Post by Celerous on Oct 7, 2022 21:25:01 GMT -5
Even with green water, Namek's oceans were gorgeous. The way the waters gently crested against the shoreline set Celerous at ease, and the crash of the waterfall filled him with a sense of vigor. Namek was, simply put, a paradise. Celerous loved the Earth, would only ever be able to call Earth home, but he wished his blue planet shared in Namek's untouched wilderness. Gone was the smog that clogged the blue skies of his home planet. Gone was the murk and trash that filled their oceans.
Namek was a place without these things, and the young hybrid couldn't help but feel an odd pang of jealousy about that.
Celerous stood on a ledge that overlooked the waterfall, or rather, overlooked the actual drop below. He was, as usual, dressed simply in his flannel, jeans, and boots. An odd choice for Namek, considering the vast difference in fashion and style, but Celerous didn't exactly own Namekian clothes. Nor did he think he'd look good in them.
Also it might have been cultural appropriation if he did wear them.
With the suns high in the sky, Celerous had chosen this place to practice his kata: the foundational movements that the Dragon School was built upon. It was too specific, too choreographed to be of any real use in a fight, but that wasn't the point anyways. The exact movements themselves weren't important, so much as practicing moving his body with precision was. It built muscle memory, so that his body might move on its own in a fight.
Or so he was told. Regardless, it was calming. Like meditating, except that meditating never did anything for him. It was too hard to clear his mind while he was standing still. But while he was moving, solely focused on his kata? That was when he could truly "meditate," if he could really call it that. It gave him that sense of peace he sorely needed, after the disaster in East City. But he didn't want to think about that now.
So Celerous simply continued practicing his kata, unaware of anyone who might be around.
Namek was a place without these things, and the young hybrid couldn't help but feel an odd pang of jealousy about that.
Celerous stood on a ledge that overlooked the waterfall, or rather, overlooked the actual drop below. He was, as usual, dressed simply in his flannel, jeans, and boots. An odd choice for Namek, considering the vast difference in fashion and style, but Celerous didn't exactly own Namekian clothes. Nor did he think he'd look good in them.
Also it might have been cultural appropriation if he did wear them.
With the suns high in the sky, Celerous had chosen this place to practice his kata: the foundational movements that the Dragon School was built upon. It was too specific, too choreographed to be of any real use in a fight, but that wasn't the point anyways. The exact movements themselves weren't important, so much as practicing moving his body with precision was. It built muscle memory, so that his body might move on its own in a fight.
Or so he was told. Regardless, it was calming. Like meditating, except that meditating never did anything for him. It was too hard to clear his mind while he was standing still. But while he was moving, solely focused on his kata? That was when he could truly "meditate," if he could really call it that. It gave him that sense of peace he sorely needed, after the disaster in East City. But he didn't want to think about that now.
So Celerous simply continued practicing his kata, unaware of anyone who might be around.
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