Rebuilding the Past [Training]

[Saxophone]

Last time on Dragonball T!
With much dismay and conflict from the old namekian brothers, a long awaited reunion resulted in an all out clash outside the South City limits, leaving a scar upon the earth as two warriors of a now enslaved race fought to settle their year spanning differences. Both left with lessons and wounds to tell the tale, though one more enthusiastic than the other to stride forward with their friendship revival. After beginning their journey back to Saxophone's home deep within the forest surrounding the cities Snare was dragged into a site of hope. As the ruined of East town remain to this day in regrouping shambles, Saxophone saw this as a opportunity to rest for another day in their travel. Both needed to recover their wounds, and Snare's former inspiration saw a perfect opportunity for his pupils first lesson.

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'E-Excuse me!'

The work fitted woman was quite eager to stop the two namekian's for many reasons. From a first glance the second honestly looked near death as he stumbled behind the slow and limping acquaintance... Not to mention it was just plain weird seeing namekian's this far away from the South! Sax didn't really pay much attention, he was more in the passing through mood, attempting to ignore the locals. 'Hey! I'm talkin' to you mister!' Sax stopped in his tracks, a small human woman he placed herself in his path, arms stretched out as she consumed her bottom lip to look intimidating maybe? Infuriated? Sax couldn't really put his finger on it, though since he had some time to get his mind straight after his suprise guest arrived outside the South down, he was slowly starting to perk up to his usual self again. 'We're not interested in what you're selling.' Sax brushed his hand as the woman was almost controlled to move aside, more out of shock than any kind of mind control Sax didn't know about. That seemed to happen a lot to him in the barren streets outside the towns... People always wanted him to buy things, since when did a namekian need car? Or a carpet? 'So you aren't even going to listen to what I have to say!?' Sax stopped in his tracks, so she was proposing something rather than selling? He'll bite.

He turned around, pointing to his eyes then to the woman, directed at the probably still stumbling in a single direction Snare, who seemingly had not recovered from his temper tantrums days ago. 'We're listening.' The voice seemed to take a more casual tone, the darkness of its execution left the woman a little dazzled, if not slightly scared. But she had to focus! 'Do you even know what you are standing in?' Sax looked around. Rubble, general destruction... Looked like half of the planets he'd been to on his way here. 'Remains?' The woman shook her head, picking up a piece of white marble from the floor as she seemed to almost stroke it as she looked back to him, a tear in her eye. 'Hope..' She sniffed, it couldn't be any more of an act even if she tried. Sax simply folded his arms again and leaned to one side, tilting his head back with a sigh and raising a brow to the woman's lunacy. 'Look... Will you help us rebuild this place or not! It's not everyday a super strong being of green people walk on by, and we need all the hands we can get.' It was odd that the woman simply presumed they were strong, sure they were muscular but Sax simply nodded in approval, had she said that not five minutes ago maybe they would have already been at work. 'So what's the payment?' The woman scoffed, turning around before dragging a toolbox from one of her college and kicking it across the ground towards the two. 'Get started over there, grab whatever decent looking scraps you can find or take some from the supplies. We need a lot of houses if this city is going to live again.' She avoided the question wonderfully, and with that she left, short and sweet and sprinkled with false authority.. It was good enough for Sax, and he saw a ulterior motive too.

He lifted the box from the ground, rummaging through the tools of all sorts realising there weren't many things he'd need to use this for. He looked to Snare, attentive or not the toolbox was thrown at his chest. 'Grab what you need, lesson one.' He walked off towards some of the pre-allotted housing areas, while he began to question how the weirdest things happen around this planet... Go to Namek and you wouldn't have seen a problem in miles, just annoying animals, he hated animals.

He took a piece of the supplies, a simply sheet of metal used to join around the dome housing plans, looking to Snare as he would speak one of his mystical long sentences. He never needed any more usually, but this is the new and "improved" Snare we were talking about. 'Through time and skill a fight is whatever you want it to be.' He bent the metal, shaping it perfectly into all sorts of things as he spoke. 'Through force and lack of control, what is easy becomes difficult.' With a sharp twist the large sheet metal creaked and screamed as it tore in two from the sudden bend. Sax had said his piece, had he gone on Snare might have began to question things... Why give a person who still seems to hate your guts a lesson? Because Sax wasn't in the mood to talk, Snare needed to learn, not discuss. Sax set off to work himself whether Snare followed or not, the idea that his serious attitude needed to be lifted linger over his mind every time said even the slightest thing to him, he needed to lighted up...

He was building a bunch of houses, how hard could it be?

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[Snare]

This was up there on predicaments Snare did not ever envision himself in.

The namekian kept pace with Saxophone, trying to keep his head held high even though his body protested; if it were possible, he could imagine himself covered from head to toe in rust. Then there was the pain. He gritted his teeth as he tried to hide it, probably to no avail but it was better than out right saying it. Yet the strangest thing of all happened to be that he was with Sax and not angry; well at least not angry at him specifically. Now he was filled with a peculiar sort of hate that went by the name of self-loathing. It had only been a day at most since he had met up with this figure of his past, and things had already accelerated from all out war to a cease fire. Snare wasn't even sure why he had allowed this coward back into his life, was he that desperate for the companionship they once had? And then there was this crap about following him! It should be the other way around, he didn't need to be led, he wasn't a fucking dog. He scowled at the thought, crossing his arms only to realize he only had one. His face contorted into even more displeasure; he was still much too exhausted to try regenerating, and the last thing he needed to do was pass out so Sax could drag him around by the foot again.

Snare sighed, making sure it was as obnoxious as he could make it. It was a good thing the woman appeared then, the last thing he needed was being reprimanded for being 'childish', as Sax liked to call him. Effectively ignoring the garbled bullshit that was coming from the woman's mouth, Snare continued to follow Sax all while trying to come up for a new word for the arrangement they had; maybe he could lie and say he was walking with him, just from behind? He rolled his black eyes at the thought, annoying himself with his desperation. It didn't help that there was this high pitched voice scratching and clawing at his eardrums. Channeling the aggravation to the rather innocent target, Snare glared at her with the hope she would just turn to ash and blow far away from here with the wind. But of course he wouldn't be allowed to do that, that would be too "inhumane". Well fuck, wasn't that interesting; he wasn't even human! She spoke again, her words finally resonating in his mind.

"So you aren't even going to listen to what I have to say!?"

"Hey lady, why don't you just f-"

"We're listening." Saxophone said, effectively cutting off his speech.

"The hell I am," Snare grumbled under his breath, effectively detaching himself from the conversation. There was no way in hell he was going to be dragged into this shit, Sax be damned. As if to further display his negativity to this crap, he unceremoniously plopped onto the ground and lied down; pretending to be perfectly at ease. His eyes traced the sky briefly before quickly becoming bored. What the hell was he doing anyways? None of this added up, no matter how backwards he looked at it all. He could hear their voices still, discussing some shit or another, but could not be bothered to listen. Why couldn't Saxophone just shut up and take him to wherever it was they were going, the woman probably just wanted something. That was one of the first things he learned on this planet, how persistent the notion of greed was. Everyone used everyone else and pretended everything was all right. This planet was stupidly corrupt and ignorant. Snare sighed impatiently once more, growing more and more annoyed by the second. Then, as if to piss him off even more, a weight landed on his chest; both catching him by surprise and knocking the wind from his chest.

The namekian sat up abruptly, ready to tear someone's face off when he heard Sax speaking again; some crap about a lesson. Like fuck he was going to hear that crap out, it should be the other way around. Blocking out Sax's rumbles, he looked in his lap at the object that attacked him, realizing it was a worn red toolbox. His brow furrowed lightly as he glanced around, confused as to what the hell was going on. He noticed a lot of construction going around in the area, and putting two and two together he gave a bewildered look to Saxophone as he stood. "Shut it with the proverbs for a seconds and please tell me we are not doing this." As if to further emphasize his point, he thrust the tool box ahead with his only arm; shaking his head with dread.

"First off, I only got one fucking arm!" He dropped the toolbox carelessly and waved it around, trying to make Sax see how stupid this was. "And secondly, why in Kami's name would we help the furless monkeys? Do you not know who is to blame for all of this shit? A human. Why the hell should we clean up their mess when they fucked with us?" He asked testily, nearly snarling at the end. He would rather die than help out these inhabitants. Besides, this was time he could be using to rest and regain his strength, or training. Building houses for assholes did not take the cake on his priority list. He scoffed loudly, pocketing one of his hands and kicking the toolbox off without looking. With determination aflame in his eyes, he looked the other way and plopped down onto the ground once more, causing dust to erupt around him. "If you want to play good samaritan you go right ahead, but count me out. I got better things to do." Stubborn happened to be his middle name.

[Saxophone]

'You still rambling over there?'

Sax hadn't spared any time, for house equipment this stuff was heavy, made him wish he had brought his weights along for the trip, though then again he didn't expect to be running into Snare and nearly dying. That pretty much abolished his whole save the namekian's to redeem his name idea right off the bat. It felt almost like weight training, lifting a bunch of things putting them some place and moving them in certain areas of some thing you had to pick up and move some place, it was really as simple as it sounded after all. Snare however insisted on playing the victim, a loud crash emitted behind him as the toolbox was thrown this way and the other... That guy wasn't really going to cut him any slack, though then again maybe he had been glorifying his time with Snare in the past for the sake of not wanting to beat him up. After all he stayed, the most idiotic thing to do when in the face of complete annihilation. But that wasn't the issue right now, in all honesty it should never come up again, Snare has always been this way and he just had to put up with it the only way he knew how.

'This is to help us.' He kicked the toolbox back towards Snare as he continued. Snare may not have understood, hell, he seemed to be still talking in the background after all. It was his fault in the first place that they have gotten into this situation, at least he didn't have to drag Snare all the way home like he thought he would have to. This wasn't going to work... He was insistent on making excuses behind every action so he didn't have to do it, funny how the only exception is when he is in a competi- Thats it. He set to work at quite a pace, his weak body putting quite a strain on itself to keep up with the enthusiastic mind, he was more interested in his new idea than he was the idea of fixing up these houses now. Another excuse to show Snare that things haven't changed, he's still on top. 'So are you... Woah.' The woman seemed to have returned, quite surprised with Sax's progress no doubt, but it wasn't for her... He decided to keep working, maybe she would go away. 'I see you're busy being helpful~ I'll leave you to it.' Excellent. 'As for you!' Oh dear.

The woman marched over to Snare, just completing his rant on how he pretty much hated everyone in this general area when the nails on chalk board returned. 'Why is your friend doing an amazing job while you are just sitting around here doing nothing? Is he supposed to be your lackey or something!?' Sax turned to the woman, he needed to glare at the back of her head just at the thought of what she said. 'Shape up! One arm or none you can still help the rest! Look at how well your friend is doing.' She attempted to move Snare, pulling and pushing him to face the house which Sax had done in mere minutes. It was pretty much perfection, with a few mishaps here and there which he was still working on. None the less he found time to almost pose beside it, arms folded while he gave Snare a competitive grin, kicking the toolbox back across the floor and in front of his brother.

The woman was lucky enough to leave in haste, it seemed she was doing it for a good cause at least. Sax on the other hand actually almost broke a sweat doing that so fast, it would be funny to watch Snare make one as fast with one arm, the thought of it alone made him chuckle. He turned back to his work, another house just waiting to be built... He could see this as getting boring very fast if he didn't have some sort of motive. 'Come lend a hand.. One hand..' He said it in an oddly serious way, leaving the confusion as to whether he was taunting or commanding, he'd leave that for Snare to decide as he moved to work on the next house.

Kami only knows what type of mess he was going to cause here now..

[Snare]

Snare cursed under his breath as Saxophone kicked the toolbox back at him, barely stopping it from hitting him in the face with his one arm. He grimaced at the thought of it decapitating him, wouldn't surprise him with the force Sax put into it, and uncharacteristically held back an insult. The last thing he needed to do was get all flustered over something so trivial. So instead is slammed the thing into the ground, effectively denting it, and eyed down Saxophone. He could at least get unspokenly flustered. Apparently he wasn't even allowed that because the human female returned as if some higher power was out to spite him. Her annoyingly high pitched destroyed his eardrums and he found himself groaning out loud; maybe it was out of attention, but did he really want that bitch to even look at him. When she did he quickly had his answer: he wanted nothing to do with her. She marched over to him like she owned the place, and he rolled his eyes at the mock show of dominance.

He was doing a pretty good job of treating her like an insignificant ant until she started getting physical. He growled as she tugged and pushed and finally his patience snapped, causing him to stand abruptly. Snare spun on his heel to face her, his face set in a terrifying snarl and finger pointing accusingly, only to see her retreating back and annoying smile. Feeling as though he just got played, he shouted at her retreating form in an attempt to get the last word. "That's right, you run! You'll be dead the next time you touch me with your stubby little fingers!" Not the best come back he had to offer, but it would have to do. He could almost hear the satisfaction from Saxophone, so he looked over his shoulder curiously. His face quickly fell into shock, bewilderment; was it even possible to make a house that fast? Didn't you have to wait for the concrete to set or something? Snare quickly found himself wondering if the older of the duo had cheated, had grabbed a nearby house and just claimed it as his. It seemed more believable then what was in front of him.

"Come lend a hand.. One hand.."

"Oh! We're a smartass now, are we? Make fun o' the guy without a limb, how kind." He shouted at him, frowning as his brows furrowed. "I'll show you one hand you bastard..." He mumbled under his breath, face quickly shifting into a smirk. Snare walked over to the building, quietly admiring it as he neared Sax in stride. With a cocky grin and a look of complete humor, he placed his one hand on the wall of the dome gently. Then, without any warning, his hand snapped through the wall and caused a few more holes and cracks to spring from it. "Whoops," Snare said while grinning ear to ear, slowly pulling his arm out of the wall. He looked to it briefly before locking his glance back to Saxophone. "Looks like I broke your little box with my one hand. I'm so terribly sorry." He mused sarcastically before chuckling at his own humor. He tapped Saxophone twice on the cheek like one would do to an infant, "Don't worry, I'm sure you can fix your little toy." He said in the most patronizing voice he could muster. Needless to say, he found it pretty effective.

"If not you can always watch a real namekian at work." He said, his voice laced with competitiveness. "Ya that's right Sax, I'll show you how to actually build a house." With that he turned on heel and looked around for wood and steel; no doubt something that would be needed to build the foundation of the building. Instead of finding either materials he noticed the little red toolbox on the ground, sitting alone where he left it. No place to start then there. He paced over to it before picking it up. With a simple snap, he removed the dent and made it presentable. Materials, that's what he needed next. He face shifted into a tight look of determination as he sought out beams for support. He wasn't going to build one of the small little balls, he was going to build a skyscraper; gravity be damned! Snare placed the toolbox in his mouth, realizing he had no other hand to put it in, and grabbed several steal beams. He felt weighed down by them, but did not relent. Finding a semi-clear spot he dropped the materials carelessly before repeating the process with wood.

By the end of it he had quite the pile of beams and planks, but he had no clue what to do with them. The namekian glanced back to Saxophone, trying to see if he could sneak a glance on how the hell this construction shit worked. His pride would not allow him to outright ask for help; he was supposed to be better than this guy after all.

[Saxophone]

The sight had made his day to say the least, as much as Snare liked to ignore it the reality was that he just got himself told off by a human. But he had his fun, he should really focus on this make-shift training of his, he's not exactly going to be soaring in skill after making a measly house. Though in Sax's opinion it was a pretty nice house, was quite surprised he got it done so fast, though building required more than metal sheets and curved concrete slabs. One would thing that it would be hardly sturdy... No wonder these human cities are destroyed so frequently, its made with this stuff everywhere! His time for contemplation was over, he had an admirer. Snare approached with a grin on his face, the mumbled before and clenched fist signed nothing but trouble for Sax's little house. 'Snare, Snaaare~' He tried to seem an authority, but he was too busy chuckling from previous comments to keep a straight face. With a sudden crunch his house had a new opening, Snare stood with a victorious smile while Sax folded his arms and stared at the hole once his brothers hand was out of it. 'Great..' The sarcasm which came from him after seemed to just salt the wound, but Sax would be the better namekian here... For now.

He was given a clap on the face before Snare went off to seemingly do his own thing, Sax retreating from his sudden stalking position with a metal rod in hand. If he was going to get something done then who was he to argue, he just needed to sit back and watch him fail on his own. Snare had always had this habit after all, one minute he would be yelling about something then the next he'll be trying to mimic it. Sax took a seat, shoving a bag of sand in the opening to his house as he slide away from it pretending he had no idea it was there. But to him this was more like it, sure Snare got a little insult in here and there but it felt... Memorable, the old times were like this every day, rather than him actually being angry about something worth while. The idea of the captive namekian's came to mind once more, why was Snare so quick to follow him after he woke up? He could have just gone back to the city but instead he trailed along after him... The guy had developed some pretty weird tendencies these past couple of years, but it was his job to adjust, who's going to watch his back otherwise? His concentration was once again broken by the clanking and clonking of wood and metal as Snare came back and forth with numerous supplies and shoved them all into one giant pile in front of him.

'So.. You intend to.' Snare seemed to be too busy to hear Sax's pondering's, if anything he was probably just going to make a building which was larger than the one he just did. Wait, but then that wouldn't be fair, Snare already knew the size of his house. He could try to make a house larger than Snare's but he'll have the advantage of seeing a finished product first. There was nothing that could be done now, fire burned in those eyes, he was going to build a bigger house than Snare even if he had to resort to the same tactics as he did. He left his partially destroyed house to its own devices, wasn't his fault after all, and then he could observe Snare and his work. Much to his suprise Snare turned a quick glance his way, looking back in a snap as if it was supposed to be discrete. Sax clapped his hands, both a gesture of starting a new house and an insult that Snare couldn't do the same, he thought it was pretty clever at least..

'Real namekian's have two arms.' Sax chuckled at the easily recyclable insult until he had enough energy to get it back,. 'We'll play it your way then.' Sax walked off, coming back with numerous tools and supplies himself as he dropped them by his side, looking to Snare with a smirk before beginning to work on his frame. 'I think I'll triple the size of this one..' Sax intentionally muttered loudly while he got to work, a hint of sympathy for his brother as he openly revealed his simple procedures, after all it wouldn't exactly be a fun competition if Snare didn't even know what he was doing. He had to one up his previous construction method somehow, make it a challenge within a challenge. With a sharp cough he attempted to get Snares attention, stretching his arm high up onto the fairly large frame of a house, placing one of the supports without even moving from his spot. What he was doing was at a risk though, he could easily clone himself and have multiple versions of him doing all the work for him... But then there's Snare, he would just use than as an excuse to turn into a giant and mess everything up and blame him.

It would be like training with the Sensei while Snare was around all over again..

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[Snare]

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Snare whipped his head back forward when Sax looked, feeling very much like that human idiom 'a child with their hand stuck in the cookie jar'. He blinked blankly, wondering where he even picked that up. Shaking his head to expel the stupid thoughts, he cleared his throat loudly and made quite the show of looking deep in thought; he eyes heavily lidded, brows pressed together, hand on his chin. It looked like his was building a masterpiece in his mind, making brilliance! It was a shame he only had the most common and basic of knowledge on the subject of construction; maybe he should have just been an actor, he seemed to be doing that shit much better than anything else. A clap snapped him awake from his inner turmoil, causing him to cast a suspicious glance at Saxophone over his shoulder. What the hell did the idiot need to clap for?... wait, was he mocking him!? He growled at the thought, the second he got his arm back he was going to... clap? Scratch that, he would work on his come backs first. Snare turned around completely, giving the older namekian his attention. Once he understood the first step of this shit he knew he would be able to go on without the slightest of problems, and then he could make Sax eat his words!

Impatiently, Snare waited for Sax to gather the materials. He had himself convinced that the other man was taking this long just to piss him off. Tapping his foot as though to further display his impatience, he quickly grew bored and let his lids fall on his eyes; nearly dozing off while standing up. What felt like moments later for the younger one, he reopened his eyes disinterestedly only to see a completed frame for a house. His jaw dropped, and he glanced around looking for anywhere he could have stolen it from. He growled under his breath; that bastard had done it again! He had his eyes shut for like one second! He silently fumed and turned his back on the cheater, now ready to start. He knew the first step after all, there would be nothing to stop him from winning now. The thought drew a crooked smirk across his maw.

Snare crouched at his red toolbox, cautiously opening the foreign thing. Within the container were several smallish hand tools that he knew by name, if only because of his time as a slave-slave. Their uses were mostly lost on him, but he could make educated guesses, right? He quickly thought back to when they had entered East City, there was a human using the tools dubbed hammer, nail, and saw while working on a frame. It was very likely these were the tools he needed. His powers of deduction were amazing! Pulling out a hammer and a couple packs of nails - there were so many different times he had to guess before becoming too flustered -, he set the aside before reaching for the saw. It was then that he realized how bent the tool was; no doubt from him slamming down on the tool box. He could only be thankful it seemed to be the only broken thing, and that it was made of a semi-malleable metal. He straightened it out with his mouth and hand before shutting the box. Quickly noticing the task ahead of him was going to be a bit more than he bargained for, Snare scrapped his whole skyscraper idea and settled with a modest home and placed planks of wood around dimensions he made up on the spot. Grabbing his tools, albeit with great difficulty due to his missing limb, he plopped himself down at one of the four corners. If he was going to build a frame he was going to need to attach or connect the planks together. Snare placed the nail against the wood and reached for the hammer with his other hand. Realization quickly dawn on him as he looked to his stub of a left arm. This was going to be about ten times harder than he assumed. He let his frustration out in a burst of air that sounded an awful lot like 'fuck'.

Snare was never the sharpest tool in the shed, as the humans liked to ,put it, but he did have him moments when creativity decided to give him a friendly hug. This was one of those rare and far between moments. He had realized, a little slower than he cared to admit, that using the hammer with his mouth and holding the nail with his hands didn't work. The same held true vice versa; he knew, having tried both versions with some incredibly humiliating trials and errors. This left him with one last plausible appendage. Unceremoniously Snare tugged at his black footwear until it gave way, revealing his right green foot and toes. He gave the foot a side wards glance, beginning to have his doubts as he moved his toes. "This better work", he grumbled under his breath, unwilling to accept anymore failures. He picked up the nail between his toes and struggled to put it against the plank of wood. "Here goes nothing", he mused as he lined up the hammer. Without an ounce of hesitation or even restraint he slammed the hammer hard at the nail. Two things happened in that moment. The first was that the nail lodged itself into the wood perfectly, connecting it to the other plank. The second, much to his ire, was that he had slammed said hammer into his now throbbing toes. Not wanting to draw attention to the fail, he held back a howl and merely hissed in silent agony.

Moments later he composed himself, finally being able to function. Grabbing another nail, he repeated the process but hesitated before hitting himself again. Snare lined the hammer up, and cautiously tapped the hammer against the nail. He was rewarded with the nail barely sticking itself into the plank. Success! He removed his green foot from the line of sight he lightly tapped the nail until it was secure. He gave a prideful grin, canines alight with the sun; Perfect! Now all he had to do was repeat and repeat... and repeat. He groaned at the thought of the tediousness of it, but went to work anyhow; lining up his next nail.

[Saxophone]

[Can't let Snare be ahead, I'll have 3000PL too! Thanking you kindly adminz <3

Building a bigger house which wasn't an upside down bowl was a little harder than he had first thought. The structure was going to have to be balanced, the supports would have to hold the weight of the materials in multiple places and he didn't even want to get started on what Snare was doing. He gave him a shocked look, the guy was posing like he was a structure himself. '.. Snare..' He didn't receive a response, Snare seemed in deep thought... Well deep thought as far as Snare was concerned. 'Never mind..' He couldn't distract himself with trivial things like what the hell his brother was really doing. He had a job to do, not just for his own training, but for the competitive aspect too. He gave his structure another look up and down, he had gotten the base-plate down in a flash much like his last house, it was simply the thought of what he was going to do with it; A big house? Maybe something business like. He tried to think of the structures back home, he had built a whole bunch of houses in his travels, he's even built one on this damn planet! As much as he loves to train and laugh in Snare's face... He really just wished he could be there now. But that was a figment of his hopes, here was his structure and where was his plan. Thats it! A perfect message to those who live here once the city was rebuilt, for future generations of this planet to know who worked here and who lives here now. A namekian styled house would be perfect.

He quickly got to work, hopping onto the frames around the structure and proceeding to bend and break ones he needed to adjust or no longer required. Hopping off every so often to grab a new tool when a job arose which he couldn't simply use his fists for, climbing back up and making the tall building also as curved as possible. A first it looked a little like a cop-out, their houses seemed to very much imitate human houses, though in argument he was pretty sure namekian's were around first, but he was side-tracking his progress again! Was it so hard to concentrate? If Snare could do it then so could... What was Snare doing exactly.. Sax dangled from one of the frames upside down when he caught glance of Snares progress. The trooper was using his legs to compensate for the lack of an arm, smacking his foot with a hammer multiple times before slowly getting the hang of it. He wasn't sure if it was the consideration for something that he was making, or the competition that he had accepted naturally that was keeping him in such a calm and relaxed-ish state while making his own house. Sure he was hissing and foul-mouthing under his breath every single time he slipped up, but that's nothing in comparison to his usual antics, Sax really thought he would have destroyed half the construction site in fury already... He shouldn't really jinx it either.

He seemed to be getting the hang of it, Sax thinking a time when he had actually accomplished something as a moment to ask of his progress. 'So you have an idea..' He said it more as a statement than a question, he almost ate his words when he realised Snare would probably take it as a sign of Sax distracting him rather than just asking. He figured by making it sound so blunt Snare would be more prone to talk about his idea rather than think he was just checking up on him. His own idea was going well, trying to disguise its true nature to one of his own kind was going to be tough... But he trusted Snare was too confident in his own progress to go stealing his ideas. It only occurred to him after a few minutes of work what he was actually doing. He could make the house look like the ones back on home, sure, but how was he really going to finish it? It's not like the humans waltz around with spikes and moulding plates for namekian styled structures... He had to think, what was he going to use instead of the usual supplies he would have been provided. Continuing to hand from his building he took one of the support beams, clenching away at this place and that in attempt to shape it into a spike rather than a rectangle, this was going to be a lot harder than he thought too.

On the bright side it was nice to see Snare not complaining, keeping him quiet was a competition in himself, or at least quieter then he usually is. He seemed hard at work, genuinely enthusiastic once he realised he could nail a board within nailing his entire foot in the process. Sax was tempted to say something, though what response he would have to it came to mind every time he tried to form a sentence, reading each others thoughts it seemed as Snare hadn't even tired to throw a hint of anything his way either. He would give him the benefit of the doubt this time, let him get on with this work and for once fairly see who is the better builder.

Even if he did punch a hole into his first house.

[Snare]

So maybe silence wasn't exactly Snare's strong point, as he frequently found himself ranting in his mind or mumbling things even he didn't understand. But at least he was concentrating; or at least as focused as he could manage without tearing his head off in complete and utter boredom. To think he had just finished the corner as well; a solid ten minutes of pure concentration and silence. His eyes widened at the thought, a frown etching itself into his visage. He had to keep this up for eternity, it was going to be impossible! He was getting stressed just thinking about it, becoming antsy as he sat. If it took him ten minutes to do just one corner, it would take him a week to do the rest! Well, maybe he was exaggerating slightly, but it sure as hell felt like it would. Even then he wouldn't even have made a dent in completion of it all. Hell, he was sure that human homes were not just made out of wood. Snare let an exaggerated sigh escape his lips. This was ridiculous, why was he even trying? It was a competition, his mind reminded him gently, re sparking his need to win. Snare could only imagine the look on Saxophone's face when he finished, when he walked away from a building that any human would kill to live in. Yes, that was how it was going to end, he was going to make sure of it! With renewed vigour and peace of mind, Snare set off to another corner only slightly aggravated at having to travel there and back twice to get his shit.

If only montages worked for real; it would make this a lot easier than actually having to do it all.

Snare stepped back to admire his handwork about an hour later, officially done the frame; or at least that was his belief. He grinned stupidly, wanting to pose as he stared at it; perfection in a little wood form! Well... at least half of it was. Always the impatient one, about half way through he had started to lose whatever semblance of sanity and patience he had. He opted out of measuring the planks, of making the vertical supports straight, and putting nails in some places. Hell, he had even started to eyeball the distance between supports and even skip out on some. But it was standing, that had to count for something. He tilted his head slightly off of it's axis, slowly letting the actual frame sink in his mind. A frown was quick to form on his green lips as he stared at a particularly offended piece of wood. It was the vertical plank used as support on the corners; holding up a piece symmetrical to the bottom just ten times more sloppy. This single piece had not been cut, so it was no surprise the top jutted out at an uncomfortable angle. Snare briefly wondered why the hell the planks weren't all the same size; or would that just be too easy and actually make sense? Oh well, it was time to solve the problem.

The namekian scoffed lightly at how stupid the frame was being before grabbing the saw in his hand loosely. He would have to saw the extra bit off, and then it would probably look much better. With a nod he set forth, pacing up to the tall frame before placing the saw in his mouth; teeth grating uncomfortably against the metal. Placing his hand on one of the vertical planks, he began to shimmy and slowly pull himself up the twelve feet. Reaching the top moments later, he quickly straddled one of the horizontal planks and balanced himself as he pulled the saw from his mouth. Content the frame could hold his weight, he pressed the mouth of the saw against the wood and began to pull and push; it was an easy job. In hindsight, he had spoken much to soon. It was then that he heard the telltale snap of the wood beneath him. He didn't fall, so his first instinct was to remain as still as possible to make sure he didn't irritate the wood anymore with his weight. The wood had other plans and groaned beneath him before suddenly snapped right in half.

Snare hit the rubble strewn concrete with his face, not having enough arms to prevent it. He groaned lightly, shifting his head so his face was no longer swimming in rock. He didn't even get a moment to rest for moments later the saw he had thrown came screeching down and sliced cleanly through his left antenna. Shock set in first, causing his face to look bewildered as he stared at the tool. Then the pain caught up with him. Snare let a rather primitive howl of pain out, all pretenses of being quiet long gone. "Ow, shit. The hell? WHY!?" He stumbled to his feet and grasped uselessly at the spot where his antenna once was with his only hand. His pain quickly accelerated into anger, and his anger directed itself on the rather innocent frame of wood before him. The namekian charged forward, punching through the first plank and allowing the thrill of satisfaction to over come him. He looked at the rest of the frame and grinned; shit was going to get serious.

Moments later all suggestions of anything he may have made were gone; even the pile of materials were scrambled in his little hissyfit of frustration. His chest heaved as he looked around for any remnants; what he found was a single plank lying peacefully on the ground. With extra amounts of flourish, he picked it up and snapped it in half. Finally he had gotten revenge on that hellish structure for marring his face and amputating his antenna. He felt lopsided without it, even his senses seemed dull; it wasn't right! Snare would have continued his self pity and pouting, but he recalled Saxophone's presence and decided to stop acting like an 'animal'. The rather damaged and stub'd namekian turned to said man, but did everything in his power to not meet his eyes. The last thing he needed right now was any look of disappointment or disapproval. Snare stomped over to him, eyes trained on the ground with his brows furrowed in frustration. He slammed onto the ground with his butt before looking at what Sax had made with hidden awe. He looked off in the distance before submitting, wishing he could cross his arms against his chest. "This shit is stupid, way too easy for me, so I'll just help you with whatever... 'cause it looks like you need it." On no level did Snare think Sax needed his help, but that was as close as he could muster to 'please help me and teach me what to do'. He stared up at Saxophone with his hard black eyes, silently hoping for the accepting namekian he used to know; as well as trying to ignore the blood that was running down his face. It didn't work and he quickly found himself roughly rubbing at the blood by his mouth and eyes. "Fuckin' shit", he murmured with the sloppy grace he always did.

[Saxophone]

Sax had taken a moments peace, still upside down as he was simply too lazy to heave himself up or crumple into the ground from a foolish dismount. He had been resting for who knows how long trying to contemplate on how he was going to make a true namekian home. Sadly these annoying humans had nothing but poorly shaped metal and wooden planks to their name, not exactly the greatest thing to be making houses in when you are used to such higher end materials. The three domes were already in place, their circular appearance mimicked the human houses just as he presumed, were it not for the multiple layers and openings for prongs and orbed windows it would look just like one to be honest. Maybe he could have built it more like a memorial, rather than an actual house. Without the need for any kind of inside it would prove much more of an easy task in comparison to making something which he had to be sure didn't fall on its inhabitants. But the woman did ask for a house, by not making a house of some quality he wasn't exactly matching the task at hand...

Wait a second, why was he even bothered about what the human thought? If she didn't like it he could just destroy all the houses around his one, then it would be important. By god, he was starting to sound like Snare the more and more he stayed with the guy, but was that really a bad thing? His presence was familiar, and if it weren't for him he could be dead at the hands of some soldiers and tossed back into the forest by now. Though was that a worse fate than having to hang around with Snare... He chuckled at the childish thought, wondering how Snare was doing with his work though too lazy to open his eyes.

CRACK

CRASH

CLANG

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'What the!?' the noises felt almost physical, Sax falling into a heap on the floor before collecting himself quickly, looking over to the cause with a drawn out sigh and a grin of nostalgia. There he was, breaking what looked like a pretty good attempt, blood running down his face and the look on it mimicking flat-out lunacy. It wasn't the anger he saw before though, which is what made it so memorable, more like the anger he showed all those years ago to things which didn't go his way. The urge to laugh was there, the idea that his closest friend hadn't really changed as much as he thought was a comforting feeling to say the least, as what he saw before was something which was close to concerning. Though that no longer mattered, Snare had finished his warpath and looked to him, Sax in turn making haste to look like he was doing something rather than silently laughing at his fellow namekian's tendencies.

He picked himself up, sliding himself between two holdings as he checked them for sturdiness. Snare seemed to hobble over rather than walk, a few mumbles of disgust for his creation before plotting himself down in front of him in defeat. Sax looked to him with a raised brow, the guy hadn't even stopped looking at the ground, he could see his eyes trying to see past his forehead towards Sax and his creation. He couldn't help but chuckle slightly, not out of arrogance or fool-hardiness, he saw it coming... He didn't exactly know when it was going to happen but Snare had been quiet for way to long, and now he'd come back missing something else from his person.

'Don't have enough energy to grow that back either?' He said quietly as he carefully smacked a screw into place before spinning it into the support beam. 'You going for the left leg some time too?' He couldn't help it, the vulnerability of the guy right now was at an all time high, and surprisingly he did this too himself many a time before when he knew him. But Snare looked completely demoralised, fidgeting with his wound like a child. 'Come here..' He didn't really know why he was doing this, some sort of mentor urge kicked in as he exited his construction, taking off the cloth wrapped around his wrist before sizing it up to Snare's head. He presumed the namekian would be reluctant so decided to beat him to it.'Don't even, just stay still..' He titled Snares head slightly, wrapping the cloth around his forehead and pulling his functioning antenna from under it to dangle freely once more. He tied it up at the back, slicing the stray strands to satisfy his perfectionism of the wrapping. Taking a step back to look at the presumably unamused broken namekian once more. 'There... Now stop glaring.' He walked off to the side of his structure, bringing back a pile of metal sheets which he slammed in front of Snare. Motioning with his hands to shape them, then pointing to his building. Surely Snare would remember what their old houses looked like, right? If not then Sax hadn't done a very good job.

He ignored that he had just helped Snare like a parent, even like some sort of higher authority, but all he was going to do was sit there and complain about it. He shuffled back into his frame, realising from a larger perspective that he had done a lot more than he though he did, it was just the right orb and half of the centre orb that needed sheets over them now, then he could coat them like he did the other half already. He looked to Snare, with raised brows and a slight shrug he gestured a welcome to help him rather than verbally say it, in the end he didn't really have the muster right now to ask things of him.

It was up to him what he wanted to do, not like he cared.
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[Snare]

Evidently Saxophone never heard the idiom never to kick a dog when it's down, otherwise maybe he would have thought before provoking him. Snare glared him down, baring his canines like any feral animal would if it were being poked. He didn't even care for his primal tendencies anymore, it was this assholes fault! He always poked and prodded, did whatever he felt like really. Did Snare ever get such privileges? No, never. He was always quickly put in his place and taught 'right' from 'wrong'. This sure as hell was wrong, what gave Sax the right or superiority? He feared his eyes revealed how those simple words actual hurt; reminded him of the life he had to live as a mutant. Dubbed evil before growing, dubbed an outcast before living, forced by the sins of his father. He shook his head, erasing the memories before turning on Sax; needing an outlet of sorts. Not to mention he needed to defend himself, even if it what he said was an outright lie. He stood up quickly, hand still pressed against his head as he glared at Sax. His voice crackled lightly, and he wished he could just vaporize the namekian for a moment. "Maybe I just want a challenge you self-centered bastard." He noted how overused the b word was becoming, but really, Sax was well deserving of the new title.

Snare scoffed, wondering why he had even let the guy back into his life. The namekian was as arrogant as he was ignorant, and it bothered him to no ends. It didn't seem like Sax was aware that things were different, seemed more like the guy just wanted to slide back into some relationship they both outgrew; and Snare wasn't going to try and fit back into the little hole for his sake. He rolled his eyes at the very thought. He had grown up, maybe not the way anyone wanted him to, but it had happened and it was time for that to be acknowledged. Maybe this just wasn't supposed to happen, maybe one of them was supposed to die back there. He groaned, now feeling extremely negative and stupid; morbid also tagging along for the ride. Did he really wish that on them? Could he really live with himself after killing Saxophone? Probably, but live was a very loose term; he wasn't sure he could kill the self-inflated idol anymore than Saxophone could kill this war dog. Now that he had managed to spin around in his head and switch sides enough, he stopped trying to focus his thoughts and let his mind return to the familiar torrent.

Sax's voice broke through his thoughts, causing his brows to raise in a silent question. What was the purpose of getting any closer? The distance was more than suitable enough in his opinion. But he moved anyway and began to unfold a bandage. Snare's face was completely flabbergasted now; the man had gone from making fun of him to taking his injuries seriously? Maybe he wasn't the crazy one after all. "S'alright Sax, don't know what yo-" His deep grumblings were caught in his throat as the elder persisted, even so much as follow Snare's back step. Confusion was more engulfed him, covering him in a shrouded cloak. What was the bastard trying to get at? Was confusing the hell out of him really Sax's end goal? Because he was doing a pretty great job. Or was he trying to make him flustered? Check on that crap too, along with the feeling of being belittled; he was more than capable of covering his own wound... even if he hadn't done it immediately. He was so caught up in his mind that he was startled by the sudden clashing of noises. He blinked the fog from his eyes and stared at the metal sheets than Saxophone, who seemed to be making odd gestures with his hands... what?

Glancing behind Saxophone to the structure he decided to bite. "Now that you're done being... bipolar, what the hell are you building? What's with you and domes? You shouldda made a pyramid or somethin'. Humans don't have enough of 'em I've noticed." He sauntered - of course, he was still being careful of the injury in his left leg thanks to Saxophone - over the the metal sheets, picking one up and trying to balance it. That took to be a task in of itself. He shouldered it and walked over to one dome that didn't seem to be covered; he hoped it wouldn't be too far out of the box to assume that he was supposed to be doing this. As he rounded the structure something familiar rang from it, and he paused to tilt his head as if it would give him a better perspective. His brows shot up when the realization hit him, causing him to go through the motions of smacking his forehead but not actually hitting it due to the eing an amputee. If he had a ghost arm he was a hundred percent sure he had smacked himself with it. "Aw shit Sax!" He said with almost child-like wonder. "This is one of our houses, isn't it?" He asked rhetorically as he neared it, a feeling of refreshment seizing his body. "I haven't seen one of these guys since... well, you know." He said softly, placing the sheet against the house so he could feel the house. He smiled weakly at it, brushing his hand along the odd texture that seemed to scream home. "Can't believe I almost forgot what one of these guys looked like... I guess being holed up in that cell for so long made my image of 'home' not what it used to be. Shit," He paused briefly, allowing his voice to fade; "Looks just like I remember..."

Snare's face shifted slightly before a chuckle raising from his throat. "Kami. That sounded sappy as hell! Ahah!" He said, chuckling some more. "Just a crappy little house after all." He stated, reasoning his humor. Leaving a small smile on his face he went to one of the unfinished domes and began to contort the light mass into what was needed. All while trying to erase the happy memories of his past; he knew he was being unfairly biased as he knew he sure as hell had some painful memories.

[Saxophone]

Sax couldn't help but chuckle at the thought. One act of good nature and he's suddenly the bi-polar one? He didn't voice it, voicing many things would just spell ill tidings in many situations, Snare being one of them. In the end it was a little thing called consideration, hell, Sax was man enough to even call it concern for the namekian. None the less what he set out to do had been partially complete, Snare was only slightly furrowing his brows now... Which in terms of trying to cheer him up, if that's what you can call it, was a job well done in Sax's eyes. Much to his suprise the namekian didn't get it at first, in all honesty it brought a bit of a frown to his face, not that he would let Snare see. 'You sure?' He said in his common dark tone, giving him a second to give it a run over before he gave a second verdict.

Sax smiled when the content voice popped up in the background as he pressed the metal sheet against an open space. 'There 'ya go..' It was good to hear such a confident tone come from Snare for the first time since, well, the first time they've been back with one another. He was right though, the feel of it did bring it all back. Maybe that's why he was building it, did he subconsciously miss it enough to only be confident in rebuilding what he knew? On the other hand he could have just been thinking too much into it. It didn't take long for Snare to cover his tracks, slightly insulting the house. 'Just a house..' For the patriot who stood by these little things instead of running, he was being oddly negative about it, but he heard the satisfaction in his voice just for a moment. Thats all he needed to hear in the end.

As fun as it was trying to steer Snare from anger to anger, it was nice to have him helping again. With his aid it didn't take the whole contraption very long to be in a state of near completion. Rubbing his eyes to adjust his vision from the pitch black inside to the sunny outside, taking a few steps away from it so he could see it all in one glance. 'Hm..' He tapped his chin, what was missing? He couldn't exactly paint it white and give it shiny blue windows... Or could he.. 'It still doesn't look right..' He voiced his opinion, maybe Snare even had an idea. He felt like he had finished a project and didn't know what to do with it. A dog chasing a car and confused when he actually caught one.

He folded his arms, tapping his foot from Snares previous example while he pondered over it. What he was really doing was trying to avoid the thoughts in which it brought, the people he still needed to save and a friend he needed to rebuild a sense of trust with. Would they go back to their home planet once they were saved? Or would they just set up a home here instead.. He never even asked Snare what happened yet, was his planet even there any more? He avoided any information about it for so long he simply came to the conclusion that he didn't need it. Maybe now was a better time as any? He took a few more steps back, taking a seat on a stack of supplies while he eye balled his creation.

'Snare..' He played with his hands, he felt like bringing this up now was random but it was something he needed to know now that his race had become more of an importance, they were alive after all... Was a big difference from him presuming they were all dead and just move on with his planet to planet escapades. 'What happened..' He tried to be as exact as he could without his mind blocking the rest of his voice, looking over to him with a concerned face if anything... An odd sight to see with Sax to say the least, but this was serious, and if he didn't portray it Snare wouldn't take him seriously.

If he even took this seriously to begin with.

[Snare]

That wasn't exactly his finest move, he mused to himself as he changed and deformed the metal sheet in his hand. He didn't intend on getting all emotional over a stupid house, but something in him just ached at the familiarity. He missed those days, even if they weren't exactly the best moments in a life a person could have. Hell, most of the days that he wasn't facing complete social ostracism by his own community, he was either completely alone or being scolded for his child like behaviour. The namekian still faced that now, but at least back in the past there was a air of certainty about himself, his life, and even his purpose. Now that he had nothing to protect, no home to call his own, he couldn't help but feel burdened by the confusion... There it was again! He was doing it again! He was being a baby about life, complaining and fussing. Snare had nothing to be so negative about, through the whole endeavor he had only lost three people; one of which returned to him. So he was fortunate in comparison to most, fortunate that he had no friends or even a connection to his home, as weird as that seemed. He plucked another sheet of metal from the pile, oblivious to the air of serious that had dawned. It wasn't until Sax spoke that he felt it all.

"Snare... What happened...?"

The younger namekian quirked his brow upon hearing his name, looking over to Sax. "What's that- Oh..." He frowned as he looked to his older companion, concentration slipping and causing him to easily snap the sheet he was working on in half. His brows furrowed as he looked his old mentor dead in the eye, trying to see if he was really referring to it; apparently he was. It would make sense for him to ask considering that he left, probably without even looking back once. Snare found himself scoffing at the idea, dropping the fractured metal sheet to the ground carelessly. "Not sure you deserve to know to be honest..." He mused simply, any traces of the humor that had once lurked in his voice long gone as he looked off to the horizon. He didn't want to tell him out of spite, but he knew telling him would affect him even more. Nodding to himself as he reached a consensus, he looked back to Saxophone with hard eyes. "Tch, whatever, you'll get your story time." He mumbled, pacing toward Sax before sitting in front of him on the rubble, not once removing his gaze.

"Last time we met was before I went to defend our home, before you fled. Whelk came with me, wanted to protect me I guess. We waited weeks before the aliens finally showed, and boy were we surprised. It wasn't an army, hell, they had maybe two - three - dozen soldiers with them. It was them versus our entire civilization and they won. They killed most of us, enslaved the rest. I was one of the 'lucky' ones, that's what they liked to call us; the few survivors. Heh, so lucky. 'Lucky' enough to watch from a spaceship as they killed sons, brothers... fathers, without hesitation. Then for the finale their leader came out; destroyed the entire planet. One of the aliens said he was 'Lord Frieza'. They brought us 'lucky' ones to here; Earth, ruled by some human named Dr. Hypnos. He rules everything apparently. Whatever. We were brought here as slaves, put to work like dogs, and treated no better. The aliens eventually took interest in us; maybe it was the fact it took a lot to put us down for good. They especially loved the warriors. They started offering positions of power in Lord Frieza's army, roles for those they thought were loyal and capable. Those who went against this loyalty were punished, convinced to see the 'err of their way'. Eventually it ended up being a big competition between all of us; everyone fighting to see who would rise up first... free themselves. Nowadays it's not as bad as it used to be, or for me at least. I've gotten stronger, and soon enough I'll be able to get into Frieza's army... I'll finally get the respect I deserve, even if it's from a bunch of assholes rather than my own people, when I lose my slave status. It'll only get better from there, so many doors will open..."

Snare kept his voice even throughout the whole recount; but that was because none of what happened was personal, just vague facts everyone knew. He avoided the grisly tale of his father's death, avoided recalling the days and nights that drove him mad in complete solitude, avoided explaining the dark whispers that still lurked in his mind. He had gotten past that; and if he hadn't it was better to lock it away, far off in the dark recesses of his mind where he could forget. He was fine, great; perfect, even. He did not need a catharsis of his past. "Now that you're all up to speed we can finish that house-thing for the human female." He mumbled, showing his reluctance to continue with anywhere the previous subject was heading. Snare pushed himself off the ground, letting a sigh escape his lips as he struggled to his feet. Annoyance flitted through him, not the least be happy about his lame leg and absent arm. He grabbed the bandage off of his head, ripping it and letting it flutter to the ground. With a small grunt he regenerated his antenna, but remained stoic to feign that it did not take energy. He grabbed another sheet of metal; it was the last peace to the dome's wooden structure and he would be damned if he didn't finish it.

[Saxophone]

Snare told it how it was, and Sax listened carefully. In a way Snare was right, he didn't deserve to know, the woes and results of his departure were unknown to him because he was one of the only ones not to stay and fight. Though he was blessed with a hearing, a generalisation of the events which had passed from a probably dislocated perspective, he could see it in Snare's are that he had discarded what had happened long ago. The actions and turn of events he described instilled all sorts of expressions, from confusion to suprise, concern to anger. Snare wasn't exactly the best person to tell him what took place maybe, a patriot can never speak ill of what he protects after all, but none the less he was blunt... Exactly what Sax needed in this quite serious atmosphere which covered them as Snare talked.

He was a little stunned at first, took a while to set in that the planet he had lived on nearly his whole life no longer even existed, not to mention the sheer amount of casualties which came from these power hungry aliens to their soil. It made him think about how much they deserved in return, and with subtle comfort he relished the company he had, Snare would be a valuable brother and warrior when the time came to fight back. His new nature became clear also, the sudden outbursts of rage, the need to be the top of the pack even if it was just with Sax. Could he fix him? Was he even in right to claim Snare was in any way broken in the first place? He had changed in this time, maybe it was time to take note and be thankful for what he had with him, rather than think something would suddenly go back to normal after a few days.

He leaned forward, a subconscious note that he was unintentionally pressing the matter, which was more like sticking his nose into something Snare didn't really want to talk about in the first place. Snare retreated from the conversation, his armour locking down in front of any more pondering's Sax may have had, his time was up for now. 'Hm, the house..' Snare made a good point, even if it was a quick attempt at avoiding any more conversation on the previous matter. Sax decided to give the house a quick glance again, it seemed clear after giving himself a break from it. Snare seemed more than adamant to finish off the frame of the structure, while Sax took one of the larger ridge less support beams and bent it over his knee, placing it around the door opening to resemble the protruding arc which the houses back on Namek always seemed to have. Every little touch seemed to just make it look more and more like an actual namekian house rather than those silly dome houses the humans were making around them...

Funny he should think about it, there were a lot more people around them than there were a few minutes ago, not to mention that woman who seemed to be gazing at their masterpiece. 'What.. Is this?' The woman said with a surprised look on her face, it was pointy and round, sadly when she say it all she could picture was Lord Frieza's dome head. 'So you are one of his worshippers?' She said with a worried tone, taking a few steps back in slight fear of them suddenly. Sax was quite confused, scratching his head with a raised brow as he supported his building. 'It's a namekian house.. From Namek.' He decided to be obvious for the sake of her small brain power.

'What did you mean by his worshippers?' Sax was curious, the woman was generally horrified before he assured her otherwise. 'Freiza, the owner of earth?' Sax looked back to Snare, so this was the guy he had been talking about.. Sadly all he could picture in this serious situation was a big body with his house as its head, but he was contained enough to suppress any signs of humour. 'I see.. Don't worry, just a house.' The woman sighed with relief, her generally happy-go-lucky face returning to normal. 'Well it looks wonderful~' She said quickly before turning to flee back to her fellow humans. Sax looked back to Snare with a a confused look, grabbing some paint as he began to cover the brown surface in white. 'So you choose the army..' He said in a passively negative way, tilting his head around the building to catch glance of his brother at work. 'Is that you giving up?' It sounded quite harsh, but that's how he saw it. How could he even consider joining the ranks of the same people who destroyed him?

[Snare]

Keeping to his side, Snare was more than satisfied when Saxophone backed off; presenting no more questions. That was what he wanted anyway, last thing he needed to do was get into another argument with his past friend. Besides, there was just something about that guy that always pissed Snare off; it probably had something to do with how Sax always possessed a much more advanced capability to show dominance. Without violence too, which was a concept completely foreign and lost on the younger of the duo. He shook his head slightly, clearing his thoughts so his mind became a familiar hum of noise; he needed to look like he was too preoccupied to even bother with a conversation. So with that in mind he set himself to work, enjoying the calm that usually came with working with his hands (so long as everything went his way though). He tightened his grip on the sheet, his muscles flexing, before he propelled himself through the air. It was a little lopsided considering the limited pressure he could put on his left leg, but it still got him up the building. He layered the metal sheet over the last of the holes, and noted with some pride that it was a now a metal dome. Onto the next stage.

Snare was a bit more familiar with constructing namekian homes, but still it could hardly be knowledge. He could recall a few bits and pieces from his past, random steps in no apparent order. He could somewhat order them, but he was going to have to go with his gut and follow the few steps he saw Saxophone do. He gave himself an encouraging nod before shuffling forward on his butt and sliding off the side of the building. Not the best thing to do with a fucked up leg, but Snare never was one of the people who thought before acting. He winced and furrowed his brows as pain shot up his leg, tickling his spine painfully. Maybe he should start being one of those people. The young namekian ground his teeth and continued anyway, ready to make the ribs for the dome. He figured if he could give it a proper skeleton he could place another layer of metal sheets, but leave a hole at the top. He could then possibly pour concrete into the makeshift mold and then, tada! All would be complete and he could rub his accomplishment in Saxophone's face.

Snare set forward to finding thin pieces of steel, ready to start the 'ribbing' part of his plan. He didn't make it very far when a very familiar and annoying voice once more clawed at his ears. "Her..." He hissed, quickly turning on his heels to face the direction it came from. Both brows shot up at what he saw; a whole crowd of people with that lady in the front. Why the hell did that woman bring a groupie? No matter! He was going to get his revenge, maybe he could rip her arm off and see how well she worked. No, that would be too cruel as humans did not have the ability to regenerate. Maybe shave off her hair than? Human females did have an odd infatuation with the fur on their heads. Bunch of stupid monkeys really. He had just reached when she said something about Freiza owning Earth. His brows furrowed slightly - it was going to be his trademark at this rate - before scoffing. Showed how much the humans knew about their own freakin' planet.

Snare was about to leave and return to his little building challenge when Sax's voice rang out, catching his attention. He could hear the disapproval lacing his voice, almost smacking the younger namekian in the face. And then came the question, making Snare snap almost instantly. "Isn't that funny coming from a guy who never even tried." He grounded out slowly, venom lurking in his tone. Why had he let Saxophone back in his life, things had changed; too much had. He wasn't the same, he was sure he never would be, and Saxophone had quite a way of completely forgetting and ignoring that. "You weren't here, were you Saxophone? You didn't see what they did to us, didn't see what we did to each other to survive. Unlike you, we didn't have the easy way out." His voice was quickly raising, his ki spiking as he continued. "You can get off of your fucking high horse, you have no idea how hard it has been for me to even get this far." He gestured to around him with his single arm, his teeth grinding together. "And look at me! Helping the stupid creatures that did all this build a house! This isn't progress, it's completely pointless. Why the hell you wanted us to waste time doing this shit is beyond me, but of course you know best. Always do, isn't that right?" Snare asked rhetorically as he paused, causing air from his deprived lungs. And then he chuckled, madness once more leaking.

"You judge me, heh. You wouldn't have lasted as long as I have. The walls of my cell used to whisper to me y'know? It drove me insane. But it didn't break me, nope. I endured while my brothers screamed bloody murder around me. You would not have been able to deal with all the death, but I did. I survived, and I will continue to do that; if that means joining up in an army that will give me rights as a living being, and power to finally be recognized I'll do it in a heartbeat. There's nothing left to fight for anyway; everything I cared for is dead, so why should I give up my life? The last thing I have?" He nearly snarled, feeling emotions wash over him in a deadly current. His chest heaved as he tried to calm down a bit, trying not to start another fight knowing he would not be able to compete. "So before you say anything why don't you try to see things from my perspective. I'm a slave for fuck sakes. I have no say in anything, and the only reason I'm allowed this fake freedom is because they know I'll be back, I'll join Freiza. I stood up while I could, now I'll be reasonable and accept my fate." Righting his posture and pocketed his hand, he tried to control the rage that was nipping at his feet. "You got that, Sax? Just consider yourself fucking lucky; I had to for years." Tense could not even begin to describe him. He felt as though he was standing on a bladed edge, the red monster waiting for him to fall and unleash his unyielding rage.