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Post by Ryuseki on Mar 29, 2023 11:27:18 GMT -5
Ryuseki had fully healed from his escapades a week or so prior in the slums of the Ajisa Continent, on a bounty hunt to take out raiders. Needless to say, things didn't go exactly as he had planned. Lucky for him he had made some money on blackjack and got his upfront half, so he felt he had earned a little bit of rest and relaxation. He unwrapped the gauze around his ribs to reveal his wounds were gone completely, thanks in part to a Namekian child named Keytar he met, playing in the slums.
"Might have to pay that stupid brat a visit and learn that technique," he thought.
The scene was a serene one. Ryuseki definitely preferred noise, chaos and battle -- but he hadn't really taken any time to chill out since he touched down on Namek. It had been pedal to the metal. He was still recovering and regaining his energies from the trip over from Gemoon. So he decided to have a little rockstar picnic by the Fluud Waterfall. "Kill two birds with one stone. Get some rest, and check out the scenes. Maybe bring a slimmie here one day. Slimmies love waterfalls...Oh yeah!" he said to himself.
He laid out a huge black towel on the ground, with a skull and two machetes draped in orange fire woven into the design of it. He took out a bottle of wine and a bento box from a satchel and leaned back on his forearms with his head to the sky. "Ahh, the spoils of combat," he thought. He rolled over and turned on a bluetooth music player he had inside the satchel. Old school rock and roll music played as he poured himself a glass of wine and began to eat some katsu chicken. It was a good week when Ryuseki could make some money cracking heads "fair and square" without having to rob anybody. "I can feel myself getting stronger, faster," he thought. "Soon, I'll be ready to really do damage on this planet. I'll be the most notorious badass Porunga and his constituents have ever seen."
"I need to get eyes on this Guru character Nero I keep hearing about. Gotta get a read on the big dogs around here so that I can plan my best way forward towards the gold and the glory... Even if I work from the shadows, it's important to know the lay of the land that I'm dealing on." He took a sip of his wine and ate a couple of pieces of sushi. The rock music continued to play and he sang along.
"Silky white, those doves can fly!
The armaments of Malachi!
No one knows their destination
They're off to war, it's no vacatioonnnnn!
Na na na na na na na
Ladi da da broken sky!"
"These Mazoku boys seem like an interesting clan as well...I don't play well with others... and I don't do good with authority -- so I don't know if they're my speed. I need to learn more about these clans and their motivations," he thought. "Who really has the juice around this place?" It was time to start concocting a grand scheme. The money wasn't going to make itself.
Ryuseki drank more of his wine and looked up in the sky, noticing a couple of ships flying by. He also saw two or three Namekians flying intently in the same direction. He watched the clouds go along and pondered more about the events of the last week. "I wonder whatever happened to Shroom and his boys. That old dude lured us into a death trap... But you can't take the Chohan of The Eighth Ray that easy, ha ha, oh no!" Baltimore said aloud, dipping his onigiri in a sauce made from tamarind paste and coconut aminos.
The food was so good, and the wine was hitting just right -- the music was flowing... it was making him excited! He stood up and spun around as he continued to sing with the music that played on the speaker. He threw some punches and kicks and jumped up and down, performing for an audience of none. Shadowboxing and air guitar went together like pinot grigio and a bento box. He grunted, shouted and sang as he let off crazy flurries into the open air, in front of the gorgeous backdrop of the Fluud Waterfall's crashing waves...
"The world singing my praiiiiises,
The world singing my praiiiiises
Sell my soul your honor! Whoa whoa whoa ---
Sell my soul to the dark for immortality!"
His Jasperblood Stone began to warm up and pulsate in his pocket, which brought a pause to his performative song and dance. What was it trying to tell him? Was there someone nearby? Is there a creature in the area he needed to keep his antennas up for? He turned the music down and tuned into the silence to try and get a sense of what was going on in the area...
"Might have to pay that stupid brat a visit and learn that technique," he thought.
The scene was a serene one. Ryuseki definitely preferred noise, chaos and battle -- but he hadn't really taken any time to chill out since he touched down on Namek. It had been pedal to the metal. He was still recovering and regaining his energies from the trip over from Gemoon. So he decided to have a little rockstar picnic by the Fluud Waterfall. "Kill two birds with one stone. Get some rest, and check out the scenes. Maybe bring a slimmie here one day. Slimmies love waterfalls...Oh yeah!" he said to himself.
He laid out a huge black towel on the ground, with a skull and two machetes draped in orange fire woven into the design of it. He took out a bottle of wine and a bento box from a satchel and leaned back on his forearms with his head to the sky. "Ahh, the spoils of combat," he thought. He rolled over and turned on a bluetooth music player he had inside the satchel. Old school rock and roll music played as he poured himself a glass of wine and began to eat some katsu chicken. It was a good week when Ryuseki could make some money cracking heads "fair and square" without having to rob anybody. "I can feel myself getting stronger, faster," he thought. "Soon, I'll be ready to really do damage on this planet. I'll be the most notorious badass Porunga and his constituents have ever seen."
"I need to get eyes on this Guru character Nero I keep hearing about. Gotta get a read on the big dogs around here so that I can plan my best way forward towards the gold and the glory... Even if I work from the shadows, it's important to know the lay of the land that I'm dealing on." He took a sip of his wine and ate a couple of pieces of sushi. The rock music continued to play and he sang along.
"Silky white, those doves can fly!
The armaments of Malachi!
No one knows their destination
They're off to war, it's no vacatioonnnnn!
Na na na na na na na
Ladi da da broken sky!"
"These Mazoku boys seem like an interesting clan as well...I don't play well with others... and I don't do good with authority -- so I don't know if they're my speed. I need to learn more about these clans and their motivations," he thought. "Who really has the juice around this place?" It was time to start concocting a grand scheme. The money wasn't going to make itself.
Ryuseki drank more of his wine and looked up in the sky, noticing a couple of ships flying by. He also saw two or three Namekians flying intently in the same direction. He watched the clouds go along and pondered more about the events of the last week. "I wonder whatever happened to Shroom and his boys. That old dude lured us into a death trap... But you can't take the Chohan of The Eighth Ray that easy, ha ha, oh no!" Baltimore said aloud, dipping his onigiri in a sauce made from tamarind paste and coconut aminos.
The food was so good, and the wine was hitting just right -- the music was flowing... it was making him excited! He stood up and spun around as he continued to sing with the music that played on the speaker. He threw some punches and kicks and jumped up and down, performing for an audience of none. Shadowboxing and air guitar went together like pinot grigio and a bento box. He grunted, shouted and sang as he let off crazy flurries into the open air, in front of the gorgeous backdrop of the Fluud Waterfall's crashing waves...
"The world singing my praiiiiises,
The world singing my praiiiiises
Sell my soul your honor! Whoa whoa whoa ---
Sell my soul to the dark for immortality!"
His Jasperblood Stone began to warm up and pulsate in his pocket, which brought a pause to his performative song and dance. What was it trying to tell him? Was there someone nearby? Is there a creature in the area he needed to keep his antennas up for? He turned the music down and tuned into the silence to try and get a sense of what was going on in the area...
PL: 22,000
WC: 832
WC: 832
