He has finally returned, Guru! [Guru claim - RoD]

"Things are turning reaaaaally interesting now, checheche"

Even with the rapid growthing of aggressive powers at Guru's, Ocari seemed to be more excited than afraid. Afterall, wasn't everytime that such an event happens and the presence of the intergalactic visitors made the otherwise boring occasion very lively. Still, there were somethings he wasn't understanding - "It looks like the little missy wants to 'test' the new Guru. All the while her underlings are picking a fight with the saiyans and also fighting amongst themselves? And...my, my, the mouth on this one. Looks like she is trying to win a fight just by talking. That is not likely of saiyans, at least not of the ones I came to know. Hum..." - he gives a quick glance at Celerous - "...and then we have this little 'hero'. Don't worry fella, you are pretty much useless here. Should take a rest, checheche"

Soon something caught the attention of the dark skinned namekian. One of the saiyans talked to him - "Toru, isn't? Yes, he's the one in charge while that Komatsu guy is away. Must be reliable to be put in such charge. I can see part of it in his actions, he doesn't look like a muscle head...good". Ocari takes out the lid of one wine bottle he manage to bring with himself and speaks to Toru:

- Well - he begins to say before taking a long sip from the wine - aaaahhhhh...why you saiyans came here I knew already. What I meant, why 'aaaaall of you' - the namekian makes a circle in the air in front of himself with his finger, in his eyes he was including everyone present inside it - are even 'here' for? You people now the charge of Namek's Guru is a spiritual one, right? We don't have obey him or anything. He will instead be a servant to his people, helping in times of need - he takes another sip and clean his mouth with the part of his mantle covering his neck - It's tiring actually, and it's something only a namekian can do, I'm afraid.

"Hum. I said quiet a lot now. This sure isn't much like me, is it?" - he raises the wine bottle up to his eye level and take a good look at it - "Was it you, you little delicious devil?"

When he was about to take another sip, something caught his attention again. The 'hero' had just received an energy blast and got pretty hurt - "...I knew that was bound to happen. Staying still like a statue is just going to make you and easier targ-..." - and looking better at the scene Ocari noticed that the young man had just received the damage in place of the elders - "Oh look...I'm without smart answers"

Rushing down to the Lookout, landing behind the injured fighter, Ocari raised his hand and focused a golden shining light in his hand, saying:

- Well done, Hero. Though I wouldn't repeat the dose so soon - and that said he drank from the bottle and the golden light began to slowly, in waves, move towards Celerous, healing some of his injuries - There! This should help a little.


- Power Level (weighted): 61,917

- Used [ST1] Healing on Celerous, healing part or all of his damage (-1 Stamina)

- Stamina: 2/3

WC: 525
TWC: 1061

People were the center of their own life.

The views and beliefs they carried, were hardly going to be anything they saw as wrong, until they were able to realize such things on their own. Personally, opinions didn't quite matter to her, if they were going about it in a way that made things difficult for her. Business and transactions were one part of her life she wanted to go smoothly.

Hold onto the hope that things could settle within a few hours, exchanging ideas and such, like when she had been approached by that Ice Elemi. But things became rather clear where things were going to head here.

No what the Namekian leader to be, or his guardian had said, she was simply met with the fear and imposition of views, belonging to those who just so easily expected the worst to happen. Were too thick headed to see any form of rationale, just cause she had more power. Had no qualms with approaching the leader how she wanted to.

The most vocal had to have been that less experienced male Saiyan, bursting into rage and displaying his insecurities out for the world to see. But that should have just been expected from a Saiyan that was a hybrid, shouldn't it?

Their decision to live on a different planet, or even worse of all, an upbringing on earth, had made things that were supposed to be normal for them different. The Saiyans weren't supposed to be the type to care about what others did, of all things. And the idea that came with their view of pride, must have been really low for this one, if he really believed charging in against someone centuries above his power, would have been worth a proper death.

So easily ignored these types were, and the fact that he seemed to have the mindset of being 'good', as if morality was really a good excuse to carry out an action, didn't help keep her opinion any lower than it already was.

Not even that untouchable blonde, thanks to her kinship with the alliance's leader, was actually that bad. It annoyed her that the swordsman was able to listen into their conversation, and only proved her right that the worth of her forces, extended to the power that had already been established on the planet. Her liege could die, and no one would even bat an eye, just cause they associated with her. But unfairness was just how life was, wasn't it?

The power that she held, and the work that she had her forces do, was simply what could change that, given the time. She silently prayed for the extinction of such hardheadedness, as the blonde continued to try asserting the idea she knew this guy she so obviously had some undying feud with. Blue hair of all things, and planets she never went to.

"You know, it gets tiring having to repeat things. Him targeting your planet has nothing to do with the people of earth, and I don't feel sympathy that he did so either, if flaunting power is enough to make your kin quake."

The whole idea that the girl had earned boasting was laughable, and didn't need to be addressed. She had no right to say that, so long as she was related to Koma, and lacked the kind of protection someone with that power could give.

As the Namekian had gave his piece on what the blonde had went on about, he had practically stated the obvious, when it came to bringing up how his people weren't eager to fight. She knew enough about them to where what he said was rather redundant, but she held her tongue on addressing it, since he was defending her forces here.

"I appreciate your input, but I'm quite certain this crowd here has been to my planet, knowing the faction most of them have separated from, wouldn't have bat an eye at my approach to this challenge. It's beyond disappointing they're so easily riled up, even with all of the things I've tried to establish using only words, rather than the attack they keep expecting."

The apology was perhaps the one thing that wouldn't have a made a difference in the world, as she didn't care for the blonde's opinion, knowing the girl was partially a demon. How ironic it was, seeing someone apart of that kind defend a place like this. They were meant to destroy and be damned. Such a lack of care for what was going on between the Saiyan and Majin, despite the claim of wanting to fight her earlier, had really said a lot.

Her proposal of what she wanted in return for the Namekian conceding, was met with clear hesitance, seeing him glance around. It made what he had been saying, partially a load of bull, yet she still couldn't be surprised about it.

Power was everything when it came to influence, and she was just thankful he hadn't given a flat out refusal. The trait about her kin, and being able to gain in power from a drop of blood, was always an exciting prospect.

Rarely, did she find someone who was able to give her what she was looking for, as their power was simply weaker than her own. But having felt his power in the first place, she knew this one would wind up being different.

The thought of what could come, instead of being the kind of guarantee she knew would be possible, if she took matters into her own hands. It was one of the things that kept on being overlooked and ignored here.

But she supposed that was just the comfort that came from being around power they were familiar with. Having followed the Namekian's gaze, silently still waiting for a proper answer to be given to her, rather than assuming.

"Of course. And as a continued good show of faith, I'll briefly suppress my power to that less experienced male Saiyan."

A willing donator of blood, and one which was the small drop she needed to grow in power, was perhaps the best gift she could have ever given. Even better was knowing his agreement entailed that blonde had no say in things.

That invisible weight of chains on her body, became less noticeable, as she took a small breath in. The kind of power that Saiyan had, she hadn't felt and as light as this, in forever. It was much before her time as even a Countess Of The Night, yet was after overcoming the kind of feelings in which being under a bloodfrenzy, indulged in.

Nostalgia wasn't the right word for it. If anything, it was more so vulnerability, having to hold back the power that she had, while still remaining in the transformed state that belonged to a Matriarch of Vampires.

Though her excitement remained the same, and she could feel her breathing slow, as if what she wanted to do with this bite, was supposed to involve something much more than what it really was. Her tasting someone else's power.

These lips of hers, in this transformed state, was much fuller than anything she could have hoped, while untransformed. But a lot of things were different while she was like this, in more than just physical prowess.

Matriarchs were the mother of Vampires, for a reason, after all. The kind of physique she forever had as someone who had turned into a Vampire at seventeen, was really only able to see past such a thing while transformed.

But who said she had minded such a thing? Her lips pressed onto the Namekian's skin first, directly on where she knew the artery would be. Even the slightest movement of her lips, which was slightly parted to prepare for the bite, couldn't escape a silent thought in the back of her mind, forgotten once her fangs pierced into the skin.

The first trickling of blood, and the kind of power she felt as it touched her tongue, never failed to feel like it could last a lifetime. Enhance what she had naturally felt as a Vampire, as if it was all new to her.

Never having even gotten a chance to close her eyes and really enjoy herself, she had already pulled back, barely even a couple of seconds after beginning. Though her lips had rubbed over itself, as if she had somehow allowed the small amount she had taken to have escaped her mouth. What kind of world did they live in, that pleasures had to end?

"Thank you."

Handing over the capsule she had meant to use, it was all that needed to be said, or rather she could bring herself to say. Turned away from temptation, she flew over to the side of where these grounds overlooked down below. Even while suppressing her power, and continuing to do so, her eyes had never really stopped glowing, in its vibrant way.

Down below, she had watched the younger Saiyan girl, push the Majin directly at the blonde hybrid, large and numerous spheres flying all at her fellow ally. The body language being displayed, even the beads of sweat the Super Saiyan had already worked up for herself, made it rather evident, she wasn't planning on holding back against the Majin.

Though the same could have been said against who she was facing, that pink mass of flesh stretching beyond what she knew the girl normally allowed herself to, which reached out and struck against the spheres of ki, like a bat.

Holes pierced through into the walls of flesh and reformed, the amount of power from both sources, she knew if she had been much closer, would likely feel the same way the Namekian leader must have felt going against her.

A bit of a smile took her, knowing that with the blonde seeming to have taken the effort to actually try, Maiz had no doubt meant the orbs of ki to have winded up hitting the blonde instead. Everyone else was more like annoyances, doing nothing more than standing around, as bits and bruises the Majin couldn't completely reform over, had revealed the kind of damage the Majin had really taken. She could smell the trickles of blood just as well.

Though it was likely hidden under more amounts of flesh she knew the Majin to have. Thinking about the kind of damage that must have been suffered, and closely counting the time it took for flesh to reform, what came wasn't surprising.

The last few spheres of ki that were thrown at the Majin, didn't seem to be met with resistance, pushing through with an explosion of power that bursted inside. The sounds of a body suddenly splattering, and having the bits and remains flying all over as it did, was perhaps the kind of sight she just so wished she could show people over and over.

That look on the Majin's face, and how the girl just knew it was over, was just so rare to see nowadays. She was here and had felt like she had been apart of what had kept the Majin, from being able to reform to her usual capabilities.

Flicking away several pieces that had winded up flinging itself onto her body, she had landed on the ground, and dashed forward before the Saiyan girl could hit the ground. A good chunk of the Majin's body was all over her, and having been teased at the blood she'd be able to drink if it had been anyone else, couldn't help but see it as such.

The lavender-haired Vampire had walked over, having caught bits and pieces of the Majin's flesh on her as well, and quietly rubbed away at her arm for a few moments, before taking the Saiyan's unconscious body for her.

If her fellow Vampire had already finished the lollipop she had been eating, then they really had been here far too long. She was already more satisfied with what she had came here for, so now was just the matter of leaving.

"If you don't mind, I'll be taking her back to the ship. None of your people really gotten themselves involved more than they should have, and before that other male can open his mouth, she could have easily saved any of those other Namekians, if she was just given the chance. So I had kept to what I'd said I'd do."

If there was really nothing else for the older Saiyan to say, she hadn't wasted any time leaving with both girls.

[Attempted Exit, with only Maiz and Touka]

TWC: 8,665

(Rukia repeats that she doesn't know who Caesar is, and tells Ryuteki that apologies aren't necessary, before suppressing her power level down to Celerous 's level, being what she considers to be the weakest among the other Saiyans. Rukia gives Ryuteki a hicky, then watches Maiz push Sayako towards Cambia, before firing enough to splatter the Majin, who continues to take most of the hits thrown on both sides, until the end. Unless vaporized, she will reform and go back to the ship on her own.)

Rukia's Thread PL: 7,049,075 (Suppressed to Celerous' level) with [x25] Matriarch Vampire, active.

2/5 Stamina:

1) [M3] Bloodsucker, successfully used, but left Ryuteki alive, gives Rukia a gain of 10,100 PL.

Maiz's PL: 197,374 (1,581,872) as Super Saiyan Full Power is activated [x8]

0/3 Stamina:

[OT-3] Big Cannon Cambia

A better version of Twin Cannons, where Maiz forms large orbs of ki, rather than small ones.
100% of PL in damage.

Sayako's PL: 197, 374 (1,318,681/1,776,366) Good Majin Perm [x7/x9]

0/3 Stamina:

[OT-3] Crushing Finish @maiz

The last version of Crushing Trapper, Sayako uses her bodyweight to slam them down, instead of shoving them back.
100% of PL in damage.

Touka's PL: 140,982 (1,127,856) as Countess of The Night is activated [x8]

Toru glanced back to the newly arrived Namekian once more, nodding his head when he reminded him of what Guru's leadership was like. They had been on Namek long enough to understand some of their culture. He himself had spent a rather large amount of time going from village to village just learning what he could about the beings they now shared a home with.

"I do understand what the Guru's position is on Namek. I personally came to show my support as I think is appropriate in a time like this. I also came to make sure nothing got out of hand..."
He said, motioning with his head towards both Cambia and Rukia. Truthfully, Toru was headed in this general direction on a bit of a scouting mission as he had fully expected Nasu's forced to show up on Namek (That was before he could sense them on Earth) and just found himself sticking around to make sure no one here killed one another. He didn't want to get more involved than he had too in regards to the Guru, as he understood there was perhaps certain trials someone in that position would have to face, beyond the creation of the dragonballs.

When things started to rapidly happen around him however Toru tensed up but didn't move, instead choosing to watch the events around him. Rukia's Saiyan ally was bloodthirsty, that much was clear... and she had little regard for her companions, especially not for the Majin who was trying so hard to keep her in check.

'Don't jump in... these kids will never learn to rely on their own strengths if you do...'
He thought to himself, clenching his fist tightly as he moved a little bit closer to the elders, though Celerous was quickly jumping in as well to protect them. He gave a light sigh of relief, glad that he had been able to do so. From there, things unfolded extremely quickly, but in the end, Rukia's allies were... well literally all over the place.

Cambia was checking up on the plastered majin as he returned his attention to Ryuteki, who was now hovering alone in the sky as Rukia had retreated with her Saiyan ally.

"Well then... uhm... is everyone okay?"
He asked, looking back to the elders who still looked to be shaken up by the sudden challenge and outburst of the saiyan. Great... that was going to look good on their resume.

'Is she calling me out..?  I wasn't going to say a damn thing. Honestly kids these days.'
Toru thought to himself, rolling his eyes and shaking his head a bit as he continued to focus on the elders.

---

WC: 447

(Plz, skip me now. I'm with some difficulties at home. Sry T.T)

When did things get so deafening?

She couldn't remember. Things had started out like what she had expected, whenever the Vampire managed to find time for them. The girl went around flaunting her power, and it was only her own, that kept her from feeling its heat.

There used to be a time when she was able to feel upset at their difference in power, and always looked forward to fighting the brunette, as if winning one match, could go and change the fact she would always be under the girl's power. But now, that just seemed stupid. She knew it was that thing's fault for making her feel this way.

That she had lost the side of her, that held what made her as angry as she used to be. It was supposed to be a normal part of being a Majin, but it seemed and just felt so unnatural, being so different from what she knew.

Having to be like the rest of her kind, spending days just following orders, and being surrounded in a field of flowers. She didn't want that. Could never see herself having a life that was just so simple and carefree.

Was that why she still kept following the Vampire? Having reminders of what she no longer had? It wasn't a question she really had the time to answer. All of the different power in the air, and the Saiyan's own, kicked things into what was supposed to be the usual for them. The younger girl really wasn't as patient as she used to be.

Even with the whole earth being attacked thing, being an excuse that could be used, the fact was, they just weren't all the same as they used to be anymore. It wasn't just their power. Everyone here had changed in some way.

The flashes of red reflecting from the Super Saiyan's balls of ki, she could swear she was able to see her reflection for the slightest of seconds, as her arms turned into mass to both counter the spheres and try to grab the girl.

There wasn't happiness in those eyes of hers. But she wasn't really someone who was really angry either. Was it sadness? The pain that came from being struck by those spheres as her arms stretched to block them, and her own swirling grip onto the Saiyan, who only shoved the attacks straight at her, all felt familiar.

She was supposed to be angry at this. Use what force she could to go and help everyone else knock the girl out. But it was easy to just slip away from her, wasn't it? She knew exactly what and how long it took for her body to reform.

What would be the thing that would make it slink back, and allow the girl to create distance. The different strikes came so fast, and she had seen glimpses of the Super Saiyan's face, which didn't hold any mercy.

But she hadn't needed to see it, to feel it anyway. The girl moved on from throwing spheres of ki, and just started to slam her fists into her. Those sounds of her own flesh being smacked around, and herself being pushed back, through the slightest of gaps between the strikes, made her wonder if her own assumptions about things were wrong.

Telling everyone else to help out, she could tell just wasn't what she figured things would be. There was no relief in the way she worked her own body, only pain. The outside world just seemed to dull around her, and the other girl never really lost focus on her. There was supposed to be some sort of satisfaction from this, for the both of them.

She knew it from the look of the blonde's own eyes, but it just wasn't something that was there for her. Those spheres the girl charged up, was supposed to be just for her. She knew the power behind them, was something that could knock the girl out on her own will. This was supposed to be their usual. Another one of their fights where they exhausted each other out enough, for them not to move. For the Vampire to come pick up, and place them into a healing tank.

Nothing that was supposed to be different for them. But it was. Stopping the Saiyan, wasn't something she could just do alone anymore. It was possible, back when the girl had barely figured out that Super Saiyan form of hers.

But the girl was getting on a different level now. Being out of her reach. She could feel it in the way the spheres of ki, which the size of a head, dug into her body, and her own attempt to go and force the thing back at the girl.

One success, was only replaced by a failure, as another ball replaced it, and her flesh couldn't reform over an injured one in time. Her vision blinking in an out, but her body still trying to meet the coming spheres, she could never doubt the feeling it put into her. There was hardly any room to gasp for air, and her lungs felt full with blood. Dying. It could never be mistaken for something like anger, or happiness, because it pulled at her body.

Tore it apart, and made her feel like she was losing even more of herself. Like she was just going to disappear completely. Was that what was going to happen? The Saiyan was going to wind up just killing her this time?

It came all at once, when the last blow had struck, the energy in the sphere, being only one of many that imploded. Her body filled with pain, and everything around her just went dark. Humans always made it seem like there was supposed to be a light in moments like these. Something that would give them some kindness of closure, until the pain just went all away. But that just wasn't what happened either.

She could hear voices, and although it was faint, she could feel her own presence. The darkness didn't leave her, and what she felt without the stinging from the Saiyan's blast, was like a call for her to just keep living. She pulled onto it, feeling herself lap over like she was reforming, and the darkness around her only grew less and less, as she kept pulling. Her whole body didn't need to reform to know that she was alive.

To be able to put together the voices, and swallow down lumps of blood in her throat, which was already trying to be smoothed out and reformed over. So this was what it was like having to pull her body back together.

"Damn that brat."

She reeled her head back, as her body had reformed to a point where she could lay legs spread out, her hands behind her, while things continued to go and work behind her. The annoyance actually was recognizable to her this time.

"Damn that bitch."

It was said a lot quieter, her eyes closed and picturing how the Vampire must have left, not even batting an eye. She could feel the girl's presence and the others actually, right next to another recognizable feeling of annoyance.

It felt like she was figuring out what she had been missing before, but maybe that was just her own exhaustion speaking. These feelings felt like hers, but it also felt different in a way she couldn't really place things either.

"Sorry."

Her eyes had flicked over to the blonde with the sword, a slight cough into her hand, spewing out some blood, before she had apologized. Did it really need to be said what she was sorry for? The girl got it right?

"...For them."

Another bit of annoyance had came as she had corrected herself anyway, and pulled herself up, hands lightly clenching, as if she was in some kind of new body. But that just wasn't how that was supposed to work right?

She hadn't died and was just replaced by someone with her memories? That was one thing some humans believed in. She never really gave it a thought, until coming across something like this herself. But it wasn't going to be something she would ask either. A lot had happened, and didn't wind up being the kind of usual that things were supposed to be. These guys were supposed to be the incompetent ones.

Without addressing the Saiyan leader beyond just a gesture with her thumb at the Vampire's direction, she had just gone and taken off into the air, a bit shakier than she remembered ever really showing before.

Something weird was going on.

[Sayako has reformed, and exits, assuming no disruptions]

TWC: 10,117

Rukia gets a flat 10,000 from Bloodsucker's 10% base PL of Ryuteki as well with normal PL rewards.

Toru let a sigh escape his lips as he finally powered down to his base form. It wasn't that holding his Super Saiyan form was exhausting but the constant threat of danger was. He ws glad that he didn't need to intervene however and that these young ones had been able to handle the situation on their own. He looked over towards Celerous when he mentioned that it was saiyans like that that gave them a bad name and Toru couldn't help but give a light scoff as he completely agreed with that statement.

"That's exactly right, honestly..."
He stated as he looked towards the majin who was slowly piecing herself together once more. She wasn't much of a talker but she apologized and before she could take off Toru nodded in her direction.

"No harm done. If you'd be so kind as to pass a message along for me? Could you tell miss Rukia that I look forward to speaking to her at the Citadel at her first convenience?"
Whether the majin would relay his message or not was an entirely different story but he left it at that. He wanted to speak with Rukia to see just what it was she had been hoping to accomplish with this... though for now, he had one issue he needed to deal with...Cambia.

"You and I need to talk as well, Cambia. There's a few things we need to go over, and as for you, thank you for your interference today. I haven't seen you around the Citadel before, but you're welcome in the Alliance any time. Come and see me if there's anything you need. My name is Toru by the way, I would be one of the Councillors of the Alliance."
He said, first speaking to his saiyan allies then turning to face Ryuteki and Trian. He offered a polite bow to the two Namekians to which Trian just shook his head and bid him not to be so formal.

"I apologize for so much interference on behalf of the Saiyan Alliance. Ryuteki, you will be a great leader to the Namekian people. Please don't doubt yourself so much, and know that the Alliance will be there for your people as well. You can count on us."
He stated kindly, straightening up and preparing to leave along with Cambia and Celerous if there were no more interruptions.

---

WC: 399

Ocari had sat through the latest events. Drinking the last of his wine and wondering about how much action Namek has seen in only that short time - "I was right to come and see everything up close and personal. Super saiyans, majin...vampire...? Whatever, it was a good show. And this new Guru...not that I would've done much different, but I expected...pft! I don't even know what I wanted to see. Just thought it would be cooler..." - the namekian take his last sip and put the bottle in his bag - "...at least the view of dragon was worth it. Now I'm excited to make mine, hehe"

- This was nice - said him smiling - I still don't get it why all the fuss the...vam-pire, right...? - he tried not to misspel the word - I mean, it's just a guidance position. If it's about the dragon, only namekians can do it anyway so...Meh! Forget it, I'm glad everything worked out just fine. Congratulations...Ryu-te-ki...yeah! Congratulations Ryuteki!!

Ocari make a small reverence, never losing his smile, and pulling another bottle of wine from his bag, he take the cork and lift it high above his head before sipping from it.

- Now. Anyone needs some healing assistance? - offers his service to anyone that desires it.


- In case there won't be more interactions, Ocari will be exiting the thread also. Requesting PL.

WC: 214
TWC: 1275