speak again he glanced up, tilting his head a bit curiously at how the man was talking. "I guess they might, yeah..." he mumbled, looking at the flower in his hands before smiling again, "But then we just plant another! Grandma says that if we do this then everyone feels better! That it's important not to feel sad after bad things, because then you can't go on. So I'm going to plant all the flowers we have and make the city pretty again, then everyone will be happy!"

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

Yumi sure did wish she could give Shu all the answers, yet what was bothering him was way beyond her. At best she could try offering some emotional support, the actual treatment was going to fall to those with far more expertise than she had. Until someone else more properly equipped came along to sort out her young friend's problems she'd keep him company, especially in the absence of Takeshi. "Hey... Maybe I can't fix it, but I can still listen," she answered, smiling kindly at Shu, "Sometimes just talking and getting it out helps take some of the pain away, so if you ever have something to say don't hesitate, okay? I'm sure someone's bound to find out what it is that's bothering you, and knowing Vegeta and his dad it'll be soon. Don't give up hope just yet, there's plenty of time." The best she could do for Shu right this instant was get him out and let him relax, or maybe soothe his worries by visiting their friends. Giving him the chance to decide where to head first she smiled when T'charrl immediately came up, giving a small nod of her head as she made for the door. "Of course, we'll go see T'charrl. And I haven't had a chance to stop by yet, but there wasn't a bit panic or anything near his room, so guessing he's not seriously hurt. I bet he'll be happy to see you." Maybe once Shu had a chance to see everyone was alive and well then he'd stop thinking he was so bad, maybe even crack a smile like he was more inclined to. Yumi hoped so anyways, there was nothing like being down on yourself to make recovery even harder.

Vegeta smirked slightly and gave a dismissive wave of his hand, signaling he didn't much mind how he looked. "Public appearances are often false anyways, I couldn't give a damn how they think of me to be utterly honest," he replied, shrugging as he looked up through the glass ceiling, "Well... Most of the time. I guess right now we should try keeping our friendly face and all, so we'll shoot for that." Things would be fine though, Viral showed no signs of potentially going on a rampage, even resisting the urge to attack Takeshi quite well earlier. That in of itself was indicative that the Beastman was in control of his own actions, and so long as nothing unduly provoked him it would remain that way. On their way out of the building he posed the question of what they might do, whether Viral had something in mind or just wanted to look around. "Hm... I give you the choice and you want me to make it? I see..." Vegeta mumbled, letting out a sigh as he rubbed at his head, "Okay then, well you're not wrong in knowing what you'll be capable of. Theoretically anyways. You can likely handle some heavy work, but if we rush into that then you'll tire and we won't get much done. So... I think the best course is to ease our way into things, starting with..."

Hm, what was a simple task? Just across the way there were those people replanting some trees, and it seemed up and down the street there were others doing similar things. Okay, so gardening wasn't exactly a task that typically befit a warrior, but baby steps. Waving Viral along, Vegeta led him a bit further down the road where a palette of plants and saplings had just been unloaded. A handful of Uuonians and other peoples were preparing to work with them, several of whom looked to be up there in age. Seemed like an ideal spot for them to step in, helping out the elderly and all that good stuff. "Excuse me? Do you need a hand with this?" Vegeta asked, putting on a polite smile as he gestured to the plants.

A clearly older Uuonian, going by their wrinkled purple skin and poor posture, looked up at Vegeta and Viral through thick spectacles before smiling. "Ah, you're two of those boys with the rebels, aren't you! I recognize you two!" the alien remarked, in a decidedly female voice, "We couldn't possibly ask the two of you to do something as simple as this. I'm afraid it would be a waste of your time..."

"No no, not at all. In fact we're happy to help," Vegeta replied, putting up his hands with a smile still on his face, "Please, allow us. We'll do the work, just show us where to set these, okay?" Glancing back at Viral he then went to the palette, grabbing a sapling in each hand and following after one of the workers to a small grassy plot just along the road. In the meantime a younger Uuonian came over to Viral with several small flowers in pots, smiling up at him excitably.

"Mister, can you help me? I need to get these and some trees planted for grammy!" the young boy said, pointing further down the road at a vacant lot, turned brown and littered with debris from the fighting, "We're gonna make this street real pretty again! We'll make them all look nice!"

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

"I... I don't know how long, but I know they're working on it. I don't know why it happens to you either, I'm sorry. But I'm more than happy to talk to you if you want to talk," Yumi responded, smiling as she looked at Shu, "You know you can always talk to me, about anything. That's what friends are for, right?" Poor little Shu, all distraught and upset over earlier, it was really sad to see a normally excited and bubbly boy be crestfallen. There might not be much that they could do just in his hospital room alone, but she might have some idea as how to fix that. If he was so worried about the others, she reasoned, then why not go pay them all a visit? It would have to be okay with the hospital staff, and it looked like the nurse in attendance had given them the okay to move. "Well don't you worry, I can help you get around, that much I can fix!" Yumi said proudly, smiling as she moved so she was before Shu. Reaching around she managed to find his legs and got her arms under them, trying to ease him onto her back despite being sore herself. Once he was securely on she gave his leg a little pat, smiling back at him happily. "There we go! Who do we want to go see first? We're all in the same ward, so it's not that far to the others."

There was risk with bringing Viral out into the city, Vegeta knew this full well, but so what of it? If they kept Viral locked up like this then his mood would only continue to deteriorate, and the potential benefits that this adventure of theirs could bring far outweighed the risks. He would be around to stop his brother should anything unexpected happen, and their father was not all that far away either. "I have to be optimistic here, and I want to be. It's not usually my cup of tea to be so... Incorrigibly positive, but I was told that positivity can go a long way with someone in your position," Vegeta admitted, smiling slightly as he shrugged, "So I'll do it. And I fully understand what will happen if anything goes awry, and I am prepared to take the punishment for whatever may or may not go wrong out there. But let's not reflect on potential hazards, hm? Let's just get out there, get to work and blow off some stress." Clasping Viral on the shoulder again he slid off the bed, waiting for his brother to accompany him. There was loads to be done around the city, that much was clear just by walking around each morning, so they would find no shortage of work to do.

And there was definitely no shortage of tasks to be taken care of. They had only just left the atrium when a small vehicle carrying several lengths of timber passed by, probably going off to work on one of the dozens of buildings still in disrepair after the attacks. Even just outside there was work being done, with roads being repaired, fixtures such as lighting being put back in and some buildings just being finished up. "I've dragged you out this far, how's about you tell me what it is you're up to doing?" Vegeta asked, folding his hands at his back as he glanced over at Viral, "You know far better than I do what you'll be able to handle comfortably, so it's best you make the decision." Could be something as simple as helping plant new trees or flowers, or carrying heavy equipment and materials to rebuild structures, whatever Viral wanted was fine.