Post by Cato on Sept 16, 2022 17:43:12 GMT -5
HUNT FOR MEANING
| Cato's PL: 16,000 |
| Cato's PL: 16,000 |
Cato felt her eyes falling shut as she lay atop a roll of hay, watching in thorough boredom as one of the local farmers went about his daily drudgery. He had agreed to let Cato observe his daily work, perhaps partially out of fear given she showed up shortly after he began his morning rounds, wearing a ubiquitous alien set of armour and hovering a foot off of the ground. She hadn't really meant to intimidate him, but she wasn't going to complain if it got her what she wanted. Even if she had long since regretted the trip to begin with. She plucked a piece of hay out of the roll and began to grind it between her teeth, almost entirely just to have something to pass the time.
The jungle hadn't provided her every answer she wanted on these Earthlings. She wanted to know how they lived, what they did, and -- perhaps most importantly -- what they took meaning out of. She had never had occasion to care much for people like this, and a click of her scouter had confirmed that this particular farmer was only in this world but for an idle flick of her finger. They were a fragile people, and she couldn't see the appeal in driving around a crude tractor or tending to livestock, day in and day out. She doubted very much if this man ever had a day off, and yet all his toil in the fields hadn't earned him the strength of a tenth of a Saibaman.
It was all very odd, and Cato found herself staring upwards into the sky, watching the clouds more than she watched him proceed through her work. Every now and again, she flicked her hand up, releasing a blast of ki into the air, creating makeshift fireworks across the dimming sky as dusk approached. It startled the farmer, but he had the sense not to tell her to stop. At least, she thought that was good sense. Even Saiyans didn't often talk back to those magnitudes stronger than them, at least if they valued their heads.
Cato wrinkled her nose at that. She had to suppose there was some sort of courage in being able to carry on a full day of work with an unknown alien looming over you.
She pushed the thought away, and aimed a new series of blasts into the sky. Each sphere of ki exploded just beneath the clouds, showering the air in fractals of energy which dissipated before they reached the ground.
The jungle hadn't provided her every answer she wanted on these Earthlings. She wanted to know how they lived, what they did, and -- perhaps most importantly -- what they took meaning out of. She had never had occasion to care much for people like this, and a click of her scouter had confirmed that this particular farmer was only in this world but for an idle flick of her finger. They were a fragile people, and she couldn't see the appeal in driving around a crude tractor or tending to livestock, day in and day out. She doubted very much if this man ever had a day off, and yet all his toil in the fields hadn't earned him the strength of a tenth of a Saibaman.
It was all very odd, and Cato found herself staring upwards into the sky, watching the clouds more than she watched him proceed through her work. Every now and again, she flicked her hand up, releasing a blast of ki into the air, creating makeshift fireworks across the dimming sky as dusk approached. It startled the farmer, but he had the sense not to tell her to stop. At least, she thought that was good sense. Even Saiyans didn't often talk back to those magnitudes stronger than them, at least if they valued their heads.
Cato wrinkled her nose at that. She had to suppose there was some sort of courage in being able to carry on a full day of work with an unknown alien looming over you.
She pushed the thought away, and aimed a new series of blasts into the sky. Each sphere of ki exploded just beneath the clouds, showering the air in fractals of energy which dissipated before they reached the ground.