Post by Ayumu Hope on May 2, 2019 15:43:44 GMT
As the Namekian would let the energy slowly spill into Namorel, he would lean backwards contently, his entire body starting to let go carefully as he would send out a global message to his guards about the changed situation before then looking towards the Namekian with a soft smile.
The eyes of a child looking at an adult as the Guru within himself that was forcibly fused in his body during the tournament was being used up on supplying a new link of the dragonballs as the kid would gaze towards the dark roof that was the underground roof before once again connecting his eyes with Namorel his.
"Can you tell me a story?" He would ask, the namekian starting to have droplets form in his own eyes as he would hiccup a few times.
It was unbecoming of a guru to start showing weakness, but at the same time the guru couldn't help but feel emotional conflict from all this, the thoughts that would be readable were the kid panicking about death, being afraid of the darkness as he would slumber into it...
Yet his eyes said that he requested to learn more about Namorel, to hear some of his stories, to hear some more tales that he could learn about.
He wanted to be able to go to rest, tucked in as a child is supposed to be instead of being put to the edge of the blade and forced to play as the puppet to make a world peacefull, yet because he had to yield the position to the stronger and smarter namekian... He had to give his own life.
As he tried to cling in for a story, he simply said "Please?" trying to keep his smile up.
Droplets starting to form more strongly as he then sobbed a little, asking Namorel to tell the others that he did his best to stay alive so he could teach the others but that he failed them.
WC:329
TWC:2380
[End it with a story for the kid?]
The eyes of a child looking at an adult as the Guru within himself that was forcibly fused in his body during the tournament was being used up on supplying a new link of the dragonballs as the kid would gaze towards the dark roof that was the underground roof before once again connecting his eyes with Namorel his.
"Can you tell me a story?" He would ask, the namekian starting to have droplets form in his own eyes as he would hiccup a few times.
It was unbecoming of a guru to start showing weakness, but at the same time the guru couldn't help but feel emotional conflict from all this, the thoughts that would be readable were the kid panicking about death, being afraid of the darkness as he would slumber into it...
Yet his eyes said that he requested to learn more about Namorel, to hear some of his stories, to hear some more tales that he could learn about.
He wanted to be able to go to rest, tucked in as a child is supposed to be instead of being put to the edge of the blade and forced to play as the puppet to make a world peacefull, yet because he had to yield the position to the stronger and smarter namekian... He had to give his own life.
As he tried to cling in for a story, he simply said "Please?" trying to keep his smile up.
Droplets starting to form more strongly as he then sobbed a little, asking Namorel to tell the others that he did his best to stay alive so he could teach the others but that he failed them.
WC:329
TWC:2380
[End it with a story for the kid?]
