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Dec 23, 2023 8:07:03 GMT -5

Post by Callion on Dec 23, 2023 8:07:03 GMT -5

In the desolate expanse of Break Wasteland, amidst the sprawling landscapes and jagged rock formations, a lone figure sat in deep meditation. His name was Callion, a Saiyan warrior monk whose existence was an interweaving tapestry of discipline, determination, and raw power. Cross-legged upon the rugged terrain, his presence seemed to blend with the very essence of the land, his aura a vibrant display of swirling energy, akin to a flame burning with an otherworldly intensity. The air crackled with anticipation, charged with the potent ki emanating from his form.

With closed eyes, Callion delved into the core of his being, channelling the ancient techniques of his lineage, honing his strengths, and seeking the tranquillity that resided within the depths of his soul. His meditation wasn't merely a passive state; it was an active communion with the universe, a harmonization of mind, body, and spirit.

Around him, the elements responded to his presence, the winds murmured in a harmonious chorus, and the earth itself seemed to vibrate in resonance with his burgeoning power. Yet, amid this display of force, there was a serene calmness that enveloped Callion, an aura of serenity amidst the tempestuous display of energy. As moments stretched into eternity, his ki surged and pulsed, weaving an intricate dance that mirrored the very fabric of existence. Callion was preparing, preparing for the inevitable confrontation with Artic, the Changeling whose malevolent intent had ravaged planets and threatened entire civilizations.

Deep within his meditation, visions flickered, fleeting glimpses of a looming darkness, the spectre of destruction that Artic promised to unleash. It was a reminder of the impending danger, a harbinger of the battle that awaited him.

But Callion remained steadfast. His resolve was an unbreakable fortress, fortified by years of training, discipline, and an unyielding determination to protect not just Earth, but the very essence of life itself. And as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden hue upon the wasteland, Callion emerged from his meditation. His eyes, once closed in introspection, now opened with a newfound clarity, a steely determination etched in their depths.

The time had come. The stage was set. With a resolute spirit and an unwavering resolve, Callion stood poised, his aura blazing like a beacon of hope amidst the encroaching darkness. The battle against Artic would soon begin, and he was ready to face the looming threat head-on, a warrior monk prepared to defend his world with every fibre of his being. Callion remained rooted in his stance, his aura continuing to surge and expand like an unyielding tide of energy. His ki, like a beacon, radiated outwards, not just a testament to his strength, but also a signal, a silent call to anyone or anything attuned to its frequency.

As his concentration deepened, the very fabric of the air seemed to shimmer around him. Threads of his ki wove into an intricate lattice, reaching out into the vast expanse, resonating with a frequency that transcended the physical realm. The energy pulsated, a rhythmic beat that echoed through the emptiness of Break Wasteland, echoing far beyond its confines. It was a deliberate gesture, a silent invitation extended to those who might be drawn to its remarkable intensity.

In the midst of this silent symphony of power, Callion's mind remained focused yet receptive. He sought not only to amplify his own strength but also to establish a connection, a channel through which communication could transcend the boundaries of mere words. He awaited a response, his senses attuned to the slightest shift in the environment. The winds whispered secrets, carrying echoes of distant realms, while the earth beneath him hummed in a symphony of energies yet untapped.

Minutes passed, then an hour, the passage of time a mere construct in his realm of heightened consciousness. And just when doubt began to flicker within, a faint resonance, barely perceptible, brushed against the edges of his perception. A tremor, subtle yet profound, coursed through the very essence of his being. It was a presence, an entity drawn by the sheer magnitude of his ki, converging toward his location with an almost palpable curiosity.

Callion's focus intensified, his ki pulsating in response to this unexpected visitor. His thoughts reached out, a silent invitation extended to this enigmatic entity, beckoning it to approach and reveal its nature amidst the vast expanse of Break Wasteland. The air crackled with anticipation, charged with an energy that transcended mere physicality. Callion stood, a solitary figure amid the wilderness, his aura a blazing testament to his unwavering resolve, ready to embrace whatever entity answered the call of his heightened ki.

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Dec 23, 2023 9:52:38 GMT -5

Post by Opherla on Dec 23, 2023 9:52:38 GMT -5

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Opherla was currently training in the Break Wasteland, not knowing that Callion had yet begun his meditative form of training, as she did happen to have the Saiyan monk on her mind... however, it wasn't in the good way of having him in her mind. Not only had Opherla not had a reciprocation of love she just poured out to the mam, who mind you, HAD TAKEN HER ON A DATE, then when she professed her love to him, didn't do ANYTHING with it! Just accepted it! No love back from himself! What a guy! Too bad he lost to a man who was much better in Opherla's eyes than he was, in Liek! And speaking of that, the young boy told her that Callion was part of the reason he lost himself ANOTHER time, when Callion threatened to ERASE HIS GRANDMOTHER! Like what kind of guy does that!? It infuriated Opherla to think about that, as she had made her training more intense unknowingly, as she had buried many Orgone Crystals into a mountain of the Break Wasteland, before they suddenly exploded, bringing the mountain down, as Opherla looked over and saw this, sweatdropping and having widened eyes as she looked at the destruction she just caused.

"I.... didn't mean to do that..." Opherla winced as she looked at the smoldering pile of rubble, as she sighed, sitting down and folding her arms as she had to keep her emotions in check. There was no reason to get angry right now, I mean, unless Callion was in the area, then she'd have a reason to not only be angry, but have a repeat of their first meeting, where Opherla tried out a new technique on him. Hah, wouldn't that be funny? Opherla thought so.

However, suddenly, she did feel a swell of power occupying the Wasteland, her eyes narrowed as she immediately focused on the power, praying it wasn't Arctic, having already come to end the Earth. Lo and behold, she didn't find Arctic.... but instead? The used to be red headed but now brown headed wolf girl who was training herself to master her Mastered Fury state found that the power level belonged to none other than the one she held most resentment for now among the people who were tasked to defend the Earth. The one who GAVE that task!

Callion.

Opherla could feel her blood boil as she rose up to the sky, looking around to find the man she was sensing, and lo and behold, she found him, sitting there and meditating away, the Saiyan monk who had caused Liek to lose himself once again in his demonic fury, as Opherla grit her teeth on instinct, wanting nothing more than to go over there and tear Callion a new one... but, Opherla digressed. Perhaps, he had a reason. Perhaps he had done it for some logical reason that Opherla just couldn't see. She needed to know just what the motivation behind it was. And normally, she would just go over and say "Hi" to the man...

But today, Opherla felt a little bit like a prankster, and she couldn't help but recall how comical it was when she watched Callion deal with her last skill she used on him. Today, he was going to get another one, and it was going to feel JUST as prickly as the first time Opherla used a technique against him. Spreading her arms, she formed quite the few amount of Orgone Crystals, as they seemed to be sharper than the average Orgone Crystal, as she smirked and sent them HURTLING at Callion! She didn't expect the monk to get hit by all of this attack, but she expected him to get hit by some of it. Even if Callion was dodging the sheer onslaught of sharpened crystals that buried into the ground where he once stood, they were already exploding and causing chain explosions of what Callion could guess was ki, but didn't truly FEEL like Ki as they erupted and kept following him where he dodged. However, the attack was far from done as Callion was soon greeted with a wide smiling face of Opherla, moments before she became what Callion could describe as a literal drill, with claw enhancements on it to make it look like a tornado heading for him, as Opherla WOULD slash through Callion, some Orgone Crystals behind her as they embedded into Callion, as Opherla landed, and they exploded behind her, as she held her smug smile as she felt the explosion go off, turning around to see the state of Callion.

Assuming the monk was fine, Opherla couldn't help but giggle some as she greeted him. "Salutations, Callion! I gotta say, testing my new techniques on you never gets old!" Opherla would laugh to start the conversation on a light hearted note. Treating Liek wrong was the only evil Opherla knew Callion had done. Yes, it would take some time for that evil to be wiped clean from his slate, even if he had a good reason behind it, but at the very least, Opherla couldn't treat Callion like he was Arctic. She knew that Callion had Earth's best interests in mind, no questioning that. But what she did need to know was if his reasoning for causing Liek to snap was a good cause, as she soon folded her arms to await Callion's response. Regardless of what it was, Opherla closed her eyes and sighed.

"Look, Callion. I came out here to get straight to a point, and I want you to be fully honest with me when you answer me. I know that sounds a bit odd, considering what you've done for Earth... but I just need to know." Opherla stated, as she opened her sharpened blue eyes to look at Callion, as Callion could feel the lunar energy pouring out of them, as if he was looking at the very moon itself. "Why did you make Liek snap into his darkest side? Why did you cause him to become what he fears the most?" Opherla asked with a genuine concern. "I know you've likely got a reason, but I need you to understand that Liek doesn't trust you now. Heck, I'm finding it hard to trust you anymore, given what I heard you did to try and tap into Liek's rage. He's just a kid, Callion. I know that sounds hypocritical coming from me, an eighteen year old, and I know that Liek is growing well, but... but why in the HELL did you do it!? WHY, CALLION!?" Opherla yelled at the last bit of her sentence, getting the message through to Callion that she and Liek perhaps shared a bond that was stronger than the one she showed to Callion. Perhaps the fact eas that the love Opherla had for Callion had been... replaced! By a love for Liek, by a compassion for the boy who was half Saiyan, half demon. Regardless of that fact, it seemed Opherla wanted answers to a serious question... it would be up to Callion if he gave her the answer.

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Last Edit: Dec 23, 2023 9:57:26 GMT -5 by Opherla

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Dec 23, 2023 10:17:54 GMT -5

Post by Callion on Dec 23, 2023 10:17:54 GMT -5

The onslaught of Opherla's intensified attack struck Callion with a force that reverberated through his entire being. Orgone Crystals embedded into his flesh, and the explosive chain reactions sent shockwaves of pain cascading through his body. Blood dripped from the wounds, staining the ground beneath him as he endured the assault without a flinch or a cry. As the final explosion echoed in the aftermath of Opherla's onslaught, Callion rose from the wreckage, his eyes bearing the weariness of sleepless nights. His once pristine gi was tattered, and the blood that adorned his skin spoke of the toll exacted by the relentless attack. Yet, he stood tall, the resolve in his gaze unbroken.

"What do you want?"

Callion's voice, usually measured and calm, carried an edge of annoyance and coldness that was unusual for him. His eyelids bore the marks of nights spent in contemplation, shadows cast by the burdens he carried. Opherla's laughter and cheerful greeting were met with an uncharacteristic silence from Callion. His eyes narrowed as he listened to her, his expression guarded. When she posed her question, the atmosphere grew heavier, charged with the weight of unspoken tensions.

"To bring out Liek's False Super Saiyan Form." The words were delivered with a solemnity that cut through the air like a blade. Callion's gaze, now focused and intense, met Opherla's as if seeking to convey the gravity of his intent.

"Liek possesses tremendous power, a potential that must be harnessed. The False Super Saiyan state is a catalyst, a crucible through which he can confront and transcend the darkness within. It was not done out of malice or without purpose. It was a choice made with the future of Earth in mind," Callion explained, his tone unwavering. The wind carried the scent of blood, a testament to the physical toll Callion endured. Yet, he remained resolute, confronting Opherla's inquiry with an unyielding determination. The Saiyan monk's actions, though controversial, were driven by a sense of duty and a vision for a future where Liek could harness his potential to protect the very planet that harbored them all.

Opherla could sense the conflict within Callion, the struggle of a warrior who bore the weight of his decisions. The truth behind his actions, now laid bare, beckoned her to understand the intricate tapestry of intentions that shaped Callion's seemingly enigmatic choices.

"The only way that the False Super Saiyan can be awakened is that a Saiyan, or in Liek's case, half Saiyan, is to undergo extreme anger and emotion. I did what had to be done in order for him to get stronger. I already apologized for what had to be done. But I will not apologize for what I had witnessed next."

Callion's voice held a firmness, a conviction rooted in the belief that his actions, though drastic, were necessary for Liek's growth. His gaze shifted momentarily to the blood trailing down his form, a visual testament to the sacrifices made in pursuit of what he deemed essential.

"Let me give you a warning. His literal demon side of him is completely out of control. Like an untrained and untamed Oozaru. In fact, I am honestly glad that I had to go to extreme matters. Picture this. Imagine if Liari were to push him over the edge like I had to? Or perhaps Artic, who I shall remind you is on Planet Vegeta right now, can pull a stunt that can cause him to snap, or maybe... just maybe somewhere down the line far into the future, someone does something that causes him to be enraged... What do you think the result will be to have an incredibly powerful individual like him and have zero control of his literal demon half..."

Callion's words carried a weight of foresight and concern for the precarious balance of power within Liek. His gaze bore into Opherla's, urging her to understand the gravity of the situation. The mention of potential triggers for Liek's untamed rage painted a stark picture of the dangers that loomed on the horizon. The bloodied wounds on Callion's body were a testament to the toll he was willing to endure to steer Liek away from the precipice of uncontrolled power. His actions, however controversial, were rooted in a desire to prepare Liek for the inevitable challenges that lay ahead, challenges that threatened not just their world but the very essence of the being Liek was becoming.

"If Liek doesn't want to talk to me anymore, that's fine," Callion acknowledged with a somber acceptance. The prospect of being estranged from Liek, of losing the chance to guide him, weighed heavily on Callion's heart. However, he understood that sometimes the path to growth and strength diverged from the one laid out by mentors.

"He can use his newfound anger to fuel his training to make himself stronger," Callion continued, acknowledging the potential within Liek to harness his emotions as a source of strength. The Saiyan monk believed in the transformative power of adversity, recognizing that sometimes, the most potent growth emerged from the depths of inner turmoil.

"And perhaps he'll be able to transform into a Super Saiyan. Something that calls in response to a need and not a desire. But it only gets harder from there."

Callion's words carried the weight of experience, an understanding that the path to becoming a Super Saiyan wasn't just about sheer power or raw emotion. It was about transcending oneself, about reaching a state of being where need, resolve, and purpose converged into a singular force. He spoke with a solemnity that bespoke the challenges Liek would inevitably face. The transformation into a Super Saiyan wasn't merely about tapping into anger; it demanded a profound awakening, a catalyst born from the crucible of necessity, a response to a dire need rather than a mere want.

Callion's gaze lingered on Opherla, a silent acknowledgment of the complexities that lay ahead for Liek. The path to unlocking his true potential wasn't a straightforward one, and the trials awaiting the young Saiyan-Demon hybrid would demand more than just strength—it would require resilience, purpose, and an unyielding resolve to confront the darkness within.

"I was amazed I even managed to get him angry. Turns out, it takes alot to make him angry. He reminds me too much of myself, and if he or YOU or anyone GENUINELY believed that I was going to ERASE his GRANDMOTHER from existence... Well I got nothing more to say."

Callion growled, taking a deep breathe in and sighed out... rubbing his face with one hand.

"How has he been? Has been training? Has he even started in getting his literal demon half under control? Or started to work on his False Super Saiyan form? And more importantly, how have you been?"

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Dec 23, 2023 10:54:53 GMT -5

Post by Opherla on Dec 23, 2023 10:54:53 GMT -5

The moment Callion began to speak, all of Opherla's anger subsided immediately... how long had Callion lost sleep for? Days? Weeks? MONTHS? He didn't even sound like himself, even after the fact of returning to his usual voice. Opherla couldn't help but look at Callion with a look of empathy as she heard him give the reasoming behind his actions. First, the beginning reason of it all. To bring Liek to become a False Super Saiyan. With that notion, Opherla understood that Callion's reasoning was already not a selfish or even an impulsive one. Callion wanted to further Liek and get him stronger, a common denominator between himself and Opherla. Opherla couldn't help but instantly regret the prank she pulled on Callion off the bat, having pelted him for no reason, as she immediately rubbed her arm in a sheepish manner. As he continued his explanation, Opherla could tell that he was fighting himself, as if he had wondered if he made the right choice... and Opherla couldn't help but have her ears droop and her tail sink more and more. There was no ill intentions behind Callion's words, and perhaps threatening Liek's grandmother... it wasn't a threat, but it was just a farce. To try and get Liek to unlock his new state of power. Opherla knew what Callion meant, yes, Liek had incredible potential! Opherla saw that! ...But her eyes only looked concerned at Callion, as she couldn't help but feel more and more remorse that she pelted him so harshly with her attacks.

Then Callion reached a truth Opherla already knew. Liek's demonic side was wild. Opherla knew that, all too well, from the moments leading up to this meeting with Callion. She had battled that demon of Liek, in many facets. Callion may have gotten it to tire out... but Opherla DEFEATED it. Beat it at its own game, intruding herself into it to make it bow to her and tell it that Liek WOULD become a user of the light, never of the darkness, as Opherla nodded in understanding as she heard Callion explain.

"Yes. I knew that already, Callion... I've faced it." Opherla declared as she looked at Callion, her tone portraying her remorse for her actions, and the empathy of seeing Callion in so much distress. "But I conquered it. No. He and I both conquered it, to unlock his False Super Saiyan state. He had achieved it, Callion. ...In his eyes it's no thanks to you, but... but in reality we do have you to thank for it. And I sincerely thank you for it. It means that Liek is now closer and closer to truly becoming that force you, and I, both know he can be." Opherla told Callion.

Callion warned Opherla about if Liari or Arctic had done that to him, what would have become of it. Opherla understood what Callion meant by that. To see Liek completely out of control, while he was on a level that Liari or Arctic couldn't match, that was a fear Opherla always had in the back of her mind, even after she and Liek had conquered that demon once. Opherla knew they would have to keep conquering it. Again. And again. And again. But Opherla would always be ready to combat it for the one she loved.

Opherla heard Callion talk about his acceptance that... Liek may not want to talk to him anymore. But he also expressed the fact he could use his anger against Callion to train, maybe even use it to reach the Super Saiyan level. Opherla believed that was a good thought, but she didn't want this dissonance to always be between Liek and Callion. Opherla couldn't even stay mad at Callion, at all. With every word she heard the tiredness in his voice, the dreariness of long sleepless nights, and the fact that he was wrestling with his emotions. Opherla couldn't help but emotionally sink deeper... she just attacked a man who was already going through enough. So much that he was absolutely suffering, and Opherla couldn't help but shed tears for Callion, only noticing when her cheeks became wet, as she blinked the tears away the best she could, as she looked at Callion and sighed.

"I'm sorry I believed that you would go to such lengths. I should have known better than that." Opherla told Callion. "Again, I thought more with my emotions than just with a neutral approach to how you might have been thinking. I'm sorry, Callion, I've failed again to reign in my own emotions..." Opherla apologized as she hung her head shamefully. "I was only playing a prank on you when I launched my technique, because I remember the last time I did it. You startled me, I reacted out of fear, and we shared a laugh afterwards... I thought, perhaps, you might be happy at least to see my growth... but... I... was wrong, I suppose." Opherla stated as she looked at Callion as he asked her how Liek and herself was doing, as she nodded.

"Liek has become a False Super Saiyan, as I said before. And he is very close to unlocking Super Saiyan, by my estimates." Opherla declared. "He unlocked False Super Saiyan after we beat his demon back together, me from the outside, and himself from the inside. He's training now more than ever, and he's even starting to catch up to me." Opherla explained to Callion, as she shook her head. "...I'm not going to bother telling you about myself. I'm more worried about you. How... how long have you been without sleep? How long has this plagued you? How long have you suffered for this?" Opherla asked Callion as her tears rolled again, as she coule only go up and hug Callion tightly, as she spoke words that she just now realized she should have asked, right after she pulled that stunt on Callion.

"How... how bad does it hurt...? How bad do you hurt right now, Callion... and is there any way I can help you?"

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Dec 23, 2023 17:54:22 GMT -5

Post by Callion on Dec 23, 2023 17:54:22 GMT -5

Callion's somber expression softened as Opherla spoke, her empathy evident in her eyes. He sensed the sincerity in her words, the regret for her earlier actions, and the understanding that blossomed within her. As she apologized and expressed her realization, Callion listened with a quiet appreciation for the depth of her introspection. The vulnerability in Callion's voice mirrored the exhaustion etched into his being, and that also included his physical appearance… His skin was MUCH paler than before, he looked as though he has not had a decent meal in weeks, and his clothes and skin were completely rugged and it was not just from the direct cause of the female hybrid’s attack. Opherla's empathy and remorse resonated within him, momentarily easing the tensions that weighed heavy on his shoulders.

Callion's response held a mixture of weariness and understanding. "It's not a failure, Opherla. Emotions are part of who we are. We learn from them, grow with them. I appreciate your honesty." Opherla shared Liek's progress, the triumph over his inner demon, and the journey toward the Super Saiyan transformation. Callion listened attentively, a glimmer of pride evident in his eyes. Despite the tumultuous start, the conversation seemed to be steering towards a more understanding atmosphere.

Then, Opherla's tone shifted, her concern for Callion surfacing as she asked about his well-being. Her tears and embrace spoke volumes, revealing a depth of empathy that touched Callion. But as she inquired about his suffering and offered help, a frown etched on Callion's face.

"I'll be fine. I died, remember? I've had worse than your attack."

His response was sharp, the stress, lack of sleep, and the weight of responsibility manifesting in his words. When Opherla tried to express her desire to help, Callion's patience seemed to snap. He growled, his voice carrying an edge of frustration.

"And I DON’T have TIME for your STUPID PRA-"

But he caught himself, reeling in his outburst. Callion closed his eyes, taking a deep breath to regain composure.

"Sorry... I don't have time nor appreciate your pranks. There's far too much at stake... As for sleep? I don't know... How long ago was my warning? Months? I've not slept in months ever since I fought against Liari on Planet Yardrat when I felt Artic's presence on Namek... Now he's on Vegeta, and we don't have much time." The weight of Callion's burden was palpable. The urgency in his voice spoke volumes about the imminent threat posed by Artic. The fatigue, the sacrifice, and the relentless pursuit of strength were etched on Callion's worn visage. In the face of an impending crisis, he grappled with the shadows of his past and the challenges that lay ahead.

The strain of sleepless nights finally took its toll on Callion. His body, pushed to the limits through rigorous training and the relentless pursuit of strength, began to betray him. With a staggering stumble, he dropped to a knee, the exhaustion evident in the slight tremor of his form. Gritting his teeth, Callion unleashed a punch that reverberated through the ground, causing a brief tremor before slowly pushing himself back up. His determination was palpable, an indomitable spirit refusing to succumb to the weight of fatigue.

"I... I have to keep going and get stronger..." His voice wavered slightly, a testament to the exhaustion gnawing at his core. The relentless drive to protect, to fortify himself against impending threats, was etched in his words. "I don't... I don't think I can keep on losing anymore people. You, Liek, Ayu, anyone... I do not care whether the planet and every single person hates my guts for the rest of my days. So long as everyone is safe, I do not care what happens to me."

His resolve, fueled by a desperation to protect, was unwavering. Callion's dedication to the safety of those he held dear overshadowed any personal sacrifices he was willing to make. The blood continued to pour from the impaled parts of his body as he pulled out the crystals from Opherla's attack, the pain a mere echo against the turmoil within him. His strength, both physical and emotional, was evident in the sheer determination that drove him forward. With every shard removed, with every drop of blood shed, Callion fortified his resolve to become an unyielding shield against the looming threats that encroached upon their world.

“So please. Keep going. Keep hating me. FOCUS THAT ANGER ON ME AND HATE ME! I-I…… I don’t know if my mind can even handle losing a single person… I can’t afford to lose people… I’ve already doomed Planet Vegeta…” Callion couldn’t help but chuckle, running his hands through his lion mane hair, turning his blood clot eyes with the heavy eyebags on his face, looking at her.

“Do you have parents Opherla? Are they safe?”

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Dec 23, 2023 18:44:13 GMT -5

Post by Opherla on Dec 23, 2023 18:44:13 GMT -5

"Do you have parents? Are they still alive?"

The question stopped Opherla dead in her thoughts of wanting to help Callion as she heard his words. Her parents... she had two sets of parents that she knew of. Her biological ones... they were still out there somewhere, but Opherla didn't know if they were dead or alive. All she knew was she felt a connection to somewhere beyond Earth... but where it was she didn't know. As for her adopted parents, Opherla didn't know if they were safe at all. They were still in West City, as far as she knew, but she didn't know how to go about finding them now.

"...My biological parents are beyond Earth... that's all I know about them, Callion. My mother and my father... they're out there in the universe... somewhere... I just don't know where." Opherla admitted. "And my adopted family who raised me... they're still in West City, so no, they're likely not safe... but I've left them behind so long ago I don't even know if they live in the same place anymore, or even if they're alive Callion." Opherla admitted to Callion, before she shook her head. "...But that's not the point I want to focus on. I want to focus on you. You haven't slept... in months, perhaps...?" Opherla gasped as she had widened eyes looking at Callion, before she placed her hand on his shoulder.

"....Then you need to sleep, Callion."

Opherla would soon hug Callion tightly, holding him close as she soon used her ki to start re-energizing him to where his body could use the ki to patch his wounds up from Opherla's attack, to at least restore the damage she did, before she soon let go once she was sure Callion didn't bleed out. She looked at Callion as tears streamed down her face.

"Sleep and a meal is the best thing you can do. I know because I was exactly where you are right now after South City." Opherla declared, as she shivered at the mempries coming back to her, looking instinctively towards South City as she said this. "...I still have nightmares, Callion. Of that day. When I was a young pup just truing to do good... and I was surrounded by so many big dogs in the fight... so many people who were ready to tear me up and spit me out... only the nightmares are much worse... and much more scarring too." Opherla declared as she looked up at Callion.

"But I've learned to go about eating and sleeping like a normal person now. Because I can't let that stop me, Callion. And you can't let this stop you. If you don't fight off this stress, all this other stuff that's trying to keep you from being properly nourished and properly rested, then what good will that do you if you can't fight Arctic at your best?" Opherla asked before she stepped forward, as the winds blew across her and Callion, the scent changing from blood to hope, as Opherla took in the smell with a deep breath, as she looked back at Callion.

"We can't lose hope. Hope is what's going to keep all of us going, Callion. If we don't have any hope left in us, then even the strongest of us are fighting a war for nothing." Opherla declared as she turned to Callion. "Yes, I get it. Planets are dying left and right on us. But we can't do anything about that now except for gather Earth's Dragon Balls once this is over to undo Arctic's damage. That's our best shot at making all the wrongs right, Callion. I know it sounds harsh... but looking back and seeing me worrying over every single soul in South City... I've come to realize that even when we do our best, life is cruel and heartless. We're going to see losses. Whether we want them or not. I saw many people die in South City, Callion. I still hear their screams."

Opherla turned to the Saiyan Monk, a firm resolve shown in her lunar blue eyes, as if the gentle rays of the moon were basking Callion with their light.

"It's what we choose to do with the loss that pushes us forward. That's why I turned my sorrow and my worry to motivation, instead of letting it rob my necessities like sleep and food, and even time to forge relationships with people." Opherla declared. As she finished, she closed her eyes as she sighed. "I don't hate you, Callion. I don't think Liek does either... but you've given us both drive. And our drive we've turned into training to shape us for the better. That's all we could have ever asked for." Opherla declared, as she shed more tears. "But please, Callion... don't give up hope, don't give up your resolve now... and please... you need to eat, and you need to get some sleep. Because if you don't, you won't be able to fight Arctic at your best." Opherla told him with a soft expression and tear filled eyes as she hugged him tightly. "...The last thing I want is you to die because your body shuts down on you from lack of sleep and nutrition." Opherla admitted, clutching Callion tightly as she cried into his chest, her tears emitting soft lunar energy to dull his pain some, perhaps not emotional, but physically it was.

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Post by Callion on Dec 26, 2023 17:14:12 GMT -5

As Opherla revealed her fragmented connections to her parents, the vulnerabilities they both shared became more apparent. Her gesture of concern and the sudden urge for Callion to rest echoed a flicker of compassion amidst the turmoil. Yet, as she began her attempt to reinvigorate him with her ki, Callion initially tried to resist. His stoic facade was momentarily breached by her persistence, allowing her to provide the necessary aid.

His wounds slowly mended, the bleeding ceased, but the emotional scars were far deeper. The tempest within Callion raged silently as Opherla spoke of her own trials, her nightmares, and her hard-won resilience. Her words carried an undertone of wisdom borne from personal suffering. Her guidance and empathy pierced through Callion's veil of resolve. His silence was a testament to the tumultuous conflict raging within him, torn between his responsibilities and the toll they exacted on his well-being.

Opherla's words resonated deeply, a beacon of light amidst the encroaching darkness. As she expressed her understanding and refusal to harbor hate towards him, Callion's guard softened ever so slightly. The tears she shed, the vulnerability she displayed, chipped away at his stern demeanor. But as she clung to him, offering solace and an earnest plea for self-care, Callion remained silent, allowing her embrace but withholding his emotions. The tear-filled moment, imbued with lunar energy, provided a fleeting respite from the physical pain, but the emotional turmoil lingered.

He tried to resist the hug initially, his instincts urging him to withdraw into his self-imposed isolation. However, his exhaustion, both physical and emotional, overpowered his resistance. He stood there, stoic and silent, a palpable aura of moody and grouchiness enveloping him. Whispering in a voice laden with apprehension, he divulged his deepest fear to Opherla, his eyes distant and troubled. "If so much as a single person dies, I fear that who I am today personality-wise will die... and will be replaced with my instinctual Saiyan side that has been lying dormant. I will become uncaring, devoid of empathy."

Admitting his fears and vulnerabilities was a rare vulnerability for Callion. He grappled with the conflicting desires to maintain control over his instincts while facing the relentless pressure to protect. His admission to Opherla carried the weight of a burdened soul on the brink of surrendering to his primal nature. "I'm scared to let it go, but I don't know how long I can keep my Saiyan instincts at bay any longer." His confession hung heavy in the air, a glimpse into the inner turmoil that waged an unrelenting war within him.

As Opherla held onto Callion, offering solace in her embrace, he remained a silent and brooding figure. The vulnerability in his admission of fear and the conflict within him lingered in the air. The lunar energy emanating from Opherla's tears held a subtle touch of comfort, yet Callion's struggle persisted. Gently, with a single finger, Callion lifted Opherla's chin, his eyes meeting hers with a mixture of determination and sorrow. In the midst of his own internal strife, he sought to impart a crucial message. "If I were to turn into such a Saiyan," he began, his voice tinged with a somber tone, "you are to stay as far away from me as possible. I don't want to hurt you, nor can I even think of letting you see me at such a state."

The gravity of his words hung in the air, a protective instinct urging him to shield Opherla from the potential fallout of his own transformation. Callion's gaze, conflicted and earnest, conveyed the depth of his concern for her well-being in the face of an uncertain and tumultuous future.

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Post by Opherla on Jan 2, 2024 15:43:13 GMT -5

Opherla didn't know what to say anymore at this point. Callion was an absolute mess. An absolute stressful mess. She was getting stronger sure... but would it be enough? Would it be enough for Callion to be assured Opherla wouldn't die? Would Opherla be the one who died, causing Callion more pain and suffering, and snapping him mentally? Opherla didn't know what to do to console Callion at this point other than cling to him tightly, trying to remember something, anything from her past that could potentially soothe Callion's soul to his core and make him at least be out of his depression. It was at this point Opherla heard a glimpse of something in her mind, a voice that was so soothing to her...

'My sweet child, don't cry... Here. Let me sing you this song...'

Opherla wasn't sure who the voice was... but it was so similar to her she couldn't help but think it may have been a memory of her biological mother. Opherla focused on her words intently, and suddenly, a tune came to her head, as she focused on that tune for a moment, and while she didn't know what it was from, the tune itself was a calming tune, a tune that could perhaps be used to calm Callion down, as Opherla felt it had done the same to her for many times past.

"...Callion, I will make sure, in my best power, to ensure you don't snap into... whatever side of you that you don't want coming out... I remember something my mother did for me when I was younger, a song she sang to me to calm me down in my most tumultuous moments... maybe it will help you." Opherla declared, as her lunar energy became soft and radiant as she focused on the song, and placed her hand on her chest, clearing her throat before she would begin to sing... and the tune she sang would be a most beautiful tune, a soothing tune... a tune... unlike anything Callion had heard before.

You are the ocean's gray waves... Destined to seek, life beyond the shore just out of reach... yet the waters ever change, flowing like time, the path is yours to climb...

As Opherla sang, her lunar energy began to surround Callion, in an attempt to soothe his soul of its tumult and disarray, the tune and the lyrics reaching deep into Callion to soften his hardening heart from all the chaos.

In the white light... A hand reaches through... A double edged blade cuts your heart in two. Waking dreams, fade away, embrace the brand new day... Sing with me a song, of Birthrights and Love, the light scatters to the sky above, dawn breaks through the gloom, white as a bone, lost in thoughts all alone...

The song's message was up for interpretation by most, but as Opherla continued to sing, she was conveying a clear message as she repeated the chorus. The pathsthat are taken all have their highs and lows, their ups and downs, their good and bad moments... even in the face of despair... one can't truly lose despair, because in the end, hope is what it's all about. Even the next verse, despite the fact it spoke to Callion's darker side, still resonated with him

Embrace the dark... you call a home... Gaze upon an empty white throne, a legacy, of lies, a familiar disguise... Sing with me a song... of Conquest and Fate, the black pillar cracks beneath its weight... Night breaks through the day... hard as a stone, lost in thoughts, all alone...

The path you walk belongs to destiny... just let it flow...

All of your joy and your pain will fall like the tide... let it flow...

Life is not filled with just happiness, nor sorrow...

Even the thorn in your heart, in time it may become a rose...

The lunar energy enveloped Callion, slowly healing his wounds as Opherla sang as her words reached deep down into Callion's deepest and darkest anxieties, his thoughts, his pains, and touching them all, with the hopes that the words would resonate in him enough to let it all wash away like the tide, as Opherla continued to sing, the song nearing its close.

A burdened heart... sinks into the ground... A veil falls away without a sound, Not day nor night, wrong nor right, for truth and peace you fight...

Sing with me a song, of Silence and Blood... The rain falls but can't wash away the mud... Within my ancient heart dwells... madness and pride, Can no one hear my cry....

You are the ocean's gray waves... Destined to seek... life beyond the shore, just out of reach... yet the waters ever change... flowing like time... the path is yours to climb... You are the ocean's gray waves....

As Opherla sung the chorus one last time, the lunar energy around the two of them glowed incredibly bright, surrounding them and enveloping them in a soothing light, and as Opherla finished the song at last, the light soon dimmed down, before vanishing, as Opherla's eyes opened after finishing the song, as she was stunned by the fact she was able to sing all the lyrics, before she cleared her throat again.

"...That's the song my mother used to sing me when I was young and was in a state... I suppose just like you are. Of tumult and anguish. I never quite understood what the song meant... even now, I still don't, maybe you do." Opherla remarked. "What I hope for, however... is that my song reached you... and that maybe... maybe it soothed your soul and your entire being at the least, Callion. It's the least I could possibly do for you." Opherla admitted, her tone a bit remorseful she couldn't think of a way she could do more.

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OOC Note: Yes I pulled this from a literal Fire Emblem game, sue me. Lol

"Only A Failure Abandons His Principles And Pride."

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