T’charrl shook his head, frowning. “Talking to the dead is a taboo! It’s a bad thing, the sign of someone related to death. Being able to do such a thing is the same as bringing death closer to someone and…it scares them. People hate the unknown, that’s just the reality”, T’charrl spoke slowly as if trying not to startle the creature down at his feet, he didn’t want it attacking him, “My power may be able to help plants grow and shape them, but it can destroy it too. I could burn this whole place down if I wanted to and when you live on a planet covered in plant life, the thought that I could burn it all down makes people scared. I can take life away as easily as I can make it”. His own people were never going to accept what he was because they feared the unknown, especially when that power could only be properly demonstrated by either helping life to grow or taking it away.
Gasping when the creature continued to bark at him in a strange manner he rubbed his claws together, staring down at it the creature before looking to Haku. He was especially scared that he was going to step on it if his own powers decided to take over his body. Staring at Haku as he reached down to the creature he frowned when it was actually possible for it to be picked up, watching him curiously before tilting his head a little. “You don’t…feel like your skin is melting, do you…?” he questioned him in a concerned manner, tilting his head the other way at the suggestion of naming it, not quite understanding his phrasing. “Name it T’charrl? But my name is T’charrl…we can’t name it that…” he spoke quietly, scratching at his shaky claws, “How do you know it can leave this area for a name to be a good thing? Does it speak this language or another…? Does it understand us? I-I don’t know…”
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Kiton didn’t know how his power was going to compare against this man but when his tail struck the man’s arm it sounded and felt like a good solid hit with Kiton being sent back a little. The man certainly got the brunt of the blow and was sent away from him, watching as the man recovered only to wipe off the blow like it was nothing. So this was going to be a little tougher than he thought, but he didn’t know if he could try and go all out with this guy either. He needed to keep calm and be the better man in this fight and use the man’s strength and violent nature against him. Watching the captain he frowned slightly at the joke made about his attacks, wondering if he might as well try and break the man’s back if he was going to be joking around like that. Hoping he might be able to get away with beating this guy in a fight through sheer force rather than dirty tactics. Readying himself again he watched as the man flew forward, his arm managing to block the blow to his stomach but hit into it at the same time, causing him to gasp before he had to immediately block another elbow. Taking the elbow blow with his own he was locked in, his eyes switching between each one before he quickly started to kick out, trying to go for the low blow. “I’m just here to free the people! I don’t care if you take treasures!”
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Viral didn’t know what he wanted for when he was finally home, his mind not completely settled on something other than the fact that he was feeling the cold and that his senses were completely gone. He needed to get himself sorted and back to seeing and hearing, he needed washed up and his energy restored. Being so burnt out exhausted him greatly and made him wonder how he was still standing, yet here he was as he barely knew what he was supposed to be looking for with his feet finding foreign surfaces to be confusing whenever he came across them. His shoes were typically quite thin so he could feel out his environment without having to go barefooted, but with his senses so deadened everything felt so rubbery and dead. “I don’t know what brings you to keep calling yourself my mother when you know I don’t follow under the rules of family…”
Viral kept his head low despite the fact that he probably should had been gazing forward, his attention not really being given to what he should be doing. He wasn’t supposed to be looking all depressed and weak, he was supposed to be looking better than he was before, not appearing like he was going to give up and fall over. Looking in June’s direction as she began to speak again he frowned, not knowing why she was giving him a little story like this. Staring at her he frowned at the conclusion, looking away again as he tried to get up the steps without tripping. “For some reason that sounds exactly like something that idiot would do…” he sighed, shaking his head, “It still doesn’t sound like something that’s any different to what I did, except instead of talking to people I probably attacked everything, ate everything and ended up in a hole…”
Gasping when the creature continued to bark at him in a strange manner he rubbed his claws together, staring down at it the creature before looking to Haku. He was especially scared that he was going to step on it if his own powers decided to take over his body. Staring at Haku as he reached down to the creature he frowned when it was actually possible for it to be picked up, watching him curiously before tilting his head a little. “You don’t…feel like your skin is melting, do you…?” he questioned him in a concerned manner, tilting his head the other way at the suggestion of naming it, not quite understanding his phrasing. “Name it T’charrl? But my name is T’charrl…we can’t name it that…” he spoke quietly, scratching at his shaky claws, “How do you know it can leave this area for a name to be a good thing? Does it speak this language or another…? Does it understand us? I-I don’t know…”
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Kiton didn’t know how his power was going to compare against this man but when his tail struck the man’s arm it sounded and felt like a good solid hit with Kiton being sent back a little. The man certainly got the brunt of the blow and was sent away from him, watching as the man recovered only to wipe off the blow like it was nothing. So this was going to be a little tougher than he thought, but he didn’t know if he could try and go all out with this guy either. He needed to keep calm and be the better man in this fight and use the man’s strength and violent nature against him. Watching the captain he frowned slightly at the joke made about his attacks, wondering if he might as well try and break the man’s back if he was going to be joking around like that. Hoping he might be able to get away with beating this guy in a fight through sheer force rather than dirty tactics. Readying himself again he watched as the man flew forward, his arm managing to block the blow to his stomach but hit into it at the same time, causing him to gasp before he had to immediately block another elbow. Taking the elbow blow with his own he was locked in, his eyes switching between each one before he quickly started to kick out, trying to go for the low blow. “I’m just here to free the people! I don’t care if you take treasures!”
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Viral didn’t know what he wanted for when he was finally home, his mind not completely settled on something other than the fact that he was feeling the cold and that his senses were completely gone. He needed to get himself sorted and back to seeing and hearing, he needed washed up and his energy restored. Being so burnt out exhausted him greatly and made him wonder how he was still standing, yet here he was as he barely knew what he was supposed to be looking for with his feet finding foreign surfaces to be confusing whenever he came across them. His shoes were typically quite thin so he could feel out his environment without having to go barefooted, but with his senses so deadened everything felt so rubbery and dead. “I don’t know what brings you to keep calling yourself my mother when you know I don’t follow under the rules of family…”
Viral kept his head low despite the fact that he probably should had been gazing forward, his attention not really being given to what he should be doing. He wasn’t supposed to be looking all depressed and weak, he was supposed to be looking better than he was before, not appearing like he was going to give up and fall over. Looking in June’s direction as she began to speak again he frowned, not knowing why she was giving him a little story like this. Staring at her he frowned at the conclusion, looking away again as he tried to get up the steps without tripping. “For some reason that sounds exactly like something that idiot would do…” he sighed, shaking his head, “It still doesn’t sound like something that’s any different to what I did, except instead of talking to people I probably attacked everything, ate everything and ended up in a hole…”