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Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

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Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

It may be persistence as Viral claimed and that was fine, Vegeta needed some way to get the Beastman to talk. Even now after opening up somewhat there was a large degree of reluctance in the conversation and it was hard to say whether he'd get the full story or not. "Changed unwillingly...?" he repeated, frowning as he listened to the rest of the explanation. Something sounded very off about all of this, in fact it shouldn't even be possible. Heightened aggression, a forced transformation, what could have been in that mixture? It almost sounded like hormones or some combination of that and drugs to send Viral into a frenzy, not totally implausible given the nature of his changes before. "So it wasn't of your own volition, that's good. It means that all of the work we did was in fact effective," Vegeta uttered thoughtfully, leaning back in his seat and rubbing at his chin, "I'm... Sorry you had to go through that, but it's good that it turned out for the best. Seeing as we have the man in custody I can learn more about it, develop preventative measures perhaps. But you only need to know that it wasn't your fault, you were manipulated by the scientist and that solution. I know that may not absolve guilt entirely but it's the truth."

Fighting Elites? Easy. Getting in a brawl with some scumbags back on Earth? That was child's play, he'd done it more times than he could count. This type of fighting was something he'd never really get used to however and it showed as he scrambled about, desperate to avoid being tackled. Despite himself Takeshi couldn't help but laugh all the while, barely managing to keep ahead of Shu. His slight lead vanished when the younger boy went to all fours and promptly was tackled to the ground, breaking free once again. "You have to catch me to fight! And you aren't catching me again squirt!" he shouted, laughing as he darted off again. A glance over his shoulder and he saw Shu leap for him, to which Takeshi jumped up and over him to avoid. Feeling pretty tricky after that he grinned with satisfaction, wagging his rear again and going to take off... Only to slip on his own feet and face plant on the mats. Feeling Shu grab his legs then he groaned and tried to crawl away, ending up dragging his brother along. "Noooo, he's got my legs!" he laughed, looking back and playfully pushing at Shu's head, "He's going to eat my legs!"

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

Just want to make sure before I get a post in. Shy, you still not posting? And Rumple still gonna be a bit?

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

"Which is part of the reason we agreed to be the ones to undertake the mission. We considered what Korian might do if he'd been the one to come here," Vegeta nodded in agreement, figuring by now that was an obvious point. Much as he tried to separate himself from other Saiyans the man was still one of them, he had tendencies that showed as much. Compared to himself or one of the others, Saiyans raised on Earth, he was prone to violence and anger just as any of them were. Simply put Korian wasn't much better than some Elites, and while he fought for a just cause his methods could sometimes be questionable. Vegeta meant to go and cook now yet found himself unable to leave in good conscience, not after seeing Viral's distant look. The signs were too much to ignore and he had to bring it to attention, unsurprisingly getting a begrudging acknowledgement from his brother.

"I'm not concerned about that, I want to know how it happened. If it was randomly triggered then it means the therapy was a failure and we have to try something else. Unless you changed willingly?" There was a look, one that told him that wasn't the case. Furrowing his brow Vegeta took a seat across from Viral, folding his hands on the table and letting out a sigh. "We'll not get into what your job is, that's not the discussion. If you changed we need to know about it. Or if you don't want to talk to father, I need to know about it," Vegeta explained, moving his hands into his lap and glancing at the table top. For a moment he seemed to stare at it in silence, pursing his lips before letting out another sigh. "Look... I know I've been, distant and seem dismissive lately. Or for a long while actually. I don't want you to take that the wrong way, I don't want you to think I resent you, it's quite the opposite," he explained, looking away as his face turned a light pink, "I'm... Concerned. Call you my friend, my brother, whatever we are, I'm concerned and I have been. I'm not as... Adept as Yumi when it comes to this kind of thing, but my expertise can help whatever you're dealing with. Probably. So talk to me."

Takeshi had figured his brother was all giddy about this, but not that giddy! He'd barely even gotten comfortable before he was tackled, rolling around with Shu and managing to finally fend him off. It was all in good fun though and he figured he'd play along, taunting the younger boy before starting to run around him. "Always go huh? No wonder you're so hyper!" he laughed, grinning as he kept well ahead of his brother. Heh, so he was faster after all! Sticking out his tongue tauntingly Takeshi laughed again, then quickly let out a surprised yelp as Shu gained on him on all fours. Trying to be swift and step to the side to avoid being tackled he only tripped himself up, getting knocked down and again nearly pinned by Shu. Laughing all the while the older boy tried to roll him over, and once he did he attempted to crawl away, scrambling to put distance between him and Shu. "Gotta do better than that!"

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

"Well I definitely wouldn't eat off of them, that's for sure. Then again I doubt I'd eat off of anyone's feet... They'd be all sweaty and gross..." Just thinking about it made him cringe, resisting the urge to gag as well. Best to get off that topic before he started feeling nauseous and can't play with Shu. Much as the two of them were looking forward to goofing off Takeshi knew too they were ignoring something important here, and whether it was due to lack of knowledge or discomfort they were dancing around the subject once again. "Well I guess that's what the training is for yeah? And you've done loads of stuff that's been hard. You learned to fly, you learned to use Ki, this is kinda the same thing, you know? You'll get it buddy, even if it takes a bit."

There was no denying the fact that Viral was worn out from today, the way he spoke in a sluggish manner coupled with his expression said as much. Rather than call him out though Vegeta was giving him a chance to admit it and accept he might need some extra help. Slim chance of it happening, but he wanted to give his brother the opportunity. "Aside from a common enemy we've little to do with the rebels though. If they wanted a say in what happens to the Beastmen then they would have gotten them themselves," Vegeta remarked, "No, they have no say in what happens after this. So long as the Uuonians themselves welcome these people that's all we need. Their fate is in their own hands, or ours if need be, but not the rebels. And certainly not Korian's."

Vegeta furrowed his brow at the mongrel comment as he tried to put meaning behind it. Was he saying the child was lowly, or did he smell off somehow? An examination should be able to answer that but he wasn't terribly keen on forcing a young child to go through those sorts of tests. "Well... There must be some explanation, I'm sure we'll learn about what it is eventually," he commented, shrugging as they entered the dining hall. That would come later, for the time being they would focus on getting Viral some food. Viral's confusion as to his own hunger however made Vegeta give him a perplexed look, wondering just how truly out of it he was from today's ordeal. Frowning disconcertingly he stood before the table where his brother sat, placing one hand on top and leaning down, seeming to scrutinize Viral's face. "Did you... Change while you were down there?" Vegeta asked suddenly, "You seem fatigued. Given the sunlight on that planet you shouldn't have been denied power, yet you seem burned out."

A nice padded training room should do wonders for their mock-fighting. Even though it was play too Takeshi couldn't help but try and compete with his brother, threatening to beat him even at some silly wrestling match. Smirking when Shu tried to deny him he opened his mouth to shoot something back, instead yelping when Shu threw himself forward abruptly. Being grabbed by the shirt the older boy could do little as he was tripped up and tumbled onto the mat, laughing as the two of them hit the ground and rolled. "H-Hey, I didn't even say go!" he shouted, managing to pry Shu's hands off of himself and roll away. "That's not gonna happen again, you caught me off guard," Takeshi said as he turned around, grinning and wagging his rear at his brother, "Come and get me if you can Shu! Betcha can't!" he added with a laugh, starting to run in a circle around his sibling.

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

"Walk in goo? But that would feel so gross between your toes..." Takeshi bemoaned, frowning as he cringed inwardly, "And all that dirt... There could be bugs, or even worse, crap. And I'd rather scrape that stuff off my shoes than the bottom of my foot, you know?" Sometimes it was okay to not wear shoes, like when you were bathing, or at the beach. The times where it was okay though were far and few between, normally things were so disgusting Takeshi would never dream of forgoing shoes. Maybe while they were having their little fight though he could take them off, even if it meant trying to move around in socks. Noticing just how overly excited Shu was about everything the older boy couldn't help but comment and wonder how in the hell anyone could be so hyperactive. "Oh yeah, I guess that's true huh? I told you that you'd be fine buddy, didn't I? And no it's all okay, it's more than okay. It's awesome that you're happy," he answered with a thumbs up, smirking proudly, "And we'll keep working at it, right? You won't have to worry about changing anymore."

There went Viral groaning again, he'd brought it up. Vegeta only wanted to make it abundantly clear that there was very little likelihood of his needing to be involved with the Beastmen just yet, given their father's experience and the number of medical personnel they now had. "Feeling alienated for being different is understandable. Seeming to be wholly detached from their current situation is another matter," he pointed out, glancing again at Viral as he spoke. There it was again, eyes unfocused and appearing to look at nothing in particular. Just how much energy had he expended on the ground? What had happened? "If anyone's assigning them jobs it won't be us. Nor do I expect we'll be telling them to limit themselves. We'd rather encourage growth, not stifle it," Vegeta explained before letting out a sigh, "I don't doubt you're wrong there either. Knowing Korian he'll try to put a watch over them every moment of the day. I'd like to bring them with us if that's the case, but we should see what it is they want. After being stuck in that facility they may wish to live out in the open, on a new world. Or they may prefer the familiarity of the ship, hard to say. We'll leave that decision to them."

"At any rate that's not a decision we can make just yet. There's more than we anticipated, and if I'm not mistaken I saw a child as well. After clearing them medically we'll have to speak with them and see if they know what they want for themselves." Given their limited life experiences it would more likely fall to others to decide, and while Vegeta loathed to dictate someone else's life he felt they were far better for that than Korian or the rebels. "How's your hunger been lately? Have anything of an appetite?" Vegeta asked, glancing back as they walked into the dining hall, "Since we only just left Uuonoe our stock is good, there's a wide choice of foods. Anything in particular you'd like?"

Here was the training room they'd be using, complete with some nice spongy mats on the floor if they ended up rolling around. Takeshi glanced around at the machines and moved about to make a little more space. Once enough was clear for them he kicked off his boots and grinned at Shu, walking over to the mats and waving him over. "Come on buddy, if we're going to wrestle then let's wrestle," he called, crouching down slightly, "I'm going to kick your butt, just so you know. No way am I gonna lose to a little squirt like you."

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

"Wha... Hey, wearing shoes is comfier than not wearing them, you know! You like no shoes, I like shoes, that's just how it is," Takeshi said defensively, puffing up a bit at that comment. His brother didn't skip a beat and kept on bouncing around like a little maniac, way too overexcited for what they were doing here. "It's a ways off, I don't know how long either. We'll get there though and that's all that matters right?" Not to train on his brother's parade but they had gone off in the wrong direction seeing as they were passing some living quarters now. Giving Shu a prod on the forehead he directed him the other way, smiling amused as he just kept on bouncing. "Jeez squirt, you're not gonna have any energy left for playing, you know?" Takeshi laughed, having to pick up the pace to stay alongside Shu, "You really that excited for play time?"

"Well empirical data usually helps me come to the best conclusions," Vegeta said with a shrug, "But I suppose they're not always completely correct. None of them appeared to need immediate attention in the hangar and I'm sure if any of you noticed anything we would have been told. More likely than not they're simply confused right now." As anyone would be when thrown into a new setting as they were. The fact they were heading directly to Uuonoe gave little chance for acclimating to the ship, the planet was only going to dishevel them further. "You contradicted yourself. Fifteen more of you, yet they could be vastly different or advanced, as you say. Just pointing that out. As for handling them I don't imagine there's going to be much problem in that regard. Father seems to do well with people, though recent events might suggest otherwise," Vegeta mused, recalling the spat with Krom back on Uuonoe a few days prior, "They seemed... Distant, even more than they were lost. Almost as if they were simply shambling along in life. Someone like that probably lacks the will to try and fight, or the confidence. As sad as it is to say I think they're simply husks for the time being until they learn to appreciate what opportunities they have."

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

Hard to say what brought about such a sudden change in Shu, but if the little guy was happy now then who was he to complain? Not that Takeshi really could at the moment as he was focused on not getting his arm yanked from its socket by Shu. Stumbling along after his brother the older boy grinned and let out a laugh, "Easy there squirt, we haven't even started and you're already bouncing all over the place! You're so crazy sometimes!" Steak and fruit, now there was a pretty decent sounding meal! "Hell yeah, I bet we've got loads of that. After we finish playing I'll cook us up plenty of good food, then we can go take a nap. By the time we wake up we'll probably be back on Uuonoe!" Takeshi didn't particularly care for a nap as he was far from tired, not to mention he was curious about the Beastmen, but Shu took precedence. They would be around later if he really wanted to go and see some of them. Easing up the tugging Takeshi brought Shu to a halt, smirking as he reached out and prodded his brother's forehead with two fingers. "Alright, hang on a second Shu. We want to play fight yeah? We should probably go to one of the training rooms then, which are that way," he explained with a thumb over the shoulder, "So lead the way buddy!"

"Well... Realistically I'll only be called away for an absolute emergency. Father's expertise far exceeds my own still and the doctors with him should be more than capable of assisting him. No, I don't imagine I'll be called away at all now that I consider it," Vegeta mused, sounding a bit dismissive of the notion entirely. Chances were unless it was a life or death situation he'd simply pass the job onto someone else, he needed to sit down with Viral and get this report; his friend's health was a subject of conversation quite frequently and now was a good a time as any to get a proper look at how it was progressing. "I see... So you breached the facility, dispatched the Elites and rescued the Beastmen. "We didn't expect much resistance on the world, being as isolated as it is. Hearing some Elites were present is a bit of a surprise but clearly there isn't much cause for concern." Without another word Vegeta briefly glanced at Viral, seeming to stare for a moment before looking away silently. There was some fatigue on Viral's face, had he done the majority of the fighting? Everyone else seemed fine so it was possible, then again considering Takeshi's penchant for charging in, and Yumi's unwillingness to let Viral endanger himself he doubted it. "Well then, we'll have to keep them out of Korian's jurisdiction won't we? Appeal directly to the locals and ask for some kind of shelter for them, we'll circumvent having to deal with that... Man, and provide for them all the same. I think we've got just as much pull as he does."

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

"If you can repair yourself then why'd we find Norman before?" Ethan asked, smirking as he questioned Cecil. Reaching up he gave his friend a pat on the arm, turning his body in his seat to better face him. "If anyone here is sick or hurt we help them first, got it? We go out of our way to help people we don't even know, of course we're going to help our friends too." With how afraid Cecil was earlier it didn't seem likely that he was as fine as he claimed to be. Honestly most everyone was shaken up from today, it just happened the Machina had freaked out more than anyone else. Ignoring all of that because he said he was fine was just out of the question here.

"We leave as soon as possible, which means we're waiting on you," Nymira answered as she scrutinized Zander, "I know you're tired, we all are, but we must keep moving. As soon as we're a ways from this place I imagine we'll be taking a break, we can rest then." If the healer was accustomed to a cushy lifestyle before this then he was going to be in for a rude awakening. As she understood the situation he was traveling himself, yet he likely didn't have remotely the same hardships they did. Today was more hectic than usual but it was a good representation of their journey thus far, she thought. If they survived today's ordeal then she was tentatively confident they wouldn't fail her as retainers. Not completely anyways.

Nymira had the right of it, departing sooner rather than later was in their best interest. As the situation stood there was little in their favor concerning the death of the mayor, and especially concerning Zander's hand in it. They may be able to explain their presence at the manor, yet any bystander would have seen them gone in, and then leave after the chaos that unfolded. At the very least they would be kept in holding for a while and questioned, time which none of them could afford to waste. "If everyone's in agreement then we can probably get going right now," Ethan said as he pushed himself to his feet, stifling a groan as his body ached in protest. All that magic today had really left him in a sorry state, he'd sleep like a log tonight no doubt.

Upon Geoffrey's eventual return they were gathered up and prepared to move again. Their cart being just outside made loading up quite convenient, and with Geoffrey providing a third horse for Zander and himself there was no issue of how to transport everyone. Once everyone was settled in they were able to leave without much hassle, save for the small crowds bidding Geoffrey a farewell; to them he was but a simple innkeeper's son, yet it appeared that the boy held something of a reputation with his fellow townsfolk. Hopefully he wouldn't be too sorely missed on this journey of there's as there was no knowing when they might return to East Orosi. Whatever he had on his person had best serve him well, and whatever goodbyes were made should hopefully do enough until his return.

"We've got to get back to the ship first, get back whatever we can before we leave for good," Ethan pointed out as they traveled along. With the docks at their back they were all but removed from the town once more, for the third time today they traveled down the road trailing along the river. Easing up his grip on the reins he leaned forward to rest on Jorvind, inadvertently resting his head on top of Amuné's. Keeping his eyes open right now was a struggle with how tired he felt, and play it off as much as he tried to there was no denying he'd be out before long. Certainly wasn't doing himself any favors by not eating either, he reflected, a hand going to his stomach thoughtfully. A meal before sleeping would do wonders.

For her part Nymira hoped at the very least her daggers would still be on the ship. Crafting new ones would be easy, though she lacked the resources to do so. Something in the cart might be suitable yet she'd prefer not using sub-par ingredients for her weaponry. She supposed Zander had left his staff at the ship as well, and while a piece of wood hardly compared to a finely crafted blade it would be easier for him to retrieve that as well. "If there are guards still at the ship we should simply request our items back, I doubt word has spread out here just yet," she pointed out to the group, frowning however as she looked ahead, "If they should know though... I don't imagine they'll simply hand our weapons back to us. We'd best be ready for a bit of a fight."

"We won't fight the guards, that's not going to do us any favors," Ethan interjected as he sat upright again, running a hand along his face before shaking his head, "Hm... If we have to leave them behind then we will, no sense in creating more problems for ourselves." She was much too eager to fight, either that or those daggers meant more to Nymira than she let on. Simply put picking a fight with guards now would not only be risky, given how exhausted they were, but it would only incriminate them further. Running away was bad enough without leaving some officials lying in the dirt in their wake.

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

You have sinned! REPENT! REPEEEENT!