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What Once Was; Popoken Orphan, Transformation RP
Topic Started: Feb 16 2017, 08:36 AM (53 Views)
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High above a great empty valley of sapphire grass and emerald sea was a great spire of a cliff, crested with its own vegetation to the great comfort of the Saiyan who lounged atop it. Wrolen had met some visitors with a training room they wanted to make use of, and plucked “some big dude” off the street to run the machine through its paces. Too bad for them it wasn’t the machine that got worked over. He had since bid them farewell and retreated to a place of calm.

Wrolen let his knuckles slide across the soft grass, pondering his next move. ”Perhaps… Vegita will need my assistance… or perhaps his pride would bring us to arms against each other…” Lost in thought, the Saiyan neglected to acknowledge the small presence standing six feet behind him.

A Namekian child covered in a tattered cloak had been observing the man from a distance for some time, and only recently decided that there was nothing to be lost by approaching. Minutes passed, and nothing was said. If Wrolen was aware of the child, he made no move to show it, forcing the visitor to make the first move.

”Why are you here?” He said, not willing to bother with tact.

”I like the wind.” Came the flat reply. It was a fair answer, but it didn’t sate the child’s curiosity.

”Are you a Saiyan?” Wrolen decided the youngling must not know what to make of his hair, it was unusual for his race, to be fair.

”Do you think I’m a Saiyan?” He said, having yet to turn around and face the child.

After a pause, the Namekian answered. ”You’re… like a Saiyan… more or less.” An understandable observation.

”More or less?”

”…More.” The Saiyan let out a low hum, then pat the grass next to him.

”Sit.” The child did as he was bid, and crossed his legs mere inches away from the giant of a man. Now that he could see more than the back of his head, the child could make out the chiseled jaw and low-trimmed beard of Wrolen’s face, as well as the strange sensation in the air this close to the man.

The two sat in silence for close to an hour, taking in at the grassy gnolls and wavy valleys of Namek. Wrolen truly loved the serenity this planet was capable of. However the child next to him seemed… out of place somehow. ”Your turn, boy. Why are you here?”

The youth stiffened. ”This is my home.” His answer elicited a sigh from the man in red.

”You speak of this planet, I speak of this rock, where you sit beside a Saiyan.” Wrolen sweeps his arm across the landscape. ”All across the land, our people slay each other without remorse.”

”You’re wrong!” Shouted the youth suddenly. He caught himself and quickly lowered his head under his hood. ”I-What I mean to say is that… I don’t truly feel as one should among others of my kind… I-I feel apart. Like I’m not even one of them… I’m just, too different.” The child clutches at something hanging about their neck.

”Eyes up.” The child looks up at the man slowly, meeting his eyes for the first time. Wrolen flicked the hood of the boy, exposing the child’s face to the light of day, revealing grey and black where there should have been green. The Saiyan scanned him before lazily rubbing his head. ”What makes us different makes us strong, tadpole.” He let out a quiet chuckle. ”Well, some more than others.”

”There’s this too.” The Namekian withdrew a twisted charm from his robes, wrought of red and black stone and somehow both gnarled yet elegant. The amulet gave off a sinister aura, but had no value known to the Saiyan.

Wrolen held out a hand for the item. The child hesitated but relented and placed it in the man’s palm. Immediately upon touching it, the Saiyan could feel something touching his mind, probing for power. Through sheer will, he forced the presence back and handed the amulet back to the child. ”That… may be part of your popularity problem. Consider discarding it.” He stood, briefly stretching his limbs before turning to leave.

”Oh I know I should… but this is my only clue as to who… or what I am.” Wrolen stopped in his tracks, and then rubbed his head.

”…Amnesia… wonderful.” He turned on his heel and sat across from the child. ”Can you meditate?”

The young one was somewhat taken aback. ”I-Uh… I can. His head suddenly had a massive palm atop it. ”W-what are-“

”Silence. Now Hold that amulet and focus, I’m going to help you but you need to relax… or you will die… immediately. There are many ways to get someone’s undivided attention. That was one of them. The child looked unnerved for a moment before his features hardened with determination. He nodded, closed his eyes, and wordlessly fell into the beginnings of a deep meditation. ”Focus on the trinket, feel its energy, its history. Trace the item through its life, your life… focus.”

The child was visibly showing signs of increasing strain. His features becoming more tense as he continued.”I… I cant keep-“ A wave of relief washed over him, warm and soothing, massive and pure. His consciousness fell into the sea of power. Looking with his mind’s eye, he saw flashes of Namekian landscapes and villages, people and animals, explosions of memory in all directions. It was a world hidden away from the child, a life forgotten. The memories began to fade, replaced by the sensation of being submerged in water. From the darkness of the id, the young one saw it, a cave, a gaping maw with jagged jaws and a gullet dark as pitch. He flew out of his revere, gasping for air. Wrolen removed his hand from the exhausted child and waited.

Before he was done catching his breath however, the child met Wrolen’s gaze with even intensity. ”I know where I need to go.” He stood and gathered himself, pausing briefly before extending his hand, within his ebony fist was the amulet. ”You’ve done something for me, andI can’t think of a way to properly repay you.”

Wrolen eyed the trinket, then turned to leave. ”I did nothing more than help you know what you already knew, I deserve nothing for that. Keep your trinket.” He began walking to the cliff side.

”You could give it to your son.” Wrolen had taken no more than three steps before coming to a slow halt.

”I have many sons, none of them need your little rock.”

”The small one will. When he finds you.” The child had an otherworldly look in his eyes, but snapped out of it suddenly. ”I-I’m sorry, I saw some things I shouldn’t have seen in your energy… I couldn’t help it.”

The Saiyan stood unmoving for a moment, then gazed up at the evening sky. ”Child.” The Namekian was fidgety, not knowing if the Saiyan’s wrath was going to flare up and consume him like a great inferno. ”I’ll take you where you need to go, and after you have your answers, we can say I earned that bauble.” Wrolen turned and looked down on the youth, extending his palm. ”Is this agreeable to you?”

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The grand palace of the Saiyan royal family, a monument of pride and power to all who behold it. Within its throne room, a ceremony to award heroism in conquest was being held in honor of a general. All around the chamber were the highest tiers of Saiyan society, and some of the most powerful warriors in the galaxy. Two such warriors stood away from the crowd, their conversation hidden to all but them.

A Saiyan wearing the crest of the king’s cabinet spoke to a taller Saiyan adorned in gold and crimson robes. ”Did you handle it? Is it done?”

Wrolen kept his eyes on the events before them. ”Worry not, you shall never hear of the child again.” The shorter Saiyan looked visibly relieved.

”A blessing for both your families, to be sure. And one less obstacle for the ascension of our prince.” He looked at the pale haired man next to him, scanning carefully. ”A hard thing, to kill one’s own blood.”

”Indeed.” The Viscount showed no emotion in his words, but his eyes did narrow as he spoke. This detail did not go unnoticed.

”You… did slay the child, did you not?” Silence was his only answer. ”Wrolen, you know the penalty for diso-“

”I did my duty, minister. Now I suggest you do yours, its almost time for the sycophants to pay their respects.” Wrolen turned to leave.

”Lest you forget, Viscount, that I am the voice of our king.”

”And I, minister…” He stops and opens a hand to his side before clenching it tightly. ”Am his fist.” Fear flashes across the minister’s face before being replaced with anger. He moves to intercept Wrolen and catches him by the shoulder.

”You overstep yourself! The balance of power must be maintained! You are given every allowance and freedom possible on the condition of your obedience to the throne.”

Wrolen’s shoulders drop slightly. ”And you have it... minister.”

”So what of your infant son?” The viscount steps away.

”I have no such son.”

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The duo flew over vast oceans, tracing a pattern in the sky as the Namekian child searched for… something. Clear on the opposite side of the planet from where they met, they stopped before a small island. The patch of land was unassuming, and contained some trees as well as a small body of water. Wrolen glanced over only to see that the child’s face showed signs of serious contemplation. ”Is this it?” He landed and set the young one down. ”Doesn’t look like anyone ever lived here.” he said, looking around at the sparse features on the spit of land. He made his way to the small pond, thinking that it was more akin to a puddle than anything.

”Wait, I know there’s something here, I know this place, I can feel it.” The child began wandering hither and yon, scanning every surface and stone for clues. Wrolen sighed and took a seat beside the pool, fingering a pebble back and forward across his knuckles to pass the time.

Time did indeed pass, and as dawn came, so went the Saiyan’s patience. Resigned to leave the isle and search elsewhere with the kid, he tossed his stone into the pond. From the corner of his eye, almost too small a detail to notice, Wrolen saw the stone, colored a very visible white, it sank far below where he had thought the bottom of the pool to be. ”Boy.” The Namekian stops his searching to join the Saiyan as he leans over the pool. ”What say you to this?” The child kneels and touches the surface of the water, recognition flashes across his features as he does so.

”This… this is it!” The child grinned excitedly, beaming at the Saiyan. ”This is where I… woke up?” His features fell as he looked around, eventually running his hand over the rocks near the edge of the pool. ”I think I came from wherever this leads.” He gazed into the depths and shuddered. ”What even am I?” A hand rested on his head briefly as Wrolen walked past him.

”Were here for answers, not more questions. Eyes forward.” He hovered over the water to the center of the pool and pointed a finger downward. A narrow beam of white-hot energy shot straight down, vaporizing the water on contact. A huge column of steam began to shoot out of the hole as it grew deeper, obscuring the Saiyan as he cleared the path. It was only when the steam ceased that Wrolen did the same, clearing his throat. Now very damp, he began his descent, not waiting for his charge. The Namekian in question gathered himself and leapt into the abyss, noting the shape of the tunnel as he descended. The damp cave walls were in the shape of a perfect cylinder, not a natural formation by any means.

Their descent into darkness was not blind, as Wrolen’s aura burned bright, lighting the way down. More than five minutes of controlled falling finally lead to the end of the tunnel. It widened like an upturned funnel, leading to a huge subterranean chamber. Wrolen’s aura couldn’t illuminate nearly enough to reveal the outermost walls, but an earsplitting shriek caught the pair’s attention before they could further consider their surroundings. Below them, and all around them, glowing auras were popping up, revealing the floor to be more water, and the presences to be below the surface.

”Hmm… thousands, easily.” He said, scanning the field, then looking back to the child. ”I’d say the odds are good someone here kno-“ A ball of black energy collided with Wrolen’s head, exploding and engulfing him completely.

The blast propelled the Namekian back, where he collided with something less solid than a cave wall. He didn’t even have time to scream before he felt himself being carried away. A tiny beam of energy that passed a mere centimeter in front of his nose interrupted his panic however. He looked up to see the face of a Namekian, now dead in the air and falling, but this Namekian wasn’t normal, he was black and grey. The child pulled himself out of the corpse’s grasp and returned to Wrolen. ”H-H-He looked like me.”

”Clearly, now keep your wits about you, they’re coming.” Wrolen let his power swell and expand; filling the chamber as a swarm of black Namekians rushed the duo.

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The balcony overlooked the grandeur that was Vegita, the capital city of the Saiyan home world. Despite the glowing gold of the city below, the atmosphere on high was laden with anxiety and grief. A lone Saiyan female stood there with a tiny child swaddled in her arms, his tail gently intertwined with his mothers. She was a short woman, wearing the sleek black armor, known to only be issued to Saiyan assassins. Warm brown hair trimmed down to a pixie cut, and a slender jaw that met her high cheekbones under impossibly blue eyes, she was a beautiful way to die as her mate put it. Behind her, standing with his arms crossed, stood that very man.

The woman turned slowly, and made her way inside, stopping only when she was a hair’s breadth away from the man who had since uncrossed his arms.

She met his eyes, letting him see that the strength of her resolve rivaled his own. Her tail pulled away from the infant’s and he began to whimper. She soothed him, ”Hush now love, warriors never cry.” She met Wrolen’s eyes again, daring him to react, but knowing he wouldn’t. ”We endure.” She placed the precious bundle in his arms, breaking her gaze only when she no longer could feel the child’s warmth.

The assassin returned to the balcony, leaving the only things she treasured behind her. ”We endure.”

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Wrolen stood atop a pile of corpses, every one unique, but every one equal in death. All except one. Wrolen had the last black Namekian backed into a wall of bodies, an orb of molten energy churning slowly in his palm. ”Time now for civil conversation.” The defeated Namekian nodded and dropped his clawed hands.

”What do you want to know?” Wrolen looked to the child. He dealt with slaughter well enough, he at least wasn’t a gibbering mess like so many others would have been.

”T-Tell me who I am. What I am.” He withdrew his amulet. ”And what this means.”

The interrogation proved to be a rare instance where information leads to more answers than questions. The black Namekians are a natural occurrence in the life cycle of the planet, and are meant to counter the world above much like the delicate energy balance of the dragon balls that are tied so close to the Namekian race. The peaceful world of Namek called for little to no balance, but in the recent decades, increased violence and hostilities eventually lead to war, which lead to a mass spawning of the subterranean Namekians.

In just a few short weeks, over nineteen billion pods growing in hidden grottos will hatch, swarm the surface, restore balance, then spread throughout the galaxy to continue “restoring balance”. ”A spawning of this size has never happened before and after the massacre, likely will never happen again.” Remarked the black Namekian.

Regarding the amulet however, it seems to be a relic of an ancient clan of black Namekians from an age long since past. Once his explanation was through, the elder Namekian spoke directly to the younger. ”Now that you know, surely you wish to join us. Surely you wish to take your rightful place leading the purge and the great exodus!” He spoke excitedly, a strange hunger in his pale eyes.

The young Namekian clutched at his amulet and remained silent for a moment then turned to Wrolen. ”Thank you, you helped me find the one thing I never thought I’d have. And now that I know,” He looked at the subterranean creature one last time. ”I reject it and chose to live for the future… my future.” The Large Namekian snarled.

”Fool! We are LEGION! WE WILL SWEEP-“ Wrolen blew the Namekian’s head off.

”Just as well, this infestation calls for a particularly unpleasant cure anyway… come.” He lifted off and made for the surface, maintaining a passive demeanor but internally, he was making a massive list of pros and cons.

The duo flew for some time before coming to a small spaceport, untouched by the war and still functional.

”Uhm, what are we doing here?” The youngling asked, looking around. Wrolen exchanged words with a teller and returned with a metallic slip of film. Which was handed to him.

”You’re leaving.” The child looked at the ticket and back to Wrolen, his eyes asking ‘why’. ”That,” he pointed at the ticket. ”Is a future anywhere you want to make it. Go to a shuttle, get on, and leave all of this behind you forever.”

”B-but what about the bla-“ Wrolen held up his hand.

”I’ll deal with it, now go.” The child stared at the ticket in his hands, and then met Wrolen’s eyes with determination. He turned and left, walking away from the Saiyan for the first time instead of the other way around.

Wrolen didn’t watch till he was out of sight, nor did he try to see where the child would decide to go, he turned away and began to steel himself for what came next. Or at least he would if a small hand didn’t pull on his tunic from behind. Looking back revealed it to be the child again. ”I don’t do goodbyes, boy.”

”Shwarz.” He placed something in Wrolen’s hand, shaking it in the process. ”Find him, that’s a future for you to make for yourself.” The boy, Shwarz, left then. This time Wrolen watched him go.

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He returned to the entrance to the great subterrain with Shwarz’s amulet hanging from his waist wrap. There, he hovered in meditation, contemplating his next move carefully. If he went through with this, millions would perish. If he didn’t, untold octillions would be swept under an endless plague of monsters on par with the most powerful of elite Saiyans. When the consequences were weighed against the risks, it was a no-brainer. Of course the easiest solution would be to eradicate the threat himself, but the interrogation revealed that the slaughter would only serve to spawn more, creating a never ending flood of nightmares.

Wrolen gazed around. There was the ocean, a brilliant emerald green unlike any ocean he had ever seen anywhere in the galaxy. His eyes fell on the great mountains next, their majestic peaks providing the most breathtaking of views. Finally, the windswept plains of soft, sapphire grass. This planet was a paradise to those who could appreciate the serenity… but not for long.

Wrolen gained altitude and closed his eyes. It had been a long time since he had been forced to use this form, but going full power could be just as catastrophic for him as anything else. He needed the right tier of might, and like riding a bike, one never truly forgets how.

Wrolen flinched before throwing back his head and howling in pain. His body grew to impossible proportions and his long hair bristled and sparked with visible energy as it began to glow a burning gold. He went through one last excruciating expansion, unleashing an otherworldly roar felt across the planet. He was there, exactly where he needed to be.

He cocked his head to the side and thought aloud. ”I wonder if we won the war… oh well.”

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Reward(s):
Demon Clan Amulet (immediately equipped)
Transformation Lvl: 2
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Level 2: Legendary Super Saiyan
Appearance: The Saiyan's body expands to with incredible muscles and bone density, growing well over nine feet tall and looking nothing like their original stature. The user's hair extends in all directions and takes on a golden hue, and their aura becomes all encompassing, often invisible to those inside of it, much like how one cannot "see" a city when they stand in its streets.
Stats: +45% Power. +55% HP. +10% Dexterity.

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[NOVICE] Ascending to Legends – Your Signature Techniques cost -1 Ki Point. You may have your attack roll gain +2 to the result. You cannot SEVER with that roll. In the event of a multi-dice roll, you gain +2 to the result of the first dice roll only. Your attacks do +(5% Power) Damage.
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