Level 2 1,000 Leading you out into the wilds Pybara shrinks down to a more regular size for his people, the rotund figure seemingly in no way intimidating as he begins to blink forwards like some manner of apparition. Asking you to follow him he blinks off into the distance leaving you pursuing through densely packed trees and over open ravines. Pursue your master to his training site.
Okay. The blue one, her spirit she was still guessing, was a smart ass. The yellow one, large as twenty five of her stacked end to end and floating freely in what could only be described as outer space, seemed to be her subconscious. Emerald chains bound its hands at the wrists and seemed to be holding it aloft.
When it spoke, its voice was the garbled stuff of madness and Brisket found it impossible to discern its intent as it answered the question about thinking she was a cat. Both of them looked back to her, the currently red skinned half Saiyan’s hand placed under a chin as she thought. This didn’t feel like it was going to be training in the slightest. She was pretty sure she was going to end up annoyed by the vaguery of the whole thing and leaving the planet once she’d solved the problem with that weird moon.
Brisket opened her mouth to speak, but as she did so, no sound came out. Confused she placed a hand to her throat, expecting to find something choking the air from reaching her or stopping her vocal chords from vibrating the air here to make sound….but there was nothing.
“She doesn’t even know how to communicate!” The spirit shouted, face twisting with annoyance. “You’re not even ready to be here!”
Brisket again attempted to speak but found that nothing came out. It was like there was no air to vibrate here. In this place that looked like outer space. These things seemed connected…somehow. There was clearly air here, she was still breathing, inhaling and exhaling with absolutely no problems. So why couldn’t she talk? The spirit could….
Attempting to change tactics Brisket narrowed her eyes, focusing her thoughts and attempting to think her message at the blue creature. Telepathy had always been difficult business for her before she’d arrived on Kanassa, but now she was willing to bet she could do it easily. As she attempted the feat, though, the yellow giant suddenly shuddered, opening its mouth and letting a cacophony of sound loose. Both Brisket and the blue version of herself suddenly clapped hands over their ears, trying hard to block out the sound. It was like an assortment of warning horns, high pitch and shrill, devastatingly loud and hard to ignore.
Slowly, though, the creature stopped, closing it’s mouth and fixing Brisket with an angry look that she took to mean that she shouldn’t try to do that again. Now she wasn’t even sure where to start….or who to start with. If she couldn’t even communicate how could she fix whatever their problems were?
There was a sudden popping sound to her right, Brisket turning to watch as Pybara materialized near her in mid air and then dropped to the platform she was standing upon. “How’s it going in here?” He asked. “I noticed you stopped clicking and snapping”
Brisket turned to Pybara, attempting to speak but finding she still couldn’t. Instead she simply pointed to her throat and shook her head in the negative. All she could do is hope the Yardratian could interpret her intent correctly. “I see.” Pybara said as he nodded. “Learning to communicate can be difficult when you’re first starting out. Let me see if I can explain how to proceed to you.” He immediately placed a hand under his chin. Moments later he snapped and spread his arms wide. “When you attempt to traverse a forest, how do you go about it?” He asked, looking expectantly at Brisket. She sighed a soundless sigh and once again pointed at her throat.
“Ah! Right. That is to say. When you traverse a forest, do you traverse on your hands?” He asked quickly. All three versions of Brisket tilted their heads to one side at the sheer absurdity of the question. Slowly she shook her head in the negative. “That’s right! One would use one’s feet and swiftness, yes?”
She nodded positively this time, looking back to the blue version of herself. Was he telling her to run toward it? “Indeed! This is because a forest is meant to be navigated on foot. It’s why you evolved that way. You wouldn’t drive a car through it, you wouldn’t run through on your hands. But then, could you fly through? It’s a learned skill, and you didn’t evolve to move that way. Do you think it would be possible to do?” Pybara asked, tone indicating this was a lecture that was usually given to small children. Likely Yardratian children...but it didn’t stop her from nodding. It was something she’d actually done before.
“So then.” he began to conclude. “If you came to this place, where your normal evolved ability to communicate by vibrating air doesn’t seem to work. How would you try here?”
“Oh she’ll never figure this out!” The blue version of herself spoke. Brisket turned to look at it before frowning. If she couldn’t talk here, or think at the problem, what the hell else did that leave? How would one speak to a version of yourself that was made up of your ener-.....oh god dammit.
Brisket fully turned toward the blue one, taking a deep breath before focusing her energy. An aura flashed around the blue one, surprise flashing across its face for a moment before it faded into passivity. Energy drifted across the platform toward her, Brisket watching the stuff wrap around her body before with a sudden flash her normal azure aura formed around her. A steady feed of power was formed between her and the blue one that allowed her to keep her aura supplied. Watching the small amount coming, Brisket was suddenly confused. She didn’t feel like she was receiving any less power, but it looked like her spirit was barely giving her any. Oh well. Manipulating her energy like she would her throat, Sound began to escape her slowly.
“Yyyyy…..ewwww. Yyyyy….ohhhhh.” She stopped, taking a deep breath and focusing again. “Yyyyyyou…...Ahhh. Arrrrrrr. Are. An…...asshole.” She informed the blue version of herself, the blue Brisket flipping her the bird before returning to staring straight forward.