Post by Vocado on Nov 8, 2022 3:39:07 GMT -5
The wastes were no place for civilization.
But they were not always wastes. Not all of it, anyways. Before the destron, before the Saiba beasts infested the land, the acid-swathed lakes were home to many old Saiyan homes. In the wild frontier, before Sadala was conquered and coined, noble houses vied for power in the wilderness. The Bonewoods were one such clan, and a claim they certainly staked.
Sitting atop a massive cliffside, the Bonewood Manor rested. Wood more solid than Earthen Oak, imported fresh from their homeworld, fashioned the walls that stood until even now. Fenced in a small grove beside the property lay the few remaining Bonewood trees. Shriveled and half-alive, these trees were the only proof of their commercial success before the calamity.
Vocado wasn't here for that. Not tonight, anyways. As the thick storm clouds rolled overhead, he knew, somewhere deep within, that something important waited for him in the bowels of the home.
He wasn't sure what exactly, but with the growing unrest in his heart, he knew he needed to find some semblance of direction. Some sense of purpose. If he could find that, he'd be ready for Lottus.
Leaning against the door, he hid himself from the slight drizzle that'd begun. Rain was no problem, but acid rain? Best to avoid it.
As much as he wanted to kick it in, he held his breath for just a moment. Someone needed to be here with him. With Pitt gone and Ise a lifetime away, he had one choice. Not a bad one, by any means, but he wished deep down that he could've had just a handful more family around.
Kabe would receive a message.
"Hey, kid. Bring an umbrella tonight. And don't take too long, either. It's getting cold out here."
Now, to wait.
But they were not always wastes. Not all of it, anyways. Before the destron, before the Saiba beasts infested the land, the acid-swathed lakes were home to many old Saiyan homes. In the wild frontier, before Sadala was conquered and coined, noble houses vied for power in the wilderness. The Bonewoods were one such clan, and a claim they certainly staked.
Sitting atop a massive cliffside, the Bonewood Manor rested. Wood more solid than Earthen Oak, imported fresh from their homeworld, fashioned the walls that stood until even now. Fenced in a small grove beside the property lay the few remaining Bonewood trees. Shriveled and half-alive, these trees were the only proof of their commercial success before the calamity.
Vocado wasn't here for that. Not tonight, anyways. As the thick storm clouds rolled overhead, he knew, somewhere deep within, that something important waited for him in the bowels of the home.
He wasn't sure what exactly, but with the growing unrest in his heart, he knew he needed to find some semblance of direction. Some sense of purpose. If he could find that, he'd be ready for Lottus.
Leaning against the door, he hid himself from the slight drizzle that'd begun. Rain was no problem, but acid rain? Best to avoid it.
As much as he wanted to kick it in, he held his breath for just a moment. Someone needed to be here with him. With Pitt gone and Ise a lifetime away, he had one choice. Not a bad one, by any means, but he wished deep down that he could've had just a handful more family around.
Kabe would receive a message.
"Hey, kid. Bring an umbrella tonight. And don't take too long, either. It's getting cold out here."
Now, to wait.
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[ITEM] Scouter used to make a voice message with attached coordinates for Kabe
[ITEM] Scouter used to make a voice message with attached coordinates for Kabe