Mogtaki

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

Cecil really wasn’t understanding anything, especially why it was essential for her to do that when it was possibly dangerous for her to. He didn’t know what his body temperature was right now and if he was too hot he could injure her. She was just risking her body by touching him and whatever hugs were supposed to do they probably weren’t for causing damage. The way Amuné was rambling just confused him, he wasn’t like her and constantly having to tell her that was just making him feel even more alienated from normal society. She was just making him feel bad for not understanding it, he didn’t mean for that to happen but she was definitely making it feel that way. He was not sure what he was even supposed to say about that, if there was something he just couldn’t wrap his head around he wasn’t going to get it with an explanation as simple as that. Just what did she want from him, anyway? If he did what she just did he would probably crush her, or melt her if that’s what happened when organic matter got too hot.

Gasping as the sound of people entering had been brought to his attention he very quickly he turned immediately, not just seeing Ethan and Nymira but a whole load of strangers too. Just who were these people and why were they here? Had they gone away and got new friends already? He didn’t even know how long he had been offline for, but it seemed as if they were already out trying to find new friends. He didn’t even know if he should say something, these people definitely knew he was a Machina just from looking at him in this state and in this place so that wasn’t a secret anymore. He felt a little scared, he didn’t know who these people were and here one was very quickly approaching him. Gasping he pulled back his head, slightly raising his fist as if ready to defend himself if necessary before they finally backed off.

Just what was going on? He thought he had a handle on everything until Amuné got all defensive over something he didn’t understand and these people with Ethan and Nymira entered. It was good to know that they were somewhat okay, Nymira seemed to be suffering from a leak on her ankle area but otherwise she didn’t look like she was going to cease functioning like he did. He felt pretty bad, even if he didn’t know how she got that injury. Frowning, he looked away and flexed his fingers a little, giving his reaction time a little test before looking to Norman when he gave him the option to recharge. Giving the others a quick glance he soon looked away and slowly moved off the bench, walking rather stiffly off towards the station. Frowning at the sight of it he glanced at Norman as he was opened and plugged in, keeping relatively silent as he was told to stay put.

Just how was he supposed to act around these people? He wasn’t supposed to be seen as anything but a Machina so he couldn’t act like himself, at least while there was strangers around. It felt awkward and worrying, like if he so much as spoke he would be exposed for being too much like the rest of them and they might panic too. Why didn’t they tell him anything before coming in? It was fine for them to act all normal and come on in like they had done so normally for however long they had been alive, but for him there was a lot more danger to it. He was going to have to act like a Machina might until they went away. It was one thing to trust mechanics that were around Norman and helped to rebuild him, but these people were strangers and probably Magi and all that; who knew if they were dangerous or not.

When Ethan decided to approach him and started to talk all casually he froze up, staring at him. He understood he was trying to show his gratitude but he didn’t know how he was supposed to express himself. He didn’t know if Ethan should be thankful either, he was just doing what he was supposed to do. He wasn’t like them, he was made for combat and using himself in a combat situation shouldn’t be something he was thankful for. “I was…doing what I was built to do”, he spoke, looking down at himself, “I’m a Machina, I’m not supposed to feel pain. I was just doing what I was built to do…everything is functioning correctly. I don’t need any help, thank you…” All these people must had been their new friends, but if that was the case how was he supposed to be himself? He certainly couldn’t pass as a Muran in the state he was in, not to mention he had his chest open and his body plugged into another machine. “I am having my battery charged. Don’t touch me, my body is still a high temperature after repairs…”

Kensen didn’t know what to make of the little get-together, nor did he think too much about the Machina. It did look a little too real for certain if maybe it missing some paint, but even if that was the case then why did this group have a combat Machina? Did they even need it? Surely it cost them a lot of money and it certainly didn’t belong to the Princess, especially considering how Dimuran tribes typically thought of Machina. It was certainly a little suspicious not to mention those things were dangerous. That was definitely a little too suspicious for him to let pass by, but it was probably the fact that they gave it a Muran name that made him wonder. Just where did they find it if they’re too poor to afford such a thing? Lone combat Machina were typically owned by high profile businessmen and military, something none of this lot were.

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

The twins were about done with their little trip away from Uuonoe and about ready to get back to less serious stuff, especially after a fight like that and the treatment they had been receiving in the hospital. As par the usual the twins were seen as a strange phenomenon as they were seen to have nearly identical injuries and were healing at about the same rate too. It was always the same and having to explain how their Ki being linked caused it to happen never failed to still baffle people who weren’t familiar with Ki all that much. Luckily their injuries weren’t too bad so they were out pretty quick and only had to wait for Yumi and Viral to heal up a bit more before leaving. Arriving back on solid ground was welcoming for the pair of them, although Kai was definitely looking more fed up than Choi. They captured some of the goons who they had been fighting at least, so maybe Korian wasn’t going to get too furious at them for the two dead Elites. It would be the pilots and other soldiers back at the base to sort out once the main ship was docked. Kabocha had the right idea, even if his was a desperation to find some girls who might possibly like him for once. “I’m more for the food part myself. Sick of rations and hospital food already”, Kai sighed, looking quickly to his brother before immediately to Kabocha as they were both grabbed. Guess they had no choice where they were going anyway. It was highly doubtful that Viral and Yumi would even go, Kabocha was shooting low with that suggestion.

Viral was definitely not in the best of moods to be going off on one of their little adventures, especially with those Saiyans. He wasn’t completely healed, just enough to convince the hospital to let him go back to Uuonoe. His body had nearly been completely destroyed so it was a miracle that he could even move around as much as he was. While it would be ideal to just get away from the base as far as possible, he couldn’t shirk his responsibilities like the others. Keeping his eyes off the others while Yumi dealt with Kabocha he frowned, attempting to make plans in his head before looking to Yumi when she made the approach, narrowing his eyes before he looked away towards the base. “One thing that’s on my list is to kick Aito’s ass, wherever that bastard is…” he grunted, rolling his shoulder, I need to find somewhere where the solar energy is abundant first…and you, shouldn’t you be getting some rest? You’re hardly doing yourself any good by staying up and about like this with that head of yours…”

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While it was nice to finally see what his city and family had been getting up to, T’charrl was feeling fair nervous about returning to a more familiar place. He knew the days he had spent with his family was more for relaxing and trying to get rid of some of his nerves, but he still developed a fair case of the shakes despite that. He was fairly relaxed those past few days, just when it finally came to doing what he set out to do did his nerves return. It was important that he came here, the King of this land was his only lead to more stable power. While he had been here before, he was now with his father and there for the purpose of training and discovering more about himself, whatever those discoveries may be. He knew it was going to be a lot of work, but he had no idea how he was going to even work in the first place when he didn’t know where to start with it yet. As they were taken into the lift he sighed heavily in an attempt to relax, but still he continued to twiddle his claws restlessly.

“Ah, the sights? I-I mean yes! That would be nice to do”, he nodded quickly, laughing nervously before sighing again. He certainly wondered how many staring eyes he was going to gain through coming here, he was very much aware that he was going to be the odd one out here. While it was obvious Haku was a visitor from the outside world, it would be easy to pick him out as a bit of a barbarian in their culture due to his colour and type. His father was too large to get picked on for sure, no matter where he went he would be seen as the greater Kaesstrian and was generally untouchable. He had a lot to live up to compared to his mother and father, but right now all he hoped was to not be caught out as a bit of a runt compared to the rest of these citizens. He probably shouldn’t think too much about it, he was just used to being the outcast and expected it from these people too. “Oh uhh…huh? Oh, I would rather we looked around now”, he spoke, momentarily coming back out of his own thoughts and into reality again, “I need to find a way to relax before I get to work. I’m too much on edge…I need to uhh…chill out? Yeah…”

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

Shu didn’t want Takeshi or anyone anywhere near him, becoming pretty aggressive as a result of his loss and humiliation. Everybody was disappointed in him, all staring and upset over the results, even if the announcer had got them cheering somewhat. It cut him pretty deep, he didn’t know what to do about it other than last out and even attack his own brother. Furiously he hissed and made it clear to Takeshi that he wanted him to keep away, shaking a little with each breath. The sounds of the crowd widdled away behind a white noise ringing in his ears, the thoughts of everything negative completely clouding his judgement and humanity. He wasn’t even really focusing on Takeshi all that well, especially when he was a little wobbly in the knees both from his rage and the lack of focus he was suffering from with his head not being too good. He didn’t have any real awareness of anything, not until Aito started talking to him too.

Shu understood what Aito’s arms being up meant, he was definitely picking up on that but he remained pretty cautious, baring his teeth at him all the same. He was slowly moving back as well, just a few centimetres at a time as his foot slid backwards on the floor. He was both angry and scared, feeling a little crowded even if he only had one person to focus on. While he could understand Aito he was barely seeing through the reasoning behind it, like he had been betrayed by both of them. He wasn’t weak, he never was weak and yet they treated him that way all because of a bump to the head. He felt confused, his sharp gaze looking in Sasha’s and Ricken’s direction briefly. Aito didn’t know what he was talking about, it was his fault for getting hit on the head.

When Sasha stepped in and immediately dropped her head down he was startled slightly, making a step back quickly and pulling his arms in. He went from angry to frightened really fast, his knees almost crossing as he bent forward in submission. He didn’t understand why it was her fault, she was only doing what she was supposed to do in a fight on stage. Now he had made her sad, this was awful. Everybody was masking their feelings and he didn’t understand why when it was his injury and not theirs. The crowd was disappointed in him, there was probably some talking about him while the announcer continued to prattle on, but there was no way of seeing if it was a reality or all in his head. Frowning, he rubbed his hands together before taking hold of his tail, looking away from everyone before seeing Sasha’s hand held out for him to take. Looking to her hand he soon looked to her, frowning heavily before letting out a little sigh, lowering his head as he reached out for her hand. “…Okay…okay, we get fruit, I guess…”

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

“Yeah! Shu do his best!” he spoke quickly, nodding a little, “If Takeshi win it kay, just want to have fun!” He was quite excited now, this should be a good end to the day. He hoped the people weren’t going to be disappointed in him and now with being able to take part in the finals he was going to have a great time again. Aito didn’t seem to be protesting, it must’ve been okay to fight. It was going to be exciting, especially when they hadn’t really fought before since the tournament all that time ago. Maybe it would go the same way, maybe he would end up winning or Takeshi by knocking him off the ring. He didn’t know what was going to happen, but he certainly hoped the crowd would enjoy it even if it did end up being playful. He just wanted to make people feel proud of him and happy for him, he couldn’t stand the thought of disappointing so many people. Hearing the announcer man speak up on the loud speaker his heart jumped, his eyes quickly going to Takeshi who went ahead before bouncing off the bench, making his way over to Takeshi.

Not giving much of a care about what the announcer was saying he bounced on the spot, feeling all sorts of excited. Everybody was going to be happy to see how strong he had gotten and how brave he was to minor bumps. With the announcer talking a whole lot Takeshi seemed to be a little impatient and headed up to the ring already, watching as he moved and headed on up to the stage, feeling a little confused but decided to follow him anyway. He thought he had to be called up, so he hung around in the corner a bit out of the way until it was time to get close. It was time to show that he was truly a capable fighter and not some weakling, he was capable of standing on his own two feet. Getting ready to fight he raised his fists, waiting for the announcement to start before bouncing forward; however, instead of coming at him Takeshi appeared to be moving back instead.

“Wha? N-No! Y-You said!” By the time Shu had rushed over it was too late as Takeshi had already thrown himself off stage much to the confusion of others and himself. Backing off rather quickly he felt the silence of the audience bore through his body immediately, gasping as he looked towards them and around. He couldn’t see them, but their silence and whispered words tore into him like he was the one at fault, like all this was because he had a slight bump on the head. It was his fault that he didn’t dodge that kick, he ruined this match for everyone with Takeshi seeing him as too weak to even try. It was a disaster, he had ruined everything, he wasn’t even giving the announcer any attention either as he tried to recover the crowd. Continuing his staring out he didn’t take any notice of Takeshi, his blank stare continuing before he suddenly snapped back into reality and threw a kick at Takeshi before backing off in a bounce, hissing at him angrily with his hands raised as if he might try to scratch him if he came close again.

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

Shu didn’t want to have to quit, nor did he think it was fair for him to be the one to quit when he had tried hard to be on top of things all day. He had tried to keep his worries out of his life for the entire day, but this was just making him feel straight up terrible when everyone else was counting on him. “It just little pain! It not-…it not problem…” If he was still capable of standing then he was still able to fight, one little injury wasn’t going to stop him even if he wasn’t going to win. He didn’t know how this was supposed to encourage him to be a stronger individual either, seeing how everyone around him continued to fight on even with the difficulties they suffered from along the way. It made him feel weak, even if it was for his own health that he should avoid taking too much damage. He knew a lot of people looked down on him for being vulnerable, but he didn’t want to be seen as vulnerable at all. Maybe he had been trying to keep himself all bottled up all day, but that was only to show he was capable of dealing with his problems himself and carrying on like all the rest of them. He did want to be strong, he just didn’t know how.

Looking to Takeshi slowly when he spoke again he let out a hiccup, staring at him for a moment as he told that he shouldn’t need to worry anymore. “We…really fight? Really? Really??” he spoke, bouncing on his seat a little, “Ooooohhh! No care if win or not! Just fighting good! Fight good and do good! Not do bad, that bad! Just no hit the head and I no hit your head!” He thought that was a fair compromise since it was only his head that was a little bit funny, otherwise he felt pretty okay. He didn’t feel sick or felt like he was going to collapse so that was probably good, he was fine with what he had just now. He would get treatment right after and the food he wanted too, he was still feeling quite hungry but that had to wait as the finals weren’t too far away. Giving his head a quick rub he nodded a little, smiling, “Would just be a bad if people are here and then there no final, yes? I know Shu would be sad!”

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

@shylarahHe doesn't know what a hug is or what people affection is in general is the thing lol Nahhh it's fine you're not making it tough, just it's hard to not make a one note reply back when your character is trapped I guess lol

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

Poor Cecil barely gets a paragraph cause you grabbed him dang

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

Cecil knew there wasn’t much for him to ask for, there never was something other than maintenance. It shouldn’t had been something to ask for anyway, it should’ve been standard to give him a recharge when all he did was travel around. Not knowing exactly why he had been made in such a way his train of thought had been quickly interrupted by Amuné bouncing on him for some reason. He didn’t understand what this was supposed to be for, all it might end up doing is make him stiff because he hadn’t cooled yet. Not particularly understanding what she was supposed to be doing or what he was supposed to feel from it he moved his arm to try and push her away. “I don’t get hurt…I’m a Machina. I just get damaged”, he spoke lowly, giving his head a shake, “I’m nothing like a person, I just look and sound like one. I don’t get why you don’t understand that…and I don’t understand what you’re doing or why you’re touching me when you were told not to”.

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Kensen was getting a little annoyed at the accusation that he was the one who lost, even though Gage meant it figuratively. He felt like he was representing a collective and he didn’t like that, especially when he was supposed to be an individual. “How do I lose to someone who was barely a person at that time? Nevermind me, I’m younger than you keep making me out to be”, he spoke quickly, seeing no relevance in saying he was the one who lost to her, “Sometimes I wonder if you just enjoy getting me involved in something that was beyond my control just to try and make fun of me for it”. It was certainly irritating and he didn’t try to do anything that would otherwise get him involved, he was just being a bit of a jerk for the sake of it. He was well aware Gage didn’t like him but attacking his past was going a little too far, he wouldn’t even do something like that.

“People change…or most people. I don’t know about you but most people do change”, he shook his head, waving his hand, “You just hate the thought of me having some stability, is all”. Taliya wasn’t some heartless monster, people just preferred to see her like that because of how she spoke and how her mannerisms were. They’d soon see what she was really like if they tried to get to know her better, but then again they barely wanted to get to know him and he was generally seen as a bit of a quiet thug like they saw her except as the loud type. Who cared really, anyway. If they were going to see him as that then he would just have to carry on with it. “If they drop dead they aren’t my problem anymore. You watch, I’ll give them something fun to do so they don’t have to die in a depression”.

Having Nymira moaning was pretty amusing to him, even if she wasn’t having any kind of fun. She wouldn’t had gotten so hurt if she had just trained in magic properly, but of course she had spent most of her time strutting around like a little diva with no worries in the world. It was just proof that her clan were doomed the moment she would take over, there was no reason for them to follow someone like her. He may had abandoned his clan, but she was going to fail them all at this rate. Letting out a groan in response he continued to carry on, ignoring the people passing him as well. Even though he was known to exist he still got a lot of people looking at him and just because he was behind a pair of goggles he didn’t fail to notice. Among those having a look at him was Lionel, his arms folding as he stopped, waiting for Lionel to approach them.

Just the usual crap, it seemed. Just typical that he’d bring a friend along, probably to show them off. He wasn’t taking any of it, he was just going to mind his own business. Probably some extra healer or something, so who really cared. He didn’t exactly have the best experience when it came to getting healed, but it wasn’t as if he was going to project hate onto the person, just the magic itself. “I don’t care what you tell her. Bunch of their stupid rats kept getting in the way so we got rid of them instead. They wouldn’t had stood a chance against even one of those things…” he grunted, shaking his head, “Not like you actually know what combat is like to understand, anyway…”

Who really cared, that was the question. He certainly didn’t care at all about that kind of stuff and just wanted to get back so he could rest. Despite his ability to use his magic without much of a second thought he still got pretty tired from flying around a whole lot along with using so many different types of magic. They didn’t get exhausted from using magic much anymore, but doing so much all at one time meant he deserved a nap. Adjusting his goggles a little he looked to Ethan when he was approached, staring at him for a moment when he tried to think on who Cecil was. “…Your…Machina?” he questioned him, humming slightly before looking off in the direction of the building, “…Sure. If we must go see it then whatever. So long as neither of you collapse in the workshop, that is…”

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

Shu frowned, disliking where this was going. “Umm…no?” he spoke, raising his shoulders, “Bump all the time! Just did much of the things today…” It wasn’t as if he was bleeding profusely from the head or showing signs that he couldn’t move anymore, he was feeling just fine apart from the sore head and the wobbling going on. He didn’t see why he should drop out of it if he was just feeling a little off and no more. He was really worried that he had screwed up now, maybe he wasn’t good enough to be out in battle if all it took was one kick to send him into the danger zone. It wasn’t fair, he didn’t know what he was supposed to do or say to support his point that he was a perfectly capable fighter. It made him depressed that was for sure, all these problems looming over him and them all trying to fix them but getting nowhere. He figured he would be fine with this, even if it was completely overplayed and faked people would still enjoy watching it and who knew how long they had been waiting to see this.

“No want a little match any time! No need that!” he spoke quickly before frowning, slowly shaking his head, “Just because you think it stupid…but it not stupid! Only been to this and last tournament! You no know what it like…” He didn’t want to disappoint so many people because he couldn’t go through with his final match, it wasn’t as if they didn’t have a replacement either. He was the one who got through and if he couldn’t go up to the stage to fight then everybody was going to be disappointed in him. They would probably all talk about how he ruined the tournament because there wasn’t going to be a final. It made him feel awful, he just wanted to entertain people with this. “You no know what it like to only be part of people word for small time, then no part of it. It is not always something Shu was able to do that is not fighting for living…”

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

Shu was feeling a little bit uncomfortable with all this shouting Ricken was doing, especially when he was supposed to be having fun. He didn’t like feeling guilty for nothing that was his fault, he did wish he would stop with it as he continued to egg on Takeshi. He wondered if Aito was affected by it, but then again he wasn’t that much Saiyan in him and was more Human. It was probably like making fun of his foot or something which was hardly a big deal or even relevant to who he was as a person. This was definitely pretty uncomfortable to watch, he couldn’t help but wonder how the crowd was feeling too. It was certainly easier to see the people in the crowd, there wasn’t a bright light shining on them so the darkness certainly helped his focus. There was a lot of silence in some areas, but that silence was because they were either interested in the fight or were hoping they weren’t going to get hit by something Ricken threw around. Probably a good reason why Ki was not to be used in this place, it would hit a whole lot of people.

Trying to remain pretty positive looking he rubbed his hands together and tried to watch the blurry masses jumping around and blur together sometimes as Takeshi and Ricken got close together in a wrestle. It wasn’t making him feel sick, but it was certainly hard to watch and making him feel rather tired. He wanted to look elsewhere but if he did he would look either disinterested or distressed which would make their opinions of him even worse. Watching as the blurry couple started to move off in a different direction he squeaked a little when it looked like one of them had received a ring out, squinting his eyes to try and see who it was. Gasping when the announcer said it was Takeshi he looked to Aito and Sasha quickly, watching as she decided to get up to go see to her brother. Frowning a little, he looked to the sharpening blur that was Takeshi who decided to head on over to the bench, simply watching him as he decided to sit beside him. Frowning a little, he pressed his fingers together as he tried to think up something to say, eventually looking to Takeshi when he decided to take the lead in the discussion. Feeling a little worried that he thought he was fragile he raised his shoulders, trying to hide his slump. “Oooh! Still want to fight! Still good! Just dizzy and a little blur, but all good! No feel sick or really tired, just a little sore”, he spoke quickly, rubbing his head, “It not a big problem, I mean…feel okay to fight, should be able to fight, yes? It only chance!”