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Post by Chomei on Dec 28, 2022 17:38:11 GMT -5
“... I never got my fuckin drink,” He realized, the words leaving Choh’s mouth somewhat crackly.
It’d been a few hours since Choh had stumbled across the Dragonbelly, stumbled across old memories, more ancient than he cared to recall. He still caught himself flexing his right hand, as though itching for a fight. The stars were hidden behind a veil of darkness, the city's light too bright to allow the cosmos to seep in. The neon light of countless signs all around cast a multicolored glow, ambiently onto the white stone of the surrounding streets.
He’d been wandering aimlessly among the crowds for a while now. Lost in thoughts, no longer muddled by the fogginess of a dozen drinks. He half regretted helping that kid. The clearness of his mind then was nowhere to be found now. …No, that’s not true, Helping that kid was the right thing to do. It had felt right.
He couldn't say that about much these days. Regardless, it didn't fix his all-too-lucid mind. Memory of his family and promises flashed briefly, before he pushed them right back into the dark crevices they’d come from. It had been growing increasingly worse, the more time he walked. It wasn't helped that he was beginning to feel a wave of displeasure approaching from his growing hangover. He hadn't felt one of those in months. It was a bizarre, uncomfortable feeling.
“Screw it,” He grumbled suddenly. Leaping past the crowd, pushing through the vast streams of people, his bleary eyes scanned for the first Bar they could find. They stopped on a small tavern called the “Pink Palace”. It didn't sound like a particularly good bar, but he wasn't being picky right now. Quickly entering, he felt himself become slightly disheartened. It was clean, which, for a bar, meant only one thing. No one drank here. That had its own implications—Maybe this was one of those “shady” fake business places. Maybe it was just a shit bar. Choh didn't care, he badly needed something to drink.
Nobody stood at the front, though, there was a bell on the bar table there, which Choh assumed would summon forth someone with drink. He tapped it lightly, around twenty times, hoping someone would quickly show up.
It’d been a few hours since Choh had stumbled across the Dragonbelly, stumbled across old memories, more ancient than he cared to recall. He still caught himself flexing his right hand, as though itching for a fight. The stars were hidden behind a veil of darkness, the city's light too bright to allow the cosmos to seep in. The neon light of countless signs all around cast a multicolored glow, ambiently onto the white stone of the surrounding streets.
He’d been wandering aimlessly among the crowds for a while now. Lost in thoughts, no longer muddled by the fogginess of a dozen drinks. He half regretted helping that kid. The clearness of his mind then was nowhere to be found now. …No, that’s not true, Helping that kid was the right thing to do. It had felt right.
He couldn't say that about much these days. Regardless, it didn't fix his all-too-lucid mind. Memory of his family and promises flashed briefly, before he pushed them right back into the dark crevices they’d come from. It had been growing increasingly worse, the more time he walked. It wasn't helped that he was beginning to feel a wave of displeasure approaching from his growing hangover. He hadn't felt one of those in months. It was a bizarre, uncomfortable feeling.
“Screw it,” He grumbled suddenly. Leaping past the crowd, pushing through the vast streams of people, his bleary eyes scanned for the first Bar they could find. They stopped on a small tavern called the “Pink Palace”. It didn't sound like a particularly good bar, but he wasn't being picky right now. Quickly entering, he felt himself become slightly disheartened. It was clean, which, for a bar, meant only one thing. No one drank here. That had its own implications—Maybe this was one of those “shady” fake business places. Maybe it was just a shit bar. Choh didn't care, he badly needed something to drink.
Nobody stood at the front, though, there was a bell on the bar table there, which Choh assumed would summon forth someone with drink. He tapped it lightly, around twenty times, hoping someone would quickly show up.
PL: 6,826
WC: 379
Notes: Chomei doesnt use Ki. His appearance is that of a ragged, homeless man with pink hair. He makes no active effort to suppress his power level, and he has not registered as a ki user.
