Post by Dion on Feb 14, 2024 21:00:59 GMT -5
The triple threat heat of planet Namek's trio of afternoon suns beat down on the back of the currently laboring off-duty bartender mercilessly. The currently shirtless young man wiping the growing sweat off his brow as he continued to cut down trunk after trunk of recently collected Namekian lumber in an almost rhythmic fashion, ripping in half several trunks in a single go at a steady, laidback pace. At least up until he got the call from Amara to come inside, that is.
Dion was never the gritty, outdoorsman type. Sure, he loved nature, and enjoyed spending some quality time away from the hustle and bustle of the modern backdrops that he frequented every now and then, but he wouldn't consider himself anywhere near the survivalist type. The most he ever went to do was collect some timber from the nearby forest for both firewood and Diono's refurbishing purposes (as the bulk of the building was made from locally sourced Namekian forest wood after all).
And today was looking to be no different, as Dion found himself amidst a large pile of wood and lumber surrounding the immediate area in his wake. It was oddly satisfying to go about tearing entire trunks of Namekian tree wood in half with nothing but his bare hands- watching as the splinters flew around him in every direction imaginable.
But, sadly, all good things must come to an end- if only to pave the way for something even better to come around, considering it was Amara calling him inside after all! After dusting off his hands and wiping the majority of the sweat out of his messy, matted hair, Dion quickly made his way from the backyard and right on over to the patio area that led immediately into the kitchen of the pair's two-story home.
Sliding open the glass door and slipping into the cooler, dry indoor air, Dion sighed a breath of relief- stopping to grab a large pitcher of water off of the kitchen island as he slowly sauntered his way over toward the basement door. Pulling it open and making his way down into the workshop that laid down below.
As he made his several second descent, Dion pondered just how peculiar it was to have Amara made in several minutes what would have taken others potentially months to complete on their own. Part of him still didn't quite understand the technological know-how it took to be able to make a deployable home such as this, but then again, did he really need to in the first place?
That question was promptly put away into the archives for later, as Dion finally entered into the underground workshop proper- eyes surveying the messy, yet somehow simultaneously impossibly organized menagerie of tech and tools surrounding the Saiyan as he called out from the start of the stairs, saying, "You need something, Mara'? I brought some water if you needed some!"
Dion was never the gritty, outdoorsman type. Sure, he loved nature, and enjoyed spending some quality time away from the hustle and bustle of the modern backdrops that he frequented every now and then, but he wouldn't consider himself anywhere near the survivalist type. The most he ever went to do was collect some timber from the nearby forest for both firewood and Diono's refurbishing purposes (as the bulk of the building was made from locally sourced Namekian forest wood after all).
And today was looking to be no different, as Dion found himself amidst a large pile of wood and lumber surrounding the immediate area in his wake. It was oddly satisfying to go about tearing entire trunks of Namekian tree wood in half with nothing but his bare hands- watching as the splinters flew around him in every direction imaginable.
But, sadly, all good things must come to an end- if only to pave the way for something even better to come around, considering it was Amara calling him inside after all! After dusting off his hands and wiping the majority of the sweat out of his messy, matted hair, Dion quickly made his way from the backyard and right on over to the patio area that led immediately into the kitchen of the pair's two-story home.
Sliding open the glass door and slipping into the cooler, dry indoor air, Dion sighed a breath of relief- stopping to grab a large pitcher of water off of the kitchen island as he slowly sauntered his way over toward the basement door. Pulling it open and making his way down into the workshop that laid down below.
As he made his several second descent, Dion pondered just how peculiar it was to have Amara made in several minutes what would have taken others potentially months to complete on their own. Part of him still didn't quite understand the technological know-how it took to be able to make a deployable home such as this, but then again, did he really need to in the first place?
That question was promptly put away into the archives for later, as Dion finally entered into the underground workshop proper- eyes surveying the messy, yet somehow simultaneously impossibly organized menagerie of tech and tools surrounding the Saiyan as he called out from the start of the stairs, saying, "You need something, Mara'? I brought some water if you needed some!"
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