The Dojo
Oct 7, 2004 1:25:51 GMT
Post by Musashi on Oct 7, 2004 1:25:51 GMT
Musashi headed back, back into his past. He had almost detoured back to the site of his crash landing, but, knowing the state of the barren continent, he decided not to do so. He returned instead to the city he had first entered after his rough start to life on Eden.
The saiyan wondered the city, ragged and beaten, but freshly dressed with an extra gi from Karius's lookout. He walked comfortably along, watching as the citizenry walked and played, thousands of dramas all beating to the tempo of city life.
The family entertained their guest with the story of how they came to be live as they did. Dr. Ometaro
Musashi found himself for no reason back at the home of the man whose daughter he had rescued on his first visit to the city. Not knowing precisly why he did so , the warrior knocked on the door of the comfortable house, tucked in a small, private nook in one of the cities nicer nieghborhoods. He was careful to ensure his tail was safely tucked beneath the loose fabric of his gi, and his swords were wrapped in a black fabric bag he had similarly taken from the lookout's stash.
Knocking on the door, the same man from the last time answered. To Musashi's suprise, the man immediately shook extened his hand and warmly shook the saiyan's inviting him in for dinner. The man introduced himself as Dr. James Ometara. As they entered the conservative kitchen, the girl from before walked into the room. Musashi introduced himself, overulling a slight stammer that tried to creep into his voice. Her name, as it turned out, was Celeste. Her blond hair was pulled up, in the typical close fashion of the locality, and she, Musashi realized, was quite beautiful.
They entertained their guest the entire evening. As it turned out, they lived only as two. Dr. Ometara having worked in military research during the war with Mangels and Celeste away at a private school. The Doctor's wife and younger daughter had been killed in an ultrathermal attack on the city.
The saiyan didn't tell his own stories at all till nearly the end of the meal, when the doctor calmly asked how many battle's he'd fought in. Musahsi must have shown his suprise, as the doctor pointed out, he had limped slightly when he walked in, and, as he informed the younger man, he had seen some swords before.
Having discovered this, Musashi regaled them with his tales of the battle with Qua-jin, his fight with Thornet's Demon, and his most recent battle with Karacoto. The two sat and listened to the man, so young, yet so seasoned as he described the life and death struggles he had been forced through.
Eventually, the discussion turned towards future plans. The Doctor told Musashi he should consider running a school for fighters, a Dojo to carry on his amazing style of Martial Arts. Musashi answered politiely all any and all conversation except that which dealt with his past before Eden, which he firmly avoided by changing the topic.
Finally, as the hour grew late, Musashi rose to leave. The Doctor placed his hand on the boys shoulder and asked him directly, where are you staying. Musashi, unnaccustomed to anyone worrying about his welfare, shook of the contact and said he would be fine. At this point Celeste jumped in, refusing to yield to door. The Doctor defused the situtation with his characteristic calm, "I own a small, pocket home nearby that was my...my sisters, before the invasion. I would be greatful to rent it to you, or, if you could accept it, give it to you."
He extened a key in the saiyan's direction. Musashi took it. As he walked out the door, the man pressed a wad of paper into Musashi's hand, so Celeste couldn't see it, and whispered, "You can always pay me back if you feel compelled to, but I can never repay you for saving the life of my eldest and only daughter"
Musashi left, feeling overwhelmed by the evenings events. He knew then why he had returned to the house. He was looking for direction, some goals and a fresh start, and he had found them. Locating the tiny appartment. The building had all the basic amnemties, water, heat, a small TV and a various other small appliances and furniture. It had been stripped bare of all personal belongings, and Musashi fell asleep quickly on the soft carpet of the tiny bedroom, letting the fabric absorb his bruised and beaten body.
Tomorrow, he would begin his life, his new life. He decided that here would be where he would stop running, stop dodging his past. He would make a life here, and avoid what was following him, or he would stand in battle. Either way, this place would forever be his home.
The saiyan wondered the city, ragged and beaten, but freshly dressed with an extra gi from Karius's lookout. He walked comfortably along, watching as the citizenry walked and played, thousands of dramas all beating to the tempo of city life.
The family entertained their guest with the story of how they came to be live as they did. Dr. Ometaro
Musashi found himself for no reason back at the home of the man whose daughter he had rescued on his first visit to the city. Not knowing precisly why he did so , the warrior knocked on the door of the comfortable house, tucked in a small, private nook in one of the cities nicer nieghborhoods. He was careful to ensure his tail was safely tucked beneath the loose fabric of his gi, and his swords were wrapped in a black fabric bag he had similarly taken from the lookout's stash.
Knocking on the door, the same man from the last time answered. To Musashi's suprise, the man immediately shook extened his hand and warmly shook the saiyan's inviting him in for dinner. The man introduced himself as Dr. James Ometara. As they entered the conservative kitchen, the girl from before walked into the room. Musashi introduced himself, overulling a slight stammer that tried to creep into his voice. Her name, as it turned out, was Celeste. Her blond hair was pulled up, in the typical close fashion of the locality, and she, Musashi realized, was quite beautiful.
They entertained their guest the entire evening. As it turned out, they lived only as two. Dr. Ometara having worked in military research during the war with Mangels and Celeste away at a private school. The Doctor's wife and younger daughter had been killed in an ultrathermal attack on the city.
The saiyan didn't tell his own stories at all till nearly the end of the meal, when the doctor calmly asked how many battle's he'd fought in. Musahsi must have shown his suprise, as the doctor pointed out, he had limped slightly when he walked in, and, as he informed the younger man, he had seen some swords before.
Having discovered this, Musashi regaled them with his tales of the battle with Qua-jin, his fight with Thornet's Demon, and his most recent battle with Karacoto. The two sat and listened to the man, so young, yet so seasoned as he described the life and death struggles he had been forced through.
Eventually, the discussion turned towards future plans. The Doctor told Musashi he should consider running a school for fighters, a Dojo to carry on his amazing style of Martial Arts. Musashi answered politiely all any and all conversation except that which dealt with his past before Eden, which he firmly avoided by changing the topic.
Finally, as the hour grew late, Musashi rose to leave. The Doctor placed his hand on the boys shoulder and asked him directly, where are you staying. Musashi, unnaccustomed to anyone worrying about his welfare, shook of the contact and said he would be fine. At this point Celeste jumped in, refusing to yield to door. The Doctor defused the situtation with his characteristic calm, "I own a small, pocket home nearby that was my...my sisters, before the invasion. I would be greatful to rent it to you, or, if you could accept it, give it to you."
He extened a key in the saiyan's direction. Musashi took it. As he walked out the door, the man pressed a wad of paper into Musashi's hand, so Celeste couldn't see it, and whispered, "You can always pay me back if you feel compelled to, but I can never repay you for saving the life of my eldest and only daughter"
Musashi left, feeling overwhelmed by the evenings events. He knew then why he had returned to the house. He was looking for direction, some goals and a fresh start, and he had found them. Locating the tiny appartment. The building had all the basic amnemties, water, heat, a small TV and a various other small appliances and furniture. It had been stripped bare of all personal belongings, and Musashi fell asleep quickly on the soft carpet of the tiny bedroom, letting the fabric absorb his bruised and beaten body.
Tomorrow, he would begin his life, his new life. He decided that here would be where he would stop running, stop dodging his past. He would make a life here, and avoid what was following him, or he would stand in battle. Either way, this place would forever be his home.