(Nam) [during timeskip] Host

[Virion]

((nam, you can actually skip to the end and probably just read the last post here, most of this is just set-up on my end that's not really relevant for you.

Also, this is set during the second half of the first year, but it doesn't really matter exactly when))

Virion continued his slow ‘digestion’ of the energies now flooding his form, the balance and discourse of influences very slowly normalizing, re-establishing their presence into a more natural state. Having absorbed the alien, Ozikai, he found this strength to have further augmented the energies of the Guru’s technique. For the first time, Virion found himself scrutinising his own attitudes.
Despite his regression, he found that his own sense of pride and superiority had somehow remained intact. He had absorbed individuals to preserve his own life force and undo the damages of his own foolish actions, but never had he considered this more than an unsavoury necessity in times of desperate need… in truth it was a childish attachment to a pampered life of strength and prowess which he no longer lay claim to, and attachment he had not even re-considered until his vengeance on Ozikai.

Now however, lowering at last his misplaced self-pride, and accepting more honestly the humbling of his fall from grace, the bio-android found himself to newly appreciate a valuable asset of his form. He could claw his way back towards the strength he had lost only be abandoning the false pretences of his old life.

From here he found his thoughts wandering, drawn towards a more philosophical musing, one he had had many times before. He was now no better than the pathetic races which inhabited this universe, the inferior beings his creators had spent their lives exposed to, had put all their efforts into wiping away to begin the reign of the first truly perfect race… Even Virion they had considered as imperfect, a tool for sweeping the universe away, ready to step aside and self-terminate upon the completion of this task. It was a destiny he had embraced.

…And yet here he was, slowly clawing his way back towards the top. Was it because he had failed in his mission? Was he so desperate to reattain what he had lost simply to revisit his past failings and succeed where before he had fallen? Was his vow to carve his own destiny simply the remnants of past loyalties driving him to move forward and adapt his strategies in the name of his creator’s visions of sterility and perfection?

The infected were but a tool, even as he was to his designer’s grand conception. After a lingering moment his thoughts drew on. What had happened? With the distractions of his own scheming, he had done little to truly discover what had happened between Boliko and Touketsuki. From the death of his infected, he had assumed that perhaps the planet had been devastated, destroyed, the great conflict resulting in a brooding stalemate between Solar Empire and World Trade even as it had been reported in his own time… and yet what if it had not. He had been wrong about a number of things in the end, he found his questioning drawing out another flaw of his psyche. He was complacent with his fractured knowledge, avoiding the efforts it would take to pursue confirmation under the pretence of busying himself with other matters.

((i think it looks a bit neater when i post it as multiple replies))

[Virion]

Well, now was the time to address these oversights. His body could continue it’s slow adjustments while his mind explored the limits of his reach, beginning with tying together this loose end. He searched out, straining his perception over the bio-resonance to more distant reaches. Much was filled with void, though he quickly located the glimmer lanterns which were the infected of namek. After the briefest of interludes he moved on, brushing past yet more small clusters of infected which he had left in his most recent wanderings, reaching out instead towards the north galaxy. After a drawn out search, pushing on the borders of his perceivable space, the briefest whispers of life grew into crisper clarity, his focus honing in on these specks.
Virion found that of the infected on earth, a select few remained. honing his focus onto a lone signature, he found his mind connecting with a half-saiyan, Draxor.

“Hello, my friend” came the insidious sounding croak, mirthfully causing the man to startle, drawing his blade and looking around. His mind grew more turmoiled, but Virion drew him inwards towards the embrace of the bio-link. Surprisingly enough, the man had already began to master it’s capacity, though he still had much to learn he seemed to more easily shift into it’s realm.

“who… are you?” he asked, his own mental form coming face to face with Virion’s own projection, within the realm of linked minds. He was thoroughly confused, feeling both at once a sense of fear and yet familiarity, danger and yet comfort.

“I’m hurt Draxor, you don’t recognise me?” the response was full of a false sweetness, and as he spoke images began to flash all around them, memories whirling past at an incomprehensible pace, darting up for a mere instant before disappearing. Virion was searching his mind, drawing small snippets of information from it.

“You’re…” murmured draxor tentatively, as if reaching towards an answer he had once known but lay forgotten, a truth he was secretly aware of, a knowledge of exactly who and what this creature was.
“I am” affirmed Virion with the slightest of smiles, as if amused by the slow realisations which were sparking around them quite literally.
“I wonder…” came the musing croak, Virion looking now around him, his cast mind seeming to gauge its surroundings.
“Theoretically…” he questioned, his own train of thought following through with whatever scheme he had apparently concocted.
Virion appeared to begin expanding, growing larger and larger within this place. A flowing mass seemed to be swirling in from far away, filling into Virion’s body and fuelling it’s growth. He began to shift, growing insubstantial, like two liquids mixing his body seemed to begin dispersing, breaking apart. Virion’s consciousness reached forward like sand in an hour glass, flowing, filling the vessel which rested so very far away, straining his reach as he slowly came to seize control. It was something he would never have considered before, something which his misplaced pride had blinded him to.

To draxor an great pressure seemed to emerge, a weight dragging down on him in every way as if he were suddenly in some form of enhanced gravity.
“What are you doing? Listen, I have a lot of questions, a lot of things I don’t understand…” he asked, looking at what remained of the tangible projection of Virion’s mind, confusion rippling through the dream-scape which sarrounded them.
Virion however was preoccupied with his own activities.

Yes, I can control this… shell, this partially transformed body. Reaching out and embracing the bio-essence which flowed through it’s veins and tissues, Virion was able to quite literally take control of his being, establish a mental prominence able to bring possession of this body towards him… and yet something was stopping him from going as far as he needed.
“Through your body flows my essence, I am the source of what you call this ‘infection’, the benefactor which has provided you this resonance. You are however distracting me from my task…”
Draxor seemed to intuitively understand Virion, a kind of powerful empathy even greater than he had experiences with his fellow infected such as Dynammo, he looked over apologetically but stopped himself short of saying anything more, trying to allow the alien creature to concentrate. He did not know exactly what it was doing, but he felt completely inclined to trust him. Virion’s expression creased in a more troubled frown, his eyes shifting towards draxor
“your presence is… interfering”

Unknown to draxor, in the outside world, his body was twitching, rising awkwardly, sluggishly, eyes rolling and flicking.

((more still coming))

[Virion]

“I am borrowing your shell” informed Virion affirmatively, the man looking confused.
“Um… ok? I’m not quite sure what you me-..eee…“ Draxor found himself blanketed in oblivion, the slowly dissolving smudge that was once Virion’s form growing and enveloping him, dark twirls reaching out and encasing him, drawing him into a deep, dreamless sleep.

This experience was just as new to Virion as it was to the half-saiyan. He was use to operating alone within his own mind, or sometimes reaching out to clones or on rare occasions other infected, but never had he gone as far as this, never had he pushed the elvelope so far as to attempt taking control as he was. He took note of the effects of his actions, like a scientist documenting the procedure of their experiment in ridged adherence to the conventions of formality. He paused, careful not to destroy the delicate wisp that was Draxors consciousness, aware that he appeared to have smothered it in his attempts to gain greater control, though stopped short of permanent damage.

Noted, I must watch my presence, should I overwhelm their system too thoroughly I could well crush their mind, or worse ensnare my own consciousness within their form... Escape after such a misstep would undoubtedly involve destroying the shell… That would be wasteful.

He drew Draxor’s consciousness to the side, out of the way within this realm of metaphysical space.
“Now, lets try this again shall we”

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Draxor’s body rose up, pink eyes opening and beholding the world around him. It was incredible unusual to Virion, it’s senses so dull and unresponsive in comparison to his own, the body squishy and awkward to control.

Alone as he was, Virion spent a good three quarters of an hour simply practicing his control, getting use to how this body operated. Even simple things such as he it utilised ki were different, and although his bio-essence did allow a limited sense of familiarity it was still a somewhat jarring experience.
Ultimately however, Virion’s ability to change the shape of his own body gave him an advantage, as he was use to adapting. The lack of tail for instance, the absence of horns, the way this muscles operating in comparison to his own physiology.

At last virion began to travel, reflecting upon the memories of this body while utilising instant transmission to dart around to any locations of interest. First up h found himself in crater forest, and the surrounding towns which had been abandoned by the infected. It seemed that Draxor had been searching for the other infected as well, with little luck, this however was not what Virion was interested in. Even with this man’s dulled senses acting as his looking glass he could sense the others through the bio-link. They were few but they were definitely here.

No, what interested Virion was a memory Draxor had, the event Virion was interested in. The boy had sensed the battle between suki and boliko, the clash of energies and the devastating attack which had obliterated both infected and non-infected alike, causing the vast re-landscapinging seen here. It was not so long ago that Virion was here himself, he could appreciate the scale of such a change.

Virion froze as he drew a new memory up before him, something draxor had considered unimportant asides from it's immediate effects on himself, but whose value to Virion was much greater. Geurin’s broadcast. It alone provided more information than all of Virions previous findings.

Gurin as leader of this world, a super-saiyan other than boliko, the battle on earth… All these and more began to fall into place as Virion analysed the fuzzy recollection of what had been shown. He began to theorise, thinking through what each clue could mean.

Gurin had betrayed suki, earlier than expected… That couldn’t have anything to do with me could it? Could my actions on this worlds lookout have caused the acceleration of gurin’s rise to the position of kami?
Virion had been wrong back during the meeting, not knowing that he had been sent back in time he had mistakenly identified the guardian as gurin. In truth he now suspected that the namekian, with his gurin-like energy signature and appearance, must have been a fission of the original man, or perhaps even the father. Ultimately in Virion’s time the two would fuse to become guardian of earth, explaining their great strength… but somehow this event had occurred much sooner than documented.

Furthermore, it appeared that Boliko had not battled with Touketsuki on Earth as originally assumed. A super saiyan did take up the fight, but even with the limitations of this memory Virion could see that it was not the saiyan king being depicted…
Could it be that the records had been false, or was it simply another shift in known history. He would have to search further.

[Virion]

He abandoned Draxor’s form, the man passing out where he stood as Virion absent-mindedly drew the half-saiyan’s sleeping consciousness back into his body. This was as much a practicing of his technique as it was a reconnaissance mission, though ultimately he had to admit that in truth it was now merely a form of procrastination. His curiosities had indeed been perked by this strange, unknown super saiyan, but his ultimate goal for this interlude had already been met, he had learned of what happened on earth to the level he was concerned with. Perhaps the super saiyan shown was Rensou Huren, the Immortal Man and God-Slayer, the one who in Virion’s timeline had ascended to the Solar Empire’s throne after defeating the Berserker King, as legend goes clawing his way back from hell itself to claim the throne… though whether he was brought back through the hands of a kai or whether he simply survived his supposed ‘death’ and recovered in secret was ultimately unknown.

Finding a new ‘host’, his mind came into connection with a human. Her name was Kari, and she was one of the very many Virion had infected during his stint in Mount Paozu.
“Ah… dear sister” Came his voice, sparks of recognition shotting through the girl and she turned, trying to find where he was
“Virion?” he spoke quietly, evidently trying to remain quite. Around her other infected slept, the small remains of the ground, travel-worn and looking a little worse for wear, but otherwise alright.

Just as with draxor Virion drew her into the mental realm. Already he had begun the process of taking control;
“Yes” He answered simply, though the human could now see for herself ‘where’ he was, metaphysically standing right before her. Kari looked up towards him and without hesitation began asking questions, the entire exchange inciting a sense of de ja vu within the bio-android.
“Where have you been… they’re… they’re all dead… I-” intense waves of heartache and sadness swepted through the landscape of this incorporeal place, manifesting Kari’s own emotions, memories flashing up of the many people she knew to now be dead. Outside in the real world, small tears had begun to form in her closed eyes
“I know” Virion replied with a simple croak, not even the slightest hint of emotion in his voice. Just as before he was expanding, dissolving and taking hold. He enveloped the projection of Kari’s consciousness before she could elaborate further, and just as last time it was delivered into a deep, dreamless sleep, giving him control.

The young woman’s body had a few differences to that of Draxor’s, but ultimately the physiology was quite similar, the shift from half-saiyan to human much less of a jump then Virion had experienced transitioning from bio-android to half-saiyan.

The possessed shell floated away from the group of infected. It was night time within the small camp around this isolated cabin, and many were asleep, those few who were awake had gotten use to Kari’s wandering and thought little of her unannounced departure.

As Virion lifted into the air the briefest of sparks caught his attention, out over the distant mountains, not a literal spark, but something which caught his senses. It was now that he realised kari had been vaguely aware of such ‘sparks’ too, keeping her awake. There was no way to be sure what it was, and yet something about it nagged at Virion’s consciousness. He brushed it aside at first, intent on pursuing the kami.

The chances that the super saiyan was still here were very low, added to which both Boliko and Touket suki would be long gone, but he knew for a fact that Gurin would be here on this planet, after his announcement it was clear that the man had settled in as both it’s kami and ruler, instating laws as he saw fit in his efforts to ensure the planets wellbeing as any guardian would.

And yet as Virion continued to move the ‘spark’ came yet again, and this time the nagging grew stronger. Someone was training perhaps, or fighting, doing their best to conceal their energy, and certainly succeeding to an extent, and yet despite these efforts it soon became clear to the insecoid's calculating mind that, whoever it was, they dealing with an enormous amount of energy. The signature died out quickly, only those with very finely attuned senses able to feel it, and only by chance was Virion close enough to even happen to sense it, but the more it continued the more inescapable his realisation became.

[Virion]

Eyes wide, staring intensely in the direction this energy came from, the girl seemed frozen on the stop, simply floating there. A closer look would reveal a sense of intense concentration or thought, as if a series of cogs were ratting into place within the girls head, her featuring taking on a slightly predatory edge.

“Interesting…” came the voice in a measured tone, seeming slightly unfitting of her appearance. In a flash the girl was gone, instant transmission having drawn her form out over the peaks she observed with such fervour, a technique which kari couldn’t possibly know but which the bio-android utilising her body knew well.

The sudden effect the chill had on this host body was stinging. It was fortunate that she was wearing a ragged jacket, cold as it was in their little camp, but even so it did not do much to fight off the intensity of the chill at this location. Even had she not been wearing it however, Virion would not have let that stop him. As far as discomfort went Virion was well attuned to pushing it’s nagging from his mind.

He was in the far north, in the lands of the frozen tundra. Before him a glow once more grew into a kind of fierce intensity, lighting up the desolate ice planes. It was a golden aura, emanating from the man who sat braving the elements, training against imaginary foes perhaps.

Virion, or perhaps ‘Kari’ would be more accurate, slowly floated down towards the icey ground. The man’s exercises were slowly brining him closer, but rather than hide Virion decided to stay as he was, watching unabashedly. After all, the bio-android himself was entirely safe from harm.

As he looked now it became no wonder why the signs had been nagging at him, it was an energy he should consciously have recognised the moment he had first become aware of it.
The saiyan drew in closer, and it seemed entirely likely that if was wasn’t aware already, then he would quickly realise he now had company. If they were continuing their previous pattern, then Virion fully suspected that they would power down now… was it simply their training method? Or perhaps a way of avoiding detection? Virion’s concentration had shifted during the intervening moments, drawn inward, his mind yet again calculating and analysing;

So, the Super Saiyan from Gurin’s broadcast still remains on earth after all…

From the outside however all the saiyan wold now see was a pretty, slightly ragged young woman, her pink-eyed gaze out of focus yet still directed towards where Nam had been floating moments before, as if day-dreaming or perhaps entranced by his golden-haired display, her eyes marking the only unusual thing about her as long as the fangs in her mouth weren’t made obvious, the cold conditions doing well to mask the slight paleness to her skin.

((just to clarify, incase you don't know and it somehow proves informative, kari = wodresurrection.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=viewprofile&user=kari

and yes, now you're up for posting, this old wind-bag is finally done with his 'set up' XD))

[Nam Reikonaga]

The Frozen Tundra lived up to its name. The breath condensed immediately after leaving the mouth and taking visible form. For miles there was nothing but snow and frost heaves while this golden warrior trained on his lonesome. Not a single trace of energy was shot through his limbs, he was training to both, get used to his super saiyan transformation and become less dependent on energy attacks. His kicks blurred at the imaginative enemies lunging at him from every corner, but he purged each and every one of them with swiftly and timely strikes; taking out the closest by order. Each move was precise and led straight to the other without making unnecessary actions.

Suddenly, he stopped, completely immobile and eerily quiet. Steam curled up from his shoulders, soon brushed away by the cool breeze that would’ve given frostbite to any ordinary person. But Nam’s heightened state gave warmth to his body –no, his body was the source of that very warmth that protected him. His senses were augmented, his reflexes sharper; and of course, this meant there was no way he hadn’t noticed the young girl watching him for over half an hour now. He had ignored her presence, thinking she’d eventually leave, but she hasn’t.

His gazed back of the woman from the peripherals of his eyes, his was back turned. The first thing he noticed was those pink eyes and that blank stare –as if she wasn’t looking at him at all. He turned, hoping he didn’t frighten the woman and slowly approached, descending down five feet away on the snow. He didn’t speak, he didn’t react, he just stared with his teal eyes and waited for her to say something.

[Virion]

((lol, half an hour eh))

So, the fact he is still here indicates they are not allied with the Solar Empire, and their conflict with Touketsuki tells me that they are not part of the World Trade Organisation... a rogue saiyan out to spite Boliko's efforts? One of the previous namekian guardian's warriors? Well, let us see if we can't find out...

Kari seemed to come to as he approached, her gaze shifting from the saiyan's, over her own body, then back towards Nam with the slightest of smiles.

"Tell me super saiyan, what is your... name" She had broken off mid sentence, her voice growing troubled as she spoke the last word, looking down with an almost accusatory frown at her own arm. If he was paying attention he might also have noticed the fangs in her mouth as she spoke.

Ice was forming on her jacket, and lashing at her hands and face, forming crystals in her hair, she was beginning to shiver, her extremities such as her nose, cheeks, fingers, etc. reddening under the cold and it seemed somehow that she was only really noticing this for herself now.
"The cold appears to be taking effect quite quickly..." the girl murmured under her icey breath.

The air was pushing forward from the super saiyans aura, the warmth in it's radiant glow, though it did not reach far as the gently blowing icey winds drew it off into the distance. The saiyan seemed guarded, and had not been the one to break the silence. This did tell Virion a little bit about what sort of character he was dealing with, and although not personally concerned, it seemed almost by instinct that he was ready to teleport away at the onset of any sudden movements, to react in a split second to try avoid any attacks.

The question now was, would this legend of a brutal warrior race seek to kill this intruder, or oblige the mysterious young ladies conversation? Virion had his suspicions, but the next few moments would tell if he was right.

[Nam Reikonaga]

The woman suddenly changed in vicissitude to Nam’s presence. She seemed to vivify as her gaze seemed to have endued with life. Her pink stare was an object of virtu. Her body began to shiver as condensed air left her lungs. Nam wasn’t surprised that she had known about the ‘super saiyan’, Geurin made sure everyone knew about it and he could feel that this woman knew exactly with whom she was speaking to. The only thing the public didn’t know about the allegedly dark and ominous saiyan was the name which went along with the face. He thought about three times before answering, but he felt like Geurin knew exactly where he was even if there was no way of tracing him. He didn’t know how, but he had a gut feeling.

“It is rather cold,” he finally replied. His teal eyes dropped down, observing her clothing. She had a jacket, but it didn’t seem like something capable of standing up to this temperature on its own. In fact, the proof was already there, in her hair and arms. If she wasn’t careful, she could get frostnip –or even frostbite! “Why are you out here in this cold?” he asked. He smiled as his golden aura started flaring and battling the cool breeze for domination. Soon, the warmth of his energy would engulf both of them.

[Virion]

The saiyans response seemed friendly, at least for now, as the man smiled and moved in, the warmth coming from his body pushing back at the surrounding chill.

It was a far cry from the general reception the bio-android experienced in his own form.

Virion thought quickly, formulating a response based on a few sly guesses.

"Been driven a little further north then I anticipated, that much is sure. It's not easy being a foreigner under this.... new regime." the girl was of course referring to Geurin's new rule, subtly hinting that she too was an alien, just like the saiyan.

Funnily enough it was very true in a way... Virion's best lies always seemed to stem from telling the truth. Given the features of an infected it shouldn't be too hard to convince the man that he was talking with a fellow alien, though he allowed the conversation to roll along a bit first;

"At any rate I could ask you the same question. I saw that broadcast just like everyone else... What possible reason could someone as strong as you have for hiding away?"
The girl had put her arms around her body, still shivering, though the air was slowly warming as she took two steps closer
"My name is Kari" she pointed towards her face and with a cute little smile, her fangs becoming clearly visible along with her usually coloured eyes
"As you can probably tell I'm not from around here... Just like you, wouldn't you say?"

[Nam Reikonaga]

Nam’s eyes squint curiously at the affable woman. She was quite aberrant. He couldn’t help but speculate whether she truly was an alien, she seemed quite human to him, if you didn’t mind the pink eyes and somewhat pale visage. But it was normal for people to look pale in a place as cold as the Frozen Tundra. The sun only rose every certain days of the month at this part of the planet, the people’s skin can’t produce that liquid which gives them that darker tone to protect from the excess light.

Her teeth shined a grin and he then saw the abnormally long canines. He was still quite skeptical, but he had no reason for not trusting the woman. “I see,” he stated, confirming and acknowledging that she probably wasn’t human. He gazed to the side, not really looking at anything in particular.

“If I’m hiding, it’s because my opponent is even stronger.” He admitted. His illuminating hands clenched tightly. “It wouldn’t solve anything anyway. The world sees me as an enemy; defeating Geurin wouldn’t change a thing. First, I need to expose him for what he is…”

“What about you?” he asked, still looking away, observing random objects to pass the time and entertain himself, pretending he was watching out for something or undergoing some kind of serious and sophisticated thought process. Just standing there and looking at a stranger as they spoke loosely and freely about somewhat touchy matters was a bit awkward. He needed to rub off the awkwardness by somehow delaying his attention to something else as he spoke. His eyes were tempted to look at her out of habit and good manners, but he’d quickly divert them back to that frost heave in the distance.

Why did he speak though? He could just disappear and never see the woman again or simply not answer and avoid getting snitched or something. But instead he stuck around and engaged the conversation for some reason. Perhaps he needed someone to hear his side of the story? Maybe he thought that this person could spread the lies and accusations plagued upon him and soon become purified in the eyes of the public. Or maybe, concluding that this woman couldn’t do anything to harm him, he wished to speak with someone for a change. Who was the last person he spoke with? How long has it been?

His lips quivered slightly. He was deciding whether to continue speaking or not. What to ask, what to reveal, should he be doing this? But at last, he accedes to his instincts; he spoke, continuing his previous question. “–Something tells me you’re not very fond of Geurin yourself.”

[Virion]

((lol, i see you're busting out the fancy language ))

“If I’m hiding, it’s because my opponent is even stronger.” Still guarded in his responses... such cautions weren't unexpected given the man's apparent circumstances, though he seemed willing to talk, whatever violent desires lurked within his saiyan dna were evidently taken under wraps.
“It wouldn’t solve anything anyway. The world sees me as an enemy; defeating Geurin wouldn’t change a thing. First, I need to expose him for what he is…”

The man must have some attachment to this world. Perhaps he was a refugee, an outcast from vegeta? and where did he fit into the events of Virion's own timeline? he had been the one to fight touketsuki... was it possible that in Virion's timeline his death had come before this point? Perhaps he died later on in that timeline, his legend never reaching the public. Surely he would have been in the records had such an announcement have been made in the bio-android's original timestream...


“What about you?”
the saiyan seemed to awkwardly shift his gaze as he asked, busying himself with distant observation. Shyness perhaps? Was the super saiyan nervous in the company of a female? Virion knew it to be a common grievance among some males, though it may equally be a mere sign of distrust, perhaps monitoring the surroundings for signs of a trap. He seemed to be drawn between his desires to both trust and mistrust. From the way he spoke, and even the character of his energy, Virion was beginning to peace together what sort of man this super saiyan was.
Kari had taken another step forward, the radiant saiyan standing taller than her more petite, still shivering figure. Standing face to face as they now were the warmth seemed to begin melting the ice in her hair as she looked up into his features

“–Something tells me you’re not very fond of Geurin yourself.” he finally continued, seeming for the moment at least to continue their chat in the warming Arctic air.

After but a moment Virion decided on his response, his mind working quickly, yet again going for a slanted truth.
"Well I would say that last I saw him myself he actually seemed like quite an agreeable individual, certainly a very... obliging guardian" Kari was smiling slightly at this, looking directly at the man even if he wasn't looking at her, reading him, though in secret ofcourse
"but apparently that was.... someone else."
She chuckled slightly, (though their was something slightly oiley about the sound), addressing his point more directly
"I'd say your assessment is accurate. Should Gurin die tomorrow I make no pretences that I'd mourn his passing. His laws also seem somewhat hypocritical, wouldn't you say? and by extension the prejudice among the human population also seems a little foolish, when you take that into consideration."
Her eyes squinted slightly, and it seemed as though for a moment she was in deep thought, her eyes growing momentarily distant. After a moment her features seemed to soften, and her stand subtlety grew more playful,
" They didn't even hear your side of the story before making their judgements, guilty until proven innocent it seems. I'm not here to judge you like that saiyan... though addressing you by race alone does have an accusatory sound to it, doesn't it?"

The girl slowly seemed to be easing in, her personality seeping to the surface as she appeared to grow more friendly and relaxed in his presence, or so it would naturally appear to any observer. In truth, Virion had just assumed the role mask at a deeper level, taking that momentary pause from before to access Kari's mind and more naturally fit her personality and mannerisms... A side to the girl which sadly had not been seen ever since the tragedy at mount paozu, though the saiyan would never know that of course.

[Nam Reikonaga]

(They’re just the vocabulary words I got from Language Arts class. I try to use them so I can learn them. xP)

Nam acquiesced. Even he had probably joined Geurin. His ideals were ‘pure’ to an extent, on the outside of things. But, besides the fact that he had started this war and not the aliens, he knew the inner and true objectives of this ominous being. He heard Tenshu’s stories of his past, he knew it all. Because of this, because Geurin was the villain in disguise, because he was the person to attack and not them, he and Nam were now on opposite ends. Perhaps, if Nam had never known, if Tenshu hadn’t told him and if Geurin hadn’t deceived him –perhaps, Nam would be working side by side with Zach and the planet’s new reign.

Unfortunately, it was not the case. If outsiders attacked earth, Nam would defend it –but if they attacked Geurin, he’d join them. It was all about perspective.

The woman had gotten closer and Nam started getting nervous. His body was nearly abutted against his from their standing but she stopped and looked at him. Nam kept looking away, but then he succumbed and returned the gaze to her pink eyes.

"They didn't even hear your side of the story before making their judgements, guilty until proven innocent it seems.” She said, “I'm not here to judge you like that saiyan... though addressing you by race alone does have an accusatory sound to it, doesn't it?"

“Thank you,” he replied, smiling and dropping his gaze to the ground. Their feet were partially buried into the melting snow. “I guess you do deserve a name… -it’s Nam.”

A few moments of silence fell upon their conversation when Nam glanced back up to Kari’s face and commented on her previous statement. “There’s nothing to judge, really.” He said. “Weird things without explanations have been occurring in the world; Central City’s destruction, meteor shower in Satan, the explosion at Mount Paozu… then Geurin came along and revealed the truth to them, but he twisted it and as ignorant civilians they have no choice but to believe him. The saiyan’s reputation helped make it that much more convincing, and that last footage of my fight with Touketsuki Yakedo sold it.”

Nam flinched. He had said too much, this woman most certainly didn’t know about Touketsuki, now would come infinite questions and he’d probably have to retell the entire story. But… maybe it’d be a good thing? How can he clear his name if the truth is hidden?

[Virion]

The saiyan had finally given his name;

Nam... still unfamiliar. A fake name?... no, there were certainly no records of this super saiyan in my memory banks. Was the information lost in my regressions? Or has gurin's early betrayal brought about this saiyans ascension somehow, where as the events of the previous timeline, one where the prior guardian still reigned over earth and gurin continued to serve touketsuki, did not allow it to occur. Ultimately there is no way to be sure.

Kari appeared to listen as the saiyan spoke further, her own features earnest and agreeable “Weird things without explanations have been occurring in the world; Central City’s destruction, meteor shower in Satan, the explosion at Mount Paozu… then Geurin came along and revealed the truth to them, but he twisted it and as ignorant civilians they have no choice but to believe him. The saiyan’s reputation helped make it that much more convincing, and that last footage of my fight with Touketsuki Yakedo sold it.”
he seem to jerk himself up short at the point, perhaps still anxious about sharing. Kari simply continued to smile
"I have an ear, you have a voice... You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but I'm certainly willing to listen if you feel like telling your side of the story... "
Her smile grew impish and cheeky, cutely diabolical thanks it part to the accentuating fangs
"though who knows if you can trust me Nam? Maybe I'm just tricking you, so I can exploit your warmth for a little longer" The girl chuckled.
It was strange assuming the role of kari like this, filtering his thoughts and actions through the lense of her persona and allowing them to shape his response. He did have to be careful however, to shut away certain aspects of her psyche that would interfere. Her mind within the bio-link was still wrapped in the threads of oblivion, Virion had his actions pushing this thought-projection of her mind back up to the end of conciousness.

As for the matter at hand, it seemed unlikely that the saiyan would reveal much of use that Virion had not already managed to piece together, analytical mind as his was, but perhaps there would be something to the saiyans words, and further confirmation was certainly a step towards the due diligence Virion had been seeking to pay this matter.

The friendly young Kari waited patiently, still grinning, her hands rubbing together and gently beginning to stretch forward, unobtrusively, towards the warming glow of Nam's aura, as if he were a camp fire. Her fingers were still a little blue from the cold and two drips coming from the melted slow on the fringe of her hair.

[Nam Reikonaga]

(Sorry for somewhat crappy post xP I’m just not feelin the muse.)

Nam chuckled, slightly blushing from such a near standing point. She was a woman after all and having her so close felt kind of weird. Regardless, she had a point. Should he tell her? What was ‘Nam’s side of the story’ though? His fight against Touketsuki Yakedo? Joining Kami’s league of protectorates and vigilantes? His mother’s death? The more he thought about it, the more it seemed irrelevant to tell her. Except…

“Geurin wasn’t always like this.” He stated, looking away as he reminisced in the past. He had decided to tell her. What could he possibly lose from doing so? He turned, signaling the woman to follow behind as they walked. “I know it may be hard to believe, but he used to be split into two entities: Tenshu and Gurin. Tenshu was the earth’s guardian, or Kami, and I trained under him to protect this planet from threats. Gurin was his evil half, who served an evil tyrant called Touketsuki Yakedo; a being with amazing power who threatened the existence of our planet and thrived to rule over everything.”

He realized how farfetched this all was. He kept trying to convince himself to stop, she wouldn’t understand. But he felt she would somehow. He sat on an elevated lump of snow, assuming she’d join him to rest. He looked at the sky as he continued. “My master, Tenshu, had told me about his past –and I foolishly urged him to rejoin with his other half in order to fend off Touketsuki. But when it happened, he became Geurin. The scene you witnessed in the broadcast wasn’t me destroying Mount Paozu –it was me fighting Touketsuki. He just made it out to be that way…”

[Virion]

They talked. Although Virion learned of the events from that day, and a bit more of the saiyans past, it was largely irrelevant. He attempted to guide conversation towards information he would find more useful, but even then it was not more than facts of mere trivial interest.

Virion's patience began to thin as the details grew more and more irrelevant, and soon his mind was wandering. He continued the guise of a caring and sympathetic young lady on the outside, but inside he had returned to his own musing, his own lusting for the power he sought to return.

Ozikai's strength had served him well. He looked at nam, his gaze growing more predatory, the instincts of his body further driving him. Here he was, sitting right before a super saiyan, an enormous source of power which could fuel his growth tremendously. A wicked smile began to curl onto his features, and as the now unsuspecting man continued to speak of his feelings or sense of honour.

Virion gently stood, the man was looking of to the horizon, a contemplative distance in his gaze. He wouldn't suspect much, sitting as they were in the snow the young girl had stood a few times to brush off water from the melting snow from her clothes.

Her energy gently began to flow, right hand raising, claw like, while the left hand reached the man's shoulder sympathetically.
"You need not worry about any of those concerns any more, Nam Reikonaga"
Her energy suddenly flared into full bio-resonance, the palm lashing forward to strike towards the man's back. No doubt the super saiyan would react quickly, but by then it would all be too late. Virion would already have him.

((have him? whats going on! ))