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Scraped from here.

Since threads are now limited to 20 pages, this is the second part of Saiyan Quest. Considering that the original was rapidly heading towards 80 pages, I figured it was time to start a new thread.


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"If that's all." You say to the demon. " I'll be going now."


"Of course." She answers. " I'm sure that you have a lot to do before we have our battle. Try not to kill Syana, I really would much prefer that she lived to join me."


You don't say anything, merely taking off into the sky. Your hand moves to the buttons of your scouter, quickly pin-pointing Syana and Karako, but not Seria. You didn't really expect to find Seria though. You're going to have to find some way to do it, you'll need a chance to talk to her before this battle begins. But first thing is first... Syana.


You quickly catch up with the girl, she was making good time but she was also badly hurt and exhausted from the wounds she took. You descend slowly to the ground and see that Karako seems to have recovered enough to be supporting herself with the help of her friend.


"You saved me..." Karako says. Her voice is tiny, you can hear the shock as well as the sheer numbness in her tone.


"Not intentionally." You growl. " If Syana hadn't come I wouldn't have bothered to ether. But I didn't want her to die to pay for your mistakes." I've made quite enough of those myself You add in the privacy of your mind. Syana is still in her released form, the golden chains still moving around her, almost dancing. Her wound has stopped bleeding and she seems to have gone to some effort to heal it but its still open.


"Its useless..." Karako says, lowering her head. " That demon is stronger than anything I've ever met... and it said that it used to be one of us...? That can't be, why would Inku do something like that? It doesn't make any sense..."


Syana is silent, but her skin is a pale hue and that only seems to be partly due to blood loss. The demon's words to her reverberate in your head. ''Soon, you will be like me.''


Not if I can help it. You think, clenching your fists. I'll get you out of this, Syana.

Out-loud, you simply say.


"Let's find out just what Inku has been up to, shall we?"


Karako nods slowly. You can see the harsh set of her eyes.


"That sounds like a very good idea. Syana... can you heal me?"


"I don't know." Syana says. " You said yourself that the demon that hurt you before had some kind of nullifying effect on healing magic. I don't know if I could overcome that even if I were at my best. But I'm quite clearly not at my best. Since I was...released... my powers have been going crazy. I can hardly control them... I can fight. But healing requires a far more delicate touch. I don't known if I could still do it."


"Damn it." Karako says. " I'm worthless like this. There has to be some way that I can help."


"Just tell me where I can find Inku." You say. " Or failing that, Seria. There are things I need to discuss with both of them."


"I don't know... Karako says. "Inku's probably about the city somewhere but unless you can attune that scouter of yours to magic I doubt you'd be able to find him if he didn't want you to. Maybe Garos could help. As for Seria... I don't know. No one's seen her for a few days now. We don't have any idea what she's doing."


Probably training. You would guess. If she expects to take on the high demon in two days, she would have to make her own preparations. If her time-stop works the way that you suspect it does, she could cram a whole lot more than just two days of training into the time before the battle. Of course, that still won't be enough judging by what you saw of the high-demon but Seria doesn't know that.


"All right." You say. " Is there anyone who would know where ether of the two of them are?"


"Garos would probably be able to tell you about Seria." Karako says. " I don't know about anything else, but Seria would probably be able to help you find Inku."


"Right." You say. " I'm going to go on up ahead and talk to Garos. I want you two to gather the avatars and try to get them to work together -- I know they'll all have felt the same pulse of magic that you did so we have proof now. Don't let them rush off to fight her alone, Karako you know how that ends. Kill a few of you have to."


"Wait, what?" Karako splutters but you're already speeding away towards the city. Moments later, you land in the gardens of the palace, seeing a swarm of avatars who for once aren't paying any attention to you at all. They're all looking off towards the distance -- towards the high demon -- and you can hear muffled conversations.


"What is it?"


"Some kind of demon?"


"Don't be silly, that's far too powerful to be a demon..."


You ignore then conversation as you press past the avatars and make your way to the workshop where you expect to find Garos. Opening the door, you find that he is indeed down there, but he seems to be working on something new. Curious, you examine it from afar before revealing your presence.


Its the bow that he had out earlier, but he appears to have dissembled it. The wooden body isn't wood at all, but rather metal made up to look like wood. Inside, you can see circuits and wires running all over the place and Garos seems to be working on replacing some of them. To the left, there's a pile of arrows, they look normal but somehow you find yourself doubting that.


"Garos." You say, making him jump and spin to meet you. " Just what are you working on?"


After he's calmed down, he seems to decide to tell you the truth. " This is the weapon I got when I first became an avatar. Since then, I've improved it vastly in every way. I was working on some modifications for the upcoming fight."


"I wasn't aware an avatar can modify their own weapon." You say, coming to his side and peering down at the bow for a closer look.


"Usually we can't." Garos says. " As you may have guessed, I'm a special case. I'm a border-line combat-utility avatar. That means I get traits from both sides. I can't create stuff out of thin air, but I have a spark for machines and I can fix anything, given enough time."


"So why did you decide to modify your weapon now?" You ask, though you're pretty sure that you already know the answer. Sure enough, Garos replies.


"The high demon is active. We all felt it. Every avatar on this planet felt that. We have to be ready, we don't know when it will attack the city. I may not be the best with raw power but I can make do with what I have. Some avatars are gonna hole up and wait for it to be over, others are going to rush in and get themselves killed. Me? I prefer to dig in and wait for my chance."


You nod slowly, his explanation making quite a bit of sense. Its good to know that you won't have to worry about keeping him away from the fight -- since he's one of the few avatars you currently seem to have any real reason to trust as well as being the one with the best bet of getting your ship up and running again.


"But I'm sure that you didn't come here just to visit me." He says. " What brought you to my lab?"


"I need to find Inku." You say, deciding not to mention Syana's current situation just yet. It would only distract him and you don't want to have to deal with that right now. "And for that, I need to find Seria. Karako said that you may know where she is, or at least how to find her."


"Right." He says. " Let me think.... I may have a device that could help you..."


Without another word, he's away. Moving to the back of the lab and going through all the strange machines he seems to have stored therein. Several moments pass and you find yourself growing bored.


"Found it!" Garos says, with a triumphant shout. He comes back to you carrying a tiny data-disk the likes of which you found on the ship. Actually, it seems to be taken from the crashed warship originally.


"This is something that we've had setting here for a long time." Garos explains. " According to what we know, when the ships originally crashed here, an avatar made a wish to be able to detect demons from a very long way away. Inku created this thing. At first I didn't really know how to work it, but when you arrived and I saw that device you wear -- that scouter -- I was pretty confident just what it was for. Here, plug it in."


You do so, taking the device from his hands and slotting it into your scouter. You're not quite sure just what you're going to accomplish with this, it seems to be very old and you doubt it still works. To your surprise, it boots up fast and you see a tiny emblem appear on the screen before your eye. Its installing software. You frown at that, but let it finish. When it has, the disk ejects and your scouter has a new mode. You switch to it and it seems to be measuring magical energy -- though it doesn't give you exact readings. Instead, you just get a general impression of how powerful a target is. You focus in on Garos and to your surprise, he is actually much weaker than many of the avatars you've met. But he's ranked number three out of them all, you remember. So power clearly isn't everything when it comes to magic.


"Is it working?" He asks.


"Yes." You respond. " It'll take a couple of moments to get the hang of, but I can work with this."


"Right." He say. " If you're gonna be tracking Avatars with that, you'll need to know who's who. You ought to be able to distinguish the top three ranked avatars by our powers alone -- that's Seria, me and Syana."


"Right." You say, already having locked on to a power signature that seems to be Seria.


"Syana and Karako will be here soon. They're both hurt a bit, they may need some help."


"Right." He nods. " I'll do what I can."


"Good."


That said, you're off again. This time hunting down Seria. As you fly, you muse on just how much trouble you're going to keep this planet intact. In the past, you wouldn't have hesitated just to hold the city hostage until you got what you wanted and then left, but now you find that you're actually getting ready to fight against the high-demon with the locals. Just what has gotten into you lately? Its almost as though you care for these people...


Which is stupid, of course. They're not Saiyans. They're not worth caring for.


Before you can muse further on your strange actions since you landed here, you come up the place where Seria seems to be training. As you half expected, she's waiting for you, arms crossed. You land in front of her.


"I'm surprised that you were able to find me." She says.


"I had a bit of help." You reply. " There are some things that we need to discuss."


"We'll do it later." Seria says. "Right now, I need to remain focused. I felt the power spike that indicated the high demon was loose. I need to be ready to fight it when it comes for the city."
 
"Take a seat." You say, wondering just how you're going to break this to her. As a Saiyan, subtlety has never been your strong point. You've hardly ever bothered with it honestly. But now you find yourself needing it. How are you going to tell her that the high-demon she's trying to defeat is in fact herself?

She just looks at you.

"I don't have time to waste. Only a few days before the demon shows up. I need to practice and perfect my abilities in time for the battle."

"I found out where the demon came from." You say to her. You then begin to explain your newest theory, to her credit, Seria doesn't interrupt as you feared that she might. She lets you finish though as you continue to describe what happened, her face grows paler and paler.

"So it wants me." She says at last. " It wants to trigger my transformation and thereby create its self."

"That seems to be the case." You nod.

"And it has all my power and all my strengths?"

You nod again.

"Damn it."

Such a small way to describe the frustration that she must be feeling. If she were a Saiyan, she'd be ripping into mountains with her bare hands by now. But instead, she simply seems to collapse into herself.

"What am I?"

That's not the reaction that you could have expected. Syana, yes, but Seria? How could she crumble so easily? Curious, you ask her what she means.

"I've fought for so long. Do you know how many generations of avatars I've seen come and go? How many I've just not been able to save... Too many."

Tears begin to fall from her eyes, splashing onto the ground.

"Damn it. I can't believe I've been so stupid. So blind... I can't win. I can't win at all. What the hell have I been doing for all my life? How many times have I fought I beat this thing? Was it just toying with me the whole time? Was it just a game?"

"So." You say. " What now?"

"What now?" She laughs bitterly. " What can I do now? What can I do to fight against myself? If that thing really is me, then no matter what I do it'll be prepared. There's no other choice. No point in waiting for it to attack the city."

"What do you mean?" You ask, a feeling of worry starting to knot in your bowls. That look in her eyes, you've seen it before. In the faces of Saiyans about to die. You've seen that look. Its the look of a soldier who knows they face an impossible task.

And yet they're going to do it anyway.

"I have no choice then." She says, rising to her feet. Her voice is firmer, as though she's come to difficult decision. "There's only one thing that I can do now."

"Can you talk to Syana?" You ask. " Warn her about what the demon has in store?"

"Syana will never fight it again." Seria says, her eyes blazing with determination. "I'll end this whole stupid game here and now. Just one more fight. One more."

She holds out her hand and the bow forms. Its glittering with energy. A sudden blast of man throws the dirt up around her as Seria calls out all her power.

"I'll destroy this demon. And then myself."

"What do you mean?" You growl, surprised at the sheer coldness with which she speaks.

"Its the duty of an avatar. Its why I was made one in the first place." She clenches her free hand. " It was so long ago now that I've almost forgotten just why I became an avatar in the first place. I didn't do it for the power. Not really. I didn't do it because Inku promised a wish. Damn it, but I wish it could have ended any other way. I'd rather not die like this."

"Just what are you planning?" You ask her. "Suicide isn't the way, even if you face this thing with all your power it will brush you aside."

"You're right." Seria nods. "I can't beat it. Not as I am now. Not even if I unlocked all my powers. Even if I pushed to the fourth stage."

"Can you do that?" You ask, putting aside the issue of how she even knows about that for now. "The demon said it took thousands of years for it to do the same and since its you..."

"Don't worry." Seria says. "I'll not be doing it the same way. When we were first...created... Inku hadn't yet perfected the way he created an avatar. There was a loophole... we could get two wishes. We first generation avatars were the only ones ever to get two wishes. The catch was that once you made your second, your body just burnt up. The wish takes its power directly from you, you see. Inku never intended for it to even work. Its just a side-effect of how the first generation was made. No other generation has a second wish... I watched over the years as one by one, all my friends died. Picked off by demons, made their final wish. Some just vanished. I wanted to go with them. I wanted to die. But I didn't. Because I was still needed. This city, these people. My people. I couldn't leave them."

She looks down.

"But now you're telling me that its my fault all this happened? No... I won't let it end like that. I'll unlock all my power and then... I'll pass on. If I die, the demon can never be born. If the demon here is destroyed, it can't go back and try again. Its the only way."

"And you're willing to die to do this?" You find yourself asking. Seria just nods.

"Of course I am. We avatars were not always so shallow. There was a time when we were heroes... I'd have us be heroes one more time. The code of the avatars that Syana talks about all the time? It came from us. The first ones... how far we've fallen. But I won't just sit back and allow things to end like this. One more fight."

"You can't be serious." You growl. " You're just giving up? Just surrendering?"

"Its not surrender." Seria says. " Not if I can achieve my goal. My life for the safety of those under my protection. Its not a hard choice. Do me a favour, Saiyan. Take care of Syana. She and I... we have more in common than she knows. Before I go, you want to find Inku, yes? Here. I'll tell you where you can."

She describes a section of the city where the creature can usually be found, saying that with your modified scouter, you ought to be able to pick him up once you're close enough.

"And now..." She says. " I'm going to visit my friends one last time. And then... we'll meet again on the field of battle. You and I against the demon. I won't tell you to stay out of my way because I'll probably need you. If I...if I draw on too much power and start to transform. I want you to destroy me. Please do that for me. And now, I must go. Take care, Saiyan."

"Wait!" You growl, already noting the signs but Seria simply vanishes before your eyes. You curse, fumbling with your scouter. It detects her not far from here, heading out into the wasteland – not towards the high demon, you notice. Whatever she has planned, she can't seem to pull it off right away.

"Just what are you doing you fool?" You find yourself wondering aloud. " What is it with you avatars and pointless heroics?

What now? Go after her? Or deal with Inku?
 
Damn, I just don't know. Whatever she does will fail, that's a given. Lets just go to Inku, see what we can do there.
 
We can get her to 'heal' it if she survives. No point in distracting her.

Right now, we don't do anything except prepare to get our collective asses kicked by the high-demon.
 
Ok, so you guys want to go see Inku? Just what do you wanna ask him?
 
Pretty much. He tells us the truth, the ENTIRE truth, or we will make sure that, if we survive, we WILL kill him, and his entire race, no matter how long it takes.
 
"So.." Inku says. "You want to know just how to stabilise Syana?"

"Yes." You say to the little cat-like thing. It took you an hour and a half to track it down even with the help Seria gave you, so by now you're in no mood to play games with it. " How do I keep her from descending into the form of a demon?"

"I can't do that." Inku says. "Its not possible for me or you to prevent her decline now that she's fully realised her abilities. There's a reason I built that cap into the avatar system. If I'd wanted, I could have made them all that strong but what would be the point in that? Even the best burn out in mere days when released into that state."

"So how do I stabilise her?" You demand again. " You said that you couldn't, but I know that it can be done. So talk fur-ball."

"Your tone is aggressive." Inku notes, calm as ever. "But there's no point in threatening me. Even if you destroy this form, I'll be back soon. You could attack me all day. It wouldn't make much of a difference in the grand scheme of things. So you see, we'd get more done if you'd just be calm and civil."

Calm and civil? A Saiyan? This guy is crazier than you thought. But you do your best, forcing back the urge to strangle him with his own over-sized ears.

"Syana isn't gone totally." You say. "When I left her, she still retained control and the chains were still strong. How can she be saved?"

"That's a hard question to answer." Inku says. "The chains represent her links to her normal state – as you've probably guessed. The more power she draws from them, the quicker they will break down. Once they're all gone, she transforms. Usually, there is no way around that..."

"Usually?" You remark. " What's different in this case?"

"Its to do with Syana's unique beginning."

"She's Saiyan." You say. " I know that."

"Not quite." Inku says. "Not really. It would be more truthful to say that she was derived from a Saiyan."

"Just what do you mean by that?" You demand. "Derived from a Saiyan? You sound like she was created rather than born."

"That's exactly what did happen." Inku nods, as though its the most natural thing in the world. " When this generation of avatars was being matured, we needed a test subject – someone with a high enough power to utilise the avatar abilities to their full extent. Unfortunately, no such being existed at that time."

"So you created one..." You trail off. That's why Syana is so un-Saiyanlike. Not only was she not raised as one, but she wasn't even born as one! Created... but

"She spoke of a home." You growl. " Parents."

"All part of the project." Inku tells you. " Once her embryo was modified sufficiently, she was placed within an unaware donor. She was born and raised normally with only her higher power level and some other traits to tell that she was not normal. I contacted her when she was old enough and offered her the power of an avatar. I had hoped that her abilities would grow greatly due to her Saiyan nature but that didn't work out quite as I would have liked. The experiment failed. But I decided to keep her on anyway rather than disposing of her. She could still do some good as an avatar."

"....."

You don't know what to say to that. As a Saiyan, you're no stranger to casual cruelty. In the past, you've destroyed entire cities because one local pissed you off somehow but this is beyond you.. You killed and maimed yes, but you didn't lie. And unlike some other Saiyans, you never tortured. And now this stupid little cat-thing is standing across from you and calmly telling you that Syana's whole life was a simple lie – and not only that, but one that Inku considered ending simply because the experiment didn't pan out quite the way he liked.

Ki flickers about your fingers, dancing in tune with the fury beating in your chest.

What is Syana now? You thought she was Saiyan but if what Inku is saying is true, is she really? Is she really worthy of your help? Or is she just another weakling...

No... You decide. She's worthy. She may have been created but she was created with the DNA of a Saiyan and she fights like one. You remember the look on her face as she rose again to face you even after you beat her down, and how she tried to sacrifice herself for you against the first demon you fought. Stupid though it was, the intent was there. You owe her for that, if nothing else.

But there is more.

Syana is Saiyan. Even if she wasn't born one, she is now. And that makes her one of the last Saiyans.

"How do I stop her becoming a demon?" You snarl. I'll deal with what you've done later. You add to yourself. That won't stand. But for now you have more pressing matters.

" As I said, you can't." Inku tells you simply. "Syana...may or may not be able to. It depends. As I said the initial experiment failed. She didn't inherit the power that I had hoped. The second version was much better. If you'd want to save her, I'd guess that you'd have to find some way to restore her abilities to their full.... Or rob her of her abilities."

"Take her powers?" You say. "How?"

"You could break her weapon." Inku tells you in a conversational tone. "That'd make it so that she wouldn't ever be able to use her powers again. Even I couldn't mend that. But breaking an avatar's weapon is no easy task even for you. Its no mere steel. Her sword is composed of raw matter I transformed from her desire to defend those around her. When she made her wish, the feeling was very strong and so, the blade was born. It becomes weaker or stronger depending on her emotional state, you see. Even we don't know much about the bond that they share."

"Who do you work for?" You ask. " Why do you do these things?"

"For the energy of course." Inku says. " When an avatar is created, dies or is turned into a demon there is a large release of raw magical energy. I can harvest that and return it to my people."

"And why do you need them?" You ask. " You have magic of your own."

"Not the same kind of magic." Inku tells you. "Subtle differences exist between the native magic that my people have and the strange raw power that the avatars seem capable of generating at such key moments."

"And then the demons?" You say slowly. " The crashed ships... the city... you were behind those as well?"

"Not at first." Inku admits. " The ship really did crash on its own and the demons form naturally or seem to at any rate. However, since it was deemed profitable I've been sent here to collect as much energy as possible for the greater good of all."

"What about the other Saiyan?" You ask. " Was that intentional?"

"No. But we capitalised on it. The Saiyan in question was merely third class and a wanderer who, between jobs, happened to stumble upon this world. She threatened to upset the balance however a high-demon rose and was able to defeat and destroy her. Not the same high-demon as the one you're facing now, though. Now, the Saiyan is a hero to the city and the citizens aspire to be more like her. New avatars are told to emulate her and to be like her as they can."

Disgusting. You find yourself thinking. That a Saiyan's image could be used to continue this. Your arm is twitching, your fingers curled up into fists. You want so much to destroy this creature before you but you won't. Not yet. You may still have need of him.

But after the high-demon all bets are off.

"I never expected another Saiyan to come here." Inku continues. " But your appearance couldn't be at a better time. Once you die fighting the high demon, there will be two heroes to emulate."

"You really think I'm gonna die?" You say. " I guess you don't know as much about us Saiyans as you think you do. We never lose. Not until we stop breathing. So don't count me out just yet. What you've said has implied that there's a way for Syana to save herself. What is it?"

"I don't know the exact specifics." Inku tells you. " In all of history one and only one avatar has stabilised themselves. His name was Zeran. He was a male avatar -- Seria would know about him considering they were of the same generation. He was one of her closer friends... him and Clare. Its a pity how that ended up."

"Just what do you mean by that?" You demand. You doubt that the creature actually feels pity, bit you feel moved to ask.

"Zeran died a little after the third generation of avatars was finished." Inku says. " Seria was too late to save him. He was jumped by a big group of demons. Even he wasn't able to take them all. After that, Clare simply vanished. I think she may have used her powers to leave the world. Whatever the case, after those two went that left Seria as the sole surviving member of the first generation. She is at the graveyard now, I suspect."

" I'm guessing its not a normal bone-yard."


"You'd be right. Since most avatars ether die in battle or burn out, no much of a body is left however they do maintain that site as a monument to those who came before them. Not very many avatars visit it nowadays and it has fallen into disrepair."
 
Crap, we're going to have to visit the graveyard. After we finish wringing what we can out of Inku first though.
 
The avatar graveyard is a cold, dark place. Wrapped about by the ever-present fog that encircles the planet. Visible from a distance only due to the forlorn monuments that once would have seemed so defiant in the face of time. Now those monuments have been laid low, crooked and broke. As you walk through the site of the graves, the mist seems to dart about you and several times you have to remind yourself that there is no one else but you and Seria here. You don't like this place. A graveyard isn't a proper place for a Saiyan. On planet Vegeta, the graves are – were, you remind yourself with a ping of remorse – very rare. Since it was considered a great dishonour to die in any way but battle. Many did, of course. But even more would have challenged friends or family to a fight to the death if they feared such an ignoble end was oncoming. Most Saiyans died in battle on far off worlds, their corpses reduced to so much space dust or to burned husks.

Honestly, that's always how you expected that you would end up eventually. As a low-class warrior you would have been pretty much sent on one mission after another until you were old enough to retire (Not likely and you wouldn't have done so even if the opportunity had arise) or until you were killed off. Usually, there would be no other option.

Except that now your power level is very high indeed. At 2000, you're easily more powerful than a first class and literally sitting on the border between that and elite. If you were still in the employ of King Vegeta, at this point you might even have been pulled back to join the royal guard force. You didn't see many of them through your life. Very few, in fact. They were usually on some mission or other. Fighting some planet;. Everyone knows – knew – that the royal guards got the best, most fun missions. They answered personally to King Vegeta, Prince Vegeta and no one else.

Of course, such an outcome would be unlikely due to your low-born status. You never even found out who your parents were but given your low power level at birth, they were probably third to second class. For the power that you now posses, you've had to fight and claw your way up through the ranks.

You don't usually pay much attention to such things, but as you walk through the graveyard you have to admit that the place seems to get under your skin in some way. Maybe its the mournful looking statues, the graves or the simple knowledge of what it represents. But you feel that this is not a good place.

Huh. Look at you. A Saiyan getting spooked by a bone-yard? Pathetic. Steeling yourself, you push on. The scouter over your eye tells you that Seria is up ahead. Near one of the bigger monuments.

She turns to look at you as you step into view. She's not wearing her armour or the usual robes that all avatars seem to have. Instead, she's wearing a dark brown set of loose clothing. She doesn't have any visible weapons but you know that when it comes to avatars, that doesn't mean a whole lot.

"What are you doing here?" She asks. "Thus isn't a place for Saiyans."

"Yeah?" You say, coming up to her side. " I think I may just have to agree with you on that. This place is different..."

"Its the mana." Seria says. " Here, its very concentrated. Because of the avatars who died and were buried here. Not many, but enough. Even our bodies have some power, though it fades with time."

"Inku told me some things." You say. "About all he's been up to. You know, I'd guess?"

"I know." She nods. " I don't like him but I don't see any other choice. We need each other at least for the moment. After that... well I suppose that won't matter to me now will it?"

She turns her back to you and looks out across the rows of graves.

"You know, its sad. But I have more in common with what you see before you then the city that I've come in. I knew every single one of these avatars. Some of them were even friends. I laughed with them and fought with them and now.... now there's just me."

She clenches one of her fists.

"I always thought that it was duty that kept my going. I had to safeguard the city, had to protect everyone. I was the last real avatar. But I slowly found myself becoming disconnected with the others. As you noticed, my first generation status means that there are important differences between me and them."

"You don't burn out naturally." You say. Its a logical deduction to make, since the demon seems intent on causing it itself and Seria has lasted so long.

"That seems to be one such difference." She nods. " I'd like to know for sure but of course I never can. Since no other first generation avatar has lasted this long."

"Why are you telling me this?" You ask. " You don't like me. That much is plain just in the way that you act. So why?"

"I'm not sure." Seria tells you. " Probably because I'm about to die. Everything I've done... everything I've been. All of its going to mean nothing. So I'd like at least some of it to survive. Even if its just knowledge."

She gestures to the tombs.

"Out there. My friends. Every single one of them. I've watched as each of them died, and every time one did I died a little too. The avatars now know me as cold and uncaring. A legend more than comrade. That was on purpose. I couldn't bare to continue as I was... It was too much. So now I'm going to join them. I think that I'll be fine with that."

She turns around to face you again. " But I'm wasting time. What did you come here for?"

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GM Note:

Ok guys, recently (Since we moved to the new thread) I've noticed a distinct lack of replies compared to what we used to get -- even in the last page of the previous thread. While I'm not gonna whine or complain since that's not my thing, I am going to point out that with only a few replies per update things will get a lot harder for me. I honestly can't garuntee I'll be able to keep this thing going with the level if interest we have now.
 
"inku said it was possible for seria to stablize, but i would need to speak to you about it. I don't want her to die."
 
Delivery Ninja said:
Yeah, we definitely need to get the level of communication back up to normal, here. We still have more questions we wanted to ask Inku before going to the graveyard, for one thing, but since we apparently never settled on a proper list...
Yeah, since Russell is the only one who astually amde mention of what he wanted to do there and no one else commented on it and we had two other posts without mentioning it...
 
I think it's just that this arc's starting to drag on a little, and most of it has been "It doesn't matter how smart you are, you lose because of hax and people doing stupid shit". We haven't really had an opportunity to be anything but "Ask questions from people that aren't going to give you the answers" and "Be dicked around by cosmic horrors".

I guess I can get behind "See if we can get Seria to stabilize Syana" though.
 
Alectai said:
I think it's just that this arc's starting to drag on a little, and most of it has been "It doesn't matter how smart you are, you lose because of hax and people doing stupid shit". We haven't really had an opportunity to be anything but "Ask questions from people that aren't going to give you the answers" and "Be dicked around by cosmic horrors".


I guess I can get behind "See if we can get Seria to stabilize Syana" though.
The arc's nearly done now. (I'm actually in agreement that its dragged on more than I intended but it can't be helped I guess. I'll try to do better next time.)
 
That isn't to say this arc was /Bad/, it gave us a lot of fuel for character development, but it's good to hear we're nearly done here.
 
Agreed. Its been very interesting, and would be an interesting quest by itself. But we're a Saiyan, and we've gone for (in game) days without causing massive destruction.
 
GM Note: And....we're back. I am aware that it has been awhile since the latst update. Ok, a long while. This is due to several reasons that I'm not really going to get into now. Suffice it to say that we're back now, partially thanks to Russel who has not let me forget about this thread for even one moment since the last update XD. In addition, I may not be able to produce updates as often as I used to, I shall try to do several a week but I make no promises and on busy weeks the number may fall as low as one or two per week.

Now that all that is out of the way, on with the quest!

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You tell Seria why you're here; of what Inku told you. About Clare and the male avatar. She listens to you and when you're finished, she sighs to herself.

"Zeran? I haven't heard that name in a very long time." She looks wistful. "He was my best friend... more even. We understood one another even when the rest of the first generation were gone. And Clare, she was always there too. We were the three top ranked avatars of our time. The latest generation... they don't know what it was like."

You open your mouth to ask just hope Zeran managed to stabilise himself but before you can do so, Seria walks off into the mists. Surprised, you follow her only to find the strange avatar standing next to a statue. She's looking up at it with such sadness in her eyes. Before you can ask the question on your mind, she provides the answer.

"This is him. Where we laid him to rest after we found his...his body. The demons that ambushed him didn't leave much, but what they did leave deserved a proper funeral. Not many avatars came. He was a loner by then, the third generation never really knew what to make of us. To the first generation, we were friends and comrades. To the second, we were respected elders. To the third? We were living figures of the past; history. There were very few of them at his funeral."

You look up at the statue, wondering if you can get some information from it. But by his appearance, he was a fairly typical avatar. He was of slim build with wiry muscles. His hair was spiked, like that of a Saiyan. He wielded a slim curved blade and a shield.

Not really much to go on.

"Do you have any idea how he stablised?"


Seria shakes her head. " No... that was a dark day. I remember when he first unlocked his power and entered the second stage. He nearly tore the city apart. You may find it hard to believe, but he was always the most powerful of any of us. Even I couldn't compete. I don't think I ever won a single spar against him. Anyway, he was convinced that he would die -- none of us knew what it would really lead to -- and went off into the wastes. He wanted to fight the demons even at the end. We took him for dead except that a few weeks later, he returned. He was...different. Stronger and more in control of his powers. But even beyond that something fundamental had changed about him. As though he were no longer fully one of us. Clare and I we were...curious. We tried to discover how he had done what he had. But he never talked of it and when we mentioned it, his eyes would grow dark and he'd say that it was not something he wanted to discuss."

"Damn." You utter the expletive out loud. Syana is losing time here and you need to figure out some way to stabilise her. You could find some way to lock her into suspension. The idea occours to you for the first time. Put her to sleep, would that work? Slow down the transformation? Give you a chance to...

A chance to what? Why do you care so much about this girl? Because she's Saiyan? Because she needs your help? Even a few years ago, you never would have helped her. Maybe its because you're the last Saiyan bar a few. Maybe its because you're an endangered species now.

But whatever it is, you're not going to lose her now.

"What about breaking her sword?" You ask, almost disgusted by the fact that you're saying it out loud. " Is there ant way that she can recover from that?"

"No. The sword is the power centre, its the source of her strength. Breaking it could save her, but she'd lose all her magical abilities."

"But she's Saiyan, so she would retain her ability to wield and manipulate Ki?"

"I do not know... I suspect however that she would."

A pause.

"You said that the High Demon could manipulate time, correct?"

"Yes..." You say, wondering what Seria is getting at.

"Could it speed up the flow in one area and keep the rest normal?"

You think back to the fight, it never showed such an ability but from the way it acted and how arrogant it seemed, you would not be surprised if it could. You say as such.

Seria grins for the first time since receiving the news of what the High Demon once was.

"Then maybe I can help. The powers of the High Demon are not unique, as far as I know, they descend from the Avatar who they originally were. As such, anything it should do, I should also be able to do.... at a much higher cost. A High Demon's powers are much more advanced so I don't know how long I could maintain it but I think that perhaps I could do something at least."

"What do you mean?" You ask, cautiously.

"I could do one thing -- two things. Be aware I've never tried this before so there is no promise it would work but..."

"What are they?" You ask with urgency, for the first time getting the sensetion that maybe, just maybe you can put a stop to this thing.

"Well firstly, I could take her blade and do the next best thing to destroying it. I could slow time around it to a crawl. I can't freeze it totally, but I can slow it down enough that any corrupting influence would be massively reduced in its rate of growth."

"And since her sword is the source of her strength." You say. " It would slow the breaking of her chains."

"Exactly. Slow, not stop. But it would give her more time to try and find a way to stop it. Days..maybe even weeks depending on how long I can hold the spell. But it would leave Syana without the use of her magic while it lasted. Just her normal, Saiyan abiliites."


"And the second way? You mentioned two."

Seria frowns.

"Yes. The second way. This way is even more dangerous and I don't know if it is even possible. But if it is, it could be the best bet that she has. Using my powers, I can manipulate time around Syana herself. Firstly, it would buy her some time but mostly it would give her the time she needs to try and master her powers. In conjunction with sealing her blade away, I could give her weeks worth of time in only what passes for days to you and me. But the problem is.."

"She might lose control during your spell and we wouldn't be able to interfere."

"Right. Once the spell is cast, even I can't really tell what is going on inside. The first thing I knew anything was wrong would be when she broke her way out of the field as a demon."
 
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