Advancing to the Semi-Finals!
Nov 29, 2004 21:36:11 GMT
Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2004 21:36:11 GMT
Gage teleported directly outside the Royal Donatella after beating Zach. It turned out that the whole city now knew who the semi-finalists were, and Gage was now famous. The stand that once said "Electric Ekolon" now showed off it's new Juin Dolls, actually featuring Indigo and Gage. "Intresting," the psychic said to himself and walked over to the stand. "Ahh, master Gage!" the man said. The Juin laughed and purchased one of each doll. Who knows, after ten years these could be a good reminder of how strong he was.
Then his mind drifted over to the Juin Continent. His homeland was currently kingless, Indigoless, and, for all Gage knew, was in total turmoil. As the Juin Law said, if the King should die and no one has been appointed to replace him, the head of the army shall take over. But the sad thing was that General Dieter had never been replaced himself, and Neojiisu had been serving as Commander In Chief.
They had themselves in quite a pickle, it seemed. A funny thought came to the Juin's head. "If they havn't already appointed a king, why not Garin or me?" he asked himself outloud. A few onlookers took some pictures of the wondering Juin as he smiled, thought not on purpose, beautifully to equal the Mona Lisa. This smile came with the afterthought. Me or Garin... we are the most qualified and, at the moment, the most powerful Juins alive. It would only make sense.
Gage pondered on this over lunch. He went back to Joe's Crab Shack, even though he was without his comrad, and enjoyed the exact same he had two days before. Susie was the waitress, again, and gave him a big smile that seemed sort of corny. He ate silently for fifteen minutes until, when he was nearly done, the pretty waitress approached him and asked, "Why do you eat here, now?" Gage chewed his last bite before replying. "Good food," he complimented. "My compliments to the chef." She did a sort of half turn, paused, and turned back to Gage. "My father's the chef. We own this place."
The two ended up talking for half an hour after the Juin finished his meal. They discussed things like politics, which Gage seemed to have made Susie mad with the tyrannical way Juins ran Juin; they also talked about the tournament on which Susie admited having watched every single one of Gage's matches. "You're an excellent fighter," she told him, "and a powerful psychic. I'm trying to learn how to do all that Ki stuff, because of my dream, but it's hard as heck." Gage looked deep into her eyes. "You're dream?" She stood up and walked towards the kitchen, but the Juin heard her faint last words before they were suffocated into the roar of the hungry customers.
"To fly."
After paying and tipping his waitress quite a bit more than fifteen percent, Gage walked out the door and onto the street. Hmm, I need to talk to Garin, but it's a wonderful day, I'm full, and I need as much stretching and excercise before tomorrow's match he thought to himself. So the Juin hoofed it the whole way. He met a few fans on the way, signed a few autographs, and even signed a doll. It was like being the nerd at school all his life then suddenly becoming the star quarterback.
Back at the Donatella Gage felt Garin's precense up in his room. "Studying tapes?" he wondered. After making a pit stop at one of the slot machines, he walked up to the second floor. When Gage was outside of Garin's door, he thought it was better to tell him later and simply materialized a pen and piece of paper. On the paper he wrote "I need to talk to you. Call me tomorrow at lunch time." The psychic sent it through the door, which would probably startle Garin, and walked off to his own suite.
Then his mind drifted over to the Juin Continent. His homeland was currently kingless, Indigoless, and, for all Gage knew, was in total turmoil. As the Juin Law said, if the King should die and no one has been appointed to replace him, the head of the army shall take over. But the sad thing was that General Dieter had never been replaced himself, and Neojiisu had been serving as Commander In Chief.
They had themselves in quite a pickle, it seemed. A funny thought came to the Juin's head. "If they havn't already appointed a king, why not Garin or me?" he asked himself outloud. A few onlookers took some pictures of the wondering Juin as he smiled, thought not on purpose, beautifully to equal the Mona Lisa. This smile came with the afterthought. Me or Garin... we are the most qualified and, at the moment, the most powerful Juins alive. It would only make sense.
Gage pondered on this over lunch. He went back to Joe's Crab Shack, even though he was without his comrad, and enjoyed the exact same he had two days before. Susie was the waitress, again, and gave him a big smile that seemed sort of corny. He ate silently for fifteen minutes until, when he was nearly done, the pretty waitress approached him and asked, "Why do you eat here, now?" Gage chewed his last bite before replying. "Good food," he complimented. "My compliments to the chef." She did a sort of half turn, paused, and turned back to Gage. "My father's the chef. We own this place."
The two ended up talking for half an hour after the Juin finished his meal. They discussed things like politics, which Gage seemed to have made Susie mad with the tyrannical way Juins ran Juin; they also talked about the tournament on which Susie admited having watched every single one of Gage's matches. "You're an excellent fighter," she told him, "and a powerful psychic. I'm trying to learn how to do all that Ki stuff, because of my dream, but it's hard as heck." Gage looked deep into her eyes. "You're dream?" She stood up and walked towards the kitchen, but the Juin heard her faint last words before they were suffocated into the roar of the hungry customers.
"To fly."
After paying and tipping his waitress quite a bit more than fifteen percent, Gage walked out the door and onto the street. Hmm, I need to talk to Garin, but it's a wonderful day, I'm full, and I need as much stretching and excercise before tomorrow's match he thought to himself. So the Juin hoofed it the whole way. He met a few fans on the way, signed a few autographs, and even signed a doll. It was like being the nerd at school all his life then suddenly becoming the star quarterback.
Back at the Donatella Gage felt Garin's precense up in his room. "Studying tapes?" he wondered. After making a pit stop at one of the slot machines, he walked up to the second floor. When Gage was outside of Garin's door, he thought it was better to tell him later and simply materialized a pen and piece of paper. On the paper he wrote "I need to talk to you. Call me tomorrow at lunch time." The psychic sent it through the door, which would probably startle Garin, and walked off to his own suite.