Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2015 8:18:42 GMT
This is the fifth day past the gathering of heroes on top of the Timeless Lookout. Our green hero himself is still on top of the tower after he was done with training with his fourth chosen champion for preparing himself to the saiyan invasion. Kami-sama was kind enough to provide him a safe roof for the past night. The patrolman was given a comfortable bed, sheets and clean water to bathe and drink… but not concomitantly for that matter. I’m not exaggerating when I say it has been long since the namekian had such a good night of sleep. He actually managed to buy himself a good bed with his salary as a cop in East City, but still… you couldn’t compare with the comfort of a God’s residence on the planet. The Lookout was indeed an incredible place.
As the early bird he was, it didn’t take much past the sunrise for the namekian warrior to open his eyes. He would walk to the bathroom and brush his teeth (who said alien doesn’t have hygiene habits!) and throws some water on his face to get rid of his sleepy expression. He slept on his undergarment and had his training clothes folded by the corner of the room. He proceeds to get them before he comes out for one more day of rigorous discipline and exercising.
Today it would be the last day Nemo would be asking another warrior to train him. Tomorrow he intended to train alone and perfect his own techniques, using the knowledge he gathered from his experience in sparring with the other fighters. The chosen one was the ost obvious choice: Kami-sama himself.
Before getting out of his quarters, the namekian folds the sheets handed to him over the bed, palcing the pillows over it in the most organized fashion. He also stretches the bed linen so it is no longer has the warriors huge shape imprintend on it. Once he is done, he seeks Bing in his personal room. He knocks on the door:
~ “Kami-sama… Are you awake?” ~ The patrolman calls.
As the early bird he was, it didn’t take much past the sunrise for the namekian warrior to open his eyes. He would walk to the bathroom and brush his teeth (who said alien doesn’t have hygiene habits!) and throws some water on his face to get rid of his sleepy expression. He slept on his undergarment and had his training clothes folded by the corner of the room. He proceeds to get them before he comes out for one more day of rigorous discipline and exercising.
Today it would be the last day Nemo would be asking another warrior to train him. Tomorrow he intended to train alone and perfect his own techniques, using the knowledge he gathered from his experience in sparring with the other fighters. The chosen one was the ost obvious choice: Kami-sama himself.
Before getting out of his quarters, the namekian folds the sheets handed to him over the bed, palcing the pillows over it in the most organized fashion. He also stretches the bed linen so it is no longer has the warriors huge shape imprintend on it. Once he is done, he seeks Bing in his personal room. He knocks on the door:
~ “Kami-sama… Are you awake?” ~ The patrolman calls.
Heavy Weights ON
Thread PL at 8.528
Thread PL at 8.528
