Post by Erebos on Jan 5, 2023 0:03:09 GMT -5
Thread Power Level: 101,000 | [UT] Ki Control in effect! Sensed PL: 5,000
Another sunny day. Calm and beautiful, as most were. Most demons, big or small, would probably find such things disgusting. Harmful to the eyes, or even so charming it hurt. Erebos was different, though. He saw the peace and quiet as the most chaotic thing possible. All these powerful warriors, guarding all these wise sages. They could attack anyone they wanted; sow chaos and war among their populace, and yet they refused. To do nothing with your wisdom aside from learn more. To use your power to gain more, and then use that gain to defend others. It was perfectly backwards!
Erebos walked among the Namekian capital with this mindset firmly in place, his freshly made gi having taken over for his usual armored persona. He walked with a pep in his step, a woven basket under his arm, filled with goodies. Fruits and veggies, a loaf of bread wrapped in some sort of wax, and what looked to be some freshly picked spices.
The Shadowmancer was preparing for a feast of some kind. In truth, his birthday was coming soon, and he was going to invite a bunch of friends over to celebrate. That, and to show off his cooking skills a bit. He'd gotten rather good at it lately, what with the lack of shadow magic. Maybe they'd appreciate it.
"Eugh. Talk about a bad deal."
He picked up a purple, banana-shaped fruit from a foreign world, turning over the bushel in his hand with a bit of a sour look. "Kanassan fruits are usually priced better, you know. On account of them being a mildly harmful substance?"
The shopkeep of that particular stall swiped the fruits back, and cursed at him in a language he did not speak, before closing a curtain. How odd, considering he had other customers to attend to.
"Tch. Talk about Dramatic."
With that, he continued down the market district, looking for other bits and bobs for his birthday dinner.
Erebos walked among the Namekian capital with this mindset firmly in place, his freshly made gi having taken over for his usual armored persona. He walked with a pep in his step, a woven basket under his arm, filled with goodies. Fruits and veggies, a loaf of bread wrapped in some sort of wax, and what looked to be some freshly picked spices.
The Shadowmancer was preparing for a feast of some kind. In truth, his birthday was coming soon, and he was going to invite a bunch of friends over to celebrate. That, and to show off his cooking skills a bit. He'd gotten rather good at it lately, what with the lack of shadow magic. Maybe they'd appreciate it.
"Eugh. Talk about a bad deal."
He picked up a purple, banana-shaped fruit from a foreign world, turning over the bushel in his hand with a bit of a sour look. "Kanassan fruits are usually priced better, you know. On account of them being a mildly harmful substance?"
The shopkeep of that particular stall swiped the fruits back, and cursed at him in a language he did not speak, before closing a curtain. How odd, considering he had other customers to attend to.
"Tch. Talk about Dramatic."
With that, he continued down the market district, looking for other bits and bobs for his birthday dinner.