Posts: 83 Power Level: 18,607 Zeni: 4,399 Training Points: 3 Fighting Style: Distanced Transformations: Great Namek [x5] Location: Earth Items: Heavy Training Weights
It had been days, hell almost a week since the Namekian last heard from his old human ally. While this was not quite a problem in and of itself, but there had been events leading up to this very moment that had concerned the Namekian to some degree and it was time that he seek out Ayumu to make sure that there was nothing of issue with the old fart, he was rather good at getting himself into situations that over inflated the outcome of itself.
All Namorel had to go off of was an ominous call the old man had sent his way just hte day before, asking him to head to the bay of West City and meet him there. Followed by what the Namekian could only refer to ask some degree of gargling or choking. Wasting no time, Namorel would toss on the new gi that Ayumu had gotten for him when the two went by the market prior.
The outfit set loosely and yet firmly across his form, the silken like material folding at points around his shoulders and chest. A symbol set firmly on the left side of the chest, brazen against the teal, but unknown to the Namekian in its meaning.
The flight from the area around Korin's Tower wouldn't be one of great issue, keeping towards the cloud level until he reached the outskirts of the city, the Namekian would follow the shoreline into the city harbor. Quite unsure what leads he would have, Namorel would keep close to the water, his eyes trained on whatever tiny detail may show up... or for any individuals worth trailing in hopes of finding the old man, and rescuing him should hte need come around that is.
"Hey old man, you around here?", he would shout, hoping to attract some attention to himself in hopes of locating wherever Ayumu may be.
As ayumu stood infront of the watery waste that was the ocean, having been using small kinetic hands to massively eradicate all signs of plastic and junk from the ocean as he had increased his ability, he wasn't at just a few hundred hands as he was sweating quietly with his weights on, muscles tensing and body screaming in a sense. He was controlling over ten thousand different hands, each and every one attempting to seek and remove the junk that was in the ocean.
'Welcome back.' Ayumu would telepathically speak back, His body tensing more as he kept increasing the amount of hands as a small mountain of junk was laying on the side of the shore, a few people coming with plastic bags to drag the junk away and get it 'removed' to be completely honest.
"I have been working for a few hours here, waiting for you as i had gotten a small hint towards where their clan could be and hoo boy, is this the best idea for them to keep you guys out but the worst idea for us as we have to get in there." He would proclaim, Ayumu his face showing a rather displeasing frown as he would scratch the base of his forehead, slowly moving the tips of his fingers towards the bridge of his nose as he scratched a bit more to get an itch gone, a few droplets of sweat causing his nails to slip and scratch his nose a bit lower down as he uttered a soft 'ouch' before then flicking away some residue skin and junk under his nails.
"They are located under the ocean, in an old lab where they have found some tools to work with." Ayumu proclaimed as he then manifested a ball of energy that had a very simple spherical design, seperate from an eye as he then said. "I stuck one of these on their vehicles as they came last night and i got a look inside... Partially before it ran out energy wise."
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Posts: 83 Power Level: 18,607 Zeni: 4,399 Training Points: 3 Fighting Style: Distanced Transformations: Great Namek [x5] Location: Earth Items: Heavy Training Weights
Namorel's poking around, searching for the old man had persisted for a short time before he heard the telepathic communication from the older human. Ayumu must have been within earshot of his prior shout, which made things exponentially easier for the Namekian, he was worried he would need to get into a fight, after all these weights did a number on one's power.
The shirt tucked under his gi was where most of the weighted pressure was being applied to his body, the extra effort needed doing wonders and yet a number on his body all at the same time. It would only take Namorel a moment to find Ayum, the old man wasn't nearly as far off as the Namekian has assumed he would be.
He was standing at the shore and seemed to be cleaning the water of debris... now that Namorel really got a look at the water, it was rather bad, the pollution and junk just floating freely in the murky water and continuing for who knows how long.
"Cleaning up some? Someone is getting their service for the planet done aren't they?", Namorel would say to the old man with a grin as he walked towards him. Watching those who were assisting drag off what they could to speed up the collection of trash for proper disposal. From the size of the mound the Namekian assumed that Ayumu had been there for quite some time, the fruits of his efforts rather obvious in the clarity of the immediate view of water.
Namorel would pay close and careful attention to Ayumu as he spoke, his mention and elaboration on the Demon Clan, specifically the location they supposedly picked being bad for the two of them. Namorel would wonder precisely what the old human meant, when his thoughts were interrupted by the Earthling once more picking up his tone and talking again.
"Under the ocean... in a lab? You're kidding, right? I was just down there less than a week ago looking for an entirely different lab.", Namorel would speak placidly, annoyance clear in his tone. Taking a moment to calm himself he would speak back up, "How do you suggest we get down there? I'm able to hold my breath long enough to cover six miles down there without coming back up, but after that point its breathe or faint." The Namekian had hoped that Ayumu had an idea in mind on how to solve this conundrum at hand.
As Ayumu noticed the reaction from Namorel, smiling contently to himself, there was a sense of pride to see his student or comrade... It was hard to see the wall that divided a person when they stood next to each other and were growing thoroughly and firmly. They were actively increasing their expertise and becoming something much more, just by having each other their company and the training that was required to keep this all going.
"Under the ocean... You were there before?" Ayumu would proclaim, looking surprised but having heard stories about people seeing a certain man walk across the ocean floor and some people freaking out. But this couldn't be the same story, that would be insane. Yet it wasn't done with that, he brought the obvious question of needing a way to breathe air to get down there correctly.
Submarines are not too cheap and other vehicles would be too obvious if they made their way over, This is why Ayumu brought a soft burst of energy from his own body, knowing full well that what he was going to do wasn't the best decision. A brilliant golden ball starting to form in his palm along with a second one as he spun the two around in his palm before then gauging the distance, gauging where the area would be before then giving a quick nod towards the Namekian.
"We are going down using this, Golden Clacker Smash." Proclaiming his attack word as a marker for them both to dash forwards as the ball was struck into the water surface, the water splitting apart and forming a thick hole that went down to something much further deep as Ayumu instantly kicked of the ground and jumped down into the open hole to take advantage of this chance. Hoping that Namorel would be after him rather quickly before the water would collapse behind them, Ayumu after a ten minute long diving expierience, moreso gliding forwards along with immense downwards momentum would kick through a metallic wall and tear it open to allow namorel to roll in as he would then pull it back together before anybody else could spot them. Before the water could slam back in, so that the entire building would survive with much more ease.
It was time to get through this lab that was the size of a space station, the size of something that wasn't just a small investment. This lab had some outside funding and some outside influences... But could they find the information?
Posts: 83 Power Level: 18,607 Zeni: 4,399 Training Points: 3 Fighting Style: Distanced Transformations: Great Namek [x5] Location: Earth Items: Heavy Training Weights
The look that would cross Ayumu's face as Namorel mentioned his trek into the sea not too long ago made it difficult for the Namekian to hold back a laugh, stifling himself with a snicker. However, it did seem that maybe his adventure into the depths had not gone completely unnoticed as per what the old man had to say, if anything this only added to how funny Namorel saw it all to be.
Letting his thoughts calm for a moment, Namorel would continue to listen to the old man as he talked about the difficulty of obtaining a vehicle to transport the two of them down there. Bringing his hand to his chin, the Namekian would think for a moment, but before he could bring a thought to mind, the old human already had a plan in motion.
Splitting the water with energy, tunneling deep into the wake of the ocean, Ayumu would get a head start against the Namekian, if any benefit to the matter, to lead the way in this tunnel that only goes in one direction as it is. Taking his steps down in attempts to not be sluggish if he could help it. Namorel would raise his hand up, running it across the wall of water passively, his thoughts mainly on getting into this lab.
"You know, if you had ask I could have done this too.", Namorel would say with a smirk, referring to chasm in the water. Taking his time to climb into the lab, Namorel would watch Ayumu replace the entry point and stretch some. "Alright, what's the plan then?", the Namekian would ask, knowing full well that this was not going to be an easy, nor fast mission, they had a lot of searching to do before they would likely find what they are looking for.
As Ayumu was told to explain the plan, He would then simply open his mouth in excitement, knowing full well that he had to explain it right here. His flawless plan that had been in his pocket and was an important piece of paper that he had in his hand right now... If he had it. He searched around in a panic as he would then notice that the paper that had all of the details written down, all of the information written down wasn't there anymore as a few namekian mutants opened the door with blackened skin as their purple eyes gazed in, a moment of silence as Ayumu whispered to namorel.
"I don't think i have my plan on me anymore." Before he would then shift to the crowd that came in as he raised both hands upwards, slowly moving them from side to side as he was trying to make sure that nothing too bad would happen while he was standing next to a just fixed wall with a metric kami ton of water outside of it.
"Please do not attack us, we mean you no harm, there is absolutely no way that this could go wrong, trust me in this... Just slowly let me close in..." As Ayumu started to walk forwards before throwing a handfull of salt from his pocket into the face of the namekians as they started screaming, a small security camera spraying salt in ayumu his eyes as he was dropped to the ground and started screaming himself...
There are seventeen namekians left in the hallway with rifles and everything that Namorel would have to deal with as these four other namekians and Ayumu were crying on the ground from the amount of salt that had entered their eyes. But too much random power, that would end up breaking the wall and killing them all!
