Mogtaki

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

Viral had since recovered from his little bout of mental poison, but it did leave him feeling tired. He wasn’t very good at sleeping but when he did manage to sleep he slept for a long time, he just wished he didn’t constantly wake up in a fit of terror because he thought he was going to kill someone he knew or he thought he was going to get cut apart. It was not supposed to be a big deal but every time he tried to not think about such things before going to sleep he always ended up waking up in terror. It really needed to stop, but it wasn’t a priority and was probably a stupid thing for him to be fussed all up and over with. He needed to pull himself together for one and the only way to do that was to get over his imagination. If he was going to be tired all the time waking up then he was just going to struggle with the rest of the day every single time so that was his problem. With everyone splitting up and deciding to go on their own missions to test the Beastmen he was left with Aito and Yumi to check out some water. No big deal but it sounded boring, probably something the rebels should be checking out since it was their duty to protect the city.

While he would’ve preferred being with the Beastmen he didn’t mind being with Yumi too much, it was Aito that he didn’t feel he could withstand properly. Despite wanting Aito back originally he had proven to be both annoying and difficult to withstand. He felt he was being rushed into everything because it had all been a massive inconvenience beforehand, like Aito didn’t really want to get to know him again but felt more compelled to turning him into the fighting machine he was supposed to be. It all made him feel tired of his existence, but he had to carry on. Everybody else was so why not him as well. As he sat staring out the vehicle at the scenery below he sighed as Yumi only questioned why they were coming along, giving Aito a side glance when he mentioned science before away again. Science wasn’t something he was really into, even if he had been created through science.

“So we’re doing the dirty work…great…” he muttered, slowly sitting up again, “This all would’ve been faster if you didn’t take me. You two could’ve just flown there by now…” Even if he could’ve ran along he wouldn’t know where he was going so obviously the best course of action should’ve been just to let the pair fly there themselves. There was nothing he could add to some trip to some lake, just company when he could’ve been somewhere else. “Even if there was a threat there what am I supposed to do about it that you can’t? You’re a Super Saiyan...the hell kind of excuse do you have?”

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

@shylarahCecil knows what he did but doesn't understand it D: He also saw how glitchy Machina get treated which definitely isn't doing him any good.

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

“Acknowledging it doesn’t help. I don’t see how having thoughts about something and possibly thinking up some things in the future is going to make everything better…” Vegeta was probably right about that, even he didn’t know how Vegeta was going to make up for all those years be spent ignoring him and thinking he was an inconvenience and money sink to have around. He was someone who was constantly eating and sleeping around at most times because he had nothing better to do, probably bugging Vegeta to no end relating him to some sort of freeloader. Vegeta knew all those years that he was an experiment, he was the one who let him out after all. He wondered how many years Vegeta spent regretting letting him out again and how many more he hated him for possibly being the reason his parents were gone. Deep down inside Vegeta probably knew all along he was the one who did it, it was the reason he kept his ultimate form hidden for so long and even going to the length of threatening Takeshi if he told anyone. His own abilities had been suppressed and locked away for so long because of Vegeta and his worry as to how Vegeta would act, even if he didn’t fully understand where his worry came from himself. It wasn’t as if he remembered he killed his parents, it was just an instinct that rested within him for so long. Trying to rest off the headache until food was ready he sighed lightly, closing his eyes. “I already told you what I did. Hit some guys around, got lucky with an Elite and hit my teammates around…hmph, she would only say I did more because she pities how weak I am in reality…” Shifting to a different side because of the discomfort in his head he sighed heavily, his paw slowly rubbing his head. “I have physical strength, I get it, but I can’t ever compare to a Ki user. That Elite went down because he got cocky…nothing else”.

Shu was pretty close to wriggling around if Takeshi didn’t let go of him and it certainly didn’t seem as if Takeshi was going to even if he tried to move around. Making a grab for Takeshi in retaliation he let out a squeal, not really getting a good hold of him but still trying. “I gots you still! I still gots you and you no get away! Would be fight if you no flee!” he squealed, giggling inbetween, “People would get mad if run around without clothes! It also cold too!” Keeping a hold of Takeshi he gasped when he was suddenly rolled over onto his back, looking to him at first before squeaking as he was pinned down. Trying to get out of it he pulled quickly before squealing as he was suddenly tickled, wriggling around as he tried to get out. “Nooo! That bad! Bad Takeshi!” he squealed, giggling away before he started kicking out to try and get Takeshi away.

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

Cecil felt a little bit of anticipation when it came to fixing his head, even though it would feel a lot better. The compression in his head from the warped metal was making everything worse for him whenever he tried to think about things or do anything normal. He just wanted relief at this point and even if it meant sticking his head in a vice he would still do it. Staring up at Norman he gasped when Amuné approached them, feeling a little nervous at first before he frowned, his eyes looking up to Norman momentarily before he raised his shoulders and stared at the ground. He didn’t know what to make of her plight, whether it was something she was saying because she was concerned or she felt guilty that it happened. He didn’t hate her or anything, but he wasn’t sure about her own feelings.

Slowly rubbing his hands together he gasped when Norman finally fitted the clamp on his head, raising his shoulders nervously. Even though he was told it was hardly a thing the thought of his skull being pulled at made him feel pretty scared. If it went too far then his skull was probably going to be ruined, but judging how the device was made he was pretty sure it wouldn’t happen. Letting out a gasp when it finally did bend back into shape there was suddenly a sense of relief, like popping a loose cog back into place. As Norman removed the clamp he let out a sigh, the pressure in his head being relieved and hopefully not causing his basic functions to go a little crazy. Even after all that he didn’t feel satisfied, looking to Norman when he patted him on the shoulder. “Thank you…I, uhh…” he muttered, raising his gauntlets slightly as he contemplated how to ask before gasping lightly as Amuné returned.

Placing his show and question time on hold for now he stared at Amuné as she decided to tell Norman what happened back on the boat, his expression changing quickly as he got scared about what Norman might think of him killing other people. If Ethan and Amuné got mad at him for it then Norman getting mad was probably a sure thing. The way Amuné worded it made him sound like he was malfunctioning and if he was it would mean he would be opened up again and shut off as he was changed from the inside. Slowly shifting back on his spot he reached around for his cap, just wanting it to be over. He didn’t like the thought that he might be broken, he wanted to be considered a good Machina especially after he saw what happened to bad Machina. Feeling a little scared he kept his gaze low, hoping he wasn’t broken just to spare himself the grief of being destroyed for it.

With some level of fear being conjured up from his worry he’ll have to be fixed up he kept his eyes shut, his shoulders stiff as Norman took a seat beside him. It was hard to not feel scared, he knew Norman fixed all sorts of Machina and if there was something wrong with him he would probably do what he had to just to stop Cecil from doing it again. Opening his eyes eventually he kept them directed to the ground as Norman told him he probably experienced a glitch. Hoping he might be able to defend himself for his actions he opened his mouth to speak before sighing, rubbing his hands together.

“I don’t know…it was probably a glitch overall. I mean, maybe what I saw and experience was just all made up in my head because it sure did seem like it…” he spoke calmly, moving a finger to slowly rub at the panel on the back of his hand, “I mean, I touched something and saw something weird…like something I’ve never seen before. I don’t know what I touched, but uh…I somehow have it in my system…” Not really knowing how to explain it to him he held his gauntlet out only for it to drop to the ground, giving him a bit of a fright when it hit the ground. While it could’ve been anticlimactic, it wasn’t his gauntlet that was the concern. The chain he had picked up was keeping his gauntlet and arm connected, his fingers lifting the chain up a little. “I don’t know what this is, but it…I don’t know…something like ‘melded’ to me? I saw some weird things after it did but I don’t know who it was or if they were even real, but someone was being tortured by something like it and it was really painful to feel…” Pulling his gauntlet up a little he sighed, his fingers on the end of his dangling hand flexing a little as sparks of electricity ran down the chain before he ceased moving it. "I don't know how but I feel like I know how to use it without ever seeing one before. I killed a lot of people using it..."

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

@shylarahIt wasn't anyone's turn you silly, we were both being addressed in the same post :P

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

Cecil felt like a mess, falling all over the place like this. He didn’t know how to properly balance himself when he wasn’t used to having his cranium damaged in such a fashion, or how to handle being damaged in the first place. It was his first proper fight he had been in and even if he destroyed the enemy he came out more than just physically damaged. Frowning as Norman helped him back up onto the cart he lowered his head as it was given an inspection. He didn’t know if he was right with calling it a ‘superficial’ wound or if he was just being kind, but either way he hoped he was right with it not being that bad and fixing it would mean it would stop pressing on his circuitry and allow him to function normally again.

Staring at Norman as he went to get a tool out of his vehicle he lowered his head and sighed, giving it a slow rub. He probably should ask him about the capabilities of a combat Machina while he was here, especially when there was so much he still didn’t understand about himself. Without his creators to tell him what he was made specifically for and how he functioned he was left in the dark with everyone getting mad at him for what seemed to be his own programming. He wanted to understand what he was all about so that maybe they won’t get so mad at him, but that did make him scared that they might ditch him too. If he was dangerous they probably wouldn’t want to be around him for too long, even if he had an excuse.

Watching as Norman retrieved a rather frightening piece of equipment he gasped, pulling his legs up momentarily before trying to calm down again. “Oh…uhhh p-pinch…?” he muttered, staring at it apprehensively. Staring at the clamp as Norman explained what he was going to do with it he bit his lip as he slowly nodded, raising his head again. “So…so I’ll be…okay a-after that?” he mumbled, staring down for a moment before looking up again, “Or maybe…maybe I won’t be. I h-have some questions to-to ask after this and-and something to uhh…to show too…”

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

Viral slowly looked back to Vegeta as he tried to change the meaning of his words, simply frowning and looked away again when it hardly turned into anything but a means to explain himself. So he was just doing it to try and make up for his shortcomings in the past but in reality he struggled to relate to him or see anything in him that would make him feel close. “Hm yeah, it only took you two decades to figure that out…” Well he wasn’t going to fall for that again, it didn’t change anything and only made him embarrassed that such a thing happened. If it was not a big deal then he wasn’t going to talk about such things again. His health only really mattered if it meant he would endanger others, he understood that much. Hearing Vegeta decide that making food would be ideal too he sighed heavily, moving his arms around to rest his head on them. “Right…if I don’t wake up just give it to Yumi. She did all of the work…I’m sure you can write that in the report…”

Shu had Takeshi in a hold and wasn’t going to let go. He was going to get Takeshi wrestling with him even if it meant he might eventually take a beating. It was hardly a case of giving up simply because Takeshi was pushing and shoving him. Managing to get a fairly good grip on Takeshi’s arm and foot at the same time he held on tight, giggling happily as Takeshi only complained. “You made mistake to not fight back!” Keeping a tight grip on Takeshi he giggled away to himself when Takeshi finally came to a stop on his back, looking up at him when he seemed to give up. Smiling happily he gasped when Takeshi grabbed at his shirt, trying to keep a grip on Takeshi but ended up only managing to keep a grip of Takeshi’s foot as he wiggled to try and grab Takeshi’s hand. “Nooo you gonna rip it!” he squeaked, giggling as he pulled at Takeshi’s foot, “I still got you good!”

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

Cecil remained out of the way and quiet in the back of the cart, keeping very much to himself at this point. He was certainly a little concerned that he was making the wrong decision to keep going with these people, he didn’t even know if they still saw him as a friend anymore. If something like what happened on the ship happened again then they were better off destroying him. He didn’t know how his life might compare to a real person’s life or whether he was in the same league as them, he didn’t even know his limitations and whether there was a way to shut him down without having to touch him if things went wrong. It would probably be for the best if he was going to be controlled in some fashion by the others, much like how those Machina at the manor were controlled up until their master died.

The images of those Machina dying in such violent manners got to him quite a bit still, but the others probably didn’t understand why it was so terrifying to him. He didn’t know if they would ever understand, they thought it was fine to kill a Machina but not their own kind after all. There was probably nothing stopping Ethan from chopping his head off or Nymira from melting him if he stepped out of line like those Machina did. He felt pretty thoroughly disturbed by how they were killed, yet the others were barely phased by it if only for the deaths of the soldiers. It couldn’t be fair to think like that, as if the lives of organic beings were worth more than Machina and yet that appeared to be the reality.

These past few days were really making him question his existence and if he really was never going to fit into society. He wanted to be a part of this world, he didn’t want to be seen as different, but in reality he didn’t know why he felt so compelled to join their society. He hadn’t been active for one of their years yet he was desperate to join their lives yet he didn’t even know why. It was all a matter of why he wanted to fit in but he couldn’t find a reason or understand how he came to the conclusion that it was what he definitely wanted. Maybe once everybody had forgotten about what he did he would be able to ask about life and what it offered him. He had so many questions and yet didn’t ask any of them when everyone still liked him.

Contemplating over what he should’ve done when he had the chance the noise he was hearing elsewhere that was fairly close certainly put him on high alert. He didn’t know what it was and could only feel nervous, thinking it might be another battle coming their way. It was surely too soon for something like a battle, but what was worse was nobody had the right energy output to fight off the threat. He did have some energy but he couldn’t use it when he was in danger of going berserk again. Pulling at his hat as he cowered in the back of the cart he gasped when a voice called out instead, one he recognised. Looking up he saw Norman over all their supplies, gasping as he stumbled back onto his spot and pulled at his hat again.

That was certainly a sight he didn’t know how to react to, he didn’t even know if he should be happy or scared that Norman might think to have him decommissioned instead of repaired because of what he did. It was Norman who told him he was a combat-type Machina, but whether he was opposed to having him functioning and in favour of having him shut down or accepted him for what he was still remained a mystery to him. He was stressing out fairly quickly again, he didn’t know how much trouble he was going to be in. He had been using his battery power like it was no big deal and now he had killed people and damaged his internal systems. Norman was going to be angry with him, he knew it for sure.

Keeping quiet as he tried to think up excuses he gasped when Norman finally came around to check on him, staring down at him as he asked him the questions he knew he would struggle answering properly. “Uhh…I-I-…not…very good…” he spoke lowly, slowly shifting to the edge of the cart before simply falling off, landing on his feet but falling onto his backside at the end. Groaning lightly he rubbed his head, frowning as he looked up at Norman. “I-I-I d-damaged my head. I’m sorry, it’s all my-my fault too! I should had been careful…”

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

Viral was feeling a little stressed out after that, he really didn’t want to have to talk about it and just leave it all in the past. It was just going to be the same thing as before, nothing was going to come out of this discussion so there was no point in talking about it. Remaining rather tense as he braced for Vegeta’s reaction to it, but when Vegeta simply started giving his own thoughts to it the whole reason he was concerned came right out into the open. Hearing the stilted apology over his hardships he narrowed his gaze, letting out a sigh before leaning back on his paw again as he turned away. “Right, like I said…just part of the mission. It’s my job. It doesn’t matter if some things happened along the way…” He couldn’t believe he fell for that, of course Vegeta was just concerned about his research. He didn’t want the treatments he had been going through to be wasted and had become concerned over that. That was the Vegeta he was familiar with. “Weren’t you going to make some food or whatever? Unless that’s the report done and we’re finished here…”

Shu was determined and wasn’t going to let Takeshi get away with trying to avoid him and his attempts at winning especially when Takeshi was the one who was being a coward and not trying to win. He would catch him again and pin him down, he just needed to catch him again when he tried to flee. Pouncing once again at him he managed to grab his legs, holding onto them tight as Takeshi tried to flee again. “I got you! I got you!” he giggled, holding on tighter as Takeshi tried to push him away again, “Eat your legs! No walking or running again!” Trying to grab Takeshi a little further up he shook his head to try and divert Takeshi’s hand before he started to claw at Takeshi’s clothes, looking like he was on his way until he made a grab for Takeshi’s hand as he wrapped his tail around Takeshi’s foot. “I catch you! No running from Shu!”

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

Viral was finding it harder and harder to keep Vegeta in the dark, especially with the inevitable question. He found it difficult to lie, it was something only cowards did but when it came to the circumstances he had worked hard for so long to control himself and not falling sick. It was the worst part of talking to someone when he had problems, he had become used to hiding it all away and keeping quiet until it finally exploded into fits of rage or pain. He had been hungover plenty times before, he was trying to treat it in the same fashion without feeling like he could gag, but with the way Vegeta was trying to treat it as something more serious than that it was becoming harder to dismiss it. Side glancing at Vegeta at the mention of the therapy possibly being pointless after all he looked away hastily, trying not to think of it like that. Forcing himself to eat food was feeling more appealing than this interrogation. Disliking how Vegeta was now getting invested in this rather than going to make food he tensed up slightly, still trying to ignore him.

Vegeta was really going in with his concerns and really trying to push himself into his problems, but this time there was something a little different about it. He was sounding less like a doctor the more he went on despite how aggressive he had been with his pressing on the matter. Feeling like it was being taken way too seriously Viral shut his eyes as well, his other hand tapping a claw on the edge of the table. He was finding it hard understanding what brought this on with Vegeta, how he was acting more like he was upset rather than annoyed that he was keeping quiet about his problems. In the brief moment of silence he slightly lowered his head, turning away a little when Vegeta started talking again. The more Vegeta spoke the harder he found it to ignore him, the way he was trying to sound like someone who cared more than someone who was concerned about research and treatment; it was really starting to get to him.

Tapping his claw slightly faster on the table he started to groan, his shoulders tensing up before he finally turned to face Vegeta. “Concerned or persistent…call it what you will, you have the knack of making it hard for me to keep matters to myself…” he growled lowly before he sighed, resting his head in his paw as he looked away, “I…changed unwillingly…in fact, I had no will to call my own at all at the time. That scientist, the one in charge of the project…he poisoned me with something that broke my mind and destroyed my free will and all independent thought. I was worse than what I had been when I had the collar…like those were simply a beta test…” Pausing for a moment he lightly growled, his fingers becoming slightly tense. “I tried to kill them on his order. Takeshi, Shu, Yumi…and all I could do was watch as I tried. I was half-hoping they would just kill me at that point, I left myself completely open too, but it wasn’t until Shu attacked that my body started to realise that I was going to die if I kept going. I changed not even by the will of the scientist at that point, but…I guess that’s what stopped me too. If Yumi was just a few inches closer, I probably would had eaten her before I came to again…”

Shu wasn’t going to slack with this little play-fight session and he wasn’t going to let Takeshi do so either, chasing after him as he tried to avoid the fight aspect. He was pretty seasoned in play-fighting while Takeshi was not, giving him the advantage in knowing how to cut him off each time and initiate wrestling with him. Going down on all fours he very quickly dashed and pounced straight for Takeshi, managing to drive him to the floor as he quickly tried to wrestle again. Grabbing at Takeshi to try and keep him down this time he pulled at his clothing, trying to stop him from throwing him away but eventually he lost his grip when he was thrown over again and Takeshi tried to flee again. Turning over quickly he giggled, crawling after Takeshi at a fast pace to catch up to him. “No running! You fight me! No running forever!” He squeaked before making another leap for Takeshi’s legs hoping to grab hold.