Mogtaki

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

Kensen didn’t really know what to make of this group now that he thought about it, seeing as how one of them had proceeded to touch him and eventually had him going into a bit more depth regarding fire abilities. He didn’t really want them to be treating him like either a strange being or an all knowing master when he either didn’t like being touched by essentially strangers or find himself stumbling on an answer he didn’t know if it was right or not. Luckily Amuné wasn’t being too grabby with his wings and merely checking them out briefly, same went for Nymira’s questions not being too far out of his reach. For a group who were essentially clueless about the ways of magic and general etiquette they were certainly willing to learn.

Amuné was still proving to be pretty annoying to him, however, as she was proceeding to use the chance she had to touch him to talk to him as well. He was busy and she wasn’t part of his teaching, so her talking to him was just wasting his time just that little bit more. Groaning lightly when Gage was mentioned he looked away briefly, not particularly wanting to talk about him. Gage was a complicated man but knew what he was talking about with it being easy to push his buttons without actually setting him off. Sure, he wasn’t great with kids, but he was an expert in his field.

Briefly looking back at Amuné when she retreated behind him he growled a sigh, spinning around. “Can you leave me out of your little quarrel with Gage? I don’t need this nor do I have the time…” Why was he being seen as this neutral force, anyway? Maybe it was because half his expression was hidden due to his goggles, but he wasn’t going to take them off around these people. He had his reasons for using his goggles, but he wasn’t going to let them know why that much was certain. But enough of Amuné, he had his own duty to fulfil that didn’t involve looking after kids.

Making his turn back to Nymira he was a little more annoyed than he had been before, certainly. Wanting to get back into talking about something he actually cared about they were quickly graced with Gage’s presence once more, groaning in annoyance once more. Why did he get stuck in the middle of everything? It was so horribly common for him that he even had people doing it when they were still strangers to him. The faster he was able to train these two the better when it meant he’d have his freedom back to do whatever he wanted with his free time again, even if it was usually the same routine. Looking to Nymira when she insisted on insulting Gage he couldn’t help but believe he was simply going to be the one who was going to take all this bad energy and have it converted into a very unfortunate situation for himself. All that annoyed him quite a lot, especially when he was the youngest out of the top three and usually had all the blame placed of him.

This was just beyond childish. He didn’t have time for this. Glaring at Nymira from behind his goggles he grunted when Gage decided to assault Ethan briefly, staring at the pair as Gage decided to back off, leaving him with Amuné. “What? She is not my problem, you lazy ass!” To hell was he going to babysit some kid just because Gage was as bad as a bad-tempered toothless mutt when it came to behaviour. Why did he have to get stuck in the middle of all this crap? Looking to Ethan as he made some suggestions he grunted a sigh, backing off from the lot of them. “I don’t care what you do. She’s not part of this whole training regime you’re supposed to be under so if you want to slack off with her and make work harder for me and you later then you do that. It’s either that or she doesn’t get in the way of any of this and leave us to it like she was supposed to”.

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Cecil would be happy if he could have this tested as quickly as possible to relieve stress on himself, it was all a bit too much to be shot at and hope that it was going to work or face minor destruction upon his body. Sure it was important to test these things out, but all this time in between was just making him worry even more to the point of breaking. Joking around could be done after he had been fired at and survived without a mark. He didn’t understand how it was a good time for joking. Hoping nothing bad was going to happen this time he closed his eyes briefly as Norman fired another shot, his arm experiencing minor shock but nothing that would cause harm. Frowning, he stared at his arm momentarily before looking to Norman again, sighing lightly. “I guess so. I’m just not used to it, I guess…” Feeling a little less than confident he held his shield up again, preparing himself as Norman made the countdown. Norman was pretty confident usually, but if he was warning him so much to brace himself then he better hang tight. Closing his eyes, he held his ground, his feet well glued to the floor. Not looking forward to this he let out a gasp when it suddenly hit, feeling it throughout his body as he slowly opened his eyes again, staring at nothing at first before slowly looking to Norman.

He was rather scared after that, but he didn’t want to admit it and just stared quite blankly before slowly looking to his shield, giving his arm a rub. “Oh…I did? A cannonball?” Whatever that was it must’ve been impressive, but it was hard to feel impressed at it when he didn’t really know what a cannonball was. Norman certainly seemed excited, then again it was his own invention and he had been treating it like a toy so far until he was told off. Giving the shield a brief shake he put it away, gasping when Norman slapped him on the back. Frowning, Cecil moved away from Norman, rubbing his back as if thinking he had slapped something on him. “I-I guess so, I mean it was you who made it so I don’t know what I did well”, he spoke, shaking his head, “I just stood there while keeping it up. I didn’t do much else. But I guess it works against physical stuff…but what about magical? Is that the same thing? Will it be able to hold? Do you have magic to test it?”

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

Viral growled lowly, giving Aito a fair glare. “Don’t you talk to me about my mind…”Aito had done enough damage already and trusting him further with making him feel better was now right out the window with him. He didn’t need them to feel any better, it was nothing he couldn’t continue handling by himself. If they had been anything it had been annoying and destructive when neither of them had any clue to how to get these visions out of his head. Neither of them had even tried to help him with that, they were all concerned with their relationship with him. Like all of that mattered, it never mattered until they started to feel guilty over neglecting him and treating him like nothing. He was just wanting to get this over with, he hated dealing with people, anyway. They would know that he hated dealing with people if they knew him, but that didn’t matter. All he cared about was doing this task and completing it so he could be on his way and get battling once more.

“I don’t care what you do. You won’t help me train so why don’t you just join in with the rest of them…” If Vegeta wanted to train with the other soldiers then that was his decision, not something he could design for him. It wasn’t as if he was going to force those soldiers to train with him either and if they didn’t want to risk being associated with him or being unable to handle him then that was their problem, he would just continue going on with his life like nothing happened. He doubted this base had anything close to real weaponry, probably all fancying their guns and using Ki over an actual blade. They were certainly seen as an artefact in most technologically advanced worlds, all without a purpose other than telling stories in a museum or someone’s private collection. It was either blades or they developed some sort of technology that could harness the sun in a way only he could, even then the Saiyans couldn’t get that out of him.

“I don’t care what you do…or what he does! If he doesn’t want me training those soldiers then I’ll just continue fighting by myself! I don’t need his approval for anything!” He could fight off an army of those things by himself if he really tried, he could even take a ship himself if he had to. He may have a bad streak when it comes to winning his battles with a fair match, but if he did end up dying then that was going to be on him. Looking to Aito when he decided to go right back to asking whether he’d like to continue sparring. Narrowing his eyes he growled lowly, giving him a rather harsh glare. “Vegeta already made it clear he doesn’t want such thing. Are you the one asking for a sparring match instead? Because I’ll kick your ass for ever suggesting that any of this was a good idea! You barely even try…”

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Shu just felt confused. He wasn’t getting the conversation at all and was just wondering why him being kind of hairy was so important to think about at a time like this. Sure, he felt kind of itchier and needed to be bathed more than he liked but he never really thought about it being a topic for discussion. Groaning under his breath a little he slowly turned in his spot, squeaking when Takeshi called out to him. “I will! No bother me!” He was still mad at Takeshi for what he did so that hadn’t changed, but maybe this meditation stuff will help him calm down. He knew he had to keep calm and keep his eyes closed, but that was hard when he had a habit of dozing off. He didn’t mean to, he just never got enough sleep at night and got tired very easily during the day.

Krom watched Takeshi stop his training and make a brief walk over in their direction, folding his arms as he instead gave Shu a quick word which would sound like a telling off to someone who relied on vocal queues and body language, it was no wonder Shu snapped right back. He wondered if Takeshi was even able to understand that he was making Shu feel cornered whenever he stomped towards the kid, but then again he probably didn’t get many social queues himself what with how incredibly anti-social he was. It was kind of amusing how incredibly different they were compared to each other, yet they were with each other most of the time. “Heheh! You weren’t supposed to stop your task, remember? You were supposed to be working on controlling your emotions too! Remember…? Or did you somehow manage to forget?” he spoke slowly, letting out a slow sigh and shaking his head. “Now you’ll have to do extra until I tell you to stop! You see how getting all hot and bothered will get you into trouble? Don’t you want to beat your father? Then learn better control! That’s why you lost last time!”

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

Cecil was always going to be concerned with hurting others because of something he couldn’t control, it wouldn’t had been very good of him to give away his machina identity either if something hit him and he didn’t even flinch but whatever hit him was broken on the ground. He was very aware of everything that could give him away down to people accidentally bumping him and feeling nothing but metal under his clothing and his body being cold to the touch. He had been actively avoiding contact with others for the months he’d been active for and wasn’t going to cut it out and calm down just because he was getting comfortable in his setting. He remembered when he was asked how he lost his legs one time, but that was the extent that it went to as everything else about him just made him out to look like a traveller who had geared himself up for fighting off thieves and what not.

“I know! I’m not stupid!” Cecil spoke quickly, almost angry by Norman’s doubt over his intelligence. He was highly aware of what an enemy would do, but this was a test and not an actual situation where he would automatically be ready, especially after testing the shield to know that it definitely works. He felt like he was being talked down to just because he looked like a child. Making sure his shield was back up and going to be able to run properly he readied himself again, groaning lightly. He was certain his shield was going to be able to hold up against tougher and heavier attacks from Norman, but he had to make sure and hope that he wasn’t going to end up breaking the shield and having to get a new one made up for him. He was worried he was going to cause it to break by asking for tougher attacks, but after the last battle he wanted to make sure just how tough the attacks could be and what he could hold his own against. Keeping his position with the shield up he waited for Norman to start firing stuff at him, gasping when something hit the barrier causing it to make a reaction. It was startling, but it didn’t bring the shield down at least. “I…guess it was okay…I-I’m ready for tougher things! And don’t be mean to me this time! I’m smarter than I look with these things! I was made for combat…”

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Kensen was particularly bored with the usual song and dance in this training regime stuff, even if it was quite important that they received good training. He had gone through it all before back when he first arrived and was mostly reflecting on what he learned during that time and applying it to both Nymira and Ethan. It wasn’t that he was bored of teaching them, he had just done it all before and doing the same thing over and over again just made him feel weary. It was probably going to get better the further along in their training they were, but they weren’t showing any particular signs of high improvement. They still had a long way to go and if he was to keep interest in this he would need to switch up the training a little bit. Ethan was just being lazy and not bothering to do much, probably thinking that wind was pretty useless to know. That was quite stupid if he did think that, wind could cause someone to lose absolute control over their actions and even throw attacks back at another, nevermind allowing speed and high jumps and all that. Ethan was just being lazy at this point.

Getting a little annoyed at how Nymira was treating her practice targets he let out an annoyed sigh before he took notice of Amuné, looking down at her when she gave his clothing a tug. What did she want? She hadn’t exactly spoken to him other than rage at him for her telling her off for being prejudice. Narrowing his gaze at her he adjusted his goggles, waiting for her to ask her question. If she wasn’t going to ask something he was just going to ignore her, but eventually she did ask her question which just brought back memories of the children of Mutebo trying to pull his wings. At least this was with permission first, so getting mad over that wasn’t going to happen. “…Alright. Just don’t tug, injuries take a while to heal”. He recalled the last time his wings were torn to shreds, a memory that wasn’t entirely too pleasant for him.

Folding his arms he let out a sigh as she began to touch them, finding it not all too pleasant to say the least. It was like someone gently touching your arm, to say the least. Looking to her when she cut it out finally he frowned, listening to her blab on about kites and magic. “Hmm, you can make a kite for gliding and use it without magic, you just need to be high up enough…” he spoke, looking away again. “Flying can be exhausting, though. I mostly just use wind magic to keep myself afloat for long distances. It’s like running without feeling anything below your feet but the weight is in your back”. He didn’t really know a life without being able to fly, even the youngest of his clan could learn how to use their wings once they knew they had them. It was just one of those things, just like how she was aware of her ability to walk when she was younger.

Hearing Ethan starting his yelping he sighed and looked off towards the commotion, seeing everything already out of control just from him looking away for a few moments. These two were supposed to be near the same age as him and yet they were acting like idiots. Either way, that dummy was going to need to be replaced and those things were a pain to make. Rubbing his neck, he looked to Nymira who decided to approach him, not without throwing a casual insult. She really did lack social skills, it was a wonder that she would even be considered a diplomat for her people. Staring at her as he expected something about him going back to her clan or whatever he instead stared at her blade, feeling a little curious as to why she was being so casual about a problem. She was trying to hide her pride for sure, but it wasn’t a big deal to him as much as it probably was to her.

Groaning lightly he reached back, pulling out one of his kunai. “If your blade isn’t able to take the heat then there’s not much you can do about it other than get a stronger metal. Normal blades won’t be able to handle heat for very long unless you plan on carrying around a bunch of temporary weapons. Maybe you should spend the time you have here to make stronger weapons”, he spoke, spinning it on his finger before holding it tight, his magic causing it to set aflame momentarily before it died down into a steady heat. “You’ve got to learn how to control the temperature through emotion during battle. Feeling too high strung and angry at your opponent will just cause your flame to be unstable, so instead try and remain focus! Fire magic isn’t only about fire and throwing it around, you should be able to control the temperature of your body and something you hold. I could make my own nails hot and burn my opponent if I wanted with the level of control I have. You’ve just got to focus on not causing something to combust.”

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

Viral didn’t know what he was supposed to do when it came to training other than forcing them to train with weaponry. Weapons, specifically blades, were probably their best bet to killing those creatures properly, but he doubted there would be many of those kinds of weapons around the base. Needless to say he wasn’t entirely on board with the idea, but he couldn’t turn it down either. He needed something in his life, even if it was a terrible situation for him. He wasn’t in a good state of mind for this, he knew he wasn’t, but that was all he had. It was just some training regimes: that was everything he needed to do. Sighing in annoyance he looked away, trying to think around what he was doing before he grunted at Korian’s name.

That man was still a problem to him, nor was he going to be happy with the fact that he resorted to killing again. Korian saw him as nothing more than a lab experiment that couldn’t behave itself, he was a delinquent who had no self-control and shouldn’t exist. He was probably looking for just one tiny reason to lock him up again or eliminate him completely and say it was an accident. He could almost see it, just wait until he was sleeping and slip him something to make it look like he died in his sleep. Maybe he would send him on a suicide mission instead, have him killed off and make it look like an accident. He was going to be as good as dead in no time, Korian knew he wasn’t going to get away with putting him in prison, it would be death that would be the best course of action. He wasn’t being paranoid, this was all true just waiting to happen and he knew it; it was going to come eventually, especially with this one slip up when killing those Elites.

Everything that Vegeta and Aito had been saying was all fading into the forgotten realm as Viral hadn’t been listening at all, instead lost in his own world of incredibly active imagination of how he was going to die. He could remember how he had been treated in confinement before, how Korian had tried to kill him and his insistence that it was for the best. It would be worse next time, it was going to be right out of sight and made sure that he was definitely not going to notice when the time approached. The smart Saiyans were the ones you had to watch out for, they were definitely the most cunning and dangerous. Catching Aito’s eye by chance he gasped lightly and moved back a step, giving him an angry glare. He didn’t really know what was being said and had only caught the end, his mind attempting a catch up to understand what he had missed. “What...what?? Korian?? If he tries to take me down I’ll kill him before he has a chance! If he dare thinks he can challenge me I’ll destroy him! His troops better learn to respect me…they’ll see Korian as crazy for wanting me dead!”

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“Teh! He used to! Who knows though, maybe having an opposing pocket dimension of monsters in the way of his vision has sent him into madness! He doesn’t like it when there’s an opponent he can’t beat into the ground with brute force…” Krom spoke, letting out a chuckle, “Sounds kind of like you in a way…” It wasn’t like Takeshi was going to pick up on any of that, he was just going to carry on thinking he was making stuff up just for the sake of annoying him. It didn’t matter anyway, what happened on Kortal was something none of them nor the rebels wanted to hear about even if it was still having problems with its social structure with Saiyans fearing failure being met with being experimented on. The ones that were aware that Beastmen had been made were probably terrified that they would be made into Beastmen too in an attempt to combat their unknown enemy that they were told very little about. Once he was done here he would go back and get an update on what’s been happening back on Kortal from the other Elites, it certainly made him concerned but he would still do his job here to gain that trip back. “Changed back? Do you even listen to anything or does it go in one ear and out the other with you?” he sighed, shrugging, “Like I said: Shu never developed genetically like the Commander did, your father just tried to because the Beastman could, but it didn’t work with Shu. The hair is just a side effect from the tests not working…”

Shu let out a groan, sinking his head down. “Please no doing the talk about my hair…it just itchy sometimes…” He didn’t really like it when people talked about him when he was right there, it felt like he was just a little observer to discussions he wasn’t supposed to be hearing about. It was embarrassing when he was referred in such ways, especially when he tried to forget all that happened to him but people insisted on bringing it up time and time again. It was hard to forget, especially when his mind drifted off elsewhere, but he didn’t want to recall it either because someone else mentioned it.

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

Krom tutted, wagging his finger. “Don’t you know anything? If you want to adjust your sleep cycle you sleep when you don’t want to be up! Do you want him sleeping while you’re wide awake? I don’t think so!” Takeshi really didn’t know how to look after a younger sibling, or anyone who was dependant on another for that matter. The guy was so terribly naïve and seemed to think that everything just happened and that he should just let them happen, something that would probably kill Shu if the others weren’t around too. He was not a terribly smart boy, that was for sure. He should probably not be showing any actual care on the subject matter considering they are Yamate’s kids, but they were still Saiyans and Yamate’s victims. Yamate knew he had grown tired of his actions and attitude, but he also knew he wouldn’t betray him when the lives of many Saiyans was also at stake. Staring at Takeshi as he made up excuses for not caring about how Shu looked he narrowed his eyes, looking to Shu for a moment as he noticed the kid staring. “Hmm. Both Viral and Shu were put under the genetics program to try and advance their genes and create super solders in a sense. Viral seemed to respond well, he started to show off new abilities so he was tossed into the field early. Shu didn’t, but they could be controlled to activate temporarily with that collar. Seems only right that he’d get a little hairier after that…hmph, weren’t your team lucky none of them showed exceeding physical prowess, otherwise they probably would’ve been tested on too. Funny how much your father used to care about his own people before those beasts showed up…”

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“You never use your Ki to realise just how good you have it!” All Vegeta did was sit around and wait for everyone else to fight battles that could end up killing them then ignoring the fact that they had returned, not caring about the struggle they endured. Viral was angry that Vegeta constantly put himself down and played the victim when he was fully capable of everything that he could do and more. Nothing was stopping him from developing a weapon that could harness solar energy, that’s all they needed. Feeling rather defeated he just wanted to leave, knowing he could do just that if he wanted to even if Aito didn’t want him leaving. It just felt pointless to stay, he wasn’t going to get many answers out of the pair of them anyway. “So your automatic reaction is to pin the blame on me?? How kind of you to spare anyone else your blame…”

He didn’t know what he was supposed to do about the guilt that came with killing June and Aito, but he had been told time and again that it wasn’t his fault. He didn’t know if that was just a cover to make him feel better or actually the truth, he would never know when his memory had been screwed up so badly and was fragmented. He still wasn’t receiving answers about whether his memory could be recovered, even after all this time. Maybe he would feel better if his memories didn’t only consist of slowly being forgotten, being told he wasn’t allowed to leave his quarters for days on end by scientists because Vegeta was working and being tortured by the Saiyans. He didn’t really have many good memories to go on which made him bitter and angry. They were probably never going to find a solution to that, they would rather just move on and get things fixed and then be done with him again, he just knew it.

Turning to Aito when he spoke up he narrowed his gaze, not looking incredibly impressed. If Aito was trying to flatter him that wasn’t going to work. The only reason he was considered ‘better’ was because he was made to be a weapon. “Only because I keep getting sent out to kill them…” Maybe Vegeta would have more experience if he actually went out with them. Growling lowly when Vegeta spoke up again he turned slowly towards him, staring at him with a fair degree of discontent. Vegeta wasn’t going to quit with this insistence that he’d be trained, even going as far as to try and give him an answer to his purpose. He was the one who wanted someone he could train with, not train others. The only benefit he could find from this was he would have someone he could train, but then again beating up Vegeta with a purpose did sound like quite the draw too. Glaring at him he remained silent for a moment, looking even less impressed than when Vegeta pinned blame on him. “You want to be involved all of a sudden just to make me happy? Tch, I don’t see why training you will bring me any sort of pleasure…” Everybody was just going to get stronger than him, being Saiyans and all that; the most he’d get out of it would be he would try and get stronger and figure out how he did grow in strength. “…Fine. If only because I’ll get to kick your ass for all that you did at the same time…”

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

@shylarahI mean, he probably will so long as she doesn't get all personal about looking o:

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

Cecil frowned in a pretty disapproving manner, really not feeling too sure about how calling Norman something respectful when he was helping him so much. He would had thought someone would like to be treated with respect like that, but whatever he could still call him Norman without too much of an issue. It was probably for the best anyway, especially considering Norman was supposed to be treating him like an experiment and if your experiment was calling you respectful things you’d be less inclined to try and harm them like with the shield. Cecil was pretty prepared for testing the shield, he would be able to tell if there was some loose connection before throwing it online and would be able to tell Norman that it was indeed not working. It would be pretty difficult when it was built to be similar to him moving his arm in response time. He was a little worried about future testing though, he knew that Norman would start out light but eventually would want to convert to much heavier weapons to test the power of the shield on. It was probably something an engineer would do anyway even if it might cause him distress, seeing as how any stress could be simply repaired.

Anything being thrown in Cecil’s direction would be stressful, whether it be something soft and harmless or tough and harmful like a stone. Even with Norman’s reassurances he was going to be nervous. Staring at Norman as he spoke he waited for him to start firing, not actually understanding that he made a brief little joke at the same time: he was a Machina, not a man nor was he designed to look like a man but a little kid. That was really confusing, maybe he was making fun of him or something for being unable to be one. Seeing him getting ready to shoot he instinctively put up a defensive stance as if expecting it to hurt a lot, instead he barely felt it if at all as it bounced away. Feeling a little confused he looked around for it before to Norman, staring at him for a moment before gasping. “Will the bird be okay?? I don’t want to hurt it!”

Cecil’s main concerns came from being able to harm others with the shield rather than protect them and if it had any recoil, meaning that ball that the child should lose could spring back at twice the power it hit him with. He didn’t know how much of a shield it was when compared to a weapon, seeing as how it was composed of energy. Gasping when Norman fired another ball at him he stared at him in annoyance, not liking how there was no warning to that one. “Can you tell me when you’re going to fire stuff at me? What if I took down my shield just then…” It was awfully distracting to have random stuff thrown at him, especially if it could harm him. He figured he would move onto stronger stuff to throw at him, but so long as he told him so that he might brace himself. In truth he didn’t really care about little bullets or whatever those things were, he was more concerned with magical attacks and whether he would be able to defend those; however, Norman wasn’t a Magi for all he knew, so that might be a little tough to test. “What are you going to toss at me now? Rocks? Metal? If my shield goes down without you saying you’re going to fire something at me don’t blame me. I don’t know how long I can keep it up, I’ll still tell if it’s going to go down though”.

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

Shu was a little startled at first but he was feeling rather groggy too, trying to focus as he rubbed his eyes before squeaking again as he looked up at Krom. Shu didn’t really know where he was at first until it all came together in his head and to come to the realisation that he wasn’t in any danger after all. He had fallen asleep sitting up, but he didn’t mean to. He wasn’t sure what he was trying to do and was trying to remember as he rubbed his eyes. He could remember having to do something about meditation, but that was it. Groaning a little, he soon slowly shook his head as he tried to pull himself together again. “…Noooo, no fall asleep! Was just…really trying…” he groaned, eventually reaching up to his head and letting out a sigh, “Just tired and-…and no sleep much and trying but try to stay up! Please no tell Mister Aito!”

Krom stared down at Shu before he grunted, shaking his head. “I don’t care about how much trouble you’ll be in, anyway! You’re supposed to be trying to focus your mind, not taking a nap!” he told him off before sighing, looking to Takeshi. “And you’re not helping the matter! You know how literal he takes everything!” No wonder Shu was a paranoid wreck most of the time, having Takeshi telling him things like that. It was rather ironic though, it wasn’t as if Takeshi knew Shu as well as he thought, anyway. “To meditate you have to clear your mind and focus your Ki! Just calm down and don’t do anything rash…” Takeshi was easy to work with because he did have social skills and wasn’t so easily startled, meanwhile Shu had a very fragile mind and didn’t have the ability to be rational or think through his words particularly well, didn’t help either that he had been broken fairly well by Yamate’s scientists. “Tch, have none of you actually undo any of Yamate’s idiocy yet on the kid? He’s still really hairy. Your lot seemed to had fixed the Commander already, just weird you’d leave your brother until last”.

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Viral saw no reason to hang around in this room anymore with those two, he was feeling anything but ‘better’. He thought he was supposed to feel better about himself once he got something positive out of these two, but instead he got told he an issue and told he was better off being a weapon. Just what was he supposed to say or do, exactly? It hurt him greatly, even though it probably shouldn’t in the end. He had been telling himself those conclusions for a long time, but that was all in hope that he could overcome that low and find out that he was worth more than that. Just maybe he would find something more than that and not automatically end on that conclusion, but it seemed that was never going to be the case. Stopping when Aito made an attempt to keep him in the room he gave him a rather strong glare, clenching his fist.

Just who did he think he was? Was he just supposed to take more of this if that was the best answer Vegeta could come up with? Even Aito struggled to make him feel better by thinking he would be happy fighting some beasts instead. It shouldn’t matter anymore, he didn’t need their help in trying to feel better about himself and his existence when they could only give him answers to make it worse. He wasn’t going to get mournful over it, instead anger took hold as he only found himself blaming those who created him in the first place to do their bidding. Humans were the cause of his problems, the reason why he had nothing. Aito was only treating him to clear his conscience of an unfinished job that he said he’d complete, meanwhile Vegeta saw him as a problem and had wanted him out of his life through any means possible. Neither of them wanted him around, it was just Aito’s bad luck when his personality conflicted so much with the thought of leaving a promise undone.

“…Make amends, then job’s done. Is that it…” That was always it with him. Aito would never let him go until he could go back to June and say ‘I did it’ before going back to whatever he was doing before. He could see it all now: Aito celebrates a job well done before pussyfooting around to make sure he avoided him in the future so he didn’t have to see him again. Maybe that would be for the best anyway, especially considering he killed him before and destroyed everything he worked his whole life to achieve. He must’ve seen him as an unfinished failure, so no wonder. He wasn’t sure if this was the paranoia kicking in or if he was right, he had been struggling with his mind and what was reality for a very long time, causing him to become angered at everyone unless he was fighting. He really was the problem, yet they weren’t letting him leave for whatever reason. Why was Vegeta even agreeing to this again? He had already called him the problem so why did he want that problem to continue hanging around? “You? Make things right?” he spoke, turning to look at Vegeta. He just wanted rid of his guilt for saying all that, that’s exactly what it was.

Either way, he was just about to leave seeing how he never agreed to stay despite Aito’s orders, but Vegeta calling out his name had him turning around again. What did he want now? Probably scared of failing, as usual. He hated coming out the loser, that was his main problem. It took a moment, but eventually Vegeta was trying to make an attempt to reconcile and finally offer him the training he had been seeking in the first place all while making it sound as if he had to convince him himself that he was going to be good to train with. “Me train you? Just what do you think is going to be the benefit of that, exactly? You have Ki and I don’t. Is that your idea of making me feel useful to you…? You shouldn’t feel honoured or see me as a mentor!” Vegeta better stop trying to flatter him before he punched him in that gash he had on his face, he was just not in the mood. Growling lowly he made an approach, glaring at Vegeta as he approached, clenching his fist. “You have greater power than I’ll ever have and all you do is sit around doing whatever else other than actual battling! I’ve not seen you actively try to fight these beasts off, what made you suddenly decide to fight them now? Because you pity me? Is that it? Funny how you change your mind after calling me a problem...and then laughing in my face!”

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

“Heh! Not up to you? He’s your prisoner, you’re the ones who brought him to the Rebels. You think they wanted him here? They don’t exactly treat prisoners well, especially such dangerous criminals…” Krom sighed, scratching the back of his neck. He wasn’t treated particularly well and was under high security all of the time, even now he was being watched pretty closely incase he tried anything otherwise he was kept in a single small room with limited facilities and hardly any light. It was nice to get out and about every so often, but that was all the relief on his sanity he was allowed. The Rebels never made a proper prison because they didn’t prioritise taking prisoners of war without trying to reform them. It was the same on all sides, even the Galactic Police treated their prisoners with absolute control over their physical and mental state before deciding on their sentence. Whatever though, this was all about seeing whether Takeshi could keep his temper under control and turn it into power, but that didn’t seem to be happening as he continued to get all cheeky and back talking. “Heh, old man? I’m only ten years older than you. ‘Old man’ is my father!” he sighed, rolling his shoulders, “And I already told you: I’m doing the talking while you do the training! You’re supposed to be able to focus while I am! And speaking of…” Walking to where he was right beside Shu he tapped his foot out in front of him before tapping Shu’s own foot, causing Shu to open his eyes and let out a squeak. “Don’t you think meditation is an excuse to sleep! I can tell the difference…”

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All Viral had ever wanted was answers, but every single one of them had come to a dead end. He wasn’t like any of them, he wasn’t like anyone he had ever met before the creation of the other Beastmen and had been actively seeking out answers before knowing of their existence. They were all confident in their existence, they knew why they were around and were quite proud of it. They were made fully knowing of their existence to fight, but he had been told an array of things he was supposed to do that never had a clear answer. His damaged genetics had been fixed, he wasn’t supposed to be a threat anymore and yet there he was being treated as such. Just what was he supposed to be? Why was he kept around like some test subject? And they wondered why he had never seen them as a family, it’s not like he could ever remember any of them treating him anything like he knew to be what family is.

Hearing Vegeta finally speak he thought he was going to get an answer, instead he had been left stunned by it. For his own good? Everything he had gone through, all the constant monitoring and restraint, that had all been for his own good? Staring at Vegeta in confusion he narrowed his gaze, trying to figure out what he was trying to say before feeling taken aback by the look Vegeta had decided to give him, taking a slight step back when Vegeta started to laugh before coming to a halt at his conclusion.

Vegeta’s conclusion stung pretty hard. Even though he had become used to thinking of himself as a problem to anyone near him to have someone tell him that just drilled the thought many times worse into his head. He was seeing all the instances he had been an issue, whether it was causing trouble for the company or something drastic like sending them all into space. ‘It’s you’ was Vegeta’s strongest and most sincere-sounding conclusion, that he had been the main source of the problem. Something was wrong with him, everything had been wrong with him and with everything tried on him to correct the problem it was never going to be corrected because he was the issue. He wanted to bark right back at Vegeta and tell him he was wrong for saying that and was just making excuses, but he couldn’t. It was all his own fault, nobody was ever going to be able to fix it for him: he was far beyond help. Staring at Vegeta as he laughed once more he clenched his teeth, staring at him as he admitted defeat.

Flinching slightly when Aito broke the tension with quite a loud single clap he looked to him with the same expression he had given Vegeta, his stance hardly changing. Just what could he possibly add to all of this? Did that mean this little session was over if he was already trying to bring him to his own conclusion? That didn’t help, telling him that he was doing an awful job protecting the Earth by being away from it too. All of this was a failure, he had failed and turned into a problem. Opening his mouth as if to speak his eyes didn’t look at anywhere in particular as Aito mentioned the beasts randomly. Only his solar energy? Of course that was an exaggeration, they could kill them just fine without him. Letting out a slight groan he reached his paw up to his head, rubbing it slowly.

“…Enough of this. I understand it all well enough”. If Aito was trying to change the topic it wasn’t going to work. If he thought the mention of battle was going to immediately dismiss the topic at hand then he really thought of him as a simple creature with a short attention span. Growling lowly he moved to walk past Vegeta, not even giving him a glance of acknowledgement. If he was the problem then he saw no reason to stick around and if Aito felt the need to suggest it was his skills that were needed against those beasts then he could go ahead and fight them himself. They didn’t truly need him; besides, Aito was practically giving him the call of dismissal with that final line of his. “I don’t need anymore sessions! You can go back to being a happy family while I take care of the beasts…”

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

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