Post by Patience on Apr 29, 2024 12:39:50 GMT -5
Patience didn’t normally end up in Paradise City. The noise of the streets and people were distracting, and his rambling and rumbling train of thought would get side-tracked with each passing person, the plants growing in hanging baskets and the temptations of the many food stalls. But he had been told to come for a meeting with some of the Elder Kais.
It turned out that with the recent events across the mortal realm, there was a need for a tutor, for the souls of those who were not solely good, but still had not earned the fires of Hell. They would alert him when an appropriate soul had made its way to Heaven and it would then be up to him to train them in the method of his choosing. Hopefully to return them to Life with the wisdom and skills he passed on.
Not that he could say no, but he accepted it with a flustered “I suppose so.” Now however he was walking the streets of Paradise, eyeing each person he passed, could they be his first? The Arcosian sipping tea, the Namekian meditating in one of the many parks or the Earthling out for a run in the perfect weather. It was quite overwhelming. But Copernicus seemed elated, filling the air with birdsong. “Get down here, Copernicus, we need to head back home and I’m not chasing you for four hours again!” There were a series of chirps and whistles in reply. Pat replied with “Fine, thirty minutes and no more, the city is far too busy for my liking.”
With that, the golden bird flew off to find its kin to fly around the city with, whilst the elder Shinjin sat on a bench in a park. His hat shading him from the bright sun, which caused his scarf to shimmer. He felt like he stood out a bit, with his ancient clothing and lack of Halo. But most people paid no mind. Whilst a nap tempted him, he instead pondered how he would train students here.
Would he construct an area for them like his Temple? Or would he take them to the well-worn path with a tree on it and find them an appropriate companion, much like his life and hope they find the same theology and philosophies as him? What a conundrum, or perhaps he should contact the Good Tutor. He had heard that one had been assigned but he missed the ceremony. So many paths to take, but it would take more than a moment’s quick thought to reach a solid conclusion.
Meanwhile, it would appear that whilst he was sat there, mulling over his thoughts he had filled the air with his own form of song, a variety of hmms, hmphs and a multitude of other grumbles.
It turned out that with the recent events across the mortal realm, there was a need for a tutor, for the souls of those who were not solely good, but still had not earned the fires of Hell. They would alert him when an appropriate soul had made its way to Heaven and it would then be up to him to train them in the method of his choosing. Hopefully to return them to Life with the wisdom and skills he passed on.
Not that he could say no, but he accepted it with a flustered “I suppose so.” Now however he was walking the streets of Paradise, eyeing each person he passed, could they be his first? The Arcosian sipping tea, the Namekian meditating in one of the many parks or the Earthling out for a run in the perfect weather. It was quite overwhelming. But Copernicus seemed elated, filling the air with birdsong. “Get down here, Copernicus, we need to head back home and I’m not chasing you for four hours again!” There were a series of chirps and whistles in reply. Pat replied with “Fine, thirty minutes and no more, the city is far too busy for my liking.”
With that, the golden bird flew off to find its kin to fly around the city with, whilst the elder Shinjin sat on a bench in a park. His hat shading him from the bright sun, which caused his scarf to shimmer. He felt like he stood out a bit, with his ancient clothing and lack of Halo. But most people paid no mind. Whilst a nap tempted him, he instead pondered how he would train students here.
Would he construct an area for them like his Temple? Or would he take them to the well-worn path with a tree on it and find them an appropriate companion, much like his life and hope they find the same theology and philosophies as him? What a conundrum, or perhaps he should contact the Good Tutor. He had heard that one had been assigned but he missed the ceremony. So many paths to take, but it would take more than a moment’s quick thought to reach a solid conclusion.
Meanwhile, it would appear that whilst he was sat there, mulling over his thoughts he had filled the air with his own form of song, a variety of hmms, hmphs and a multitude of other grumbles.
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