Mogtaki

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

It wasn’t just a matter of him being selfish and not allowing Nymira to make a presence with the leader of Mutebo, he wasn’t just trying to take out his anger over the tribe abandoning him in such a vicious fashion. There was so much more to Mutebo, their group and the entire situation they were attempting to place themselves in. She had no idea what would happen if she allied her clan with the city, it certainly wasn’t going to end with anything good so long as the situation remained a particularly bad one. Forces would be stretched thin, there would be even more people at risk too and even if she got all defensive saying the clan was strong and had many allies it still didn’t excuse the threat they would be placed in if they decided to become allies forcefully.

Tactical reasoning aside, he really didn’t want to have the clan be a part of his life in general. The clan had abandoned him over a reason they had created themselves, he never did run from the group on his own decision. He was still bitter after all these years, it wasn’t his fault and yet he was accused of being a traitor to the whole clan. He had been left bitter by it, he nearly died. Right now he just wanted to get inside and get food and probably have a nap after, it wasn’t easy flying around all the time before food. Wanting to ignore Nymira for now as the arrogant princess she probably was, ignoring the little quip she gave about his leader; however, when she mentioned his honour he stopped in his tracks.

“My own? I was trying to help them that day, the day I was cast out. I never did have an official mother or father in that clan like several other Skyborn children. Maybe your father also sent them to their deaths one day, who knows”, he spoke before turning back to her, pulling his bandana down a little, “My honour was crushed and torn from me when your father cast me out so I guess you could say I do not. Does it make you feel happier to hear me say that? Or would you rather me get all angry about it like you seem to be?” Turning away again he carried on, letting out a sigh. “You’ll find food inside and once you get your Machina fixed, you can leave if you want. An alliance is just too dangerous and out of the question, you have no idea…”

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

Viral didn’t give the city barely a thought when he fired that sun beam, his primary goal being to kill the Saiyan. When the smoke cleared from his face and the light returned to normal he hissed a laugh, his eyes searching for the Saiyan briefly before setting his sights on him. He looked like he had lost his humanity completely, barely looking like a shell of his former self of the proud warrior he once was. Watching as the Saiyan fell out of the air he sniggered, walking towards him. ”What? Is your precious Ki failing you??” he taunted as he approached, snickering all the way until he was kicked in the head. Snarling, he stepped to the side and gave his head a shake, looking around for the Elite until he was attacked once more. The kick to the head may had been unable to cause him to topple but it still did the damage, however it also made him angrier.

With a sharp turn Viral faced the Elite with a driving purpose to kill him renewed. He was done toying with them, now he was ready to kill the puny alien. Moving to turn completely he was instead punched rapidly in the side, snarling in response as he turned still and immediately swiped at him, but the Elite had bounced back in response. This tiny creature was getting really annoying now, he just wanted him dead. Moving to march towards him he stopped when he was hit by many quills that bore in-between his scales, becoming lodged in his abdomen and forearms. Snarling, he began to approach the Elite again, not even touching the quills. ”Your King couldn’t kill me…what makes you think you can??” he snarled as he threw his claws down at the Elite, immediately swinging his foot around after, ”Every night I feel the excruciating pain! Their mocking laughter in my head…their machines tearing my body apart…and you think your King is fair?? You’ll die in the name of your King!!” Rearing back once more he took the chance to charge up another sun beam, eventually firing one once more with the intended target being the Elite with the city being not even a concern.

Legend of Zelda: Templar Ascension

Things seemed to be going pretty well for them, that was pretty good. There was nothing happening so far regarding who might notice them or whether everything they were doing was just going to blow their cover anyway by hoisting themselves up balcony after balcony. Link still didn’t know if this was the best plan but it was probably the only way they were going to get up there without being noticed or seen as suspicious, the alert probably remaining on high despite everything that had happened previously to them. There was nothing telling the Templars that Demoko and everyone else was still alive or not so there was no doubt that they would continue to look for them and be on high alert. Every single level they took their time on felt like it was taking a century to climb, namely the physical effort getting to him by the time they passed the third one. He was not as strong as he could’ve been without his magic, he knew that, but something else was just draining him pretty badly. Maybe it was the stress, he wasn’t sure, but he was fair tired after five of them.

Getting ready to get up the 6th balcony once Regol had gone up he gasped when he thought he felt something happening, his heart having a brief jump and dizziness overcoming him momentarily. While he thought he heard something on the floor Regol was checking out, he was sure it wasn’t that which caused him to feel so strange. Trying to pull himself back together he sighed and rubbed his head, trying to pull it together. He didn’t know what happened there but he was feeling fair weird now, almost unsettled by something within him after whatever happened up there. Looking to Caelan he stepped back slightly so he could get some space. “I-I just need a moment before I go again. Just uhh, need a short break from this climbing…”

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

Kensen was already growing annoyed at the kid screaming behind him for no reason, over a Machina no less. It was just irritating at this point and he did wish he could tell her to shut up again but he had more important things to worry about. He didn’t have much to worry about today, but with this load of people coming in with the daughter of that man who nearly indirectly killed him being here had him bothered by a fair sizeable margin. It was not long ago but he was still young when it happened and he was treated like a lesser being to them for surviving. She barely seemed to remember him from it and did spend some time giving him a staring at before finally coming to the conclusion that she indeed did remember the event and barely looked like she gave a damn too.

All that he did back then was the right thing, everything that happened was correct of him to do and there was nothing else he could do to change that. Even though he could go on forever about what happened and why he wasn’t to blame the words spoken by Nymira told him she probably didn’t give a damn about it and never would care since it didn’t affect her life in the slightest to know. She had zero sympathy for what happened and definitely had her curiosity satisfied enough for her to not care about him anymore. Even though he was asking for no sympathy before it still made him angry, probably because of how cold she was acting and simply saying ‘nevermind you’ll probably be able to go back now anyway’. “I don’t see how a flyer like myself would be well accepted into a clan of majorly ground dragons after what happened. I am more welcome among outcasts”.

Turning slightly to walk back to the house he frowned when she mentioned an alliance with her clan, looking back at her with a frown from behind his clothing. Turning back to her as she started making demands he folded his arms, watching her for a moment as she fell backwards nearly onto her backside if the cart wasn’t there. Sighing, he dropped his shoulders a little before shaking his head. “’Befriend’ or become acquainted with because I see no reason why you would want to be friends with me or my people without it being an attempt to benefit yourself and your father”, he spoke as he adjusted his goggles, zooming the lenses a little, “I don’t see your father finding friends here. You might as well keep going once we fix your Machina if that’s all you were travelling here for. You have no idea what’s going on if you think Mutebo would want to be allies with a clan such as yours in a time like this. You would be inviting more trouble than it’s worth to both parties”.

It seemed none of them knew what they were in for if they were planning on becoming allies with the city, it was better for them if they just left once everything was sorted. He wasn’t being rude even if he would gladly be to the princess, it was just a case of it being too dangerous for them to consider allying an entire clan with Mutebo. They would be asking for trouble then and there would be very little they could do to protect them. He didn’t know if he even wanted anything to do with them either, they had all been vicious to him and removed him from their clan because he lived. They may be trying to seek allies now, but there was nothing telling him that they wouldn’t turn tail and run themselves if they knew what they were getting into. Turning away he started to head for the building, not giving Nymira any mind anymore since she could make her own way in without needing him to lean against.

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

Viral was steaming in more ways than one. Not only was he absolutely angry, but his body was steaming in a manner that showed healing and where he had healed previously. His body was able to endure all those blasts but the pain it had caused him wasn’t seen on his rather maddened fierce looking face. His form was always causing him great pain, he was not used to changing into it and it often only happened when he was in grave danger. He was being driven mad by everything around him with concentration being barely focused on remembering what his mission was. It was everywhere and everything that was influencing his mentality and at this moment he was only seeing the ruins, the Elites and the blood that had been spilt. He only had a few thoughts going on in his mind and all of them were focused on pain, destruction and death. Giving the Elite one last chance to try and kill him it wasn’t long before he attacked again, leaping through the air to gut the Elite but had that interrupted as he was instead blasted to the side, rolling a bit before he managed to catch the ground.

It was that other Elite, it seemed, the one who had become the centre of his anger not too long ago. ‘A monstrosity, a menace’ was what he was to them all and he recognised that, he knew that he was the largest threat to everyone here. Hissing lowly, he slowly moved to get up again before he was bombarded by Ki blasts, the hits causing him to stumble momentarily. They were coming in hard and fast, blowing up against his body in rapid succession as the power behind them tore up his body. He was still healing through it, but once again the more he was blasted at in certain areas the more his body was taking longer to heal and leaving gaping wounds. He wasn’t moving from his spot, his feet managing to keep a grip of the ground which crumbled at the force of the blasts as well. He was still standing, it felt as if nothing could kill him even as they continued to try. As he slowly but surely faced his body forward he focused on the Saiyan’s point of origin, hissing lowly before he started laughing. ”You can’t kill me…nobody can kill me! The Otherworld has no place for an abomination like me! But…you and your Empire will have no problem fitting in…you hairless monkey!!” Even with the blasts he pulled his head back, opened his jaws wide as his mouth filled with energy before he whipped it down again and fired a large sunbeam which tore the light out of the area, powerful enough to tear through the city ruins as if they were nothing even if he got his target.

Legend of Zelda: Templar Ascension

What seriously? The British army has them...man, that sucks.

We'll get it going again for sure! Will be a fair distraction too, just seeing if Kalamadea really does want to rejoin once they see you're back and about! Just giving the wait a day's time.

Legend of Zelda: Templar Ascension

That is a huge series of unfortunate events and I hope you've been able to find help for all those things. I'm not a professional but have you been able to find assistance? Thought about getting a therapy pet? Remember we're here for you if you need us even if we are just online, it helps to find a place and people for venting.

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

Viral grinned widely when he managed to punish the Elite for running away from him, he wasn’t going to let this creature get away from him for thinking it could ever be superior to him. He was the one on top of everything, there was nothing this man could do against him. This feeling of power over the man was really cheering him up, seeing how he was falling over with little effort and taking heaps of damage from simple attacks too. He was the one in control now, there was nothing this creature could do to stop him. Laughing momentarily he began to approach the Elite, staring down at him before noticing that the Elite was going to attack once more. This was surely a feeble attempt, but then again the energy was strong even on charge up. Moving to run after seeing this happen he was soon pummelled by the blasts, his claws not even bothering to try and block the attacks. Every blast that could hit him did, his feet only momentarily having to force a grip on the ground before he found his centre.

As the attacks continued his scales were torn away and healed over quickly after, his energy leaving his body like smoke each time it happened. He moved slowly forward too, each blast tearing away at him with expanding grazes and burns that healed over. Grinning, he took the blasts like they were nothing as if even with each attack he felt no care for the pain he was going through. Even as his skin looked like it was being torn apart he looked incredibly determined, not even attempting to block since it would do no good anyway. ”The Saiyan Empire MADE me! They are the reason I exist…does that not make you proud??” he grinned through the pain as if it was nothing, ”A monster like me…all because of your King!” Stomping hard on the ground the force caused it to split, rising and crumbling to jolt the Elite before he came in with a large set of claws, attempting to grab the Elite by the throat. His body had still sustained fair damage and continued to heal, but the healing was slower than it had been before. ”You think you can kill me?? I am the ultimate weapon! The Empire will fall…any everyone with it!” he snarled as he threw the Elite away again, ”You want to save the universe?? Then kill me before I kill YOU and everyone in your bloody Empire!” He knew he was superior and was moving in a way that he was toying with the Elite, simply being cruel because it was all he understood. Snarling as he moved he threw himself at the Elite again but this time he was going in claws first looking like he was aiming to kill.

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

@shylarahWell yeah, that discussion has long past since that was when they were still on the carriage :P

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

These people were pretty bothersome with the complaining and being prejudice, but he doubted they’d be here for all that long if they were truly so concerned about everything that wasn’t their Machina. They probably didn’t know who they were and were just pleased with the fact that they were getting it fixed, if it could be properly fixed. Whether there was more internal damage or not wasn’t something he could see, he didn’t know how long they had been using it to fight so there could be more damage than there was before now making the Machina fairly useless. It was really annoying, but luckily they were back which meant relaxing a bit before he had to go out there again. They had all been busy these last few days so rest was always a good thing, even if it was still early. He was pretty hungry after using so much magic at one time, it would be good to get some food too then.

Turning to head towards the house he simply ignored Nymira, not paying her much attention compared to anyone else until she stopped and stared at him. Already he immediately disliked that, he didn’t even know how to deal with that other than try to walk away; however, she soon spoke to him about personal stuff. He knew it was going to come down to this eventually, she probably didn’t come across other Dimurans and he did stick out like a sore thumb even if he did cover up. Sighing lightly he looked to her, not really knowing what her need to know was about before he frowned at her name. He didn’t think that she was going to be here and in front of him no less. This was most displeasing and something he felt rather uncomfortable with, giving his partner a quick look as if asking for assistance; unfortunately, she was away and busy already.

“Hm, Hákon…great”, he muttered before sighing again, looking back down to her. “Fine. I’m Kensen…just Kensen. I don’t come from any clan, at least not anymore. In fact, it was your clan I did call home for a while…but your father kicked me out. It wasn’t that long ago, maybe five…six years ago…I don’t blame you for not remembering me, though. I’m not important”. It was hardly going to be something that someone like Nymira would care about, seeing as how she was rich and going to inherit a big clan like that.