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Post by Aspar on May 24, 2017 5:21:07 GMT
A Desolate Soul
The Fortuneteller’s Desert they called it. Glossed in layer upon layer of crystal like particles of sand, whipped into great overbearing dunes and valley like canyons. Not a single soul dared to stir and upset the impoverished serenity that somehow managed to consume all the dry air around it. A thin and dusty breeze scattered across the landscape and sucked away any small morsel of moisture it could possibly find as it whistled and whispered across its path. Among the desolate flora and fauna moved a young man, known as Aspar. Trudging through the stiff dune peaks, adorned in a lightweight white cotton shirt, accompanied by a worn yet still sturdy pair of cargo shorts as well as boots, he would raise an arm to alleviate the sweat accumulating upon his brow. The young man moved steadily, not overly hurried, yet still maintaining a decent pace as to not get bogged down among the heat. It was still relatively early in the morning, with the hottest part of the day yet to come. Aspar had left around sunrise after consuming a hearty breakfast and planned to be back shortly after lunchtime. This long walk through the desert would be more than enough to suffice for a mornings usual training. Perhaps if he found himself ahead of schedule he’d have some time to pull a few moves out in the desert, but for now he had to work on staying on track.
He carried a rucksack along with him, supplied with a few bottles of water and some light food to sustain himself, but nothing too nourishing, this was designed to hurt after all. As he moved he could make out a rocky outcrop on the not to distant horizon. That signalled he had almost reached one of the many edges of the desert, probably the south side given the sparse vegetation and dryness of the air.
Aspar wasn’t unfamiliar to taking extended trips like this given he often grew tired of the same old backdrop of his everyday life that at times seemed to drag on. Being the lonesome soul he was, Aspar managed to find repose all out on his own. He wasn’t exactly introverted, he simply didn’t see the point in keeping company. After his fathers passing Aspar found himself in a dark place, alone and unsupported. Reflecting on these times he pondered that perhaps it was that period in his life that lead to his eventual seclusion from the outside world. Despite this he still found time to explore and lead a life of adventure, though always alone and in solitude. He never seemed to connect with people anymore, everyone and anyone was simply a passing soul with a parallel destiny that would never cross paths with Aspars.
Travelling helped Aspar feel whole though. Even though the people he met would remain ever fleeting, for that short period of time Aspar liked to think he contributed something to their lives. He considered himself charitable, following in his fathers footsteps ultimately. A will that longed to help others. After all, Aspar believed in order to help oneself, oneself must help others. Upon reaching another tall sand dune peak, Aspar stopped atop it and drew a water bottle from his rucksack. Hastily unscrewing the lid to reach its valuable contents, he lifted it to his lips and felt the cool, refreshing water run down into his body. A cascading waterfall splashing down into a desolate wasteland and rejuvenating life. After a few quick gulps, he returned the bottle to its home and took in a long drawn breath of the hot desert air.
“Not long to go now,” he muttered, slightly fatigued yet still strong willed, gazing over to the outcrop he had sighted before as it inevitably drew nearer. Onwards he moved through the sand.
As Aspar’s desolate soul wandered persistently closer to it’s destination, the mid morning sun loomed overhead, watching closely over the desert scenery below. Would the young man reach his destination in time, or would fate draw to him another individual that would alter the course of the mornings outcome? Was their perhaps another to be found wandering the mysterious and enigmatic Fortuneteller’s Desert?
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Post by Mitochondrion on May 26, 2017 10:30:54 GMT
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It was only a few weeks ago that Grunt landed on Earth, he barely had much knowledge of anything, on how to live and had to mostly adapt on his own on a lot of things, he met the old man as a trainer who was surprisingly well trained in fighting back in the forests of Earth, but he only visits when it was time to train and not for social visits, so in order to better spend his time, Grunt was flying around the Earth a lot to get used to what it looked like, where everything was and such.
Grunt was getting the map of what Earth looked like in his head, he already explored some regions and memorized a few locations, but he stayed at this new location that he found rather interesting, he saw other deserts on Earth but not ones like this, a rather vast valley of sand that lead to other pathways which he found interesting, Grunt was flying around trying to learn of every pathway that leaded into this desert but there was quite a number of possibilities, the reason why he flies around and tries to memorize locations like these are for future reference, to get a better idea for his new home.
However, Grunt soon enough got tired from all the flying around and flew down to the desert, to try and sleep down on a nearby rock but he felt disturbed from trying to sleep on the rock, his body felt weird, he was only born recently so he had no idea what this feeling was. He tried to sleep his entire body on the sand but that only made it worse, he started to feel water going down his head, was he sick or something, he wondered. He decided to try and ignore the feeling, sleep back down on the rock and hopefully it'll pass.
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Post by Aspar on May 28, 2017 13:48:23 GMT
A good few minutes had passed by now and Aspar was finally able to set his sights upon the rocky outcrop he had once seen as a distant figure on the horizon, now in person. This signalled the end of the desert and would be serve as some gradual changeover point from desert to wasteland. But as he stood atop one of the many high cliffs overlooking the land below, Aspar admired the eccentric rock formations laid out beneath for a few seconds. Taking in the beauty of mother nature and letting the sublimity of it all sink in. Drawing in a deep breath and inhaling in the hot arid air, Aspar would swing his rucksack off his back again hastily and begin to forage through it for some light refreshment to atone for the fatigue of travel. Startling him slightly at first, catching Aspar somewhat off guard, his attention was quickly drawn to a figure down below apparently resting on a smooth bed of rock. A green being, seemingly Namekian in appearance, dressed in brightly coloured attire. His age at this point seemed indecipherable, but Aspar couldn’t help but marvel at the otherworldly appearance of the figure, with horns sprouting out of his head as well as his shoulders. Quite a perculiar appearance indeed. The newfound figure appeared to be asleep and blissfully unaware of Aspar’s presence. The young man crouched down and carried on eating and drinking discretely, all the while keeping a close eye on the green individual below. This is certainly not what Aspar had expected to find out here in the harsh wilds of the desert. He continued to gaze over the alien like entity. Perhaps waking him would not be too wise of a move at this stage, the figure appeared somewhat well equipped for fighting and could prove dangerous. Aspar himself though was never afraid of a challenge, in fact he usually relished in it. For now though he would continue to crouch and watch intently, for any sign of animation from the new character. That seemed the smarter course of action.
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Post by Mitochondrion on May 29, 2017 6:58:28 GMT
Grunt was sleeping peacefully, or at least he was trying to but he kept hearing something, he couldn't make out what the sound is in his current state, he decided to wake up anyway and got off the rock quick. That weird feeling he had earlier didn't disappear, in-fact he believed it got worse. He didn't know if it had something to actually do with himself or if it was from the environment around him. He tried a series of quick punches and kicks, he physically feels fine but it felt like something was pushing him down. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, in the case it was the environment he decided to fly off. He started to fly high up into the air and when was looking around, he saw a figure not far from where he was sleeping, was he observing Grunt the entire time? He flew straight to the man, he could see that he was a native to Earth, a human. Usually Grunt would be polite but he wanted to just shake off this feeling he had, he asked the man with great impatience "You! is this environment containment or something? I don't feel right and if there's a cure for it, can you give one to me?" he assumed that humans traveled around here all the time, so surely they have some safe method of going across these deserts.
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Post by Aspar on May 29, 2017 13:48:32 GMT
Motionless. Aspar sat on the spot cross legged now as a minute or so had passed since he first began observing the strange new being he had stumbled across. Despite his obvious interest and fascination in finding such a peculiar being all the way out in what could be considered some of the harshest conditions found on Earth, and the perplexity of such a chance encounter, his patience was wearing thin. Even with his intrigue piqued, the dedicated and disciplined soul within him knew that every second wasted here was a second wasted of the precious few he had out here to train and better himself. For that was the whole reason he had come out here in the first place. Given another five minutes or so and Aspar would have moved off in a huff no doubt, frustrated that he had allowed himself to linger so long. But another five minutes of waiting was not to be granted. Just as his patience was beginning to wear down to fine, delicate thread, ready to snap at a moments notice, it moved. The figure stirred slightly, coming to it’s senses slowly. Aspar watched it’s eyes open and it’s body rise to its feet. With a perturbed look upon its face, Aspar watched in wonderment as the green life form began to attack the air with a rapid array of melee. It was mystifying to watch. Whatever it was, it appeared frustrated to a certain extent, confused almost. Then almost as quickly as the being had suddenly risen, it took to the air. “This thing can fly…” Asper whispered, seemingly only to himself but forgetting his undiscovered location, perhaps a decibel or two, too loud. This was perhaps signalled by the being freezing suddenly and halting it’s ascension into the sky. Did it hear Aspar perhaps? The young man now moved to his feet quickly, though remained silent and in the one spot, until he had known he had been discovered, he wouldn’t do anything impetuously. Too late however. Aspar had barely had time to even process the thought of his planned course of action and the being had discovered him and was on it’s way down towards him. Arriving in a few quick moments it landed upon the face of the cliff where Aspar once stood, now having backed up a few meters cautiously, his bag clutched by his side. “You! is this environment containment or something? I don't feel right and if there's a cure for it, can you give one to me?”
It spoke. It spoke English, fluently it appeared. Aspar was lost for words for a few moments given the directness of the creatures dialogue. He quickly composed himself given the figure didn't come across as all that intimidating, simply aggrieved. “All I’ve got on me is food and water. It’s pretty scarce as it is, but it looks like you need it more than me at the moment.” Aspar replied, noticing the glistening layer of sweat forming on the forehead of the creature. He moved down to his rucksack momentarily and drew out one of the few bottles of water he had and held it out on display to the creature. “You want some of this stuff or not? that’s about all I can help you with.”
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Post by Mitochondrion on May 30, 2017 8:41:15 GMT
Grunt now realized that he was making the man uncomfortable because of how Grunt looked, Grunt thought that the humans looked weird, but it would've been the same for humans, they're so used to their appearances that something entirely different would just surprise them, or possibly scare them. He understood now why the man wouldn't of walked up to him, or let alone woke up Grunt if he was indeed watching him sleep. He didn't care about that anymore however, since the man did reply to Grunt's request and gave him a water bottle, he saw these before at stands around the city and around markets but he never knew what they were for, maybe it's the cure to whatever Grunt is feeling? Grunt took it right off the man's hand, he opened up the lid and put some of the water on his forehead, where he felt most weird. He then drank some of it. He swallowed it and finally understood the use of water. All though the feeling wasn't completely shaken off, he now knows that whatever he was feeling was a result of being around this certain environment, and that it's not some disease or virus. He was being considerate though and offered to give back the half-watered bottle back to the man. "Thank you so much for that." he was then just about to fly off, but he stopped to face back the man again. "I'd like to do you a favor since you helped me, do you want me to fly you out of here to a more safer area?" Grunt usually gets helps from the occasional human, so it's only fair he gives back an offer of help to those who give.
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Post by Aspar on May 31, 2017 14:20:13 GMT
The creature came across somewhat amiable now as it softened it’s hardy demeanour, reaching out to take Aspar’s offering. Aspar first watched it seemingly stare in fascination at the water bottle before it doused a bit over it’s forehead and then continued to consume some. Appearing content with this it handed the bottle back. "Thank you so much for that.”Aspar somewhat hesitantly took back his water bottle. Screwing it’s lid back on firmly, he returned it to his rucksack which he then hoisted up onto his shoulders. “No problem. Name’s Aspar, looked like you were melting away there for a second. Always glad to help a stranger out,” the young man replied. The creature turned at this point and it seemed as if their meeting was to be short lived as he prepared to take off, back into the skies to resume whatever he was doing in the first place. He paused however, then turned back to face Aspar and spoke once more. "I'd like to do you a favor since you helped me, do you want me to fly you out of here to a more safer area?"
It seemed the creature was friendlier than first appeared and even wanted to help Aspar out. Remaining quiet for a few seconds following the offer, the young man thought. “Thanks for offering, but I’m planning to stay out here a little while longer. I hiked out here this morning as training. I’ve been weathering the elements most of the morning. I think I’ll do a light bit of training while I’m out here and I’ll head back home in a short while.” Aspar paused again to think to himself once more. “You’re welcome to stay out here and train with me a little if you want, I don’t know if you fight much, but it sure looks like you’ve had the odd punch up,” He waited for the creatures reply and examined his body again. This thing looked freakish. He wondered if it could handle itself in a fight or not?
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