Mysteries of the Forest(Mori/open)

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Looking at the kid that had follow them and Mori interact, they seemed to be on a similar wavelength with each other. That was good he supposed, it meant that there was another friend for Mori. Plus it might keep the pink guy out of trouble, give him someone to hang out with. Mori was getting something for their injuries as well, he would hate to see anything happen to him. Applying the salve, he let the thing do its job, while he continued to read about what exactly was going on.

Listening to what Mori said about the book, Yuumaru continued to look through it carefully. The steps described sounded strange to him, possibly because it had something to do with magic. Yuu was usually not one for that, but if he could get some kind of insight it would help. When he got to the last part, he paused in his reading to look up at Mori for a moment. If he was reading this right, then things should be a lot different than they were. Was this all just a trap to lure them into letting their guards down then or was there something else to all this?

Sighing softly, he really didn't want to accuse the pink kid of being corrupt or whatnot. Turning his attention to the other Saiyan though, he raised an eyebrow as he was thanked. "I don't need thanks for that. I do what I believe is the right thing to do in any situation, and letting innocents get hurt was not an option," it went against his very being to let anyone that was innocent suffer or die. That was why he was fighting against the corrupt government in the first place.

"Mori, did your father have any other research books?" he asked, wanting to see if he could get to the bottom of all this.

[seraphim]

"uh... thanks." Seraph said as he was thrown the paste. Immediately he spread it over his broken arm and his various wounds, amazed at how quickly it worked. He felt its healing power penetrate deep into his flesh and bones, correcting anything that maybe wrong. It hurt at first as some parts of his broken arm were shattered. He felt every piece pulled back together. While it hurt at first, the paste was fast acting. In the end, he felt better than he did in a long time. He flexed his now healed arm, examining it, stretching it, testing it for any faults. There were none, which astonished Seraph.

"That's amazing..", he commented, with a look of surprise on his face. He soon turned his attention the insurrection leader. He shook his head in disagreement. "I may not be a full blooded saiyan, but i'm enough to know that the average saiyan would not do what you do. You deserve more thanks than you think." Seraph started, ripping off the tattered white shirt from the night before that kept his broken arm from moving much. As his arm was healed, he had no further use for it. "Sir, I know who you are, and what you do. I pay all of my debts in full and then some. Since you practically saved my life last night, don't you think I owe you my life?" Seraph's eyes looked over the the pink boy who helped him heal his arm. 'I guess I owe him an arm', he thought to himself with a smile.

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Looking through the books, he decided that it might not be a bad idea for him to take a few books to read over. If anything they could contain information to use against that grey majin from before, but he'd have to read through them all. This would likely take a long time, there was only one answer to this issue and he could only ask. "Mori, I would like to be able to come back here from time to time to read these research notes, is that alright? If so, I'll need to ask what would be needed for me to enter," he wrote down an address within the city where they could contact each other. With that, he took the tube of salve he'd gotten and put it in his pocket, maybe it would do some good for someone else. His injuries weren't severe enough to warrant the ointment for himself, he could do with a bit of rest or just stay in a rejuvenation chamber.

Then the other Saiyan spoke up about him deserving more thanks than he knew, and that most Saiyans wouldn't do what he did. "Most wouldn't, no. They still have plenty to lose if they tried to do what I am right now, because the elite don't care about who they step over. Their government corrupts them and turns them into twisted abominations of what a Saiyan should be," he stopped there though. It didn't make much difference either way, even if no one ever thanked him, he would continue to do what he knew was right. Then the kid said he knew who he was and what he did, following it up with a question of if he believed a life was owed.

"Honestly, I don't. I didn't save you because I wanted any sort repayment, I was just protecting the people there. I didn't even do that great of a job of it," which was true. If some of the others hadn't followed him, the entire place would have been destroyed by the blast launched. "A life isn't something you give away like that, I know more than anyone the importance of that," it was the same thing his old man had told him before as well. It was just a simple matter of him paying things forward. That wasn't really needed to be known though, so he would just remain quiet on that front.

"Anyways, I've got to get going, so let me know the situation Mori," he requested once more, before heading back out into the forest. The place was nowhere near as dangerous as it had been when he was growing up, but he wasn't the only one living in it either.

(Exit; Zeni please)

[Requies Artog]

Due to the nature of how everything is going with the participants in this thread, I will be closing this thread early.

Yuumaru: Zeni- 3468

Mori: Zeni- 1980

Seraph: Zeni- 768 Zeni

This thread is now closed.