05-25-2006, 10:48 PM
Now changing into a run as he took in his new surroundings, he was disappointed at the unappealing flora, and the lack of native fauna on the planet. It was unappealing to him, with a few standard earthly trees planted along the plains. The only sounds he heard were his feet hitting the ground as he jogged, and the sound of his duffle bag, now slung over his shoulder, smacking his arm.
Taking a look in the bag for the second time, he took a moment to actually see what he had. Looking into it, he saw what he had heard called bread on Earth. Sniffing it, he felt it unnecessary for his survival. Namekians don't need to eat.
He also found a bottle of water. Smiling, he knew he would need to drink, and keep himself well replenished if he was to survive. Shuffling the water beside the bread, he noticed two things that he knew were meant for navigation; a map and a compass...Neither of which was he acquainted with, so they were deemed useless and shuffled to the side.
Something caught his attention, but his attention was taken directly from him as he felt a skinny but long object. He felt it quite painfully, as he walked directly into it, it made a crunching noise but didn't give any quarter, causing him to rebound off and hit the ground with a soft thud.
"Damn it, what was..." He asked quietly and semi-calmly, stopping his sentence as he saw what it was he hit.
A tree, directly from the soil of Namek. Normally, this wouldn't bother a typical person, but he had many repressed memories...
An execution was about to happen, and Piccolo Daimoun knew he was about to be the body to hang from the tree. Being pushed forward by someone behind him, he heard Charangos? voice, too clearly for the situation, "Forward Daimoun, your time is now."
Containing his rage, he didn't know how much longer he could hold himself down, and something was coming up through him. Dropping to his knees, he couldn't contain the horrible anger, and a tantrum was about to ensue...
"No!" He bellowed as hard as the breath in his lungs could be forced out. Something was happening within his head, a piece of him that had been long buried was surfacing...One that had been contained for too long.
"Too long to stay down," A new voice spook, one that wasn't quite Daimoun's. He still had his old memories, but he had the ancient ones...The ones that were actually his, not someone that was just looking through his eyes...
"Charango, I will find you, but I have to deal with this infernal body first..." Was what the new entity spoke, well aware that he didn't have the power to become a Super Namekian anymore, like his brother. Something like that would have to be relearned.
He remembered the people that looked up to him, and smiled darkly, "Now, how long will I keep these people strung along?"
Time would only tell.
(Ooc: Daimoun has changed, for the time being.)
Taking a look in the bag for the second time, he took a moment to actually see what he had. Looking into it, he saw what he had heard called bread on Earth. Sniffing it, he felt it unnecessary for his survival. Namekians don't need to eat.
He also found a bottle of water. Smiling, he knew he would need to drink, and keep himself well replenished if he was to survive. Shuffling the water beside the bread, he noticed two things that he knew were meant for navigation; a map and a compass...Neither of which was he acquainted with, so they were deemed useless and shuffled to the side.
Something caught his attention, but his attention was taken directly from him as he felt a skinny but long object. He felt it quite painfully, as he walked directly into it, it made a crunching noise but didn't give any quarter, causing him to rebound off and hit the ground with a soft thud.
"Damn it, what was..." He asked quietly and semi-calmly, stopping his sentence as he saw what it was he hit.
A tree, directly from the soil of Namek. Normally, this wouldn't bother a typical person, but he had many repressed memories...
An execution was about to happen, and Piccolo Daimoun knew he was about to be the body to hang from the tree. Being pushed forward by someone behind him, he heard Charangos? voice, too clearly for the situation, "Forward Daimoun, your time is now."
Containing his rage, he didn't know how much longer he could hold himself down, and something was coming up through him. Dropping to his knees, he couldn't contain the horrible anger, and a tantrum was about to ensue...
"No!" He bellowed as hard as the breath in his lungs could be forced out. Something was happening within his head, a piece of him that had been long buried was surfacing...One that had been contained for too long.
"Too long to stay down," A new voice spook, one that wasn't quite Daimoun's. He still had his old memories, but he had the ancient ones...The ones that were actually his, not someone that was just looking through his eyes...
"Charango, I will find you, but I have to deal with this infernal body first..." Was what the new entity spoke, well aware that he didn't have the power to become a Super Namekian anymore, like his brother. Something like that would have to be relearned.
He remembered the people that looked up to him, and smiled darkly, "Now, how long will I keep these people strung along?"
Time would only tell.
(Ooc: Daimoun has changed, for the time being.)