Wasabi
Graduated
Lean green fighting machine~!
Posts: 245
Power Level: 100,000
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Post by Wasabi on Feb 27, 2017 0:26:11 GMT -6
Wasabi looked down at the orange orbs, heart fluttering. He swallowed hard, it was difficult to believe these balls had the power the Namekians said they did. It was even more difficult to believe how easy they were to obtain after hearing this. The elders simply wanted to know if his wish was noble. And now he was here. Wasabi arranged the balls in a circle, holding a hand out, he called out the words he'd been taught.
"Yo, Dragon. Wake up!"
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Post by Vo Lang on Feb 27, 2017 16:23:57 GMT -6
Irritation would exude from the Dragon Balls as they glow brightly. The sky goes dark and a golden light explodes from the balls into the sky. Before finally the Eternal Dragon appears.
"Speak your wish so that it may be granted."
The voice would boom with a growl that sounded like thunder rolling through the sky.
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Wasabi
Graduated
Lean green fighting machine~!
Posts: 245
Power Level: 100,000
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Post by Wasabi on Feb 27, 2017 16:42:52 GMT -6
"HOLY SHIT IT WORKED! -- I mean . . ."
Wasabi cleared his throat. Repeating his wish in his head to make sure he had it right.
"I WISH TO RESTORE THE MAKYO STAR AND ITS INHABITANTS!"
Realizing he'd just shouted at a Dragon that could crush him between a claw and forefinger, Wasabi hastily added, "P-Please."
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Post by Vo Lang on Feb 28, 2017 12:53:40 GMT -6
The Dragon would growl in it's throat slowly before it exhaled with some focus. His eyes widening as the crimson glow shot from them.
"The Makyo Star and all of the inhabitants that died during it's destruction have been restored. Your wish has been granted."
With that the Dragon would glow a bright yellow light as it flew into the sky, lightning crashing as the seven balls dispersed in every direction. The black sky clearing almost immediately after.
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Wasabi
Graduated
Lean green fighting machine~!
Posts: 245
Power Level: 100,000
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Post by Wasabi on Mar 1, 2017 22:08:51 GMT -6
Wasabi would stand in the clearing, his arms hung limp, his head tilted towards the sky.
"Well . . . that was anti-climactic."
/end
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