Post by Trouza on Jan 9, 2017 15:48:26 GMT
The last time Trouza had been in front of his family estate's gilded gates, he was about as tall as a mailbox and twice as stubborn. The house itself, a sand-colored villa to the north of South Capitol in an afluent neighborhood, stood out as one of the city's jewels. Often he would be dragged back to the mansion by the family driver on their sleek flying car with the gates swinging open electronically and well-dressed goons nodding their heads. As soon as he'd walk himself inside the front door, no one would say a word and he'd head straight for his room. He could feel all the eyes in the house around him, mostly the judging or concerned stares from the maids, his siblings, his mother, but never from his father who would be either too busy to look at him or was timely reading the papers with his whole face covered.
Trouza remembered his father fondly as that; a man he looked up to and feared, but someone he'd hope had noticed him some day and be recognized. Some days he wondered if he was a mistake because of this, but most in the household knew otherwise, who usually egged Trouza on as the person who would one day take over his father's business holdings. And while Trouza was usually out with his clique of troublemakers and spoiled brats who didn't have anything to contribute much to society except to cause trouble, Trouza knew the ins and outs of his father's business well. He at least had the strongest stomach for his father's shady dealings; with his siblings taking after his mother's kind heart and charitable demeanor.
The night was so dark that the city walls and buildings emphasized the stars' brightness. Trouza had been dreading the day he'd come home, more than the blood and the scars he received from the fights he'd almost lost. Hired hitmen had tried to get him home by force ever since he'd left, to no avail. He wasn't quite sure whether his father had wanted him dead, or the men he sent were just too undisciplined to know the difference between putting him to sleep and taking him home or trying to beat him to an inch of his life. He was however, always ready for them, thanks to his years of self-taught martial arts and training under his original sensei, Master Zheng. It didn't take too long before his father sent an intergalactic headhunter, an arcosian named Mauser, to get Trouza home by force. After getting beat up, half-dead, Trouza decided to finally head home after making one last stop at the White Monastery.
Standing in front of the family estate's gates once more as a prodigal son, Trouza wasn't welcomed through a limousine or by well-dressed made men anymore. The gates seemed well worn and ill-maintained as he pushed past through' its iron creaking under years of added weight. Had the family fortune finally gone up in smoke? Hurriedly, he ran across the courtyard that was now full of patches of dust and headed for the front door. Not a soul could be heard except for the loud crickets that seemed to come from the stars themselves. He shoved the door inwards, expecting some of the maids to be around. What he saw inside however was not the welcome he was used to.
Two bodies of one of his father's suits were laying on the floor. Before Trouza could go to them, he noticed a trail of blood going up the stairs to where his father, the gangster Mister Pants' office was. He rushed upstairs and opened the door to the office where the back of a figure met him. A light from an open window illuminated the figure's shiny body, a cold arcosian was standing in front of the office and behind him a slumped figure of a man who had just been shot by some sort of ki shot through the chest. The arcosian slightly tilted his head, and with a playful flick of his tail, the killer's cheeks could be noticeable, smiling at Trouza's arrival.
((This thread occurs just after Trouza's months of training in the White Monastery and as he headed back home. Will continue the posts until I ask for a thread grade. Sorry for calling it part of a saga, but it isn't a saga in terms of the site's mechanics is. It's more of a mini-saga that's related to the "Trouza's Episodes" theme in my profile.))
Trouza remembered his father fondly as that; a man he looked up to and feared, but someone he'd hope had noticed him some day and be recognized. Some days he wondered if he was a mistake because of this, but most in the household knew otherwise, who usually egged Trouza on as the person who would one day take over his father's business holdings. And while Trouza was usually out with his clique of troublemakers and spoiled brats who didn't have anything to contribute much to society except to cause trouble, Trouza knew the ins and outs of his father's business well. He at least had the strongest stomach for his father's shady dealings; with his siblings taking after his mother's kind heart and charitable demeanor.
The night was so dark that the city walls and buildings emphasized the stars' brightness. Trouza had been dreading the day he'd come home, more than the blood and the scars he received from the fights he'd almost lost. Hired hitmen had tried to get him home by force ever since he'd left, to no avail. He wasn't quite sure whether his father had wanted him dead, or the men he sent were just too undisciplined to know the difference between putting him to sleep and taking him home or trying to beat him to an inch of his life. He was however, always ready for them, thanks to his years of self-taught martial arts and training under his original sensei, Master Zheng. It didn't take too long before his father sent an intergalactic headhunter, an arcosian named Mauser, to get Trouza home by force. After getting beat up, half-dead, Trouza decided to finally head home after making one last stop at the White Monastery.
Standing in front of the family estate's gates once more as a prodigal son, Trouza wasn't welcomed through a limousine or by well-dressed made men anymore. The gates seemed well worn and ill-maintained as he pushed past through' its iron creaking under years of added weight. Had the family fortune finally gone up in smoke? Hurriedly, he ran across the courtyard that was now full of patches of dust and headed for the front door. Not a soul could be heard except for the loud crickets that seemed to come from the stars themselves. He shoved the door inwards, expecting some of the maids to be around. What he saw inside however was not the welcome he was used to.
Two bodies of one of his father's suits were laying on the floor. Before Trouza could go to them, he noticed a trail of blood going up the stairs to where his father, the gangster Mister Pants' office was. He rushed upstairs and opened the door to the office where the back of a figure met him. A light from an open window illuminated the figure's shiny body, a cold arcosian was standing in front of the office and behind him a slumped figure of a man who had just been shot by some sort of ki shot through the chest. The arcosian slightly tilted his head, and with a playful flick of his tail, the killer's cheeks could be noticeable, smiling at Trouza's arrival.
((This thread occurs just after Trouza's months of training in the White Monastery and as he headed back home. Will continue the posts until I ask for a thread grade. Sorry for calling it part of a saga, but it isn't a saga in terms of the site's mechanics is. It's more of a mini-saga that's related to the "Trouza's Episodes" theme in my profile.))
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