Finding Our Souls In Shooting Stars [Invite/Star School] Jan 31, 2018 22:58:04 GMT
Post by Pracross Yendatta on Jan 31, 2018 22:58:04 GMT
Finding Our Souls In Shooting Stars
Base PL - 44,650 Tempest PL - 50,000
PL Modifiers - N/A Current Event - Full Moon
Current PL - 100,000
Pracross was having trouble setting one foot in front of another. He felt like a failure. He’d given up on everything he’d worked so hard for… So why didn’t it bother him? He felt as if all his weight was removed by something happy, but his eyes still held deep sorrow. His memories of the day, just the one day, felt like it had taken months. Jican, Chai, Collan. All of the fights, and yet here he was, acting as if nothing were the matter anymore.
The Saiyan found a small rock along the road, such a small precious thing. It reminded him of the small person he was in this arena of fighters. Some were more powerful than he could ever imagine, others were below his own power. Pracross didn’t want to think about that in that moment, so he kicked the rock aside and looked forward. The ordinarily busy walkway was only getting busier. A match had just finished and everyone was now awaiting the finals. It was only so soon…
The Supersonic Saiyan reached over his shoulder to make sure his bag was still in his back, remember what was inside. Guardia… Thank you… He thought to himself before forcing himself to pick up pace. It was time to meet up with Chai and there was no time to delay. Pracross knew what the meeting was for. There were only so few people that knew what was about to happen and he was the unfortunate… It was time to say goodbyes…
Humming was a great way to distract oneself if you’re feeling bored or even down. Pracross was using this information carefully, humming to himself as to distract himself. Maybe nothing the evil Chai said is true? Maybe it’s all just… just a trick? Maybe his body’s lax reaction is instinct to tell that nothing bad would really happen? Maybe it’s him being ignorant? He wouldn’t find it a surprise if it was the ladder, he had a tendency to ignore the truth in his head.
“La da da da da da… da… da…” Pracross began to sing to himself, holding the straps of his book bag as he appeared in the middle league rest areas. It was eerily silent except for him, which felt like a horror scenario to him. His hope was that someone didn’t jump out at him, which would be dumb, considering the location.
After a bit of lost exploring, an entrance came into view… No, it was an exit. It was an exit to the middle league stadiums, as well as the point where fighters could watch by their lonesome. The Saiyan readied himself to see what he thought he might. “Everything is fine…”
He pushed the door open.
“Everything is fine”
He stared out into the emptiness of space.