Super Ultra Kami Guru Namorel
Full Member
105 posts 
Race: Namekian
Power Level: 82,500
Zeni: 12,500
Training Points: 11
Fighting Style: Distanced
Items: Heavy Training Weights
Capsule House
Dojo
Easter Egg (5% healing item)
Hoi-poi Capsule
Namekian Radar
90% Ally (Gadulka)
HM5-Gungnir
Transformations: Great Namek [x11]
Improved Power Namekian [x10] [9.5%]
Perks: Immortality
True Super Namekian Gene
Planet: Earth
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Post by Super Ultra Kami Guru Namorel on May 2, 2019 2:25:14 GMT
It had been over a year, the heavy oxygen of Namek's atmosphere bore down on Namorel as he took slow steps beyond the confinement of the ship. He had specifically asked Ayumu to land them close enough to the cliffs so that the Namekian could get to what he had in mind sooner.
Only once prior had he ever gotten to visit the Guru's hut, those years and years back were fraught with all manner of conflict. Namorel still remembered the Guru then as a warrior first, his mind set on protecting his people over anything else. He wondered if he was still alive actually, in those times word of someone passing was so common that even were it the Guru one may not realize it for so long after that fact.
Namorel took slow steps through the villages as he approached the towering cliff in the distance, assessing the houses of the various clansmen, many of them greeting him with a smile and generally nice attitudes. Life on Namek was simpler than that on Earth in all manner of ways, the sense of community alone was one factor that ensured many to feel at home so long as they did not show themselves as a proper threat to the planet or those that lived there.
He had come to miss the fields of Ajissa, the globular white huts of his people and the sweet scent of the various plants that were grown alongside the few that were native to Namek itself... everything about being home just invigorated him more and more. His mind went elsewhere long enough for him to not realize just how close to the cliff he had gotten.
With a quick moment to launch himself wistfully into the air, Namorel would ascend higher and higher. He would greet the current Warrior Clansmen at the entrance to the hut to the Guru with a nod, "I've returned from Earth after some time, I need to speak with the Guru.", is all Namorel would say to the Namekian. Just a nod passed across a wave of answers, but an air that concerned the lack of urgency... perhaps something was wrong Namorel was not aware of? He would take slow steps into the hut, his eyes scanning the larger building and rising himself up through the hole to the second floor to meet with he who Namorel was here to talk to and with any luck offer to take the stress off of their hands.
Namorel
Namekian
PL: 37,631
Trans:
N/A
PL: N/A
WC: N/A
WC: 416
TWC: 416
Active:
Heavy Weights [75%] PL: 9,408
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Ayumu Hope
Senior Member
390 posts
Race: Human
Power Level: 94,577
Zeni: 12,739
Training Points: 6
Fighting Style: Distanced
Items: Heavy Training Weights
Dragon Radar
Easter Egg (5% healing item)
Saiyan Warship + Speed Boost.
Gravity Machine x50
Transformations: Adrenaline Rush [x4]
Unleashed Potential [x13]
Perks: Instant Transmission Cooldown
June 11th (4th if 100k)
Planet: Earth
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Post by Ayumu Hope on May 2, 2019 2:43:16 GMT
It was then that a small namekian sat on the throne as a large set of guards had been placed in every corner of the room, a total of twenty four guards with each a respectable power, equipped in traditional gear as they held large spears in their hands as their backs were up against the walls.
The man himself, The grand elder Gadulka that was sitting infront of the Namekian that had entered at this point would show terror in his own eyes before then sighing contently, placing a small palm on his own torso as he would breathe carefully.
Taking in the information that was granted from so many years ago, the Namekian had always had a stunted growth, but when the previous elder had fallen and Gadulka had to take his place?
It was a cluster of nonsense that he just couldn't comprehend, why was he not going to appear again?
"Hello, i am the grand elder Gadulka... May i offer you a warm welcome on the planet of Namek... stranger? I have not seen you before during the coronation, especially as i thought that i had invited all for namek to see it years ago...
Gosh, i just can not hold my excitement to see more travellers arriving!" The namekian would speak with glee as he wagged his legs contently, one of the guards coughing suddenly as the namekian quieted down upon realizing.
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Super Ultra Kami Guru Namorel
Full Member
105 posts
Race: Namekian
Power Level: 82,500
Zeni: 12,500
Training Points: 11
Fighting Style: Distanced
Items: Heavy Training Weights
Capsule House
Dojo
Easter Egg (5% healing item)
Hoi-poi Capsule
Namekian Radar
90% Ally (Gadulka)
HM5-Gungnir
Transformations: Great Namek [x11]
Improved Power Namekian [x10] [9.5%]
Perks: Immortality
True Super Namekian Gene
Planet: Earth
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Post by Super Ultra Kami Guru Namorel on May 2, 2019 2:56:16 GMT
Namorel would smile softly and kneel to one knee for a moment as he came face to face with the current Grand Elder Guru. A much younger one than the Namekian had anticipated, perhaps then Namorel's worst fears were true. He would take a look around the room and acknowledge the guards as he rose back to his feet.
"My apologies for my sudden entrance, I am no stranger to my home... I once livid on one of the frontier villages. Often times word does not reach so far. However I see that my worst fears since leaving my home over a year ago have come true.", Namorel would say sadly as he took a long drawn breath. The young Namekian that sat happily and fearfully on the throne that once seated one of the greatest warriors Namek had seen in generations.
"They have you filling big shoes don't they?", the Namekian's voice would drop some as he stepped to the respectable distance from the Guru, tucking his hands into the pockets of his gi. He could easily read the room, knowing that the guards were awaiting something, but Namorel wouldn't linger on that thought for too long. "How fare matters on Namek? Judging by the presence of the elite guard, I fear things grow worse?", Namorel would follow up his first question passively, not wanting to put down too much for the child to respond to and so that he could get what information he needed before he made any suggestions towards relief of this anxious youngling.
Namorel
Namekian
PL: 37,631
Trans:
N/A
PL: N/A
WC: 000
WC: 258
TWC: 674
Active:
Heavy Weights [75%] PL: 9,408
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Ayumu Hope
Senior Member
390 posts
Race: Human
Power Level: 94,577
Zeni: 12,739
Training Points: 6
Fighting Style: Distanced
Items: Heavy Training Weights
Dragon Radar
Easter Egg (5% healing item)
Saiyan Warship + Speed Boost.
Gravity Machine x50
Transformations: Adrenaline Rush [x4]
Unleashed Potential [x13]
Perks: Instant Transmission Cooldown
June 11th (4th if 100k)
Planet: Earth
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Post by Ayumu Hope on May 2, 2019 3:04:10 GMT
As grand elder Gadulka sat there, unable to comprehend what was going on with the fear, his mouth opened softly before two gaurds would step forwards just in case, the approuch being one of defensive nature as the namekian leaned on the side of the giant chair as he would realize what was going on with them closing in.
His mouth opening and then slowly closing as he would try to comprehend what was going on, before coming to one realization, his energy flaring up with more and more power untill it settled down at a firm twenty five thousand as the namekian would suddenly speak with clarity.
"I see that you have visited me... A proud namekian will fill whatever shoes he is presented but above all they will make certain that the future of their people are prepared." As somebody else seemed to be inside of the namekian his head, somebody else was assisting on the situation as the man would slowly lean backwards into the large chair, the small figure which was barely able to compare to the guru's of the past as his smile would become one of plotting and energy.
"I am happy to be able to help! Although i do hope that many people will be happy with my rules... Although i am not certain on what i can do to help some other people in the world..." As one of the guards would then step forwards.
His large body attempting to impress the Namekian as he would speak in a clear voice.
"It seems that you have come for something, Your questions to the guru about how the situation must have grown worse can be met with a solid negative, while the old Guru has died during a tournament on earth, we forgive all." The young namekian nodding along with this statement.
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Super Ultra Kami Guru Namorel
Full Member
105 posts
Race: Namekian
Power Level: 82,500
Zeni: 12,500
Training Points: 11
Fighting Style: Distanced
Items: Heavy Training Weights
Capsule House
Dojo
Easter Egg (5% healing item)
Hoi-poi Capsule
Namekian Radar
90% Ally (Gadulka)
HM5-Gungnir
Transformations: Great Namek [x11]
Improved Power Namekian [x10] [9.5%]
Perks: Immortality
True Super Namekian Gene
Planet: Earth
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Post by Super Ultra Kami Guru Namorel on May 2, 2019 3:20:23 GMT
'A proud Namekian will fill whatever shoes he is presented but above all they will make certain that the future of their people are prepared', Namorel would grin and nod at this statement. For a kid with a modicum of fear rising over his frame. He carried power and hidden confidence about him, this Namorel noticed without issue. Calming his own ki, Namorel would close his eyes and focus around him, taking in the telepathic musings of all those on the planet, their worries and their hopes.
"Forgiveness only takes one so far... I remember the prior Elder, I also remember that specific tournament you refer to as I saw it first hand.", Namorel began to speak. His voice carried caution and frustration in it as he would not be looked down on and lied to like some paltry common child. "You know they are spreading to Earth as well, correct?", the Namekian's head would tilt to the side, a sardonic smirk rising over his lips and his brow quirking conspicuously.
Namorel knew full well, and he could feel full well that the Dark Clan was still indeed conspiring, planning and attacking as they pleased. "They, the Demons, the ones who cower in the dark. I don't know what names you give them here at the center of our society, but do you know what us Warriors on the frontiers call them? They are not misguided to be forgiven, they are threats... murderers, and our enemy. These words were passed to me by your predecessor.", Namorel's voice rose as frustration continued to rise in his core. He aimed his words at the Grand Elder, however young he may be, there was much he clearly did not consider or know. Namorel's hand would pull from his pocket and clench before relaxing. His body quaked then drew to a calm, his anger almost pushing him to show the elite what a truly tried and tested warrior looked like.
"Are we going to push what exists under the rug like some paltry toy? They are there and they are on Earth. We are not safe if we just sit back and ignore them, they WILL come. What good are your rules and help then Guru?", the Namekian would turn his back on the others for a moment to take a deep breath, anger flush in his face and calming slowly. He didn't care if they would respond at this point, this was not the Namek he remembered leaving... this was not the Namek he hoped to come home to. This Namek was worse off than the most calm cities on Earth.
Namorel
Namekian
PL: 37,631
Trans:
N/A
PL: N/A
WC: 000
WC: 438
TWC: 1,112
Active:
Heavy Weights [75%] PL: 9,408
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Ayumu Hope
Senior Member
390 posts
Race: Human
Power Level: 94,577
Zeni: 12,739
Training Points: 6
Fighting Style: Distanced
Items: Heavy Training Weights
Dragon Radar
Easter Egg (5% healing item)
Saiyan Warship + Speed Boost.
Gravity Machine x50
Transformations: Adrenaline Rush [x4]
Unleashed Potential [x13]
Perks: Instant Transmission Cooldown
June 11th (4th if 100k)
Planet: Earth
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Post by Ayumu Hope on May 2, 2019 3:26:39 GMT
As the guru stood there listening to the words that were spouted, fear was always a factor in the world that was brought to attention, yet at this point there was not much that the child could do except let him vent as much as possible before gazing down at the floor with the mumbling of a soft 'Sorry.' as the kid would step of the seat and walk towards another room with a soft tug on the sleeve of the Namekian his pants to cause him to follow.
Some of the gaurds wanted to follow, but they didn't as the Guru would bring himself to walk towards a small passage that went downwards, underneath the house of the Guru and into a small collection of beautifull hallways that were lit by small candles kept eternally ablaze. "There are many excuses that can be made for the people that end up being pushed into the corners, but as the wars have raged and we as namekians are brought to the front of society..."
The small Namekian would stop infront of a large collection of statues, each a namekian that had a meaning in a life that was lost, some of them from clans that were extinct at this point as the child would carefully think on how to word everything, on how to make sure that nothing went wrong.
"Namekians can get corrupt, We have seen people gone dark and start murdering within mere seconds and what good did that do? we just created more suffering. Yet what you seem to suggest is some kind of war on the people who hide in the depths of our bowels, the fighters that once served us under an unified flag before the corruptive influences of power. What is your idea at this point on how to solve this?" He would ask, drawing for information on this Namekian as he would shake his head lightly.
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Super Ultra Kami Guru Namorel
Full Member
105 posts
Race: Namekian
Power Level: 82,500
Zeni: 12,500
Training Points: 11
Fighting Style: Distanced
Items: Heavy Training Weights
Capsule House
Dojo
Easter Egg (5% healing item)
Hoi-poi Capsule
Namekian Radar
90% Ally (Gadulka)
HM5-Gungnir
Transformations: Great Namek [x11]
Improved Power Namekian [x10] [9.5%]
Perks: Immortality
True Super Namekian Gene
Planet: Earth
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Post by Super Ultra Kami Guru Namorel on May 2, 2019 3:43:28 GMT
Namorel's ear would perk as the young Guru spoke, a quiet 'sorry'. This calmed Namorel for a moment, the Namekian turning back towards the younger Namekian, only then realizing his departure from the seat and beckoning of Namorel to follow. Without hesitation the Namekian would follow the Guru into the halls, memorials to those fallen and clans long lost to time and conflict.
Speaking of conflict and corruption once more, the young Guru seemed to be taking his stance, a bias towards those that faltered and no direct conflict with those who did so as a clan rather than an individual. The thought bothered Namorel some, knowing full well that there was more to it than simply Namekians going rogue and attempting to slaughter as many on the surface as possible.
"You know it as well as I, those that let power corrupt them are not the cause of our largest problems. Do we want Namek to become like Sadala, or like Earth so many hundreds of years ago? Sure, there will be the occasional individual who causes havoc and lets their power go to their head. However, it is not the same when hundreds... possibly thousands under the banner a banner bent on chaos start living inside out planet and bringing further conflict home.", Namorel would begin to speak... taking a soft breath to calm himself before stretching lightly... glancing around and recognizing some of the statues. He would take a series of steps towards one that stood out in particular. "What did I miss while I was gone? I still remember our days training in the school...", he would mutter softly, tracing a hand over the statue of a dear, lost friend.
'What is your idea at this point on how to solve this?', a question Namorel had been pondering for months... years even to find this solution. Turning back to the young guru, glancing down at his small stature Namorel would begin to speak, "Is it not clear? In times of dire cause we have always clawed our way back to the top. Be they ecological disaster or conflict of a greater sense. It lies in those of us who take the initiative to change things as it is. We cannot reform the Dark Clan as we are... hell I doubt we can at all. What we can do, however, is organize... we can prepare and evolve. Namek has stagnated for what feels like generations, nothing changing or improving... if not only getting worse." The Namekian's hand rose to his face, pinching the bridge of his nose for a moment and breaking from his speech.
"I know what I want to try and do for our home, but I must ask as a retort, what have you done... not only for our people, but for our Planet on a galactic level?", Namorel queried, turning the question back on the young Guru with a dry tone to his voice.
Namorel
Namekian
PL: 37,631
Trans:
N/A
PL: N/A
WC: 000
WC: 491
TWC: 1,603
Active:
Heavy Weights [75%] PL: 9,408
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Ayumu Hope
Senior Member
390 posts
Race: Human
Power Level: 94,577
Zeni: 12,739
Training Points: 6
Fighting Style: Distanced
Items: Heavy Training Weights
Dragon Radar
Easter Egg (5% healing item)
Saiyan Warship + Speed Boost.
Gravity Machine x50
Transformations: Adrenaline Rush [x4]
Unleashed Potential [x13]
Perks: Instant Transmission Cooldown
June 11th (4th if 100k)
Planet: Earth
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Post by Ayumu Hope on May 2, 2019 3:50:07 GMT
The namekian would simply nod a few times as he would lean back against the wall as he could see a small amount of purple blood between his own four fingers as he carefully moved it with the sickly sticky sensation spreading as he spread his fingers before wiping it off the wall before taking a few steps forwards.
"The lives of the namekians that you are thinking off have all fought in defensive wars and battles with great concern as i have to admit that i was unable to do much on the grand scale of things, except for extend the deadline we have before something large starts to fall apart.
Somebody had to take the knowledge of the dragonballs, the books and keep them from being set ablaze and turned into old forgotten chapters." The young namekian was obviously in over his own head as the person would then start to move forwards with little intention to seem impressive.
A child's pace as he would move forwards with little to no concern as the knowledge that came from the other guru in his own mind let him know a few more things as he would then say with a smile.
"Tell me about your plans if you could, tell me about the plans that you consider to great that they should be able to solve all our problems and what the future can offer us, please do tell me."
WC:241
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Super Ultra Kami Guru Namorel
Full Member
105 posts
Race: Namekian
Power Level: 82,500
Zeni: 12,500
Training Points: 11
Fighting Style: Distanced
Items: Heavy Training Weights
Capsule House
Dojo
Easter Egg (5% healing item)
Hoi-poi Capsule
Namekian Radar
90% Ally (Gadulka)
HM5-Gungnir
Transformations: Great Namek [x11]
Improved Power Namekian [x10] [9.5%]
Perks: Immortality
True Super Namekian Gene
Planet: Earth
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Post by Super Ultra Kami Guru Namorel on May 2, 2019 4:08:31 GMT
"We are not alone, I have met plenty on Earth who can come to our aid... the guardian himself, their god is who brought me back home so I could talk with you.", Namorel would begin to speak softly, raising his hand and pressing it against the young Guru's head. Filling the mind of the child Namekian with the days and weeks he had spent on Earth. Those he had met and promised the safety and security of all with. "I am one of many who aim to defend the galaxy, one planet at a time.", the Namekian continued, bringing his hand back to himself slowly. He hoped that the young Guru understood the brevity of what he spoke of.
"Namek can grow, we can compete with or even be better than how Earth or Sadala are. Yes we will have to grow past the lessons of old and integrate them into what will come. I want us to be able to decide for ourselves and not look like a backwards plant to those on the grander scale. Presentation is just as important as a guaranteed protection., Namorel smiled softly as he outlined the basics of his plan, hoping the young Guru could keep up. Pulling a capsule from his pocket, Namorel opened it to reveal a series of papers, all rolled or bound together. "We will need schools for the young, regardless of clan... academies for both major groups and more, there are some Namekians who wish not to be constrained by the limits of our clans after all. And we will need a standing army, not limited to the Warrior Clansmen, and open to all who wish to defend. Namek needs more structure.", Namorel continued, offering some of the papers to the young Guru, many detailing city maps, and manifestos for alteration of the existing infrastructure of Namek. These were the fruits of Namorel;s labor, but was it a task the current leadership was ready to take on their own?
Regardless, Namorel was ready to do so on his own. Resting his hand in his pocket once more, holding the excess papers in his free hand, he would patiently wait to hear from the Namekian child, just on his thoughts of it all and were he ready for that responsibility. He seemed one foot in his grave just from Namek as it is, would a greater focus on society as a whole harm the developing child further than it should?
Namorel
Namekian
PL: 37,631
Trans:
N/A
PL: N/A
WC: 000
WC: 413
TWC: 2,016
Active:
Heavy Weights [75%] PL: 9,408
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Ayumu Hope
Senior Member
390 posts
Race: Human
Power Level: 94,577
Zeni: 12,739
Training Points: 6
Fighting Style: Distanced
Items: Heavy Training Weights
Dragon Radar
Easter Egg (5% healing item)
Saiyan Warship + Speed Boost.
Gravity Machine x50
Transformations: Adrenaline Rush [x4]
Unleashed Potential [x13]
Perks: Instant Transmission Cooldown
June 11th (4th if 100k)
Planet: Earth
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Post by Ayumu Hope on May 2, 2019 4:15:55 GMT
As the kid looked towards all the papers, he would just shake his head patiently before then walking towards one of the statues as he manifested a small collection of clay from the ground itself as it was tossed towards the person called Namorel.
His smile having grown darker as Namorel would be able to see something missing from the back of the namekian.
"Life opens many special occasions and special moments, but i am going to ask you to use..." Knowing that it wasn't a beautifull moment at this point in time, that there was much that had to be discussed.
The Namekian tried to figure out how to correctly answer all this as he then spoke with a firm smile. "Please read my mind, read whatever information is needed to create a copy of the dragon." in an almost hurried tone, the namekian spoke as the clay was infused with energy.
An endless source of energy was needed when the subject wasn't a namekian, yet to namekians it would always call them out, constantly surging outwards and bringing forwards a potential that wasn't in the books for any moment in the future.
Yet while the kid asked the Namekian that was on visit to him, that wanted to replace him to create a copy of Porunga with the balls that were covered in dust slowly being dusted off as the kid was seemingly hurrying more and more before stumbling onto the ground.
A thick, sickly purple liquid striking the ground as the kid would not forgive namorel if he were to come over with eyes of determination.
"Life opens up many doors Namorel boy, But remember that it is the eyes of a kid that the guru has taken when he forced fusion, so i am taking his body at this point as the preservation is starting to lose effect.
That's all that i can say on this subject, so please remember to read the right memories and not dwell too deeply."
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Super Ultra Kami Guru Namorel
Full Member
105 posts
Race: Namekian
Power Level: 82,500
Zeni: 12,500
Training Points: 11
Fighting Style: Distanced
Items: Heavy Training Weights
Capsule House
Dojo
Easter Egg (5% healing item)
Hoi-poi Capsule
Namekian Radar
90% Ally (Gadulka)
HM5-Gungnir
Transformations: Great Namek [x11]
Improved Power Namekian [x10] [9.5%]
Perks: Immortality
True Super Namekian Gene
Planet: Earth
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Post by Super Ultra Kami Guru Namorel on May 2, 2019 5:16:01 GMT
Namorel would tilt his head curiously at the young Guru for a moment before comprehension flashed across his face and for a moment he would nod as he listened. It seemed there was more to it all that bothered the younger Namekian as for his position and all that came with it, beyond just that of his age. The clay was was presented to Namorel pulsated, a soft hum of energy emanating from it that was unlike that of any being Namorel had encountered.
His task was to mold this into the shape of Porunga, the dragon held firmly within the balls. "They've been mostly inactive since you took the seat haven't they?", Namorel would ask telepathically as his hands came to rest on the muddled earth pulsating ever so with light as he ran his clawed fingers deep into the clay, letting his own energy lace with it. "Earth's balls were used not all too long ago even... I was not present to see the dragon at the time, but all the telltale signs pointed to it at the time.", Namorel would persist to chat telepathically with the young guru as probed deep into the younger Namekian's mind little by little.
He saw many memories that struck at him and others that left him dumbfounded, but he continued, grasping every detail of the dragon he could as he tugged and molded at the clay with his eyes closed, letting what he saw guide his creation. "It can't be an easy task, I noticed the blood... it's wearing away at your isn't it? It may not be my place to comment, but you can't let it put you down. No matter what grasp you hold the weight will either tug or give way... it depends on how you push back.", the Namekian parted what little words of 'wisdom' he had, keeping his eyes on the vitals of the Guru's ki, hoping not to feel it wane in the slightest.
He would open his eyes long enough to focus on the detail of the dragon's chest and scales, his claws digging in carefully and pressing heated ki in locations to preserve their shape once completed. It was not in anyway an easy task as unlike what he had heard of the Earth's dragon, Porunga was... different to say the absolute least. A quite hum would emanate from Namorel's throat as he worked on the final details in the clay, making sure he reached a point of satisfaction with the shapes and mold before offering what he could manage as his completed point.
Namorel
Namekian
PL: 37,631
Trans:
N/A
PL: N/A
WC: 000
WC: 431
TWC: 2,447
Active:
Heavy Weights [75%] PL: 9,408
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Ayumu Hope
Senior Member
390 posts
Race: Human
Power Level: 94,577
Zeni: 12,739
Training Points: 6
Fighting Style: Distanced
Items: Heavy Training Weights
Dragon Radar
Easter Egg (5% healing item)
Saiyan Warship + Speed Boost.
Gravity Machine x50
Transformations: Adrenaline Rush [x4]
Unleashed Potential [x13]
Perks: Instant Transmission Cooldown
June 11th (4th if 100k)
Planet: Earth
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Post by Ayumu Hope on May 2, 2019 14:00:41 GMT
As the Guru looked at the work that was being put in, he couldn't help but feel that he had been giving up a bit too early as he shook his own head contently before then nodding quietly.
'As the guru i can give you a few messages, keep working on the dragon while i set this up...' As he traced over the greyed out balls with a chuckle, sending the memory that these were the original balls that they were based on, something that Namorel had to make soon after as the Namekian would close his eyes and then open them carefully, seeing that everything was once again purple which was solved by a few blinks. 'There are a few sparks on namek who have been growing stronger and beautifull, have you ever taken the time to sit on guru his seat and let it all be taken in?' The guru would lean against a statue at this point as he had gotten closer, putting his own lifeforce into Namorel to sustain him during this exhausting expierience of making the large dragonballs and the dragon statue that was needed for the ritual.
'There are a few 'heroes' on namek, could you do your best to not be too harsh on them when this is all over?' The namekian would speak mentally, having shifted his entire conversation to be happening in the mind as he then closed his eyes softly. 'I already read your mind the moment i came in anyway, you stubborn loyalist to our planet...' The wounded namekian laughing contently.
WC:262
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Super Ultra Kami Guru Namorel
Full Member
105 posts
Race: Namekian
Power Level: 82,500
Zeni: 12,500
Training Points: 11
Fighting Style: Distanced
Items: Heavy Training Weights
Capsule House
Dojo
Easter Egg (5% healing item)
Hoi-poi Capsule
Namekian Radar
90% Ally (Gadulka)
HM5-Gungnir
Transformations: Great Namek [x11]
Improved Power Namekian [x10] [9.5%]
Perks: Immortality
True Super Namekian Gene
Planet: Earth
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Post by Super Ultra Kami Guru Namorel on May 2, 2019 15:14:38 GMT
Namorel's focus was locked on the statuette in his hands, the stone like material taking an ever so powerful form once the clay had settled and the heat of his ki rested against it. He had grown rather content with the finer details around the back and tail of the rather buff dragon, although he felt perhaps he had not put enough attention into the horns. Not wanting his concern or hubris to be his distraction at the time however he let this concern sit.
Namorel's eyes would move to the large spherical stones that were more or less collecting dust down here in what amounted to a catacombs... it was almost poetic even. "It really had been that long then, I see.", Namorel's thoughts echoed absent mindedly. Knowing full well what his next task at hand was, the Namekian would focus his ki into the figurine of the dragon Porunga, gathering the energy before himself as he had seen in the child's mind prior. Closing his eyes he would see each ball, one by one in its splendor. The orange hue shone brightly with the deep red stars resting inside, visible as they were on all sides.
Weaving his ki, shaping these balls out, their size substantially larger than the ones he had been show scales of on Earth, it was almost dumbfounding really. Namorel would continue listening to the young Guru, nodding quietly, but a soft frown creased the Namekian's lips as he felt something was wrong with the young Guru... more so than he had anticipated prior.
Namorel could not quite put his finger on it, but he could tell something was going to happen and it was going to happen soon, he knew he should have stolen one of the beans from the tower before they left, but Ayumu wouldn't let him off the lookout that day before for whatever reason.
Namorel
Namekian
PL: 37,631
Trans:
N/A
PL: N/A
WC: 000
WC: 315
TWC: 2,762
Active:
Heavy Weights [75%] PL: 9,408
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Ayumu Hope
Senior Member
390 posts
Race: Human
Power Level: 94,577
Zeni: 12,739
Training Points: 6
Fighting Style: Distanced
Items: Heavy Training Weights
Dragon Radar
Easter Egg (5% healing item)
Saiyan Warship + Speed Boost.
Gravity Machine x50
Transformations: Adrenaline Rush [x4]
Unleashed Potential [x13]
Perks: Instant Transmission Cooldown
June 11th (4th if 100k)
Planet: Earth
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Post by Ayumu Hope on May 2, 2019 15:21:10 GMT
As the buff dragon was being made, The namekian would then notice that the large spherical balls that were once grew were starting to regain their colours, the balls on the other ends of the planet starting to become inactive as the controll started to shift and be manipulated, the namekian simply groaning a few times as he would attempt to put in more and more energy for the other person to use as he would lean back against a wall with his face showing a comforting smile.
Falling over as he was showing his open back with half of his lungs missing, the rest of the organs all seemingly scraped out as he was artificially kept alive before then leaning back against a wall as he would think to himself for the final challenge, there was many things that he could say.
But at this point he just wrote a few letters using Ajissa tree sap turned into ink along with papers made from manipulating and weaving a flat surface from the leaves. "If i am going to move on the position, can you please hand this letter towards a person called Hikaru?" Giving a small amount of energy towards the Namekian to track her by.
"It just speaks of how i have passed on my baton towards the new future but above all, there are many more people on this planet who will need to learn about the new guru and some wish to intervene in this scenario... Can you promise me that you will do this?" As he held back the finishing line of establishing everything. "Can you promise to me that you will try to improve Namek, that you will make it a peacefull home and listen to your people when they complain." His eyes showing worry as he was putting in as much effort as he could.
But time was ticking, Time was indeed ticking quietly for the little namekian who lacked almost all of his torso organs but had his own energy keeping him alive for god knows how long.
WC:346
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Super Ultra Kami Guru Namorel
Full Member
105 posts
Race: Namekian
Power Level: 82,500
Zeni: 12,500
Training Points: 11
Fighting Style: Distanced
Items: Heavy Training Weights
Capsule House
Dojo
Easter Egg (5% healing item)
Hoi-poi Capsule
Namekian Radar
90% Ally (Gadulka)
HM5-Gungnir
Transformations: Great Namek [x11]
Improved Power Namekian [x10] [9.5%]
Perks: Immortality
True Super Namekian Gene
Planet: Earth
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Post by Super Ultra Kami Guru Namorel on May 2, 2019 15:37:53 GMT
Namorel's eyes would open as the balls began to come to, the remnants of the process far less complex than the initial start of it. His eyes would turn to the tiny Guru once more, he felt his energy waning substantially, it was only at this cursory glance that Namorel would notice exactly the reason for this matter, appalled by the state the young Namekian was in, essentially dying on the spot.
"I think I understand now...", Namorel whispered to himself as he considered the statements the young Guru had made prior. The brevity of it all piling up without a peak so it seemed, every final ounce of his life force going into what little more he could do for the planet as it is. It seemed that the Dragon Balls were just the first step though. Namorel would soon be handed a letter with a request to find a being by the name 'Hikaru' and pass it along to them.
"For the sake of those on it and the dafety of the planet itself, you have my word. I only want to see my home... our home improve, however I need to go about that for the betterment of all I will.", Namorel responded softly to the young Guru, taking the letter in fold and resting it in a stack with the papers from prior, binding it on top and returning them to the capsule from which they originated.
Namorel
Namekian
PL: 37,631
Trans:
N/A
PL: N/A
WC: 000
WC: 241
TWC: 3,003
Active:
Heavy Weights [75%] PL: 9,408
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