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| Walid vs. Bulma (Complete); Planet Spar | |
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| Topic Started: Mar 27 2016, 11:38 PM (85 Views) | |
| Walid | Mar 27 2016, 11:38 PM Post #1 |
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The Avatar of War
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Jax On a peaceful night… or at least a night for some planets, the Avatar of War was lying on top of a patch of grass. Normally it would have bothered him to know that it was still daytime outside, but his mind was elsewhere. With his hands tucked behind his head he couldn’t forget everything that had happened to him recently. First he came across someone that looked exactly like him, even on par with his strength. He then received news that his “clone” had arrived to Namek, a planet that was being terrorized by the PTO. Should he go out looking for the fiend or should he just wait until it comes after him. “Ugh,” he muttered as he sighed, “Why did it have to be here of all places, at this moment.” Luck was never on the pink-haired warrior’s side and he hated that. He wondered if he’d walked over a ladder or something. Yanny Boy Bulma could not sleep, had not even tried to sleep. She was a daytime person, and while night never starting was enough to drive you crazy after awhile, she wouldn’t be taken down after only one day. Rest was needed, she knew that, but there was also so much to do! It wasn’t until her eureka moment in the makeshift lab Ranto had set up for her that she felt the urge to settle down. Well, to settle down or run to Chishan and blab the whole idea. When she remembered it was technically night, and that he’d probably be with Agatha doing who knows what, though a lot of who’s could guess, her heart sank a bit. She comforted herself with the joke that after the last time he IT’d into her shower, she could probably get away with walking in on that. She highly doubted Agatha would mind. She shook her head but gained back a smile then she sighed, and decided she should at least leave work behind for a bit. She pocketed her thumb drive and wandered back through their quaint little living quarters provided by the village, and soon enough she passed the soft grass where Walid lied, just in time to hear his complaint. It wasn’t the first time she had heard him say something similar and it made her nose scrunch a little that she still hadn’t had it explained to her. She walked the short distance to him, stopping at his feet and looked down to him, her hands on her hips. “Couldn’t sleep?” Jax First he noticed someone’s shadow and thought that the hunter became the hunted. It was even enough to make him sit up for a moment. He, however, learned that it was just the blue-haired woman and not that fiend who he wanted to kill. The pink-haired warrior thought that it was a good thing he didn’t have his axe. There was no telling what would have happened if he had it. “You can say that,” he said, remaining where he was, “Though to be fair I never sleep on this planet.” Right away he knew that when he left Namek, his sleeping schedule would be off the charts again. Walid feared the worst would happen that he’d be a walking zombie everywhere he’d go. That thought didn’t last long as the image of his clone resurfaced yet again. He truly hated that he couldn’t enjoy anything because of that maniac. “What about you, shouldn’t you be asleep?” he asked. Yanny Boy Her brow furthered furrowed at his declaration, though as he quickly brought it back to her she knew she could hardly talk. “I should,” she agrees. “I just got caught up in sciency things. My sleep schedule on Earth is pretty whacky to start with,” she adds with a small grin, only a little embarrassed by it. She really did need more healthy sleep habits, but that was a project for another day. It was always a project for another day, that’s what the problem was. “But, I’ve brought light cancelling technology. If you want to use it for your room. It’ll feel more like night, I promise,” she offers, tilting her head a little as she looked at him. She wasn’t sure if it was his negative feelings for the planet itself or something deeper troubling him this time. She could understand not liking Namek. It was a land made for plants, not people...Had she just called the Namekians plants? That had to be racist, but the aliens did only need water to survive. They were definitely people, but their biometrics were decidedly different. “You should get some sleep while we’re here.” Jax He didn’t doubt her in the slightest about her schedule. From what he heard, she was a very busy woman back on Earth. He wondered if she needed to do what he decided he wanted, kick back and just enjoy life. Then again he didn’t know if she was already doing that. For all he knew, she was like a superhero, by day working in the lab and by night, a person who liked to party. “If I went back to it… would I be alone,” he let out a small joke. Almost instantly the cloudy fog that was known as his clone vanished for the moment. Bulma probably didn’t know it, but her presence there might have helped him more than she thought. He also wondered if he should have said something else. Lately his words were getting him in trouble with others. “Though a room has nothing to do with it, I actually prefer sleeping outside,” he then said, “My mind’s the one preventing me from sleeping.” Yanny Boy Bulma blinks at the joke, her brow raising. On one hand she wanted to think it was concern she also go to bed, on the other--had this idiot just dropped a line? She wasn’t completely oblivious to things around her, and Walid’s attention to her over the last few weeks had not gone unnoticed. He’d snuck similar flirtations in before. She was old enough to be his mother, but that didn’t even seem to cross his mind. Was it a crush or was it just friendly flirting she was more accustomed to? After Chishan, she was much more hesitant to jump into her own ways, at least the one’s she didn’t do on reflect. So needless to say, when he continued, she felt relieved. She stepped past his feet and walked up next to him until about his butt, then flopped hers down next to him. She stretched her hands back out behind her and looked up to the green sky. “Whacha thinking about then?” Jax Well that was weird… While it was true that he liked that he wasn’t kicked for what he said… the pink-haired warrior didn’t know what to think when he didn’t get a reaction to what he said. He thought that she was waiting for him to go on. Should he have continued or was he just over thinking things? Thankfully for him, he didn’t have to make that decision. He was asked what he was thinking about. There was a mountain of problems that swirled around his mind. They were problems that he thought came at the worst time possible and only one person knew about them all. It was one of the reasons he felt bad for not visiting Agatha when she was in the hospital. “A lot,” he replied back and then turned to look into her eyes, “One thing is that I’ve received word that someone I have history with, from the PTO, was deployed to Namek.” Yanny Boy Bulma made a small face at his “a lot” looking back to him with a skeptical face, as if saying, surely they’d been through enough that he could speak to her openly by now. He met that gaze and he continued, but remained purposely vague. “Is it someone from Zaun? Or that mercenary group?” she asks, her head tilted a little as she looked at him earnestly. There was no question in her motives for asking, she just wanted to help. The boy had been there for her in a number of instances now, the least she could do was offer him an ear. If the man was here too, it wouldn’t hurt to know more about him. Any addition information on their enemies could potentially save lives. Jax A Zaun, his old mercenary group, if only that was his problem. If he encountered someone like that, he knew that he could have dealt with them with ease. It was unsure if he could take on Bhogar, but he was probably the strongest fighter within the Order. That, however, was also back when he was still in his late teens. There was no way for him to know if he still held the candle. “Yeah I guess you could call it a Zaun,” he said, still unsure if he should tell her about his doppelganger. One of the reasons why he refrained from revealing that detail to her is that he was afraid. He felt guilty already that someone with his genes was running amuck. What if she blamed him for it? When he thought about it more, he realized that couldn’t possibly be true. His clone was just deployed. That meant that he didn’t have a hand in anything that happened on the planet yet. “The Planet Trade has a clone,” he decided not to hold it back anymore, “A clone of me.” Yanny Boy Bulma kept her eyes on him as he answered with some reluctance, or was it uncertainty? She couldn’t quite tell. He seemed to be fighting something within himself, and she didn’t speak over it. Instead she waited, keeping her kind gaze on him and waiting for him to explain further, or change the subject if that’s what he wished. She might redirect him is he did, if only because of the whole potentially save lives things, but in the end, she didn’t have to. He explained further, and what he said made her blink. She blinked once, then twice, and then looked away as all the different ways she could clone Walid ran through her mind. She was a scientist, first and foremost, so of course, that’s where her mind went. “Why you?” she asks, after another moment, looking back to him still curious but then pausing as she realized how inconsiderate she was being. If someone cloned her she’d be horrified. All her brains and beauty brainwashed by the PTO? It could be devastating! As for Walid, well, he was a power house with a way for destruction. If someone corrupted him...she couldn’t quite imagine it. She supposed it would have been something like Aria in the steel legion. Then again, raising a clone, all of nurture was taken away. The kindness and consideration Walid showed everyone, could very likely have been created from how he had lived. A clone could in different respects be very, very different. Closer to a sibling than an other half really. “I mean…” she sits back up and rests a hand gently on his. “Tell me about it.” Jax Her words struck a nerve in the Avatar of War’s. It probably wasn’t its intent, but it hurt him slightly to think of what it could have meant. Was he not worthy of being controlled as a weapon? Was he too weak for someone to not steal? He was a warrior before anything and something like that hurt his pride. Instead of saying anything, he simply made a face. “That’s about all I know unfortunately,” he said, resembling that he himself didn’t know much about the clone, “All I know is that I’ve came across him and saw what he’s capable of.” To think that there was someone as reckless as him out there. Someone who was like that was a deadly thing. It was one thing to not be concern with others around him, but to not care for your own life as well? The best way the pink-haired warrior could describe someone like that was a suicide bomber. “Bulma,” he said as he drew in closer to her, “He doesn’t care about anyone’s life, including his. He’ll destroy anything just for the hell of it.” Yanny Boy She frowns, knowing her words affected him negatively, but not thinking it anyway the same as him, assumed it was more because of her insensitivity. It was that in its own way. He explained he didn’t know more than that but that he had come across him and his face changed at the mere memory of it. He moved closer to her and explained and her brow furrowed as she thought about facing such a man, and then it clicked for her. Walid’s guilt over facing the PTO and Zaun, his discomfort now. “You’re not him” she says, looking at him sternly, as if to check and be sure that was what he was thinking. “I’m a scientist Walid,” she reminds him, in hopes it made her words sit better. “A clone, even if it has the same DNA, that’s not what makes us people. We start out with a bundle of code and then from the moment of our birth we expand and grow and learn. Everything you have done in your life has shaped you. Everything he has done in his shaped him. You are two different people.” Jax Right away his meeting with the ginger-haired man came up. It was like he was being told the same thing he was told then. The clone wasn’t him and he shouldn’t feel like it was his fault for anything his doppelganger did. Another thing that troubled him… was the thought of Yan being in his head while he was talking to the blue-haired woman. He quickly shook his head at that thought. “The fact that he doesn’t have what I have,” the Avatar of War said, referring to Brontos, “Is what really scares me the most. Would I end up like that if I didn’t have a patron to watch over me?” He didn’t want to think about it, but he couldn’t help it. What if his clone’s personality wasn’t distorted in the slightest? What if he would be a walking weapon of mass destruction and slaughter if not for the restraints given to him by a God? “It really bothers me to think that I could be like him,” he confessed, “I don’t want to become a monster.” Yanny Boy “Is it Brontos who makes you feel for others? The anger you get when you see someone hurt, is that because of Brontos? The guilt you feel, when you hurt someone, or can’t help someone, is that simply because Brontos is in your ear?” Bulma asks, keeping her stern gaze on him before it finally softens. She gives his hand a soft squeeze and looks to him with sympathy. “I’m not saying you couldn’t have ended up like him. You could have. I could have. Anyone could have, we’re all born with a capacity for good and evil. The important thing is you didn’t. You took in your experiences and you found empathy. You suffered and you turned around and thought I don’t want other people to feel this way. That’s not Brontos, that’s you.” Jax The Avatar of War honestly never looked it like that. The more he talked about both his title and patron with Bulma, the more he liked her insight on everything. As much as he wanted to admit it, it couldn’t be true that Brontos had a hand in anything he did. In fact whenever he came to a problem, he was just mocked and ridiculed instead. It even made him wonder if his clone was the lucky one… not having to put up with that. “You’re right,” he responded back, “I’m really glad I’ve met you Bulma.” Over again in his life, the people he had around him, none of them really cared like she did. They would always try another approach to things and make fun of him instead. He was ashamed that he was even worried about telling her about his problems. Whenever he had an issue, she was always there for him and he needed to remember that. “Thank you,” he said, “For not turning out like the others.” Yanny Boy He calmed again and she smiled. “Of course I’m right,” she says with ease, then leans forward and gently bops him on the nose. “Me too,” she says simply, then pulls away and flops back on her back. The green sky was unchanging, just like the lighting. She could do well with some light cancelling tech about now, but Walid was right. There was something nice about simply lying about outside, better still, on an alien planet. He thanked her, and she looked back to him again, her arms under her head and she frowned just a little at what he said. He said, “like the others,” like no one had ever taken him seriously before. She knew Walid could be a bit eccentric, but he wasn’t a bad kid. He was sensitive and smart, and a bundle of complex emotions. It was troubling to think he’d been treated as anything less. She wondered a little once more on the Zaunite’s relationship with their dashing leader. She couldn’t imagine Chishan treating anyone he considered a friend that unfairly, but perhaps he had never prodded deep enough. “Thank you, for telling me,” she says and then her eyes crinkled a little in amusement. “It’d sure be terrible to run into your double and get tricked into thinking it was you.” She said it like, now that she knew, there was no way that would happen. Even if he looked completely identical to her pink haired friend, she would not mistake him. Now that she knew there was a possibility, she was confident in that. Jax Part of his face turned red the moment she bopped him. A roaring fire was also starting to boil, but thankfully he was able to control it. That was the last thing that he needed at that moment. It’d ruin everything completely and possibly their eyebrows. He then noticed that she looked to be enjoying her time outside. It almost made him wonder if he needed to take her out on a camping trip or something. That would probably turn out horribly… A sudden realization then hit him the moment she brought up his clone meeting her. That was a situation that he hadn’t even thought of. What would happen if they ran into that guy and he wasn’t around? It was true that they had slightly different hair color, but he was a hunter. For all he knew, that fiend could be spying on him right at that moment, learning everything he could about the Avatar of War. “I think if that happened,” he responded back with a fiery look on his face, “I’d feel sorry for my clone. I’m not someone people should anger.” |
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