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Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

"And we're working on that, even now. And the only inevitability here is that today will end at some point, everything else is up in the air still," Aito responded, smiling as Viral finally took a seat, "Nothing is set in stone, so please, do try to relax. We've absolutely nothing scheduled for today, your job for today is simply to take time off." Well that wasn't entirely true, they might have an appointment later in the evening, but that aside he wasn't particularly pushing for anything. There was also the matter of meeting the rebel leader at some point, perhaps try knocking some sense into the man. He'd not hold his breath, but the doctor was hopeful that he could avert further fighting if he could convince the rebels that this war was moot. It was likely equivalent to knocking one's head on a brick wall hoping to break it down, but he had to try. Swirling the dark liquid around in his tea glass, Aito stared down into it silently for a moment before smiling, his eyes shifting back up to Viral. "You did well yesterday, by the way. I don't know if anyone thanked you, but those who you and Vegeta helped could not stop singing your praises. They were very grateful for your help and for making those jobs go by so much faster."

"Don't wanna play? Huh... Alright," Takeshi mumbled, giving it a small shrug. Weird that the lady didn't want to join in, it had to be awfully boring just standing there watching. Snatching the ball out of the air when Shu gave it a toss he bounced it again in his hands, smirking as his little brother seemed to be pepping up some. "Yeah, it's happy time squirt, but you'd better be ready to play and play hard." And there was his natural competitiveness bleeding in again, trying to somehow give a simple game of catch a challenge. Tossing the ball back to Shu he stepped back a few meters, waving on his brother to keep it going. Neither of them were probably hugely accurate at distances, but he wanted to see just who could toss it farther. When it was thrown this time around he had to lean over slightly to snag it, but for the most part it was on point. "See if you can catch this, Shu!" Takeshi shouted, grinning as he leaned back and tossed the ball up high, sending it in an arch over to his brother.

"You're an unknown, that's all there is to it. If you didn't have a record with the Galactic Police then I'd be more lenient, but as it stands you're a criminal that I know next to nothing about. You've no reason to be angry or upset with me over this, it's your own behavior that's brought this upon you." He was done dealing with Kiton, there was still the recently defected Saiyan to speak with, and Korian had been itching to do so all day. The fact that Krom was here, and had allegedly come over to their side willingly, something about that just didn't sit right. What exactly was he playing at? There would be someone coming in to handle the Frost Demon, and with that knowledge the rebel leader left with Sayomi in tow, heading to the room where Krom was being held. No efforts were made to hide the fact that there was real, plain disdain for the Saiyan upon entering, and the talk he was giving wasn't helping his stance any. "Of course I know why, and I still think it's complete and utter nonsense," Korian responded, moving to the other side of the table and yanking out the chair, sitting down and leaning across the top, arms folded, "You defected to give us information, that was the gist of what I was told. But why would Krom, the King's right-hand man, defect? And why would he do so during a battle where they were winning? Obviously I'm missing information here because frankly what I was told makes absolutely no sense. I don't suppose you're willing to enlighten me?"

It would be a moment until Kiton's escort arrived, and he may be pleasantly surprised by the assignment. After a brief exchange with the guards stationed outside the door opened up, and Sasha entered the room with no one else in tow. Knowing the bad blood between her brother and Kiton she had refused to let Ricken take the job, something which he'd agreed to readily enough without much pressure on her part. Not that she had jumped at the opportunity herself, but in good conscience she couldn't let someone so grossly biased and confrontational handle an escort job. "Looks like they're really trying to keep you under lock and key, huh?" Sasha observed, smiling slightly as she stood at the Frost Demon's side, placing a hand on her hip as she spoke, "You're lucky though, you've been given access to the compound and can even go out in the training grounds and yard, just not off the property. There are a lot of people who're brought here who spend most all their time locked in a room." Korian was being more safe than cruel here, as they still really didn't know Kiton's whole story. Even she and Ricken, who had been there upon meeting him, couldn't vouch for his innocence without any doubts. He'd be fed three times a day, his wounds had been treated and he'd have a decent room to stay in, all in all it wasn't that bad a thing. "Where do you want to go? I'm also here to answer any questions, if you have them. Which... I'd bet you've probably got a few by now."

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"Yes, well unfortunately there's not much in the way of beaches here," Aito reflected with a small smile, pouring himself a cup of tea, "We could have gone to the lake, but from my understanding it's a busy recreation spot this time of year, and we'd hardly have any privacy. Seems like the forest is a better option then." The forest couldn't be beaten in regards to privacy, and given Viral's chance of restlessness in a crowd it was best they not risk being surrounded by loud, easy-going Uuonians. "So you're feeling physical fatigue, but not the kind that puts you to sleep..." the doctor mused as he took a sip of tea. Placing the cup on the ground before him he looked Viral over briefly, giving a small nod before smiling and motioning for him to again sit down. "Well standing there isn't going to relieve any of that pain now is it? Try the tea, it's made with a root not too different from linden back on Earth. From what I'm told it's meant to help relieve muscle soreness and even help relieve stress, which are both things we should be working towards. And what simpler way to do so than enjoy a refreshing drink in the sun?" Smiling he raised his glass in a small toast, taking another sip before casually glancing skyward. Sipping tea and taking a day off on an alien world, not what he figured he'd be doing upon coming back, but he couldn't say he was exactly hating it.

Tossing a ball around may not have been the first thing that came to Takeshi's mind, though it wasn't a bad idea by any stretch. Nothing was more simple yet entertaining than throwing a ball back and forth... So he'd seen. He had never actually had a chance to play before, on account of the whole being alone deal. The act of tossing a ball was a simple one, enough so that even Shu was able to replicate it after the first show. Grinning as he easily snatched the ball out of the air he looked at Shu amused, giving a nod of his head as the ball bounced in his palm. "Exactly, easy right? Once you learn how to do it really well maybe we can do other stuff with it." He had seen sports figures throwing a ball around in all sorts of flashy style, it was really cool to watch and he'd love to be able to replicate it. Not wanting to do too much just now however he simply lobbed the ball back to Shu again, smiling slightly as he glanced over at June. "Uh, you gonna play too? We could play three way catch if you wanted."

"Oh no, I'm quite alright here. Go ahead and play boys, I'll watch," June answered, smiling as she waved a hand dismissively. Stepping back a little to allow the boys some room she folded her arms casually, content to watch them play out as they wished. More importantly however she was to monitor how Shu was getting, per instruction of Aito. If anything came up that might trigger a response in him, or he began to show signs of stress, she was supposed to help him out... Somehow. She still wasn't abundantly clear on how to help stress even with Aito's direction, and her own experience with it wasn't bound to work for everyone. She'd try, there was just no guarantee it would work was all.

Korian wasn't thrilled at having a criminal on Uuonoe, certainly not one wanted by the Galactic Police. There had been a few instances where he'd been forced into dealing with those individuals before, and they conducted their work in very, very questionable manners. To say their ethic and morals were straight as a lightning bolt wasn't an exaggeration, he rather had a fair bit of disdain for those folks. Now that he was going to no doubt have to contend with them due to Kiton was a hugely unpleasant thing, and never mind the other things he was guilty of; committing crimes prior to even meeting the Princes, endangering Namek, these were just what he knew of. "Don't make me out to sound racist, I'm not singling you out due to your race. Anyone who causes danger to a neutral world, intentionally or otherwise, is guilty of some serious crimes. The only reason you've not been imprisoned so far is due to your association with the Princes, let me make that abundantly clear. This could be quite infuriating, having to try and remain in the good graces of those boys while attempting to uphold his own ethics as well. And to think that Kiton wasn't the only unexpected guest to be here on the rebel base planet.

"For the time being you're to remain in this building, at least until someone comes to fetch you. I will not allow someone who I've no knowledge of to roam about this city freely. Until I've ascertained that you're of no threat to these people I'll not let you anywhere near them." They had already had to recover after one attack, so risking another on the Uuonians was wholly unfair. This was amounting to little, he couldn't really convict Kiton for anything and he couldn't let him go anywhere, it was the equivalent of a house arrest then. Letting out a frustrated sigh he pushed off the wall, rubbing at his head as he walked towards the door. "A soldier will be by shortly to show you to your temporary quarters. You've free roam of the facility while here, but you're not to go anywhere unguarded, understood?" Korian said sternly, glancing back with a frown, "Sayomi, we're going to see Krom." Pushing open the door and ignoring the rebels who saluted on the way out, the Saiyan stormed down the hallway to another holding room, waving aside the guards at the door and opening it wordlessly, giving a look of pure loathing to the man seated inside the room.

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

Having a chance to take a proper bath for the first time in forever was heavenly. Last time Ethan had washed up had been in a small lake, and the water there hadn't exactly been clear or even clean for that matter. Feeling every little bit of grime then slip off his person was beyond refreshing, as he was sure Amuné could attest. Once he'd given himself a basic scrubbing down, just to get the bigger grime off, he sank down to his chin in the warm water, enjoying it for the time being. Cecil hadn't sounded terribly confident about taking a break like this, wanting to keep working through and find that Nymira woman; if all they did was work though they would burn out, it was best to take it easy now and again. Besides, who could argue with this bath right now?

It seemed like the bath was putting both Amuné and Wyth in high spirits, each of them making noises of contentment as they washed up. Having seen the girl perhaps at her worst, Ethan found it very refreshing that she was enjoying herself so much. After this she would get her new clothing as well, and once that was said and done they could begin their search... After lunch. No doubt Cecil was going to be impatient to that as well, and as a Machina he might not understand fully, but without eating they would "power down" like he had earlier. Maybe he should explain it in those kinds of terms, Ethan mused, and then their mechanical friend would understand. He didn't mean to inconvenience Cecil this way, these were simply things they needed to do. Giving his friend a curious glance he saw him just standing there, looking at the water occasionally but not coming in. Did he want to take a bath too?

"But you can't really just jump in, can you...?" Ethan mused aloud, frowning as he glanced down at the bath around him. Hm, what could they do to solve that? Oh, he knew! Climbing out of the bath abruptly he trudged across the room, trailing puddles of water with him as he grabbed a towel off of one of the racks. Then, dipping the towel in the water he wrung out the excess, smiling proudly as he brought it over to Cecil. "Here! You can use this to wipe yourself down at the very least. I wrung out all of the extra water so you're not going to get soaked doing it." Maybe Cecil didn't have to keep clean in the same ways they did, but he'd no doubt still appreciate a chance to wash up properly. Heading back to the towel rack he grabbed himself one as well, beginning to dry himself off.

"I'm thinking we can eat lunch while we're here, and ask some of the folks around the place while we're at it. If that doesn't pan out then we head back into town and start looking. That sound okay with you two?" That ought to appease both Amuné and Cecil, who wanted to eat and get to work respectively. He wouldn't mind a meal himself, but Ethan could understand the sentiment of wanting to find Nymira sooner rather than later too. If she had been missing two days then the chances of just happening upon here were slim, it was an unfortunate but harsh reality that no doubt he and the others had considered by now. Given how large Galloway was however there was chance she was still in town, it would only be a matter then of tracking down exactly where she was.

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

Uuonoe, 2 days after battle with Yamate

The forests of Uuonoe were full of intrigue and beauty, so Aito thought. He'd never quite seen plants in such a wide array of colors, nor had he ever seen them grow quite so large. They were still in the volcanic crater of the Capitol City and yet they were coming across trees several dozens of meters tall, and several meters in circumference. Those rose high up above all the vegetation along the forest floor, an array of flowers, smaller plants, bushes and vines dotted the area. Combined with the blueish-green grass that carpeted the forest floor and it was almost like something out of a fantasy novel. No doubt the doctor was appreciating it more than Viral was, but then they weren't here to bask in the majesty anyways; Viral and Vegeta had done a fair lot of work yesterday, and while the Beastman hadn't slept he ought to be getting close. Being out in the tranquility of the forest should be enough to ease him over the edge... At least that was the hope.

The pair had stopped in a clearing just fifteen minutes outside of town, having opted for a spot which provided both moderate privacy and plenty of access to the bright, powerful suns above. "This should do just fine I think, we can stop here for now," Aito concluded, nodding to himself certainly. Slipping a pack off of his back he set it to rest at his feet, sitting down cross-legged before opening up the case, taking out a thermos and a pair of glasses. "I figured this is an ideal spot for you to rest, don't you agree? Far away from the stresses of life, in nature and basking in the glow of Uuonoe's twin suns. I can't think of a better spot for this." Pouring out two glasses of tea he placed one on the ground by Viral, gesturing for him to sit before taking a sip of his own. Truthfully they could both use a bit of time away from it all, which was a touch odd coming from a man who'd only just come back to life. Having been thrust into this war however, and finding himself with a pair of patients in desperate need of help, he was already quite busy. An afternoon of leisure wouldn't be such a horrid idea then. "How did work go yesterday? Still feeling the burn?"

On the list of things to help Shu, forming some kind of schedule would come first. Predictability and certainty in one's day could lead to comfort, knowing what was to be expected day in and day out. By speaking with Takeshi, and Yumi who was a bit more of a help honestly, she had managed to put together a moderate to-do list for the young Saiyan. Training, play time, meals, even walks through the city, everything was planned out loosely to try and give Shu some sort of structure. June could only hope it wasn't too rigid for the young boy, as he was someone who didn't seem terribly familiar with much of everyday life. Maybe some lessons on the basics would be a decent idea too, she could help with that herself. For the time being she had taken them from their breakfast to a nearby park, hoping to give the boys a chance to simply play together and enjoy themselves. She'd not tell them precisely what to do, only give them a time period in which they could do as they pleased. Shu was probably more inclined to play than his brother, as it seemed Takeshi was a bit stiff being out here. Giving the older boy a curious look she folded her arms expectantly, watching as he averted his gaze and his cheeks flushed. "What in the world is so embarrassing? We're not doing anything incriminating."

"I know, it's just..." Takeshi began, frowning as he glanced around the park. There were other people here, like... A lot of other people. Sure, they were basically all parents and their children, but he didn't want even that around. He probably looked like an idiot running around acting like a child, and having others around meant they needed to be really mindful of how they played. To top that off it made him think of his own parent, and doing so put him in a fairly lousy mood. They were here for Shu to feel better though, not for him to ruminate over past experiences. To that end he tried to shake off the discomfort he felt, rubbing his head before looking at Shu with a smile. "Alright, I guess play time? But what do we do..." he mumbled, giving the park another glance around curiously. Spotting a red object being thrown his way he turned quickly and caught it, turning it over to find it was a small rubber ball. Huh, so June was giving them this to play with? They had never really played catch or anything before, but what the heck? Tossing it up once or twice he smirked at Shu, giving him an easy underhanded pass that floated a bit in his direction. "Here, we can toss this back and forth for a while."

How strange that a Frost Demon emerge after all this time. Stranger still that he just happen to run into the Princes, it was either a pure coincidence or foreshadowing of what might come. Perhaps he was looking too much into Kiton's unexpected appearance, but Korian wasn't going to take anything lightly at this point. Every little event could lead to something far larger than itself, it was best he nip the bud at the source and cover their bases before things could escalate. Having learned of the boy's existence only late yesterday he'd made haste back to Uuonoe to see him, wanting to get a first hand impression of Kiton for himself. Sayomi had come along as well, as had the fleet for that matter; with Kortal currently forced to recuperate after the battles it was hardly in a state to launch attacks, and their own forces had been damaged enough to warrant their own retreat as well. Infuriating, in a way, as they had been right there only to have to turn back. So now here he was, having passed up the chance to end the war to come and question an alien who, by all accounts, shouldn't even be here.

"So let me see if I understand this correctly. Fleeing from a station and the galactic police, those things somehow ended up on your ship. After attempting to fend them off you crashed on Namek, risking the entire planet in order to try and get away from them. You fought oh so valiantly to kill them and yet nearly died, and you might well have were it not for the intervention of the Princes and their friends. Rather than turning you into the authorities, as they likely should have, they decided to make you a part of their entourage." Even reciting it now it sounded absurd, Korian couldn't understand why they would harbor a criminal. Nevermind the fact alone there was no way of knowing if Kiton was trustworthy, they were interfering with the Galactic Police and would no doubt have issues with them down the road. Being on Uuonoe now he had the jurisdiction to do something with Kiton, yet he knew full well if he did he'd further alienate the Princes' group, and that was the last thing he wanted. Sighing heavily to himself he leaned up against the wall, folding his arms as he looked down at Kiton with a stern expression. "You're in their group now, there's no changing that. But tell me one good reason why I shouldn't notify the authorities of your location."

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So things were bad particularly when Shu tried going to bed? That made a little sense, your mind tended to wander as you laid in bed waiting for sleep to take you. June had spent many nights herself either unable to sleep, or constantly waking due to bad dreams. She had eventually found a way to cope with it however, and now she could sleep completely unhindered. A good night's rest could help one's mood insurmountably as well, so maybe the first thing she should try lending a hand with was getting Shu to sleep again. Placing a hand on the young Saiyan's in a show of comfort she smiled gently, trying to make it absolutely clear she'd not do anything without his consent; pleasantly enough Shu was happy to go along with what she had in mind. "We'll work on those things then, and we'll help them one by one. It'll take a while, but things will be better," June replied, giving Shu's hand a gentle squeeze, "And please, you can call me June. Miss makes me sound so, old..." And she wasn't old, was she? Technically she was only in her twenties now, but if they counted the time in Otherworld then she'd be around 40 or so, if not older. A single, small bead of sweat trickled down on her forehead then, reflecting on just how old she was in reality; 40? Her? She didn't feel 40... "You won't be tired and scared, not forever. We can start working on things and you should begin feeling better soon enough. Just... It's a bit late for us to start today, but first thing tomorrow we can get working, does that sound okay with you?"

It was not wholly surprising that the compliment fell flat, they often did when speaking to Viral. Even in his healthier days he was never one for flattery, so Vegeta wasn't at all taken aback. "Bored? No, you won't. I'm sorry but we're not here to entertain ourselves, it's to test to see if we can get you to rest after a day's work," Vegeta replied, "And you can complain all you want. Tell me you're tired, tell me you're sore, tell me you're short of breath or your body feels like it's going to fail you. If you say nothing then I have nothing to base your condition off but my own judgement." In fairness he could probably discern, to a decent degree, just how Viral was faring. Nothing compared however to getting his own feelings directly from his mouth, yet obtaining that was never easy. "I do want you tired, but I don't want to work you to the point of collapsing." Long as that much was completely clear they should be fine, he hoped. Flying up to the top of the rubble pile, Vegeta eased a few chunks loose and let them simply roll down to the ground, setting back down and arranging them methodically for Viral to shatter. Unlike the wall building exercise he wasn't nearly as concerned with being orderly, as how could one be during destruction?

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June was trying to use her own story as an example for Shu, to show that someone could recover from his position. Was it hard? Undeniably so, yet she had managed to do it. She also had a fraction of the support this young boy did, and he also had access to people who actually knew the symptoms and how to help them. As she'd expected Shu somehow placed guilt on himself, either over what had just recently happened or something else in the past. "You have not been bad, you've been anything but bad. What you're feeling doesn't make you bad, expressing yourself doesn't make you bad, and trying to get help doesn't make you bad. You're in a bad place right now and it's making a lot of things hard, but you're doing okay on your own." It was just about time he got some help was all, that much was clear as day. "Change...? Er... No, she didn't change," June replied thoughtfully, not extremely positive what Shu meant precisely by 'change' "It's okay to be afraid, that's normal. And she made them go away by trying to stay busy. She did things that made her happy, kept people around her and she learned ways to handle the fear she felt."

Whoever this woman was sounded like the ideal fit for Shu. There was no one better at helping you when they had been through the same thing, and from the way Vegeta's mom spoke of this lady she had done pretty well for herself. There was, however, one slight problem to all of this... "Okay, so where is this woman? When do we get to meet her?" he asked, frowning as he leaned forward a bit out of curiosity. Outside one could vaguely hear the sound of a hand hitting skin and Yumi groaning, though it escaped Takeshi's attention.

"Uh... E-Excuse me?" June asked, blinking a fair bit baffled as she gave Takeshi an amazed look. Did that really go over his head? She could understand Shu given his current mindset, but the older one seemed fine, how hadn't he put two and two together? Chuckling faintly under her breath she cleared her throat behind a fist, sitting up straight and smiling as she placed a hand on her chest. "I'm that woman, I probably should have said that from the beginning. Sorry for confusing you." Ah, there were the gears clicking, and a brilliant blush that came when one realized they'd been a bit of a dolt. Leaving Takeshi to that, June turned her eyes back onto Shu, reaching out and lightly placing a hand on top of his own. "There is a way to feel better. It's not hard to do, but it's going to take time. Do you trust me to help you? If you do then I'll gladly do it, but you have to put your faith in me."

"Yes, you did use your muscles then, so all the more reason they're exhausted now. To go from almost completely sedentary to exerting yourself to that degree, and then exclude rest and nutrition? It's a small wonder you were even able to walk out here under your own power, let alone do this. Consider the fact you're working right now a testament to your true strength and will." Sure, maybe Viral was not the most physically imposing at current, but he had the kind of mettle that few possessed. He could grumble and moan all he wanted, yet at the end of the day even some of the strongest warriors paled in comparison to his fortitude. Tossing aside another small pile of clutter, Vegeta dragged down a few more chunks and began setting aside scraps of metal that they'd likely be using for something else. "I never said you were an idiot, I'm only asking you exercise caution," he replied with a sigh, "Given the lack of exertion as of late it would be very easy to overdo it, that's all. You'll feel it at any rate I'm sure, so it's not as though I have to point it out." Now that they potentially had something that could help, Vegeta was very keen on not letting anything go awry.

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Hn, just as Takeshi wasn't understanding Shu it seemed like Shu wasn't understand him either. He wasn't at all trying to blame his brother for anything they were talking about, just state how much they wanted to return things to how they were. It wasn't his fault their father had been awful to him, or he'd seen things that most anyone would break over, no one could blame him for that; likewise no one could blame Shu for how he was now, all of that was out of their control. "I know you don't buddy, I know. And you should know that you aren't causing any problems," the older boy said, trying desperately to keep Shu from guilting himself. Hoping a little comfort might relieve some of the worries, Takeshi moved up alongside Shu and placed an arm around his shoulders, smiling faintly as he was snuggled up against and his finger was grabbed. A bit unusual, but if its what helped the little guy out then fine. Curious to hear what more Shu had to say it seemed like he would have to keep waiting, as Yumi and June surprisingly both came to the room just then; Yumi should be resting and they hadn't seen Vegeta's mother since... Well since they had gotten back, so what brought her around?

Though June scarcely knew these boys she had been told about the younger one's condition, and Yumi had implored her to try and help. She lacked the degrees of both her husband and son and never received formal training for that matter, yet she lived a life surrounding by the kind of strife that now plagued Shu, so maybe she could lend a hand. Behind her or not she had experience that the others lacked, and it had been both of the women's mutual hope that said experience could provide the answer they so desperately needed. After being given permission to try, June grabbed a chair and set it at the bedside, taking a seat and addressing Shu in as gentle a manner as possible. "It's okay to be afraid, that's normal after something like that happens. It's okay to be anxious too, or to doubt yourself. None of that means you're abnormal, it's all a natural response to trauma," she explained, trying to do her best to speak like she was an authority on the topic when she was anything but. Finding it difficult to put what she wanted into technical terms, however, she decided to throw that out the window pretty quickly and speak more casually. "It would take a little while, but if you're willing to talk to me, maybe we can figure something out. There was a younger soldier who had a lot of trouble years and years ago, and she was like you are now. But, she had people help her, and they did all sorts of things; talked about the problem, learned to manage the fear, and trying to keep a schedule. They sound simple, but I bet if we tried what she did, then you might feel a little better."

"Well it's either this or we abandon the job altogether, and I figured this was the lesser of the two evils," Vegeta responded, shrugging casually as he set down a stone for Viral to shatter. Watching as he did so he nodded in approval, helping to throw away some of the scraps left behind. "If we do something like this repeatedly then you'll build up strength though. A lot of your weakness can be attributed to atrophy, or the lack of your using your muscles. If we start doing labor like this, and you're able to rest and regenerate lost cells, your strength could return substantially over a short period of time." While it didn't address the symptoms of the PTSD, some honest, taxing physical labor ought to help Viral at least become more physically fit. In theory as well if he became more capable physically then his mood may improve as well, and an improved mood would in turn lend itself to an easier time of therapy. One thing at a time, and beginning here was hopefully the first step in the process. Dropping two more slabs down for the Beastman, Vegeta wiped his forehead with the back of his forearm before giving Viral a serious glance. "If you feel any pain, no matter how minute, stop and tell me. We're here to get you to work, but not to hurt you. There's nothing to gain from you overdoing it and straining yourself to the point of injury, so please, be reasonable." Not that he truly felt he needed to tell Viral this, but given his friend's tenacity and stubbornness it may be safer to do so regardless.

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

Their luck was pretty good, having come across a cleric like that. Though there was a voice in the back of his mind telling him not to go through a church healer, Ethan pushed that aside and brought Amuné forward to be treated. Though there may be some who wished them ill, he couldn't say that this man himself had done anything wrong. As such he couldn't bring himself to suspect or dislike the man, certainly not now that he had patched up their young companion. Smiling gratefully to the cleric he offered over a few coppers for his service, flushing when the man outright refused the payment, claiming serving the Saints was reward enough. Though he himself wasn't cut out for holy work such as this he was somewhat envious of the selflessness that some clerics portrayed; Ethan tried to be as considerate and giving as he could be, though when compared to someone like this priest he felt like he still didn't do enough.

With Cecil able to move under his own power again, and Amuné patched up, they might just as well find an inn to clean up in. Not only that, but Amuné needed her new clothing still, and it would be a decent place to begin their search for this Nymira woman. That made the most sense to him, yet both Amuné and Cecil didn't agree apparently. The former was content with washing up in a river, and the only one that he was even vaguely certain of as far as locations went was the one back down the road, where they had been attacked. For that reason alone it was certainly a no-go, an inn would be safer for them. Cecil wanted to get to work right now, yet if they didn't take a brief break and get cleaned up then who knows when they might get the chance? Amuné really needed some new clothes and to be cleaned, and they would work better on full stomachs anyways. "We can ask questions at the inn, it doesn't necessarily have to be by wandering around and asking," Ethan pointed out with a smile, "Besides, we'll work better after getting freshened up, and who knows what this might bring for us. We should be at a hundred percent incase we tip off the wrong sort of people, don't you think?"

It was mighty convenient to find an inn not terribly far from where they had just been. Being that they were a bit further into Galloway as well, Ethan hoped that in the event anyone did come searching they'd strike out, or at the very least take long enough that the four of them could get away. That was a worst case though, he had no intentions of letting anyone be in danger by getting caught. They just needed to be careful about where they went, that was all. From what little they had gleaned from their encounter with the water Magi, Ethan guessed he was just a single individual hired to take him out. The reason behind the attack was still a mystery, but he was fair certain it was only that old man they needed to worry about. So long as they kept clear of him, he reasoned, they would be fine. Under that assumption they checked into the inn, managing to get Wyth into the building after convincing the innkeeper that he was needed to help Amuné stay calm, almost like a service animal of sorts. It wasn't a total lie, the young girl would likely be very unease if they were to be separated.

"If you want to go somewhere else to bathe in privacy, that'd be okay." Having gotten themselves a nice enough room, two beds which should fit everyone fine, the group had gone back downstairs to the public bathhouse outside. Really it was little more than a moderately sized spring, sitting in the center of the inn as its walls wrapped around the area, affording privacy at least from the outer world. There was no separation based on gender however, and so women and men had to bathe in the same vicinity. Granted, amenities were provided in the way of undergarments for those a bit more reserved in flashing their nether regions, or for those that weren't crude. Ethan then was sporting just a simple set of white shorts, and now that he was unclothed one could see the grime that had accumulated on him over his trip. His proper clothing was being washed courtesy of a maid of the inn. What's more, prior to coming down he had even managed to pay one of the maids money to go and fetch Amuné some new clothing, figuring a woman would know better than he would. Those should arrive before they finished bathing, and while it would also mean the end to his petty reserves it would be well worth it to give his young companion something she desperately needed.

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

The look of unease and disappointment on Shu's face said it all; Takeshi still wasn't getting it. Despite trying his damnedest to understand what his little brother was getting at he just couldn't do it. For all the good this conversation was doing them, they might as well be speaking two completely different languages. It didn't come as terribly surprising however, if disappointing, as he often couldn't even reel his own anger in. How then was he supposed to tell someone else how to do it? "Anything can be fixed, it's just a matter of how much work it's going to take," Takeshi replied, smiling sadly as he looked at Shu. Noticing his sibling trying to sit up he helped him, placing a hand at his back and easing the little guy into the desired position. Certain Shu wasn't going to topple over or anything he folded his hands across his lap, looking down at them abashed as the younger boy called him out. "I know... And I wish I didn't either..." When questioned about whether it was worth it or not, Takeshi looked at his brother in surprise, moving closer and grabbing one of his shoulders gently. "Of course it's worth it! When I met you, you were always happy and carefree. It annoyed the hell out of me at first, but I grew to like it. Since you were taken away... No, since I got you stuck there..."

"I miss it, Shu... How things used to be. I'm sure Yumi misses it too, and everyone else would love to see you happy. So don't ever question if it's worth it, because it totally is. Used to be you were always happy and rarely were down, now it's the total opposite, you know? That's not the little brother I remember meeting, and I want him back." Maybe that was a selfish reason for wanting Shu to feel better, but he didn't much care. Obviously Takeshi wanted it too for Shu's own sake, and so that the others could stop worrying about him, but he definitely wanted to get his kid brother back. Moving up to the headboard of the bed, Takeshi eased an arm around Shu's shoulder, using his free hand to lightly prod the younger boy in the stomach with his finger. "Vegeta can help. And if Vegeta can't help, then Yumi, or Aito, or Vegeta's mom. If none of them can then we can try Sayomi, or someone we haven't even met yet. I'll find someone that can help you, I won't train and I won't goof off until I do. And when I'm not doing that I'm going to be right by your side, got me? Cuz that's what a good brother should do!"

Yumi had been about to come into the room before hearing Takeshi speaking, surprised he was taking so earnestly to helping. For a good while she and others doubted his sincerity, seeing as he had forgotten so many times, but that sounded genuine. Maybe now that he was getting a really good look at the aftermath he was appreciating how badly Shu needed it, at least she hoped that to be the case. Hesitating to grab the handle now, she gave a look back at June who seemed to pick up on her uncertainty, getting a smile and nod of the head for a go ahead. Smiling herself now, Yumi opened up the door and slowly entered, followed closely behind by June. "Hey, sorry to interrupt boys, but I've got someone who wanted to talk to you two." she explained, stepping to the side as she gestured to June. If she could do as she'd suggested then Shu might get to feeling better, gradually anyways. With Vegeta busy with Viral as of late and Aito doing... Well she wasn't sure honestly, the pool of people who could help out her youngest friend was shrinking.

"I think this is the first time we've really met face to face," June began, smiling kindly as she stood at the foot of the bed, "My name is June, though I'd guess you know that much by now. And if you would let me, I'd like to try and help with your situation." Maybe she didn't have genuine training like her husband, or the knowledge that Vegeta did, but she had first hand experience with what Shu was going through. Now she would be fine with stressful situations, but she had hardly always been the collected fighter she was now. There didn't seem to be any obvious signs of refusal from either boy, and Yumi graciously stepped out of the room to give everyone some privacy, shutting the door behind herself. Walking over to Shu's side of the bed then she pulled a chair over and sat down, smiling still as she glanced into the child's eyes. How sad, there was an unmistakable terror in those eyes, eyes which probably once shone brightly with joy. "Shu, right? I know you don't know me very well, but I want to try and help you, if you'll allow me to."

Vegeta could very easily argue with Viral over the influence of currency. The truth of the matter was it was superficial, and only a small portion of the population obsessed over it. He could explain how currency gave way to fairer trading practices, albeit even still it was far from perfect. He could offer any number of explanations as to why his brother's view was incorrect, but he knew it'd be wasted breath. When your whole experience on a matter was skewed any which way, as Viral's was, then it made that very difficult to change. With some exposure he could see to the contrary, but simple words were not likely to change him. While he wasn't going to argue the points of currency, there was a small piece he wanted to offer the Beastman. "The rotten few stand out while the good many keep to themselves. Don't let a few bad examples ruin the entire group, that's not the best way to think about anything," he said patiently, giving a small shake of his head, "All I'm saying is try to see both sides of it. Where there's bad there is also good, and more often than not the latter outweighs the former, there's just no need to recognize it quite as much." That was why something like the news for example was such rubbish, it only covered lousy stories because they sold, and people paid more attention to obscurities or breaks from the mold, as opposed to an everyday, decent being.

They could save the philosophical debates for another time, Vegeta wanted to get to work and try wearing Viral down some more. Just going by the first block he picked up alone the signs were hopeful, yet they'd see just how the Beastman felt at the end of the task. Throwing aside the chunks were simple for him, yet for Viral it was proving to be anything but. He'd not have made any comment on the matter had there not been a sudden fit from his brother, glancing over to see him smashing a piece of rubble into smaller chunks. Sighing to himself Vegeta gave his head a rub, walking over before holding up a hand to Viral, glancing down at the rubble. "Before you snap, let me make a suggestion." Taking care of the few pieces of rubble at his feet, he moved to the pile and grabbed two chunks, one at a time and placed them before the Beastman. "How's about we do it this way: I'll grab pieces and bring them to you, then you break them into more manageable slabs and we can both toss them. I figure this way it's easier to handle them, and you can work on building up some strength by striking the blocks." Accepting this proposal would mean accepting the fact this work was too hard for him, yet he hoped that Viral could overlook that small fact if only out of being too stubborn to quit.

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

Hmph, of course Shu didn't want to hurt anyone... He was a Saiyan and all of his friends and family were warriors, but he didn't want to harm anyone. Jeez, so should they just completely remove him from fighting then? Of course if they did that then he'd probably feel bad he wasn't helping, so that wouldn't cut it either. Like he didn't have a clue how to help the little guy before, now he was really stumped. Scratching at his head uncertainly, Takeshi wondered if perhaps they should get someone else to come in and help out. "We get angry, but it doesn't mean our Ki gets out of control, that's the difference," he explained, trying to word it as best, and simply, as he could. "You noticed that too, right? Whenever you and I get angry we get stronger, it's just how we operate. If we need to fix it..." There was only really one answer, and it was not something that was easy to do. If they lost control due to their emotions running rampant then there seemed to be only one route to take; remove all emotions during battle and not risk losing control. "But that wouldn't really work..." Takeshi mumbled, frowning as he glanced over at Shu, "You have to learn somehow how to not let your emotions get the better of you in a fight, because that's what makes you change, you know? I... I can't teach that, even I don't know how to do it. When we get training though, we'll see if we can find someone to help, that should work..."

"Not all humans compete for money though, what you're making is a gross generalization. Yes some do compete for it, and a certain... Level of wealth is needed for comfort, but it's not most people's sole reason for striving. If you look at people closely you'll see they can have any number of motivators, wishes or desires, just as you might." Some were happy only when extraordinarily wealthy, others could have next to nothing and still be content, so there was no true way to put a value on happiness, or to claim that every human wanted money. Perhaps it was only due to his being born into it that Vegeta could even think this way, but having seen wealth in work many a time over he had little use for it. It could be a tool to help him in a project, but aside from that he couldn't care less. There was no need for fancy vehicles, expensive clothing, or indulging in over-priced goods, whatever he got he was fine with, it mattered little the quality.

That discussion aside, they had yet another job before them and should begin focusing on doing it. It was hardly a mentally taxing job, just lift up debris and throw it into the bed of the vehicle present. There was curiously no Uuonian here at the moment, likely it had been left here to prepare and they just hadn't gotten to it. That was excellent, it meant no possible threat to others for Viral, which in turn should ease some of his concerns. Nodding in agreement, Vegeta began clearing away the pieces one by one, tossing them aside idly despite their size and weight. It wasn't quite as easy as he made it look, yet it wasn't so bad that he had to strain either. Curiously enough however he did manage to catch a glimpse of Viral struggling somewhat, finally getting a general idea of his physical strength and how it had declined. No doubt due to loss of muscle mass and lack of training, something they could remedy easily enough. That would come at a later date however, for now they should be focusing on the simple, if tiring matter at hand. Vegeta couldn't help but smirk slightly at that, that this job might actually tire Viral out to the point of needing rest. It was slightly underhanded to purposely set him up like this, but if rest was what he needed then it was their best possible avenue of getting that.