Post by Dion on Nov 23, 2021 2:56:42 GMT -5
If one were to be aware of Dion's heavily intertwined past with himself and the many upper-ranking royals of the Saiyan empire in tandem with the many actions having been taken since childhood in order to avoid having to deal with the potentiality of their presence ever again, one would naturally assume that in light of not only his six month kidnapping and imprisonment on the planet he had sought to avoid in the first place but as well as the revelation of Amara's abrupt passing would be more than enough to force the young man off the planet as soon as he was able to do so.
But, to his slight dismay (although he fully understood the need to), Carro asked kindly for his older brother to hold off for at least a little while- if not to assure that his injuries did not endanger him amidst cosmic traversal but then to at least give Carro the opportunity to resupply for their journey back home. In all honesty it just sounded like the younger Hofferson needed a bit of time to clear his mind, but then again, the sentiment could be said for both rather than one or the other.
Accepting his brother's terms, Dion, after accompanying Carro for much of his errand-running, decided to move about the area by himself for a little while. While he hated to leave his little brother alone any longer than he needed to, considering he had been torn away from his company for, again, nearly half a year, self reflection was something the currently-in-turmoil bartender sorely needed.
So, wanting to do his whole "self-reflection" bit somewhere he felt a bit more at home in, the young man found himself amidst a very familiar bustling atmosphere- that of course being the Sadala Capital. Mostly fond memories surprisingly had founded themselves within the many alleyways and streets of the hectic metropolis, though even they could not shake the feeling of somberness that held Dion tightly within its grasp.
The chaos acted nicely as white noise though, the young man thought, as he drifted amongst the crowded sidewalk, looking completely unassuming as he did. He was not particularly eye-catching by nature, and considering he was trying not to rouse any attention, it made it quite easy for Dion to make his way downtown, walking fast, with faces passing without a second thought.
He wasn't exactly sure where he was headed, mostly allowing the current of the crowd to push him along as he himself began to get lost within his thoughts, grief-stricken recollection clouding most of his sensory faculties until all the sudden-
Dion found himself nearing the center of the city.
Which was a problem for, obvious reasons.
As though by instinct Dion held an obviously wounded grimace as his gaze set itself upon the sight of the center of royalty before him. How much pain, how much suffering had he sustained from those who remained inside those haughty castle walls?
The young man started to find himself lost once more within his mind, and was most definitely staring far too long at the fortuitous citadels before him to any outsider's perspective..
Taori
But, to his slight dismay (although he fully understood the need to), Carro asked kindly for his older brother to hold off for at least a little while- if not to assure that his injuries did not endanger him amidst cosmic traversal but then to at least give Carro the opportunity to resupply for their journey back home. In all honesty it just sounded like the younger Hofferson needed a bit of time to clear his mind, but then again, the sentiment could be said for both rather than one or the other.
Accepting his brother's terms, Dion, after accompanying Carro for much of his errand-running, decided to move about the area by himself for a little while. While he hated to leave his little brother alone any longer than he needed to, considering he had been torn away from his company for, again, nearly half a year, self reflection was something the currently-in-turmoil bartender sorely needed.
So, wanting to do his whole "self-reflection" bit somewhere he felt a bit more at home in, the young man found himself amidst a very familiar bustling atmosphere- that of course being the Sadala Capital. Mostly fond memories surprisingly had founded themselves within the many alleyways and streets of the hectic metropolis, though even they could not shake the feeling of somberness that held Dion tightly within its grasp.
The chaos acted nicely as white noise though, the young man thought, as he drifted amongst the crowded sidewalk, looking completely unassuming as he did. He was not particularly eye-catching by nature, and considering he was trying not to rouse any attention, it made it quite easy for Dion to make his way downtown, walking fast, with faces passing without a second thought.
He wasn't exactly sure where he was headed, mostly allowing the current of the crowd to push him along as he himself began to get lost within his thoughts, grief-stricken recollection clouding most of his sensory faculties until all the sudden-
Dion found himself nearing the center of the city.
Which was a problem for, obvious reasons.
As though by instinct Dion held an obviously wounded grimace as his gaze set itself upon the sight of the center of royalty before him. How much pain, how much suffering had he sustained from those who remained inside those haughty castle walls?
The young man started to find himself lost once more within his mind, and was most definitely staring far too long at the fortuitous citadels before him to any outsider's perspective..
Taori
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