badfic_manor | 15th Wish || Dende || Every Time He leaves the Mannor...

Entry tags:

15th Wish || Dende || Every Time He leaves the Mannor...

[Dende stirs, waking up on the bridge after his brutal fight with Zarbon. Very slowly he pushes himself up with his good arm and looks around. His head is fuzzy and he is having a difficult time focusing.

He spots his vest robe neatly folded on the snow where he left them. Groggily he stumbles towards them, and slips the vest over his head. While all lethal injuries were regenerated while he passed out, he is still not in the clear yet. His most noticable injury would be his lack of an arm, and perhaps the bleeding spot on his forehead, the rest have been concealed by the robe for now.

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his blackberry to call for help. Then the shame of not being able to protect the Dragon Balls he had been entrusted with washes over him. He glares at the blackberry and in a moment crushes it in his hand. There, Zarbon would be able to call and threaten him once he found out that the Dragon Balls wouldn't work without the password. He lets himself fall back onto the snow, it felt good on his aching head

((He's on one of the broken bridges, in case anyone is up for helping him~))

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[Dende turns his head in the direction of the voice. But does not get up. He coughs a bit, some damaged organs still bothering him. His resonds is delayed as though it took longer to process what was going on]

...................Mr. Crane....

[Nearly slipping on the ice to get to Dende, he continues to make his trek through the dark without the aid of any light. He was accustomed to low light from his time period and hasn't lost that sense of good eyes.]

I can hear you. Yes, it is I. I am making my way to you. Can you move?

[Dende rolls onto his side to try an push himself up, letting out a little yelp as he does so. He sits up leaning on his arm breathing heavily from the effort]

I can move... I can move, I'm alright...

[Finally reaching Dende, he quickly helps Dende and notices the missing arm.]

I need to see your arm. I will need to remove your robe from over your arm so I can take a better look at your injury.

[The sight of the blood doesn't seem to bother him even if it looks worse at night and nearly black in the pale light.]

My arm?... My arm... it's over there I think, I don't need it... I'll make another later...

[Dende struggles to pull off his robe and when he does he reveal the rather sickening mess that is his torso. While he's done his best to regenerate most of the organs, he's been lax on the bones. The aftermath of Zarbon stomping on his chest was clearly evident. The socket of his arm isn't particularly pretty either, since his arm was twisted before yanked out. By no means could any human have survived what Dende has]

Edited 2010-12-08 10:17 (UTC)

[His eyes widened at the grotesque injury but manages to push down that growing urge to wretch and help Dende by setting that twisted bone into place.]

This will hurt. Prepare yourself and grab on to something solid. Your clavicle is twisted along with your scapula have been fractured. I have a good view of it from here.

[His hand grabs on the bone....]

[Just before Ichabod can try to reset the bone there's a crack and a snap and the bone wrenches itself into the proper place. Dende let out a yelp in pain and quickly doubled over clutching his chest with his hand. Popping and creaking can be heard from Dende's body as the rest of his bones prepare to set themselves.]

[Ichabod removes his hand from the bone and eyes widen in concern and fascination.]

Interesting.......

[He's now watching with keen interest since there was nothing more he can do.]

[Dende writhes and yelps as his body continues putting itself back together again. The bones can be seen moving and shifting in short sharp movements as he heals. After a few minutes the popping and snaps cease, and it seems the process has come to a halt. Until Dende lets out a long loud yell, he breaks out into a sweat and in a moment a new arm shoots out of the previous injury. Dende slumps over onto his side breathing heavily.

The process was over and he was mostly healed. The head injuries remained along with an assorment of minor injuries that he couldn't waste energy to heal on]

Edited 2010-12-08 17:35 (UTC)

The sight of Dende's arm growing back was not only painful to watch but certainly fascinating to see. He looks at the discarded arm and back at Dende with a very interested look in his eyes.]

May I use this for study?

[He was managing a very interesting set of notes mentally as he pressed on in helping Dende and pushing down his growing sense of curiosity.]

Come, you could use some rest but we should get out of the cold first. Can you stand?

[Dende only nodded in response to Ichabod's first question, too busy catching his breath to respond properly. At the second question Dende opened his eyes and looked down at the new arm. He closed his hand into a fist and then opened it up again, just to make sure it was working right.

satisfied, he moved to push himself off the ground, the new arm creeking and popping a little. Once off the ground a little he has to shut his eyes, the world felt like it was spinning, and it made him feel sick.]

[Ichabod was there right beside him to catch him should he falls. Grabbing the arm as he rose up with Dende, he allowed Dende to use him as support. He wasn't about to let a friend fall if he could help it.]

I have you. No need to worry. Let us move slowly should you need to rest, we can stop.

Thank you... Mr. Crane...

[Dende held onto Ichabod tightly, and was forced to lean on him rather heavily. He did his best to continue walking without having to stop, but he found himself needing to rest frequently, due to his exhaustion and nausia]

You would do the same for me, yes?

[And he didn't mind the stops. In fact, he comes from a time that didn't rush anything.]

[Dende looks at Ichabod and manages a small smile]

In a heartbeat.

[Dende continued along, still doing his very best to keep going]

[Ichabod smiles in return and keeps his pace steady.]

Now let us get to safety.

[He spots a building not far from the bridge and decides to use that as a base for now to get out of the cold.]

That sounds... most welcome...

[Dende nods feeling in somewhat better spirits. And also quite relieved to see the building up ahead. Despite the regeneration he felt tired, sore, and quite cold.]

[Ichabod knew that Dende was getting weaker. It was common sense but the needed last leg push was what he needed to get him inside and into warmth and safety. Ichabod opened the door to the humble apartment to find a family already there but they didn't seem to pay them any mind.]

Pardon our intrusion.

[Ichabod moved Dende to the nearest room and laid him down on the bed. Embarrassment was already washing over him that he had to use another's home but this was the best he could get, not to mention by sheer coincidence since the mentioning of chi the last time in their discussion would be masked here as Dende was healing with the presence of a family and it was less likely that they would be spotted.]

We are safe here for now.

[Dende might have felt a bit unease of his intrusion as well, however that bed was MOST welcoming. He colapses on it and vacantly stares at the ceiling for a moment. Everything still felt as though it was moving, but at least now he was not.

He absentmindedly wipes his face with his hand, when he pulls his hand back to look at it, he finds still fresh blood on it. He gingerly brings a hand to his forehead where the source of most of his pain was, he flinched as he touched it. He wanted to put pressure on it to try and stop the bleeding, but even the lightest touch seemed to hurt. He looks to the side to see he's gotten blood on the pillow]

Ah... I'm making a mess...

Worry not and concentrate on your healing. I shall take care of the rest including the compensation for whatever article is needing to be replaced.

[He pats Dende on the arm and moves out of the room to get a washcloth to put on the wound that was in the process of healing. His own hand adding to the pressure to stop the bleeding, Ichabod wasn't leaving Dende's side.]

Who had done this to you?

[Dende closes his eyes and lets out a sigh of relief when the cold cloth is pressed to his head. The shock of the cold water seems to shake him of his nausia for now at least. He opens his eye and looks up at Ichabod a bit more focused]

A ghost from my past... his name is Zarbon. It's a bit of a story...

Edited 2010-12-12 19:20 (UTC)

It appears that we have plenty of time.

[He returns the cloth to the bowl and wrings it out, replacing it to his head.]

Well, about 30 or so years ago my home planet, Namek, was attacked by a tyrant called Frieza. He was interested in our Dragon Balls, a Namekian made item. There are seven balls that when gathered together and the password is spoken it will summon the Eternal Dragon who will grant wishes. There are two sets, one on Namek and the set one Earth that I watch over.

I was just a child when the attack happened. Frieza came to my village with his two right hand men, Zarbon and Dodoria. They made quick work of my people and took the Dragon Ball the village elder was entrusted with. I was the sole survivor at the time, though Frieza did me in later. Thankfully my people and I were wished back with the Earth's Dragon Balls, but Zarbon had been killed long before that.

Edited 2010-12-12 19:57 (UTC)

How fortunate that your people were able to return. Most times nothing like that ever happens in my world. Once something or someone dies, that is the end of the journey of life.

So Zarbon, he was the harbinger of your people's initial demise?

Yes, it was the Earth's set of Dragon Balls that granted the wish. Since my people didn't believe in reviving the dead the Namekian set could only revive one person at a time. But Earth's set came about through peculiar circumstances and thus had none of our traditions attached to it... and now Zarbon has them...

[Dende nods at the second bit]

Five villages slaughtered, including my own. The only reason they didn't slaughter the last village and Guru was that my village elder, Moori, destroyed the devices they used for tracking us...

15th Wish || Dende || Every Time He leaves the Mannor...

[In Person]

[In Person]

Re: [In Person]

[In Person]

[In Person]

[In Person]

Re: [In Person]

[In Person]

[In Person]

[In Person]

Re: [In Person]

[In Person]

[In Person]

[In Person]

[In Person]

[In Person]

[In Person]

[In Person]

Re: [In Person]

[In Person]

Re: [In Person]

[In Person]

Re: [In Person]

[In Person]

Re: [In Person]

[In Person]

Re: [In Person]

[In Person]

Re: [In Person]

[In Person]

Re: [In Person]

[In Person]

Re: [In Person]

[In Person]

Re: [In Person]

[In Person]

Re: [In Person]

[In Person]