Post by Dion on Feb 27, 2024 20:11:21 GMT -5
The weather had taken quite a turn for the worse in the recent days.
While not necessarily known for a tranquil and serene set of circumstances, Dion had at least expected it to remain fairly stable for the few days that he was planning to stay on Plant for. With the forecast seeming to solidify his beliefs as it illustrated a decently summer-like atmosphere for the time being. However, just as it was with almost every other situation in his life, such things never went to plan.
Soon after his meeting with the recently crowned queen of the Saiyans, Zuqetta, the sky had turned to a darkened shade of black and gray. Storm clouds rolling in over the capital just as he was about to go and take his leave. The foreboding weather forced Dion to remain grounded for the time being- there was no telling how his shuttle's instruments were going to take being in the brunt of a potentially powerful Plantian thunderstorm- and seeing as he had nothing better to do, the Saiyan thought it best to occupy himself for the moment with some sightseeing.
As he ran from the steps of the stone carved path that led up to the palace's main entrance, out back toward the heart of the city itself, Dion came to realize that the city wasn't exactly in the same exact state that he had left it the last time he was here. That was to say, in layman's terms- he was completely and utterly lost.
Raindrops beginning to fall at a deafening rate, soaking both hair and clothes directly to the bone, Dion wiped the overflow of water from his brow as he ran through the streets of the Sadala Capital at a frenzied pace. Panting as every step slapped against the pavement with a note of desperation in each stride. Sure, he might not have minded getting a little wet, but he would prefer not coming home to Amara with a nasty cold in tow, and so he did his best to track down a place where he could lay low for at least a little while.
Eventually, after a couple minutes spent running at high speed, Dion caught wind of a familiar looking tavern a little bit down the way of the street he had turned his path upon. Coming closer, his short-sighted gaze could make out the words "Brawl Hole" upon the tavern sign- a name that brought a nostalgic grin upon the young man's face. How could he ever forget? It was this tavern where he had his climatic showdown with the fierce and ferocious young fighter Jagaimo after all. A memory that held much importance to him even to this day.
Entering the humble looking tavern in an exhausted heap, his entrance seemed to draw on the attention of a few curious regulars- the young man feeling dozens of eyes being suddenly trained onto him in an instant as he tiredly made his way over to the main counter proper.
Sighing, the young man began to wring himself out a bit before taking his seat at the counter. The sounds of wet clothing squeezing itself dry becoming quickly lost in the chaotic cacophony of bar goers as Dion's gaze began to look across the atmosphere of the tavern in a wistful manner. His eyes specifically coming to lay upon the sight of the main selling point of the bar itself, the Plant-renowned Brawl Hole. Where fight cards and beef settlements galore happened on a semi-active basis.
A small, knowing smile grew onto his features as he replayed the battle he had with Jagaimo right there and then within his mind's eye. His blood beginning to run hot just at the thought of it before he finally forced himself to return to the matter at hand- which was now getting himself something to eat. He hadn't eaten since he got to Plant, and his stomach was now letting him know the folly of his action in turn, grumbling a note of disapproval at its neglect.
So, bending the knee to his voracious Saiyan appetite, Dion raised a hand in the hopes of attracting a waiter or waitress somewhere in the bustling crowd, saying aloud to no one in particular, "I'm ready to order, if anyone's ready to respond, of course."
While not necessarily known for a tranquil and serene set of circumstances, Dion had at least expected it to remain fairly stable for the few days that he was planning to stay on Plant for. With the forecast seeming to solidify his beliefs as it illustrated a decently summer-like atmosphere for the time being. However, just as it was with almost every other situation in his life, such things never went to plan.
Soon after his meeting with the recently crowned queen of the Saiyans, Zuqetta, the sky had turned to a darkened shade of black and gray. Storm clouds rolling in over the capital just as he was about to go and take his leave. The foreboding weather forced Dion to remain grounded for the time being- there was no telling how his shuttle's instruments were going to take being in the brunt of a potentially powerful Plantian thunderstorm- and seeing as he had nothing better to do, the Saiyan thought it best to occupy himself for the moment with some sightseeing.
As he ran from the steps of the stone carved path that led up to the palace's main entrance, out back toward the heart of the city itself, Dion came to realize that the city wasn't exactly in the same exact state that he had left it the last time he was here. That was to say, in layman's terms- he was completely and utterly lost.
Raindrops beginning to fall at a deafening rate, soaking both hair and clothes directly to the bone, Dion wiped the overflow of water from his brow as he ran through the streets of the Sadala Capital at a frenzied pace. Panting as every step slapped against the pavement with a note of desperation in each stride. Sure, he might not have minded getting a little wet, but he would prefer not coming home to Amara with a nasty cold in tow, and so he did his best to track down a place where he could lay low for at least a little while.
Eventually, after a couple minutes spent running at high speed, Dion caught wind of a familiar looking tavern a little bit down the way of the street he had turned his path upon. Coming closer, his short-sighted gaze could make out the words "Brawl Hole" upon the tavern sign- a name that brought a nostalgic grin upon the young man's face. How could he ever forget? It was this tavern where he had his climatic showdown with the fierce and ferocious young fighter Jagaimo after all. A memory that held much importance to him even to this day.
Entering the humble looking tavern in an exhausted heap, his entrance seemed to draw on the attention of a few curious regulars- the young man feeling dozens of eyes being suddenly trained onto him in an instant as he tiredly made his way over to the main counter proper.
Sighing, the young man began to wring himself out a bit before taking his seat at the counter. The sounds of wet clothing squeezing itself dry becoming quickly lost in the chaotic cacophony of bar goers as Dion's gaze began to look across the atmosphere of the tavern in a wistful manner. His eyes specifically coming to lay upon the sight of the main selling point of the bar itself, the Plant-renowned Brawl Hole. Where fight cards and beef settlements galore happened on a semi-active basis.
A small, knowing smile grew onto his features as he replayed the battle he had with Jagaimo right there and then within his mind's eye. His blood beginning to run hot just at the thought of it before he finally forced himself to return to the matter at hand- which was now getting himself something to eat. He hadn't eaten since he got to Plant, and his stomach was now letting him know the folly of his action in turn, grumbling a note of disapproval at its neglect.
So, bending the knee to his voracious Saiyan appetite, Dion raised a hand in the hopes of attracting a waiter or waitress somewhere in the bustling crowd, saying aloud to no one in particular, "I'm ready to order, if anyone's ready to respond, of course."
PL: 102,115 - WC: 722 - TWC: 722