Mogtaki

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

“I guess so! Maybe I just be silly! Maybe little silly! I is just silly!” Shu giggled, trying to laugh away his nerves. He wasn’t very good at it since he just sounded particularly nervous as he spoke which just made it even worse for him. He was so busy trying to be brave that he was just sounding a little daft as if he couldn’t come up with an excuse for his fear. Despite all that though he hoped Takeshi was right about being strong enough, he didn’t want to sound like he had been slacking off and was therefore weaker than everyone else. He didn’t know how to unlock his power like the others did, he just faffed about trying to catch up to his brother despite being told he was extremely strong too. “Ooohhh…I guess so. Just don’t want to be hurting or for bad to happen!” he spoke quickly, reaching a hand up to his head as it was ruffled, “I try stick with you…and be good too! Not be silly or scared. They no that scary, anyway!”

T’charrl was trying really hard to be positive, but fighting normal people was easier than those creatures. He didn’t know if he could manage it all that well when there was so many factors that could go wrong for him, more than everyone else. He was always going to have confidence problems it seemed, but he definitely didn’t mean to project that problem onto somebody else too. “Uhh yeah! Fighting together will be great. I mean, you’re smaller than me which is a good advantage to have when teaming up…a-and even if I do transform, you can sit on my back if you don’t mind how I feel…” T’charrl was at least trying to see a positive in a potentially bad situation, even if it was at his own expense. He didn’t want to end up changing at least, he would still try and not do such a thing if he could help it.

Viral was simply trying to mind his own business and not attract these kinds of conversations, but of course Eris and Yumi could hardly help themselves. Keeping his eyes closed and his arms folded he grew frustrated with the poking and leaning against him, trying to ignore it as best as he could but his cheeks still went a little red. He didn’t understand why Yumi had to posture over him whenever the Beastman girl decided to talk highly of him, but then again she was probably feeling threatened by it for some reason. It was hard for him to understand such things, she should know the Beastman wasn’t close to him enough for him to want to spend time with her more. He had feelings too, he didn’t exactly want to be treated like a trophy to be claimed like this. Groaning lowly when Orion decided to chip in, sounding a little frustrated. “So long as nobody treats this as a walk in the park…”

Once Vegeta made the announcement Viral couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief knowing they were going to be out of here soon enough. He would rather battle for his life than have to be stuck in the middle of their little fight. He needed to get mentally prepared and not end up losing because the girls were constantly fighting over him. The faster they did this the better. Waiting the few minutes it took for the ship to land he soon slowly sat up, not looking at anybody in particular as he waited for the ship to land. Once everything was ready and the doors were opening he quickly unclipped his seatbelt and got up immediately, heading out without even a glance at the others.

Once they stopped Shu was immediately trying to get up, forgetting about his seatbelt as he uselessly tugged at it for a moment before managing to unclip it. Bouncing right out of his seat. He hated the ride down with a passion but now that they were on the ground he couldn’t wait to get out. “Takeshi! Takeshi! Let’s go and win together! Show how strong I be against bad beasties!” He didn’t actually know how strong he was but he was going to try and show everybody he was capable of self-control and could destroy those creatures like everyone else. He lived in the jungle and had to fight off big predators before, so he did hope he could get over his fears and show he was the predator now.

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

The time they had spent relaxing had felt pretty short, the reality being a lot of the time had been spent in training. Shu had been struggling with finding his own way through training and had been particularly wild, but Kai and Choi had been helping him along with some tips on how to sync up with his brother and become a near unstoppable duo. The main problem Shu had was his own self-control and the lack of it. He couldn’t control his strength nevermind the biggest problem he faced. He had been completely avoiding all training and mention of his changing problems and how they might be beneficial to nail down. He was just terrified of it is all, that and he didn’t like how different it made him feel compared to everyone else. He was scared of what he was and in denial that it even happened to him, finding it hard to keep running away from it as he continued training.

While most of his fears could be contained for now he was still afraid of the whole vehicle business and clung onto Takeshi as if his life depended on it. He couldn’t handle riding in these things when one little bump or gust could send the vehicle spinning. He didn’t get sick from the motion, just incredibly scared that something bad was going to happen. He wasn’t scared of the fighting too much, he knew it had to be done to save people but the ride down was always going to be rather nerve-wrecking. “Ah! No way! Uhhh, they will be…really umm…I’m no good at saying that stuff…” Shu muttered, trying to work off his brother’s confidence but ultimately failing to come up with his own bravado, “So we can keep beating them up and it be okay…? The last one was really hard! What if I’m not strong enough?”

Viral was particularly anxious about this fight, but not because he was worried he might not be able to fight very well, but more because he might not live up to expectations. It was his first time going back into battle with everyone else in a while that involved actual world defending. His last mission was something he couldn’t remember and the one before was simple infiltration and nothing to really try and improve over. He also had the other two Beastmen to impress and show that he was worthy of being a leader, placing a lot of pressure on him to succeed. He was sure he was going to do fine, he just hadn’t felt like he had his pride on the line too. If when they fought together and they thought he was amateurish there would be no way for him to recover and he would end up being subjugated to mockery by the other Beastmen.

Despite the concerns for his mental stabilities he was allowed to use his weapon for this run after so long of being denied it. Since the creatures they were facing were not in the realm of saving in the eyes of the others he was allowed to kill them whenever necessary, giving him more freedom and fulfilling what he was made to do. He was going to keep his blade this time round, there was no way he was going to give it up to Aito or Vegeta even with the risks that came with him having it. He hadn’t been allowed to have it for so long and all it managed to do was make him feel inadequate. Glancing to the Beastmen he soon sighed and looked the other way, only to see Yumi there before finally deciding to sit back and close his eyes. Seemed he couldn’t look anywhere without feeling awkward at this point.

T’charrl, on the other hand, was completely nervous and didn’t know where to look. He knew he was going to fight those creatures, but he didn’t know how well he would be able to keep a handle on everything too. He was worried he might hurt someone if he went on a rampage or just plain embarrassed himself. Scratching his claws against his legs he let out a sigh, glancing to Haku before looking away again as he decided he wasn’t able to strike up a proper conversation at this time. He was nervous after what happened on the other planet and how out of touch he was with his powers, something that would make him more of an asset if he didn’t figure them out properly. Eventually deciding on sighing he shuffled his feet together, staring down at them. “I-I hope…things don’t turn out too bad…” he muttered, letting out a sigh, “I don’t mean to be negative, but those creatures are really tough…”

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

Cecil didn’t know how long it would take for him to end up killing someone but he reckoned it would be pretty soon given his current track record. He was destructive and didn’t know how to hold back when his programming told him to go all out. He couldn’t fight what he was made to do and everybody else couldn’t change what he was either, even if they tried their hardest. He wasn’t like them, he recognised he couldn’t do anything else if he wanted to and would have to continue fulfilling his purpose. It was hard enough explaining himself to the others too, it wasn’t as if they understood what it was like being built never to change. Everything he was feeling was just building up to the point that he didn’t want to end up killing the others over, hoping they might understand and not become angered over and dismiss everything he said.

Hoping that maybe they would understand where he was coming from he kept his head lowered, raising his shoulders a little when Zander gave his opinion he let out a sigh, looking to Zander when he was instead given a harsh look. He didn’t understand the question, he was the one who brought all those things to them in the first place with the men in suits following him and running back to the camp with the Void Beasts instead of dealing with them himself. It was a stupid thing he had done, he should had been covering himself up too by the end of the day so that he didn’t stand out like a sore thumb. He would be fine in the city where he was heading, but right now he couldn’t hide himself with all these augmentations he looked like he had.

“But…I was the reason all those things happened…” Staring down at the floor for a moment he frowned as he glanced over at Amuné before looking away again, wondering what he was supposed to say about that. He didn’t know anything about ‘the Nine’, he was just a machine. None of those things would ever matter to him because he had no ties to any culture they had. Zander and Geoffrey were the only ones who didn’t realise he was a Machina and he knew that, but he was really beginning to feel alienated when those factors were mentioned. He wasn’t young, he only looked young and he most certainly didn’t have little hands when these gauntlets were his hands. Staring down at his gauntlets for a moment he gasped when he was told to look up at him again, his eyes quickly going to the others before he looked down once more, feeling like he was being cornered more than anything else. “But I-…”

Cecil was barely able to get a word in, nor a reaction. Zander was set on seeing him as a living being who was capable of stopping himself, but he had programming that nulled his free thinking and had him set on causing destruction. This talk would be great if he was actually a Muran, but all these points he was giving him didn’t help him fight his inner programming and stop him from destroying everything. Looking back up at Zander he watched as he seemed proud of what he had said, his eyes slowly dropping again as he struggled to think of something to say. He couldn’t tell Zander he was a Machina in front of all of these people, even if everything was so loud he would still become startled and might cause a scene.

Looking rather lost he remained where he was with Nymira who soon talked to him as well, his eyes looking elsewhere for a moment as if to see if others were listening. It was too dangerous talking about how he wasn’t flesh in an environment like that but Nymira didn’t seem to care, she never really cared about what he was. Somebody was going to overhear, maybe even Zander. This was too difficult for him to process properly when none of them had the same problems he faced or had encountered them before. Everybody seemed set on telling him to stay despite the problems he created whenever he was around them. “Life is precious…even when it’s pretending to be alive…?”

Cecil didn’t understand much of what was said but he did understand that they didn’t want him to leave, even if they barely knew anything about him. Gasping when Ethan suddenly spoke up he looked up to him, staring at him when he made the decision for him before looking to Amuné. He didn’t know if Ethan was simply speaking for her or had made her decision for her instead of allowing her to say what she really thought. He was so confused, he didn’t know what he was supposed to think but he did know none of them were going to let him leave. If he tried to run away they would just find him again or chain him down every night so that he didn’t leave, maybe they would eventually get into the habit of having him switch off at night just so he didn’t. Thinking it over for a moment he remained where he was, staring at the floor as the music was drowned out by his own thoughts before being suddenly snapped out of it by a loud noise.

Looking up he saw Amuné pushing away her chair, gasping as he jumped slightly to the side when she came down with it. Panicking briefly he went to pick up the chair, paying no heed to Wyth before freezing as things went a little quiet regarding the chatter that had went on before. Dropping the chair again he quickly stood up straight again, looking around. Despite Amuné being the one to cause the noise it was Cecil who was once again becoming the centre of attention, his eyes quickly looking around at the people who were now staring at him. It hadn’t been his intention to get everybody’s attention by trying to help, he had also been hiding well enough from their attention before so it wasn’t as if he was asking for it.

Backing away from Amuné and the chair he gasped and looked away in fright, being all too quickly reminded of what happened back at the village. This was the part where people would get suspicious over him, possibly call someone that wanted to come get him to take him away. He didn’t know how the men found him, there could had been one in here right now and he didn’t know it too. Panicking internally he almost stumbled on his feet, feeling like he should go to their room before ultimately deciding to go the other way. “I-I’m…going outside for a little bit…” he muttered, quickly turning around and heading out, feeling like he needed to get out of everybody’s sight, where he wouldn’t be cornered and where he definitely wouldn’t cause trouble; it’s not like he needed to eat or drink, he wasn’t like them anyway.

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

How to alert patrons to a magi: yell while flailing and fall over your chair at the sight of it.

You'd think she's never seen Nymira's fire before or WANTS to keep it a secret >_<

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

T’charrl let out a sigh, turning away from Haku as he stared at the soil in front of him. “I remember when it happened on Earth I was trying to channel Ki into some sort of seed they have there. I was really excited about learning Ki but I accidentally made the seed sprout. I really liked that planet”. He really did miss that planet, it had everything and very nice food. While his mutation had caused him to turn more towards eating meat for the boost of energy he still loved trying all sorts of fruits and flowers and that planet had some nice tasting ones. He remembered these red flowers with spines on them that were really tasty, but other planets he had been to either had no flowers or was just this planet with flowers that were so far away. It was hard being him when everyone else was so very into meat, apart from Shu that was. He didn’t mind meat when he was craving it, but otherwise it was bland when eating it normally.

Letting out a sigh to try and calm his shaky body down he looked to Haku, giving him a little smile. “You can always learn how to relax while sitting too. You can try so that you can train your Ki even more or to try and bond with the spirit”, he spoke before looking away again, “I mean, that’s how I do things…so maybe a weaker spirit than mine can still do it and become strong. Even if you can’t use it physically and see other spirits”. Speaking of relaxing he really needed to try and do that too or he was going to change and then everybody would just be having a bad time.

Trying to get settled again he gasped when the creature spoke to him again, looking to it before looking around himself. There was a lot of energy in the air suddenly, his eyes gazing around at the area around him as each speckle of dusty energy caused the plants to grow a little more. Looking to the spirit again he frowned at its instructions, not quite understanding what it was trying to say other than treating him like he was a servant or something. Trying to go back to concentrating he attempted to breathe clearly, making an attempt to calm his energy down. It was rather hard with so much negative energy, but maybe he could make it work without causing harm to the environment. Trying to concentrate on it he pulled his claws close to himself, trying to focus on the energy before outstretching his claws as he threw it forward, trying to merge it with the spirit’s own energy to neutralise it. He may not be able to heal the area properly but the least he could do was get rid of the energy and try to get the creature to heal the land instead.

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Kiton didn’t know what he wanted to do after all that, knowing he was going to be in a lot of trouble if he let himself get out of control like that again. He was aware that he had a lot of power, the form he had just now was designed to contain that power naturally but it still didn’t mean he wouldn’t go out of control when he got emotional. He had a lot of power that he had very little control over when things got dire. He didn’t know how much they could trust him if he was going to do that again and what was worse was there was no other Frost Demon to teach him how to control his power. He would just have to keep trusting himself that he will be able to pull out of the temptation to go all out when he had to, otherwise he was going to have a lot of trouble in the future.

Giving Sasha the injector he felt he was only going to be able to trust her with it rather than himself, feeling like he was not going to have a terribly good time with a needle. It made him feel nervous, having to inject something into his body. “That thing must be expensive to make…” he muttered, giving it a quick glance before looking away slowly, “Would probably go for a lot on the black market…” He probably shouldn’t be thinking about such things, especially as he was being administered it. Gasping when she took his hand he watched her finger as it moved up his arm, looking away quickly when she was ready to give him the injection. Gasping when it happened he pulled his arm away once she finished, rubbing at it sorely. “I…guess I feel better…” he muttered, sighing, “Maybe next time for something like this…don’t try and get me to use my power again, please? I’m not strong enough to control it, so even if I don’t want to kill him I still could had accidentally done so”.

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Viral would certainly enjoy not feeling pain for once, but it seemed like that task was going to be harder than he thought. What’s worse was he was going to have to live in this constant state of pain for a while until he fell asleep again, but even falling asleep would be hard with how sore he was feeling. A mallet to the head would definitely put him out cold and with only temporary brain damage too. He had certainly felt worse over the years, but right now he just wanted to finally feel relief from all of it however way he could. Opting to focus on his tea for now he stared at Yumi’s shadow as she plotted the possibility of stealing some painkillers. “I’m sure he won’t. It’s not like I’m going to get addicted to them…or use them as a coping method, whatever he thinks I might use them for…” He knew if he was going to get addicted to anything he would probably keep away from painkillers. It was good that they took away the pain he constantly went through, but he was aware that they could kill him pretty quickly. Nobody had faith in his ability to control himself, though, but he probably couldn’t blame them when he did just get out of a life of torturous experimentation and mental slavery for a year.

Growling in annoyance when Yumi tried to make him sound like some sort of pervert he quickly let out a huff, shaking his head. “It would be just as rude of you to face away from me when I’m talking to you!” Sipping his tea he was finding he was more bothered by how thirsty he was, the taste not really bothering him as he grew used to it. He didn’t know what kind of tea it was, but at this point he could barely care so long as he got something to drink. “It means I won’t think to drink while I was out there! Maybe if I was running around out of my mind as a cat I would be drinking and hunting, but sharks only know how to hunt and kill until they’re full and then wander around for a bit”, he spoke as he swirled his tea, feeling confident that he knew enough about his other genes to understand how felines and sharks functioned in the wild, “And I’m still ‘part-cat’ myself but you don’t see me coughing up hairballs either. That’s because I’m not stupid enough to eat hair…” He didn’t really know if he groomed himself when he was out of his mind as a giant feline, but he didn’t want to think about that stuff right now. Sighing, he continued with his drink before feeling his personal space had been invaded, looking up to Yumi as he tried to back away on his chair. “I am taking it easy! What exactly can you threaten me with, anyway?? Aito and June would be furious if you did something to me…”

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

T’charrl certainly felt a little disappointed in himself, he should had been better than this and be able to stabilise himself. He was definitely pretty pathetic when it came down to it, definitely not leader material. He was going to have to get things together eventually, he was supposed to take over leadership of his own people eventually and to have an emotionally unstable leader would be very dangerous. “When I did it before I cleared my mind of all thought. I wasn’t particularly trying to think of anything at that point”, he frowned, shaking his head, “Maybe there’s something else, but I’ve only done it a few times now…” It was a lot of pressure, expecting this from him when he was still a complete rookie. He had no experience other than times of luck and desperation.

Looking to Haku again when he patted his back he gave a little smile before looking down at the soil again. “I would have to go to sleep and hope I don’t dream about flowers if I want to speak to my spirit again”. It was hard to tell what he was supposed to think about for doing this if not for happy thoughts. Looking to the little spirit he gasped when it talked to him again, looking to Haku quickly before back to the creature. He didn’t know if he could talk to it as well but then again he didn’t know how far the creature’s telepathy went or if it was just because he could naturally speak to spirits; however, he had only spoken to plants before and other spirits of his species. Frowning, he sits down from his squat and held a pair of claws out in front of him. “Uhh…I don’t know what you mean by ‘together’…what do I do now?”

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Kiton didn’t know what he wanted in reality, he didn’t know why he had been trying to so long to keep living either. His life had been too hard for someone to grow up in and managing to get this far was only because of his power. His inheritance was all that had been keeping him going and he didn’t know if he deserved that. “I don’t know…how badly I want to live. I just happen to keep living and get on with it”. Trying not to think about it too much he didn’t know how to handle trying to shake York’s hand so instead decided to give his palm a quick pat before lowering his hand again.

Staring down for a moment as the group had a little debate on how long they would last against him he couldn’t help but frown, feeling like he didn’t deserve this kind of chatter. He didn’t really like how they were having a laugh about how long it would take for York to die against him, kind of hoping that York might had been more modest about his power. It wasn’t what he wanted, he didn’t ask to be flattered. He knew he was powerful but it wasn’t exactly a power he could control as demonstrated in the battle. He couldn’t exactly stop everyone from thinking that about him, it wasn’t his place to try and tell them their praise wasn’t something he was flattered about.

Continuing to stare down at the ground he did eventually look up to Sasha when she talked to him again, staring at her for a moment before looking to the injector and gave that a prolonged stare instead. “…Oh, I uhh…I don’t do drugs”, he said before briefly smiling, eventually ending on a sigh. That was probably a pretty lame thing to say as his excuse, but he didn’t have much to lose right now. Raising his hand he gave the injector back to her, keeping his gaze low. “I’m just not very good at medicine stuff or injecting things…as in I never do it…”

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Viral didn’t know what to think about Yumi telling him to embrace the pain as a good thing, it was as if she had never felt it before if she thought of it like that. Groaning in response to her ‘badge of honour’ mentality he slowly rubbed his arm, frowning. “I understand that feeling pain while training and to test your resolve may be a good thing, but I did nothing to earn this pain. You worked hard to get where you are while I did nothing, as far as I know. I woke up like this and don’t have any memories that can tell me what happened…so I just want to get rid of the pain and forget anything happened”. He had no reason to hang onto the pain he was feeling and waking up with it was hard enough, especially when he didn’t understand how he got it. “Just like waking up with a headache, I don’t want it to be around and will want to get rid of it…”

Sighing when Yumi also denied him the mallet be slowly sat back again, looking elsewhere as he scratched his chest. It wasn’t that hard of a request to fulfil and if he was going to be denied the ability to get rid of pain then he would be able to do it himself. If he wasn’t able to get a mallet then the next best thing would have to do. When she disappeared he looked around at all the blurry shapes before closing his eyes, trying to do his best to relax. He was still feeling incredibly tense as his heart wouldn’t stop racing, his body feeling like it could break if he so much as bumped against something. He definitely didn’t know how he was going to get rid of this pain but he did know once it was gone he didn’t want to feel it again for a long time.

Keeping quiet as he tried to relax he opened his eyes when Yumi had finally returned, feeling a little confused as to where she was until he spotted the shadow of the tea. Reaching out he took it calmly, giving it a quick sniff before looking up when something was placed on his head. Frowning as he reached up the hat was already gone, giving Yumi an annoyed look instead. So she wasn’t able to get sunglasses but came out with a hat of some sorts, his disappointed reflected in his face before he sighed and leaned back. “It’s not the sunlight that’s bothering me, I just don’t want to be looking like I’m staring at whatever rather than at people’s eyes…” Taking a sip of the tea there was an immediate reaction that was a mix of questioning and wondering if he was going to be able to drink this. There was also the thought of realising how thirsty he was too, but given how hot the tea was he tried to shrug that off. “…You know that aquatic lifeforms don’t drink fluids, but rather get it all from their food. I’m only semi-aquatic and…I doubt I even consumed enough fluid that I actually need to function…”

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

@AlexStarsionAre you alive?

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

Despite having a relatively stable life he didn’t really have very many happy memories he could think of to give him happy thoughts. He had memories of being happy, but nothing that would make him actually feel happy enough to do this. He wouldn’t say he was unhappy, he just didn’t really express his emotions very well because he never got a chance to when he was growing up. He was always by himself or talking to the spirits, never actually trying to get anything from them that might give him a happy memory. He was really starting to feel his limitations here, that his social awkwardness was going to get in the way of his ability to use his powers. Feeling all stressed out he quickly asked for help from Haku, frowning a little when he didn’t really have many answers himself. “I-I guess that was kind of happy…but then again I was really nervous too. I didn’t know what was going to happen to me or anything, really”, he spoke before sighing, rubbing his claws together, “I never had friends either. Everybody thought I was weird, even my parents. I guess I have only two emotional states: nervous or angry…”

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Kiton stared at Sasha in disbelief, the very notion that he would be fine with all that seeming to be all they concentrated on. He wasn’t a child, he could still feel betrayal even if it was a test of character; however, while it did hurt he couldn’t exactly complain much about it unless he wanted to get into some degree of trouble. Just because he had passed some sort of test didn’t mean they were over with judging him. He didn’t know what to say or do without them judging him now, knowing if he complained too much they would just say it was ‘for his own good’ so that he didn’t have to go to prison. “I guess the real question is whether death is a more suitable punishment than spending the rest of eternity locked away…”

Sighing aloud he dropped his head, only looking up when Ricken decided to give him an answer too. Letting out a groan he dropped his expression, looking rather disappointed before looking to York when he decided to pitch in. Dropping his head he felt pretty lost, really finding it hard to tell what he was supposed to do. Was he supposed to feel happy about it? He didn’t know whether to party or think about his future. Looking up at York’s hand as it was extended out to him, frowning as he looked up at the man. “I don’t know what my future is supposed to be, nevermind how I’m supposed to see you people as in it…” he sighed, eventually slowly raising his hand up but paused, seeing the size difference between his own and York’s, “…You know, I contemplated dying back there several times, I’m sure you could had annihilated me easily if you tried”.

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Viral let out a grumble at her answer, not finding that to be a terribly good answer for him. He was supposed to give permission before they could touch him, he was sure that’s how it happened. It was just another thing he didn’t understand, but then again he definitely wasn’t used to it. Nobody had wanted to touch him for many years unless it was for medical reasons, making it hard to disassociate gentle gestures from that. “I’m not really familiar with hugs, but if you say so”, he sighed, shifting himself in his seat, “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do when that happens”. Definitely still annoyed with how he was seemingly being babied and treated like a patient he frowned when he was denied painkillers for the moment, sighing as he slowly reached up and rubbed at his neck. “Well what else am I supposed to do whenever I get hurt? My body heals but the pain remains, I wouldn’t even be surprised if what I’m feeling is still lingering from when I transformed”, he sighed before slowly shaking his head, “Maybe…you can get me that mallet instead, otherwise I don’t need anything. I don’t know where to begin with so many requests, anyway. I’ve barely been awake and I don’t know where exactly I am…maybe you can get me some sunglasses or something…”

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

T’charrl didn’t understand what he was supposed to do, if he couldn’t make the seeds grow properly then he wouldn’t be able to help here. He was feeling pretty useless right now. Maybe it would had been good for the spirit to take the energy he was harbouring and use it to heal the area since it could do that much better than him. Staring at the patch of dirt he gasped when the spirit rubbed itself against his leg, trying to tell him to think happy thoughts probably. “What but I, uhh…I-I don’t know what to think for happy thoughts…” he spoke, looking down at the patch again. Just what did he have that was a happy memory? There was his family but he missed them so that wasn’t very happy, then there was his friends but he missed them too. Slowly bending down he gave the dirt a light poke, trying to think of a happy thought that didn’t just make him feel nervous or nostalgic. “Uhh…I-I don’t know any happy thoughts. Is that what I’m missing…?” he questioned himself before looking to Haku, “I need some happy thoughts! I don’t know any, though!”

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Despite being crushed before he could even have the serum help him, Kiton’s thoughts were elsewhere. He didn’t know what he was doing or whether he could trust these people for lying so harshly to him, even if it was for their best interests. He genuinely thought he had lost everything, but here they were all fine and well. As he was finally let go he gasped and held onto his ribs, wondering if he might just pass out just from that alone. He didn’t understand what he was supposed to say to all this, he was completely lost for words. Staring at nothing for a moment he soon looked up to Leto, a moment of disbelief on his face before he looked to Sasha. “That’s a…really horrible lie…”

Finding it hard to process the lie he gasped when Sasha took his hand, leading him down to the others who had arrived. He didn’t know how to process any of that or what he was supposed to say about it, but he did know he was still angry and disappointed in himself. He honestly thought he was going to be alone again and couldn’t even process the thought that the others might be alive. Staring down at the other rebel actors who were pretty much out of it he felt angry that they had to be put through all this just for testing him, then there was the man he had effectively beaten. “Do you…always do this for new people? What if I did kill him? What would had happened then??” he questioned her, still feeling pretty terrible about it all, “Would I had been ambushed and killed off? Is that it?”

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Viral did take a moment to contemplate whether he could actually dull the pain elsewhere in his body and replace it with a singular pain. He didn’t know what he was supposed to do about this pain or how long it was going to last, but it was expected when he was transformed for so long. All of his transformations took a massive toll on his body and for him to wander around all willy-nilly made him wonder just how far gone he would have to be mentally to not realise he was struggling with his energy resources. Sighing at the offer of tea he simply waved his hand a little, his arms feeling oddly heavy. “Sure…tea, whatever…” he spoke before looking to his shoulder, getting quite annoyed with how handsy everybody was with him since he wasn’t noticing them.

Growling lowly in annoyance he sat back slowly, gradually managing to fold his arms as he closed his eyes. In the brief moment of silence he had to himself it was interrupted once Yumi arrived back on the scene. Looking up he pushed himself up he stared in her direction, frowning before pulling back a little when she touched his forehead. “What’s with all of you today and touching me without my permission…” Frowning when she decided to touch his paw instead he let out an annoyed sigh, feeling confused when she talked about something they had. “I don’t…know what you’re talking about. What thing? I don’t remember…” he muttered, slowly rubbing his head as he tried to remember it. There wasn’t much of the other day he could recall, he felt like he had woken up from a bad dream with whatever battle she was talking about having flown right over his head. Trying to think about it he soon looked back to Yumi when she asked him a question, frowning a little before he sighed and reclined back. “Maybe punch Aito when he gets back. He’s clearly taking advantage of me with all that touching he’s doing…” he sighed, “Otherwise I don’t know…unless you can get me painkillers, but Vegeta keeps those hidden from so that’s annoying. I can’t see anything, I can’t smell anything or hear right, my bones feel like they are going to cave in…I just want some relief”.

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

@shylarahIt won't work very well when he's being questioned about his reasoning xP If she's not making herself known to him he won't notice her o/