Mogtaki

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

Kensen didn’t much care for what the others were talking about, not was he going to say anything about Adrianna or even look at her as she spoke to them. It was all a big ‘whatever’ to him whether she decided to be pals with them and go off to do whatever they wanted to do once they were away from this place. It was all okay, it wasn’t his place to dictate what they were and were not allowed to plan for the future nor was he going to mention anything about them. In a little world of his own for a moment there he didn’t realise Ethan was talking to him until he mentioned his name, thinking for a moment over what was said. “Hmm I know a few places. I have a place in mind”. There was plenty of bars that sold food but there was also a grill designed for travellers on the go and workers to which there was a lot of. So long as they were into meat then it was all going to be fine for the lot of them.

Not having many other thoughts running though his head he made a casual glance to Nymira, staring at her before looking away again. “If he wishes to keep his job, then sure”, he spoke quickly, waving his hand, “All you do it learn to mostly ignore his tone of voice and casual insults and he’s fine. I doubt he’d be trusted with others at all if he was a loose cannon”. It was true that Gage was pretty loud and strutted around like he owned the place but if any of them so much as stepped out of line then there was punishments. They had a mission here and to throw that all away because someone got annoyed at a little kid would just be idiotic and scarring to the whole cause they were fighting for. They were supposed to be the better people, they had no reason to show they were nothing but thugs.

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Just why was their group so dead set on treating him like he was a person, especially when he was supposed to be a machine that was supposed to kill their kind. He was around so many strangers and everybody was just treating him like he was flesh and blood, like his cover wouldn’t be blown around so many strangers. He didn’t know who these people were, he didn’t know them personally at all. The whole group were all just coming out and treating him like he was one of them, that was going to end in his death if they weren’t careful. Who knew if they would be willing to take him apart once they found out, especially when he apparently had a crystal inside him. Who knew how much that would sell for, it was probably enough to pay off how much it cost to repair him. It was wrong to treat him like a person, that was just the end of it.

Amuné didn’t seem to understand, she was still pretty set on judging him by how he looked and not who he really was. It just wasn’t right to do such a thing, he didn’t even understand their social structures very well. “Don’t call me special…that’s nothing special about be. Just means I’m difficult to repair”, he spoke lowly, looking away, “And also means I’m getting chased all the time…” Amuné seemed to had forgotten that he was something others wanted and they didn’t care whether he was destroyed to get a hold of his parts or taken away whole. She just didn’t get it; he wasn’t like them, he was somebody’s creation and whoever that was they wanted him back. Murans didn’t seem to need to worry about that, they all had their own lives, but he had a purpose and straying from that meant he needed to be taken back to where he came from.

She was making this terribly difficult. She couldn’t possibly understand how he felt. Just because she thought of her animal as a person didn’t make him one, instead it would make him not much better than a pet instead. He didn’t understand. What did anyone want with him? Why was she so set on calling him a person? Why was there people after him? Why were they so willing to have him around despite him showing how dangerous he could be? He didn’t understand any of it and all this was just confusing him, he just shouldn’t be treated like one of them when he definitely wasn’t. How was it right to confuse him so much? Pressing his chest a little bit as if to test how fleshy he actually was he sighed lowly, not buying what Amuné was telling him at all.

Gasping when the sound of someone sounded out he jumped back a few inches, staring at Gage in mild surprise and confusion. They had followed them? This was just getting worse as he went along. He didn’t need someone like this man finding out about him, even if he was mostly berating him and being insulting. Not knowing whether to attack this man to silence him or just play dumb he was left confused and unable to move, simply staring at the man rather blankly. He didn’t know who he was but he was threatening him, even if he was trying to tell him to get over his insecurities. It wasn’t that easy, he didn’t even know anything about what was going on in his life and was just throwing out words because he was an angry man. Watching him as he passed he hesitated, not knowing why he was going the way they were heading.

“…You don’t understand. You don’t know me. There’s people hunting me because of what I am and that's a problem concerning my existence! They wouldn’t care if there was many innocents around me, they’d still use excessive force to get me”. Walking on towards Norman’s shop still he felt no intimidation towards the way Gage was acting or talking, hearing him talk with great confidence as if they should all be scared of him acting out. “I’ll only accept what I am when I know what I was made for and for what purpose. And don’t say you don’t care because if you didn’t you wouldn’t had bothered talking so much about it and just told me to shut up…” Cecil held no fear towards Gage, he didn’t have any worries about being destroyed by him when he cared so little about himself in the first place. Even if Gage shouted, berated and threatened him there was nothing he cared about at this point. Gage could get angry and threaten to destroy him all he wanted, he could even ignore him all he wanted, he wasn’t afraid of him.

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

T’charrl gave his father a nervous smile before turning away again, hoping he wasn’t going to screw this up. He knew of the dangers if he did happen to give up halfway, he didn’t want any of that when things were so dire. It was just a little bit of wind, that’s all. Maybe a lot of wind but to him it was better than being punched in the face over and over again. Feeling fair nervous he glanced at his father, still not feeling terribly confident even if he basically told him this was the easiest level of training. “Oh…I’ll try. I won’t falter! Or at least I hope I won’t…” If he could do just this one thing he could show that he wasn’t a coward or a weakling all in one go. He was pretty determined now, he was going to show his father he could do it. Moving forward a little bit he soon jumped right in, not catching the wind immediately until he started to feel hesitant again. It was strong and hurt his chest on first blow, but he was quick to dig his feet in to stop his light frame from being blown down. His father made it look relatively simple, but even if this was the ‘weakest’ wind it still felt like he got straight punched in the chest. Keeping his claws tucked in and his wings tight against him he closed his eyes, but once the wind stopped he fell forward a little bit, gasping before shaking his head. “How long do I have to do this…?”

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Shu let out a snort, folding his arms pretty tight again. He didn’t see himself as strong, if he was strong he would’ve been able to control himself and not get hurt in such an easy way. He was terribly inexperienced and just not fit for battle, everyone knew and told him this. It wasn’t fair to have everyone think he was weak because of who he was: just some little kid who didn’t seem to grow up beyond a young age. Takeshi was much bigger than him despite the pair only being a year apart. “Mister Roshi could! He just not here…” Maybe if he showed he was strong people wouldn’t keep treating him like he couldn’t and shouldn’t fight alongside them, he was a Prince after all even though that meant nearly nothing to him. He didn’t know what one did or whether they were supposed to do anything fancy, only that it was something that was apparently a big deal especially in Saiyan society. Still feeling rather moody he kept quiet for a moment, sighing a little before giving Takeshi a very short lived look. “Shu mad for many things! Shu not always mad…but Shu is mad just now…” he spoke quickly, keeping his eyes off Takeshi again, “You no get Shu not mad so easy! Can be angry for as long as can be, no need all that sorry! Not until people believe in Shu…”

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

“Uhh! I-I come from a line of large Kaesstrians is all…I mean we had to fight to be considered royalty. You know, survival of the strongest and fittest…? Ehh, anyway…” T’charrl sighed, feeling a little embarrassed since he was none of those things and explaining it to someone else simply made him feel a little down on himself. “It’s fine, I mean…I’m just not as strong as my parents are…” He had no idea whether he was going to become strong doing this but hopefully he’ll at least be able to catch up to his father. Everybody seemed to overestimate him just because of one thing he managed to do and all the difficulties he had gone through. Those didn’t make him feel stronger, he was pretty weak when compared to everyone else, he just had some sharp weapons and an energy that nobody else used on the battlefield. That was an advantage he held over a lot of people, but in a fist fight he would probably lose pretty badly against the average fighter.

Staring at his father as he spoke about the current plans he was very much not looking forward to what he was having to do, but luckily it sounded like a lot less of what they had planned for him prior to being spoken to. He was worried about things like that, trying to lift things and getting nowhere with it. He didn’t want to just get sore arms or strain his wings so much, he wouldn’t get stronger that way he’d just be in pain. He didn’t mind pain too much, he had become used to it after the General tortured him for two straight weeks and when he had to endure a sandstorm. He didn’t want to be debilitated instead of getting stronger. “Uhh, swimming…? I don’t even know how I’ll manage something like that…” he frowned, looking briefly to Haku, “Will I even be able to be saved from the water if I sink…? It would be a disaster if I died before we completed this stuff…”

With wavering confidence T’charrl followed slowly after his father, his eyes gazing at the chasm as he rubbed his claws together. This was already terrifying to him, but that was nothing new. This was just awful altogether for him and there was no other way to feel about any of this. He was always used to flying pretty close to the ground but with this high a wind it was making him pretty nervous. Looking to his father when he explained what he was going to have to do he slowly nodded, raising his shoulders pretty high compared to what they usually were. “Uhh…just like that…?” he questioned him as he watched him demonstrate, almost wondering if he was actually heavy enough to withstand the wind. He was a pretty light kid so he had to be prepared. Slowly moving towards the chasm, thinking maybe he should start with his back to the wind first. “Uhh, o-okay! I can do this! I’m ready!”

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Shu didn’t care that it was Krom they were needing to be with, nor did he care that the goal of him training with Krom was to try and not have him fearing his transformation. Barely any progress had been made but he didn’t care, he just wanted to not end up slacking off all the time because Takeshi was taking him around all sorts of places. He felt he understood it now after the way he had been treated at the tournament, but he wasn’t going to let Takeshi do that to him anymore. “Who else? No people want to train me…” he muttered, looking away when Takeshi got close to him. Takeshi probably didn’t think much about it all, he was strong enough and was quite happy to show off how strong he was. Letting out a groan as Takeshi tried to find something to do still he frowned deeply, folding his arms pretty tight as he kept his eyes off him. “Oooohhhhh….guess so…but no go anywhere else! Want to get better at fight! Not want to be bad at fight!” It was probably important what Krom was doing if they were letting him be near him like that, but he didn’t know if Aito was going to be around this time to watch over Krom and make sure he was going to behave. Aito had to help Viral now and who knew if it was going to bring him along too. “Fight good with Shu! No play!”

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

Well that took a while mostly because I was so backed up with work. Oh well! It's there now!

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

Cecil knew he probably shouldn’t think too much about it, he was not like them and to be treated like them was just wrong. All this was already telling him that, especially having to remain around all these people who didn’t know what he was like and how different he was to other Machina. He was supposed to do a job, not act like them and try to fix in. He was a combat Machina, not an organic lifeform who could eat, sleep and joke around openly with friends. The moment people caught on that he was a Machina and saw how much emotion he was able to express he was immediately hated and feared, something they didn’t have to worry about at all. If he was going to do his job he would need to do less of what they were doing and simply learn to accept the fact that he was supposed to be able to fight and not end up destroyed. Nymira would probably see him being tossed if he got damaged like that again. He wouldn’t be able to blame her for that if it did end in that, though, seeing how much money he was costing them and, from the sounds of it, having to pay off favours to these people who helped called Norman to get him all fixed up.

It didn’t matter anyway. They all had new friends from it so it wasn’t a total loss for them. Right now he needed to go see Norman like he was told to do if he was to make these people happy and owe them back. Seeing one of the new people they had met come along to see them he was soon on his way, simply ignoring what Amuné was going on about. She didn’t have to shout back at Nymira, she had her right to tell him to straighten up or he was going to end up in a worse place. He wanted to show he could do something right, sure, but he didn’t know if any of it was going to matter anymore when he couldn’t feel proud about doing something right openly with these new people around. He had to act like that other Machina from the manor, he needed to act emotionless and able to follow orders.

Continuing on his way he wasn’t really paying attention to who was following him, gasping lightly when someone grabbed his hand. He tried to shake her off without causing too much of a fuss, but she wouldn’t let go. He didn’t want her following him, he didn’t want anyone following him in fact. Trying to ignore her he simply continued along, trying to find his way back to the shop without having to have her tagging along for too long. He needed to get to doing some fairly serious stuff which involved refining his abilities, all of which were pretty deadly. She would probably get hurt if she was around him while he was doing all that kind of stuff, so she shouldn’t be around him for too long once Norman told her to go back to the others.

As Amuné continued to prattle on he was only growing more anxious, seeing as how she still wasn’t leaving yet. Trying to shake her off again she seemed insistent on trying to make him feel better about what he did, but he knew it was wrong. She should just accept that he wasn’t like them and shouldn’t care about loneliness or anything like that. Trying to ignore her just seemed impossible, she was simply insisting on being with him way too much.

“I shouldn’t need anybody to talk to! I’m not supposed to be like this! It’s fine for you, you can get over that kind of stuff by being around other people! But what am I supposed to do? I’m not even supposed to be around other people!” he spoke quickly, finding it fairly hard to keep up the act, “I shouldn’t be feeling lonely or scared or things like that! It’s fine for you, it’s normal for you! I’m supposed to be an efficient working Machina…I’m not supposed to have all these things highlighted! Now stop treating me like a person…because I’m not one! I’m just going to get in trouble and be trouble for everyone else!”

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Kensen was a pretty patient guy, he could do with all this waiting around if that’s all he needed to do before they were going to get to training. He wasn’t exactly looking forward to training them, he knew Nymira was going to act like a pain at every opportunity she got all while trying to insist that he’d return. He just had to ignore all that, she just didn’t understand any better and was simply following her father’s orders. The other was probably going to not be too much of a problem, he just seemed clumsy and easily screwed up under pressure. Maybe he would be faster at learning than Nymira, that girl was definitely pretty stubborn and was probably still trying to think of a way and find out the biggest reason as to why he wouldn’t go back to the clan. He was exiled for a reason, she didn’t need to be pushing him to do all these things. Seeing as how they were all heading out he was going to be following along to see where they were all going, especially now that they were being joined by what was turning out to be a new friend for them from hearing their discussion. Staring at them as he moved behind he heard that it was food they were going to go and get, feeling a bit more enthusiastic himself already. If they were getting food then he would be able too, he was pretty hungry and did spend a lot of energy this morning. He didn’t have to sit with them and demand that they’d hurry up at least, he just needed to make sure they trained with him at least some time as to not waste too much time, plus it seemed like they were going to be around here for a while anyway.

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

T’charrl was feeling less certain that he would be able to manage the more he stared at the rocks and high walls of the rather terrifying valley, already feeling incredibly small. This place was a bit too big for him to feel comfortable and despite all the safety precautions that had been taken he was still worried about his safety. He knew it was best for him to get on with this training thing, he needed to get stronger and less clumsy, but staring at the sharp rocks that could easily tear him apart he couldn’t help but feel rather nervous. What if he wasn’t going to get any stronger? What if he ended up completely destroyed and just not getting stronger despite it? He was scared for sure, more about whether he was going to be able to make his parents proud as well as King Nema. Maybe if he actually tried to get stronger when he was growing up instead of talking to trees and dead people he would be in a much better place. He really had to try hard, he couldn’t let it beat him even if he was the weakest Kaesstrian trying this thing.

Slowly looking to his father as he tried to make him feel better about the course he frowned and tapped his claws together, feeling just as nervous even with the reassurance. Gasping as the wind suddenly tore its way through the chasm he stumbled a little before looking to his father who was flying now. He didn’t know if he should try spreading his wings whenever the wind came around again, knowing he might end up hurting himself if he tried that immediately. His father was experienced and could handle it, but he had barely ever flown in any condition that’s not simply forest. “Travelling to other worlds isn’t the same as something like this! This is pretty crazy…”

He knew he was going to have to try his hardest, especially if he didn’t want to end up causing so much trouble to everyone and barely get strong at all at the end of it. So many people had worked hard to make the chasm as ‘safe’ as possible for him so that he could get stronger through training, it would be awful if this whole thing turned out to be a complete failure. Hearing the wind approaching again he held up his arms in anticipation before nearly falling over again, looking up to his father before to Haku. “Uhh…y-yeah…he is…” His father was his idol. He wanted to be just like him, to have that strength and confidence, to be able to face danger like this head on. It made him pretty upset that he was almost the complete opposite of him, but maybe one day he could find confidence like his dad could. ”You know I am? I mean, I might not get it right, but I can definitely try my hardest…” he spoke slowly as he tried to consider it all, his nerves hardly letting up despite him trying to feel confident. “I-I am a prince! My genes are supposed to be strong meaning I am strong! I can do it! I can…hopefully…umm…I-I don’t know where to start with this…”

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Shu hadn’t been sleeping very well lately if much at all, not because his head was hurting or anything still but as everything else continued to pester him with nothing going his way. Nobody was caring all that much and were just going on their merry way, especially Takeshi who continued to ignore the fact that anything happened. It was always the same, nobody trusted him with anything. He just wanted to show that he was capable, but that wasn’t going to happen if nobody let him do what he wanted even if it was dangerous. He didn’t know what he was supposed to be if he was being stopped from doing what others were perfectly capable of accomplishing, he didn’t understand why he was such an exception to this rule. He wanted to just get on with things despite feeling kind of tired, but feeling that way was just all the time for him so he shouldn’t be feeling too bad about that part. He wanted to show he was strong, but nobody was giving him a chance.

Since they were supposed to be training today Shu was all ready for it, even if his head just wanted him to lie down all the time. He didn’t have time to be all lazy though, he needed this to show he didn’t need to have people take pity on him and throw matches just because he was slightly hurt. Keeping fairly quiet as Takeshi prattled on about Krom he sighed and rubbed his hands together quickly, not responding to Takeshi. He knew he shouldn’t show anger, he kept being told that he had to learn to control it if he didn’t want to transform. Staring at his hands he frowned a little in his own frustration, not really knowing how he was supposed to emote if he was supposed to suppress certain ones but was not feeling too happy himself. When Takeshi decided to talk to him some more he raised his shoulders, already feeling like Takeshi was instead wanting to remove him from training. He wasn’t very good at training with Krom’s instructions, he couldn’t control his transformation not to mention he was completely paranoid over the thought that there was more wrong with him than just having that. He didn’t know what was wrong with him and nobody was telling him anything. “No! No wanna go! Need to train!” he snapped suddenly, his eyes closed tight, “Just cause you feel fine! No feel fine! Need train if Shu get strong enough…why you no want Shu to train? Need the training more than you!”

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

T’charrl lowered his head, sighing a little before gasping when the book was slammed shut. He didn’t know if he was alright with this, mostly because it would be causing unnecessary stress to the spirit when it wasn’t really its fault even if it was a relaxant. Everything that he had to do was going to cause the spirit stress anyway, even if it understood it was necessary to find balance. It wanted balance, it had said a lot of times that it would want that especially when its home was destroyed and had nowhere else to go. He felt rather sad, so many people were doing these things for him and trying to make things better just for him, even the spirit tried to help him keep in control when things were going mental. Feeling pretty sad about it all he kept his head low, his antennae twitching when the King decided to address the spirit to reassure that it was going to be okay through all of this. He didn’t know how to react to that, or rather he didn’t know how he wasn’t supposed to when he was being talked to but also not talked to at the same time. Raising his shoulders in embarrassment he soon released them with a sigh, scratching his head. “I don’t even know if it can hear you right now so uhh…I-I’ll try to remember to pass on the message?” he spoke before groaning, shaking his head, “Ohhh! I will try my best! I really will I’m just nervous I don’t know if this’ll come out alright! Even if you say it will, you can’t predict the future! Ohhh…I hope everything works out in a month. I really needed some combat training too. I don’t really know close combat well and uhh, a lot of fighting in space requires it since using weapons can be seen as dishonourable. Is that possible…?”

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Viral didn’t know if Aito was listening to him much, whether just picking up on key words or just ignoring everything he was saying in favour of getting through this quickly. He probably knew everything that he was going to say and had it all planned out, he was probably more concerned with getting this over and done with quickly. He did wonder how much Aito tolerated of him if it took just fixing him up once for him to not want to do anything with him other than bully him for a little bit to show off his strength. He hadn’t done anything with him after blasting him in the face when he tried to attack Krom. As he recalled Aito wasn’t even worried for him after delivering that blow, he didn’t even show remorse for what he did all because it was Krom. It was always going to be the same, he wasn’t going to be able to feel like he was being helped with how little Aito showed any care or emotion. All this talk about getting him back to his prime was hardly going to do much anyway, it all might as well be false promises to try and make him feel better. “Hmph, you’re certainly confident about that, like you know you’ll succeed…” he spoke lowly, hardly sounding the same confidence, “And you really think people will want to spar with me. Hmph…they won’t do it willingly! How will it help me improve too? To have some random fight me just because you think it’ll make me feel better. I’ll train with someone…but I doubt it’ll go well. Who the hell would want to train with someone like me? Even you gave up when I couldn’t hit you!”

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

@PascalHe'll walk out with them since he's heading in the same direction o/ Kensen and Gage are waiting about for them to leave the room they're in while they had their little talk together.

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

Kensen was lounging about for the most part, his job not coming into play until a lot later on whenever the pair were ready. He didn’t really mind that they’d take their time to get prepared and do whatever they needed to get done, he was fine with not having to deal with others who were still essentially strangers to him. He didn’t know either of them very well, even Nymira since he had been young when he was exiled. All he knew was they were pretty well acquainted with each other so they would probably try and team up on him if anything and possibly goof off, or at least he expected Ethan to do just that. It was too much really, to have to deal with two people at once but he was going to see to it that they actually learn something and not act like idiots with their magic. He didn’t want to have a frustrating time with the pair, that was all he asked for.

When Lionel appeared he was hardly very impressed with seeing the state he was in, simply sighing and dismissing it; although Gage thought otherwise. Gage was always the curious one, even if it was none of his business. He could guarantee that if he came around the corner looking like Lionel Gage would just laugh at him and make fun of him for the rest of the day. Folding his arms as Gage dealt with Lionel he sighed, shaking his head before looking to Lionel, his eyes briefly going to his hand on his shoulder before back again. Frowning, he waved his hand off quickly, not impressed with his casual teasing. “It’s going to be easy and if they’re rubbish at it then that’s not my problem! Just go out and be the little gatherer instead of bothering me”.

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Cecil stared at Nymira as she told him off, drilling into his head that what he did was wrong. He didn’t know what he was supposed to say to that, he just did what he thought was right and did try to stop it, but he wasn’t strong enough. He understood that it was his own fault for getting so badly damaged and he did try to apologise, but it still hurt that even when he tried his best he still got a telling off for it. Lowering his head briefly he made a slight turn but was caught by Nymira by his shoulder, gasping as he looked back at her. He didn’t understand why she was so angry with him all of a sudden and so demanding, but it scared him. He didn’t mean for it to be seen as heroics nor foolish, he had managed to save her but all he was getting was told off for it. He had tried his best, his abilities just weren’t strong enough to withstand the attack. For all that he did he just wanted to save her, he didn’t want to make her mad over it.

Once she stepped back he made a step back as well, his hands grasping one another as if trying to shield himself from her if she tried to grab him again. He didn’t know what could be done to increase his defence, even if Norman found something for him he still wasn’t going to be able to do anything about extreme damage if he got careless which was something that seemed to happen often. He had very little faith in himself to do something right, even if he thought he had done right by trying to block the damage for her. Apparently that little faith he carried should be no faith because what a lot of good it did him to even have that much in the first place. He really was simply useless, he couldn’t do anything right.

Not really knowing what he was supposed to do he simply stood still, feeling like that was all he was supposed to do. They had made so many new friends and allies, none of them really knowing what he was like since he had obviously been in pieces when they first saw him. He was just a normal Machina to them and that was how he should act when they greatly outnumbered them all. It was a really big building with quite a lot of people, if they found out he was capable of greater thinking and emotion they would probably see him as a threat and try to pull him apart or secretly call those men in suits to get him. Not only was he a danger in battle he was a danger to himself and everyone he knew, it wouldn’t be logical for him to act like himself.

He had a lot on his mind now, all ranging from him being a screw up while also having to put on an act to hide his emotions. He needed to be a regular Machina, not whatever he was really. Looking to Ethan briefly when he mentioned food, his eyes going to Nymira who agreed. There they were, going to go off for their little social time that they enjoyed so much but he couldn’t enjoy at all. He wasn’t jealous of their ability to enjoy something like that, it just kicked him in with how different he was compared to them. They did so much he couldn’t take part in, he was always the odd one out in their little social events. It really hurt when it wasn’t supposed to, but not in a way any of them could understand. They had all grown so close, just from taking part in all these get-togethers while he felt he was growing distant, his role as a combat Machina only being drilled into his head the more he was reminded how useless he was at actual combat.

“…No. I need to go to Norman. I was told to go to Norman”, he spoke, sounding rather robotic as he kept his eyes off Nymira, “I don’t have time to waste doing…organic social activities…” He didn’t even know if he was going to go immediately to the workshop or even find Norman there if he actually did. He figured Norman would be away out doing whatever he wanted after working on him for so long. He had used so much time of others and so much money and resources too, his guilt pretty strong and only growing worse the more he was around the others. It wasn’t fair that he had taken so much from them and being unable to pay it back, it just made him feel worse.

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

T’charrl felt pretty bad, especially when it meant he had been ignoring someone for so long. He didn’t like being the one in the wrong because it affected him even more, leaving him feeling absolutely terrible and unable to shake it off for a while. He just thought nobody wanted anything to do with him before all these things happened, he was fairly plain and not very good looking so surely he couldn’t attract a mate. Sighing a little, he looked to his father, staring at him as he reassured him that he wasn’t going to be a danger or put in danger himself during the training. He was not strong enough to contain his emotions properly, his body was pretty weak too especially compared to Garesh. What he was definitely worried about was he would get kind of beefy like Garesh was when he had the energy, something he was simply not wanting to happen when he already had forms where he looked quite beefy and didn’t want to be like that by default. He was quite happy with his physique, even if he felt he was pretty unappealing to everyone.

Looking to Haku he slowly tilted his head to the side before slowly dropping his head, sighing a little. “I guess…I just…try really hard not to…” he muttered, not feeling terribly confident. Staring at the food for a moment he looked up when Haku talked about his experiences, not really knowing where it came from but feeling embarrassed about it anyway. It took a lot of work to try and keep his sanity whenever that happened, it was like his mind clouded and his vision became sharp and he only saw red aggressive splotches. If he was to keep himself from going all over the place he had to change on purpose, but that rarely ever happened. He didn’t know what he was supposed to do to get that part under control but whenever it happened he was barely able to control himself and struggled to speak the common language. He just wasn’t smart when he was transformed. Tapping his claws together as Nema made some suggestions he slowly looked up at him, giving a little nod before watching him go through the book again. He was a little worried whenever he reached into that book and to hear of such a distressing sounding herb just made him even more nervous about screwing up. “Go numb…? Even the spirit? Oh…I don’t want to hurt it…but…I-I guess that’s the only way to go about it…” he spoke lowly, looking down at his claws, “The spirit isn’t bad, but everything that people keep saying about it makes it sound like it’s a nuisance. It’s a nice person, it doesn’t mean to be a nuisance to me or others…”

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Viral didn’t much care about Aito’s little story, feeling pretty jaded to everything at this point. Even if it was supposed to be a life lesson and a way to say he could do it too he still felt at odds with this state of belief. He wasn’t a Human, a Saiyan or anything that was a regular species, in fact he wasn’t even a species. The common public wouldn’t accept him no matter what kind of job he was in, if he could ever manage another job. His experiences as a warrior didn’t prepare him for other jobs nor did it give him a stable enough mind for them, he was instead at a crossroads where all directions headed to an unknown fog. That was his future in a nutshell: just full of uncertainty and no direction. Just how was he supposed to improve himself as a warrior? Throw himself at more battles? Everybody hated him doing that so what was the point? He was made to kill despite being told not to kill yet all of his abilities were orientated around killing in the most efficient way possible. “Explore my options…either fight or honourably discharge myself. Those options seem like the only ones right now”.

If he didn’t exist everybody would have such an easier time with everything, even if he didn’t exist from the very start. Vegeta would have parents, nobody would be in space and suffering and everybody would be getting on with their lives on Earth. Vegeta wouldn’t had needed to suffer so much if he didn’t exist, Aito would still be running the company like he wanted. He was just getting angry at himself with this subject, scratching at his neck pretty roughly as Aito continued on with the referencing as he tried to somehow inspire him to keep going while also agreeing with his negativity. “A sword can only be sharpened so much before it breaks. How am I supposed to get better? How do I get stronger when it feels like I’m at my limit? I can’t even hit you in a fair fight anymore. I’m nobody’s equal, nobody will train with me because I don’t have Ki or they’re scared I’ll claw their eyes out. So what, does that leave only you able to because there’s nobody else? It’s hard to tell whether you’re actually wanting to do this or whether you just feel it’s in your duty to bother with me. You’ll be the only one who will be fighting me to try and improve me…heh, isn’t that funny though. I probably made you much stronger than you ever were because I killed you…while the fact that I was frozen has made me degrees weaker and unable to climb back to that strength…”