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Post by Pracross on Oct 3, 2021 1:07:39 GMT -5
Dusting Off Those Old Dancin’ Shoes
Pracross - Saiyan - 35,000 PL
6/6 KP - 0/6 MP -0% - Base Form
Things were really starting to take off on Plant. The war was in full swing, meaning the call for warriors was at the highest demand it could possibly be. The trip home, one Pracross had hoped would be fruitful and joyous, ended up being quite upsetting. His mother had re-enlisted into the Saiyan army to help bring a new home for the race that was now without a home. She had broken the promise she had made to her husband, a secret that lead to Pracross fleeing away from home. He came back in time to wish her luck, but he did not wish to stay on Plant to see her off. Instead, the two parted ways. Pracross climbed back in his shuttle and took off for Earth once more, trying to hide his sadness with his favorite pastime: brawling.
While in the shuttle, Pracross sent out a message to a few people he knew on Earth, explaining that he couldn’t wait to see them, but none most than the sword fighter the Saiyan had befriended at the martial arts tournament. The Saiyan had sent out a formal request for the person in question to meet with him upon his landing on Earth. The message came with coordinates and a request for snacks in case the afternoon got rowdy. Being a fellow warrior, Pracross assumed that Fend would understand the desire for a reunion the way Saiyans do, even if their blood was not the same. Pride and pristine skill called for the same means of training, after all.
Nearly a day later, Pracross was caught in Earth’s atmosphere. Those who looked to the sky could see a comet in the clear day, heading for the forest Pracross called home. With a loud crash and a small dirt storm, the attack shuttle landed. Wrapping up the packing process, the Saiyan stowed away his pod and set to the skies for a quick look around to find his home base. Pracross wasn’t an expert of Korin woods just yet, but he was getting to know the landmarks well. It didn’t take long for the oddly dressed vagabond to find his favorite clearing.
Lowering to the floor of the forest, Pracross set his feet firmly atop a boulder placed in the center of the circle. Eyeing about the forest grounds, it was just how he remembered it. Brush and berries stood side by side with tall trees to cover the outer perimeter, leaving small gaps for animals to come in and out to feast or rest their heads in the sea of flowers that covered grassy earth below, making perfect (if not a little itchy) pillows. To watch over it all was a large rock, standing as a golem amidst the small field, watching over and casting judgment on anyone who dared to harm the place. As of yet, the only sign of man to come through this forest was Pracross and his lone hammock he had hung up between the two tallest trees, allowing the Saiyan to stare out into the infinite forest for hours at a time - assuming it didn’t rain.
As nice as it was to be home, Pracross didn’t have this location on his mind simply because it was home. This was where the coordinates lead and Pracross was growing impatient with waiting, even though he had just arrived. This was a meeting the Saiyan had been anticipated since the tournament ended. With new tricks in his pocket and a bit of steam to blow off, Pracross was excited to see his rival again - be this a fighting occasion or relaxed one. Even enjoying a beer with a friend at a time like this would make today a great one.
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