No Namorel-Dono, Yamate! [Closed; Namorel]

It wouldn't take the word of mouth for Namorel to catch wind of the Changeling he had run into a matter of times in the last few months, however he had assumed the lizard man was still bound to Earth... clearly this was not the case as the Namekian noticed his ki signature as soon as he entered the general atmosphere of the planet with Ayumu in tow, it seems he took the same means of transport both Namorel and Celmaru had to get to the Namekian home world not too long ago.

Namorel would make the Changeling wait a short while as he settled some matters in the villages before heading to the location of Sickle, who seemed to be waiting around the ancient temple of the Dragon Clan. The flight there would be a rather quick one without much issue as the Namekian shot quietly through this sky, his ki surging around him as he let it flow freely around him.

"I'm surprised the old fart let you leave Earth, what brings you to Namek Sickle?", Namorel's voice range outwards telepathically towards Sickle as the Namekian drew closer and closer to the Old Temple. He wanted to make it known to the Changeling that he was indeed on his was, however long it may take him to get there particularly.

Yet Namorel was nowhere near as far away as he could have been, rather only being another few minutes from the old structure itself. Landing eight yards from the steps, he hands would rest quietly on his pockets and his steps would be muffled by the matted blue grass that blanketed their surroundings.

"Ah, the old Dragon Clan temple, quite the place of celebration in its hay day. Now it only stands a relic of the old times.", Namorel would speak openly as he move forwards, his clawed fingers running gently over a ruined wall that lined the pathway forwards, the brickwork a pale comparison to what it was likely like years and years ago. Not it only stood to knee height and oft missed pieces either whole or partial at random points across the weakly standing structure.

The Namekian would ponder the Changeling, who seemed to be much, much larger than last time he had seen him, it was much like the first form he had seen from the being, but not small enough really to be the other form he had shown Namorel. It was a curious case that made the Namekian's mind wander some as he made his way up the steps and towards the entrance to the temple. He would beckon to Sickle to follow him inside to a location with proper seating rather than standing out in the open as if there was not somewhere nearby that the two could just as easily be comfortable.

Meanwhile the eight Warrior Clan Elites stood on a nearby ridge, watching over the Namekian Guru that was making his way into the Old Temple with a stranger to the planet without any apparent concern for his safety.

Namorel
Namekian
PL: 46,080
Trans:
Improved Power [x10]
PL: 115,500
WC: 510
WC: 510
TWC: 510
Active:
Heavy Weights [75%] PL: 11,520

Namorel would amusingly raise his brow at the Changeling, there seemed to be a modicum of calm to him for the time being, with any luck this attitude would pervade for the entire encounter this time, rather than breaking out into an unnecessary fight like last time... however, considering the people Namorel willingly associated himself with, this was likely not going to be the case. Either way, he would raise a hand, signaling to the elite guard to back off for now and relax.

"Don't mind them, they insist on following me everywhere I go, even if I do eclipse their powers more than tenfold at this point.", Namorel would respond to Sickle with a small laugh. Not bothering to take a proper seat, Namorel would levitate off the ground a matter of feet into the air, tucking his legs into each other as he crossed them. He pondered the Changeling for a short time, but dismissed any thoughts for now and would listen to Sickle as he spoke.

Namorel would tilt his head at the sight of two other balls, seems that Ayumu got the word back to Earth faster than the Namekian had hoped, but matters were as they were after all. "So you're hunting them down too?", Namorel asked in such a way to humor the Changeling. He would take a moment to process just which balls the lizard man had acquired so that Namorel could note which ones to be on the lookout for.

"You aren't the only one whose seeking them out Sickle. I've been scouring the planer myself to obtain the balls. So far I have a few to myself.", the Namekian would wave his hand at the balls Sickle wove between his fingers and pulling his own radar from his pocket. "I don't mind letting you have a wish if I am assisted in collecting the rest. I don't want the password spread too far and between others.", it was apparent that Namorel's mind had shifted to dealing with the Changeling rather than amusing him any further. The Namekian needed to use two of Porunga's wishes of his own, so if Sickle desired a single one, then a deal could easily be struck.

"I need two of the Dragon's wishes, both of which are for the better of the planet. Can we strike a deal here? I'll act as the summoner and assist in collecting for two of the three wishes. You can have the final wish to yourself.", Namorel's eyes locked unto Sickle's own and making it clear he meant official business. Patience was a tough matter to keep to oneself in conversations or situations as so, and Namorel was having enough trouble as it were keeping his own mind on track as he waited for the lizard man to make up his mind. He would also telepathically tell the guards to go back to the hut, informing them of his intent to bring the Changeling back with him at a later time.

Namorel
Namekian
PL: 46,080
Trans:
Improved Power [x10]
PL: 115,500
WC: 501
WC: 501
TWC: 1,011
Active:
Heavy Weights [75%] PL: 11,520

Namorel tilted his head curiously at the Changeling, his particular wish... or well the concept of it, intrigued Namorel some. To wish for some power beyond the ever reduced suppressions that he was limited to so far seemed like quite the point to aim for and Namorel in some capacity could understand that desire to assure one's power and growth beyond others, however his were not quite as selfish so to speak. Sickle did seem the sort to desire that personal and unwitting growth of might and capability though.

"For starters, I want to revive the child who was sitting Guru before myself. He was forced into the position at such a young age and died from the pressure of that among other complications. It is not a fate I would wish upon anyone.", Namorel spoke solemnly for a moment as he lowered his head, facing his lap quietly. Letting the moment of silence sink in before raising his head once more, a soft smile would cross his lips as he brought himself back to composure, ready to speak once more on the other wish he had in mind and was going to mention to the lizard man that sat before him

"On the other hand, I want to achieve proper immortality... I want to be able to evade death of all sorts so that I can continue in my aims and tasks unhindered by even the slightest risk. This is my most selfish desire.", Namorel spoke once more, dropping from the air and standing for a moment. He would step to the doorway of the Old Temple and beckon forth to the Changeling. "When you are ready, follow me. I'll show you where I have left my balls and which ones I have acquired. Once we have all seven we can get this done as quickly as possible.", Namorel continued to speak, hoping the lizard man would follow suit.

Namorel
Namekian
PL: 46,080
Trans:
Improved Power [x10]
PL: 115,500
WC: 320
WC: 320
TWC: 1,331
Active:
Heavy Weights [75%] PL: 11,520