Death in the Air Oct 25, 2021 13:02:58 GMT -5
Post by Taori on Oct 25, 2021 13:02:58 GMT -5
|TAORI'S PL: 56,000|
|ACTIVE TRANSFORMATIONS: None|
It was patently clear that nothing was truly meant to survive in a place like this. Taori knew that much as he arrived in the ruined city, a place ravaged by both time and wars alike. He didn't know the full story of the place, but he'd fought his fair share of battles against Tuffles in the sprawling streets back in the days before the ceasefire. He'd seen people he knew died, and ended the lives of people he'd never know the names of. Each memory was equally as haunting as the last, though he didn't allow those memories to bother him all too much this time, as he stepped inside and took in a deep breath.
There was always... A strange scent in the air, here. Taori always wondered if it was the lingering ghost of a Destron Gas attack. He'd never had the gas used against him directly, but he'd heard plenty of horror stories. It sounded like the most awful way to go imaginable - and he preferred not to find out what it was like. Whatever that smell was, he didn't think it'd be worth it to find its source.
He was here to find something, though. After his discussion with Amara, Taori had... Reached out. To her brother. It was tricky to figure out how to send a message, but he'd done so through his scouter. All he'd told Korado was a time and place to meet, and that he was only looking to talk about things. It likely sounded suspicious, but Taori wasn't sure how much information he should really be divulging over the scouter, where it had the smallest chance of being intercepted by someone.
For now, the Saiyan waited, leaning against the decayed ruins of a concrete building, his scouter on and eyes and ears open for anyone who might arrive, whether it was Korado or someone else.