Visiting the Green! The Green has Authority?! [Guru/Namorel]

Namorel sat quietly upon the seat of the Guru, taking in the activity of the planet below, his mind hopping between those who went about their lives in the villages around the cliff, be in entertaining themselves or conducting tasks and business as they did. It was not the most glorious position at times, but it was one Namorel needed to fill for the time being. Namek was not safe, the planet was under much internal and external stress from all sides, and if the passing of Gadulka was not a well enough sign of the state of things, Namorel had no idea what was.

His concentration would be shattered as he felt a familiar ki, accompanied by the voice to boot. It seemed that Celmaru had decided to venture off of Ayumu's ship long enough to explore some before heading back to Earth with his family. A sly grin would cross Namorel's lips as he opened his mind, contacting the Halfling telepathically.

"Decide to get out and stretch your legs?, Namorel's voice boomed telepathically with an almost mocking tone, but all meant in good fun. He would rise to his feet and make his way to the entrance of the hut, stepping out. The elite warriors would ponder the Guru for a moment before returning to their guard as he made his way into the open air, glancing up to the Hybrid and speaking, "We may want to head over to the village first. I'm rather lacking in supplies at the moment."

A laugh would bellow from the Namekian as he stepped off the cliff, letting gravity do the work for him, bringing him to ground level, aimed in the general direction of the village in question. His aimed target would be a small shop on the outskirts of this particular village run by an excommunicated Martian of all things, the squid like being stood out from most other lifeforms on the planet to say the least.

The shop was a small fishing shack, with a linty of rods, lures, and baits all assorted based on their targeted type of fishing and class of aquatic life you wanted to aim for. Namorel would browse the wares for a moment, hoping the Halfling has decided to follow, before he would settle on two basic steel rods and a small series of tackle and bait, all assorted carefully in an included container.

Namorel
Namekian
PL: 46,080
Trans:
Improved Power [x10]
PL: 115,500
WC: 401
WC: 401
TWC: 401
Active:
Heavy Weights [75%] PL: 11,520

With rods and tackle in hand, Namorel would express his thanks to the Martian conducting the business at the fishing shack. The Namekian had been paying passive attention to Celmaru en route to the shop prior, noticing the apparent spike in his energy, something he was surprised he hadn't taken note of on the ship towards the planet. Perhaps that had to do with Ayumu's usage of the Dragon Balls back on Earth before they even made their way off to Namek.

The arrival of the new Guru drew a small crowd around the general vicinity, many of them pondering if this was a visit of dire consequence or simply a behavior exclusive to the new Namekian that took the seat as compared to the prior. It was something Namorel hoped the denizens would come to see not as something to worry about, but rather simply as Namorel going about his day, he saw no particular reason for himself to sit alone in the hut without communication with those in the surrounding area, he was not bound to his seat after all.

"Follow me, there is a bay nearby that should be quiet enough.", Namorel would speak, beckoning the Halfling to follow him into the air. Their direction would be due south, the thickness of Ajissa and village huts slowly tapering off into nothingness and a matte blue landscape sprawled in all directions, until it hit a beach head, breaking into soft white sand that was bordered by the clear green liquid that covered the planet.

"I apologize about the sudden crowd before, I suppose many of the villagers aren't used to my specific means of going about with my new position.", the Namekian spoke offhandedly, handing one of the metallic rods to the Hybrid. He would pry through the selection of bits and bobs in the tackle box, pulling what he felt was necessary and lining up his line. A soft whiz would accompany the wind as the Namekian launched the tackle into the nearby water, yards from where he decided to seat himself.

He knew the aquatic life on Namek all too well, and he would need the additional distance if he hoped to pull in anything of merit. He would link his mind back with the elite Warrior Clansmen as he sat patiently, in case something should go awry he was told to contact them and they would offer what support they could muster for whatever situations that arise.

Namorel
Namekian
PL: 46,080
Trans:
Improved Power [x10]
PL: 115,500
WC: 412
WC: 412
TWC: 813
Active:
Heavy Weights [75%] PL: 11,520

Namorel turned his head to face the half breed, tilting it ever so curiously as he pondered Celmaru and his specific question. While it served no real concern, it did draw Namorel's attention. He would ponder such for a moment and close his eyes for a second before replying. "Not really, but there are those I hold fairly lose to me. Remember Primsa and Nao back on Earth? In the year I spent with them I felt rather close to them, and even now I miss being away as I am.", Namorel responded, hoping to offer some consolation to the halfling who surely was missing his kids and wife back on Earth... while Namorel didn't truly understand his position, he could try no? The Namekian would smile best he could in attempts to reassure Celmaru in some form or fashion.

However, after a moment he would frown for a moment and think back to how those two must be on Earth... hopefully they weren't worrying about him too much. "In the same way I also feel like Namek and everyone here is my family, but I guess that is just being Namekian... perhaps.", Namorel continued talking, looking off into the green horizon that was the ocean of the otherwise blue planet. Namek had been his life for the vast majority of it, and yet he had never felt as far from home lately as he had since landing on the planet, there was something missing here on Namek that he found on Earth, perhaps that was part in parcel to how active Earth was compared to his home world, which felt like it moved at a snail's pace in comparison.

"I'm sure they're fine, as dangerous as the universe seems. Earth is one of it not the safest part of it all, even here on Namek we see more conflict in a month than I saw on Earth in a year.", the Namekian smiled once more as he turned to face the halfling once more. He would shift his line teasingly, in hopes to draw the attention of any fish that should be resting nearby, glancing occasionally to his own and Celmaru's own lines while doing his best to offer a calmer thought process to Celmaru who almost exuded hesitation and concern for one reason or another, almost unbecoming of someone who was a half saiyan as Namorel saw it, but he would simply shrug this off and hope he was as capable as Ayumu at keeping the high spirits up of others.

Namorel would shake his head at the halfling as he listened to his thoughts and concerns, or otherwise lack there of. Celmaru had merited concerns, but at he same time Namorel saw much of it as little more than complaining. The halfling had been granted exponential power from the wish on Earth's Dragon Balls and here he was complaining about his inability to utilize it and concerns over hurting others, such as his children, with these seemingly uncontrollable abilities, Namorel had had it with waiting to respond.

Standing up, resting the fishing line for a moment after the ground quaked from the halfling's little outburst moments before. "Okay that's it, you have two choices. Chill the fuck out, or hit me as hard as you can. Not some arbitrary fraction of that power. As. Hard. As. You. Can. Maybe then I'll show you why your complaining and every so pointless concerns carry not grand weight.", Namorel spoke without carrying a tone, just pure authority. He would brace himself for a moment as he gave the halfling a moment to make up his clearly clouded mind. With any luck this would help him think straight for even a second, it was amazing the wonders a few moments of clarity could provide.

"I watched the prior guru die in my arms, a young Namekian of three years old... and now as his replacement I have to stand and watch as my people fight back a genocidal half of my own race that lives underground. I have seen hundreds, if not thousands of my own kind mercilessly slaughtered by people that would otherwise be family to me.", Namorel's placid tone sat as he spoke further. He wanted to make it clear to the half saiyan that one did not need to be a saint or one free of the pressures of life to handle what stands in their way. The Namekian hoped the halfling would take the second option as Namorel had an idea, and it all hinged on this one choice.

"Pity? Far from it actually, shit happens and we can't sit and complain about it all. I'll be completely honest, were it up to me I'd glass half of this planet just to eliminate a threat that has been sitting for well over a hundred years, but what more would that solve than harming more innocents than only the bad?", Namorel would shrug passively as he turned back to face the halfling, whose blow had missed him by a pathetic margin. There was clearly no stability in his own power, he thought these saiyan types adapted to their capabilities faster than most others, but he was throwing himself around like some infant Namekian still learning to fly. Walking over to Celmaru haphazardly, Namorel's ki would flare as he dropped a hand to the knelt half saiyan and pulled at the collar of his clothing, intent to bring him to eye level.

Regardless of the success of this, Namorel would stare directly at the halfling's face, frowning for a moment. "I figure by whatever means you acquired your power boost... it was not done properly, my first guess is a wish and if so clearly it was not Porunga's doings as you would have been able to control it from the start.", the Namekian spoke, his tone softer for a moment as he pondered such. Ayumu had been gathering the balls on Earth and used them for some matter of wishes, perhaps this was indeed one of those wishes the. "If that's the case, then Earth's dragon kinda sucks...", he would mutter quietly to himself as he thought for a second.

Waiting a moment for the halfling to respond, Namorel would rest a hand on Celmaru's head and concentrate energy into the Hybrid, forcing over the drain that was his well of overflowing energy, balancing the flow and unlocking it further. A wall of white energy would engulf the half Saiyan, erupting from him and flaring in all directions as the Namekian guru attempted hte final less Gadulka had passed to him for the first time. "Now try and hit me once more, I completed what the dragon left unfinished. Your potential has been fully unleashed, and not left half open as it had been. You should find yourself more capable to control it now.", Namorel spoke once more, bracing his arms for a strike from the halfling and taking five steps back as to give the both of them room for preparation. Namorel would watch quietly, pondering how much stronger the unleashing truly made the half Saiyan, surely it would be a wide enough margin so that Namorel would find further use in offering this to others in the future and not simply use it as a tool to fix what a faulty dragon failed at finishing clearly.

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TL;DR - I did the headpat of doom as Shenron sucks