Too Blessed to be Stressed x2
Mar 29, 2020 9:20:21 GMT -7
Post by Dravocn on Mar 29, 2020 9:20:21 GMT -7
It had been a bit since he had lost contact with the goliath of a man he had come here with. Frankly, the scent of pipeweed basically emenated from the man and it made it a bit harder to enjoy the surroundings. The subtle scent of dew was lost along with anything involving one's nose... the annoying pang of mild hunger was also unappreciated during the walk here. However, he can't say that the man was to be judged based on one aspect of him, he was a brute that was necessary for the small boy. He was not going to feel safe leaving the village without him after all.
The boy was dressed in a nice light dress shirt in violet, dress pants in white, and black dress shoes. He liked to keep himself in decent condition everywhere, not out of some sense of vanity, just liked to look pretty. He had visited the woman in the Center Pawn Star earlier to find the one who would train him in Dian Xue Shu, or Dim Mak as it is apparently called nowadays, the martial art he most desired for it's versatility. With such a thing, he could heal or harm, and practice precision even under duress. He was still trying to get over the awe of finally seeing a Shitakuma in person. Perhaps it was the excitement, but she seemed like a fun person, or at least someone he would enjoy spending time with. Very punk... or was it goth? He still wasn't sure as to what classified as what, people are always trying to classify things, nothing ever fits a proper mold as expected.
His recently revitalized eyes scanned the city, it was so very... industrial? Advanced? Technology was very apparent, in this land, not like in Taki, where everything was hidden to keep the monsters within. He was excited, but for now, he felt he had to practice a few things, feeling unready for the trainer. Surely something so... specific, would require a high degree of at least talent or something around that line.
So he promptly headed away from the common civilians, to prevent any tragic accidents and by proxy, acts of war.
The boy was dressed in a nice light dress shirt in violet, dress pants in white, and black dress shoes. He liked to keep himself in decent condition everywhere, not out of some sense of vanity, just liked to look pretty. He had visited the woman in the Center Pawn Star earlier to find the one who would train him in Dian Xue Shu, or Dim Mak as it is apparently called nowadays, the martial art he most desired for it's versatility. With such a thing, he could heal or harm, and practice precision even under duress. He was still trying to get over the awe of finally seeing a Shitakuma in person. Perhaps it was the excitement, but she seemed like a fun person, or at least someone he would enjoy spending time with. Very punk... or was it goth? He still wasn't sure as to what classified as what, people are always trying to classify things, nothing ever fits a proper mold as expected.
His recently revitalized eyes scanned the city, it was so very... industrial? Advanced? Technology was very apparent, in this land, not like in Taki, where everything was hidden to keep the monsters within. He was excited, but for now, he felt he had to practice a few things, feeling unready for the trainer. Surely something so... specific, would require a high degree of at least talent or something around that line.
So he promptly headed away from the common civilians, to prevent any tragic accidents and by proxy, acts of war.