Post by Deleted on Jan 14, 2014 2:46:15 GMT
As the swordsman looked at the sky, he suddenly realised that along with his freedom came a consequence: though his body had ceased aging, he still grew tired, and experienced pain. Both came upon the hero of old at once, his be-bearded face screwing up in agony. Kenshi closed his eyes, willing himself into a false sleep.
None can say how long he slept, but the man was woken by a warm wetness against his head. A cow had wandered over, to graze on the green grass, and instead had found red hair. Kenshi squinted at the blurry black and white animal, as it mooed in his face, the bovine stench nearly causing him to retch. He pushed the cow away with his left hand, sitting up slowly. He felt unclean, as though he had been asleep for many days, which was quite possible. The cow sauntered off.
Standing up, he looked about him. He was currently in the middle of what appeared to be a pasture, cows wandering around lazily. For a brief moment, he thanked the open air that he hadn't laid his head in a cow patty. There was no fence in sight, and nary a tree. The sky was clear, save for a few clouds which drifted across the sky in no particular hurry. Kenshi's body was tense, having been lying on the ground for however long. He took a moment to stretch, pushing his legs, pulling his arms, and bending his torso.
Affirmed that nothing was too badly injured, he set off, headed straight forward, for whatever his legs brought his way.
As fate would have it, the pasture was within eyesight of a group of buildings Kenshi could only assume was a town. It was too large to be a village, and yet too small to be a city. One might think that the swordsman would be lost and confused at the changes that had happened. However, one might also remember that Kenshi had been watching the realm of the living from the land of the demons and dead. He had seen the humans and zoanthrope change, their society, living arrangements, architecture, everything. It had been very boring.
The wind stirred his red hair, his black leather boots going tmp against the ground with each step. His cloak rippled slightly, too heavy to be moved by the breeze. He had no worries about being seen in town, even with his extended absence. On the contrary, he was quite curious as to how the earthlings's reactions would be. If only he knew how he looked...
As if to answer his wish, the first building he walked by upon entering the settlement had a large window. He studied himself, taking in the red stubble against the gaunt jaw. Eyes were blue, like he'd remembered them being. No freckles, no smile. His hair had a cowlick, where the cow had...Kenshi smacked himself in the forehead. No wonder they called it a cowlick. Shaking his locks, he looked again at the window. Black cloth button up, top five buttons undone, exposing his bare chest. Right arm wrapped with leather, left bare. Thick, woolen black cape, clasped with a brass chain, collar high. Red cloth belt about his stomach, brighter than his hair. Brown cloth pants tucked into his boots...he certainly would look odd compared to the current inhabitants.
Perhaps he should buy new garb. And then again, perhaps not. Why should it matter what he looks like? There were many outlandish beings on the earth, as it seemed to be a place that many species from different planets came to. He would likely fit in when he reached the nearest city. Until then, he would deal with the odd looks.
"That is a rather nice chair, though I don't think it needs staring at for this long."
Kenshi didn't jump. He merely turned his head to the right, slowly. Beside him was a human, arms on his hips. Kenshi hadn't realised just how long he'd been staring at the window, and hadn't bothered to check what was behind it. With further examination, it appeared to be an antique furniture store. He grunted in reply, and the human went about his own business.
Ryōshi Kenshi turned away from the window, and peered down the road. Earthlings were going about their business, carrying baskets, driving cars, shouting, screaming. He pondered on why he thought of them as earthlings, rather than his own kind. Perhaps it was because he had been gone for so long from this realm, that he felt alien. Maybe it was due to his body no longer aging. It was an odd thought, his not aging. His body did everything else normally, it simply did not grow any older. He ceased thinking on these lines, concluding that he was in fact no longer human, under the premise that he did have two demons residing inside of him.
Pushing off with his right foot, he brought the left forward. With no particular destination in mind, Kenshi walked down the street, dodging people and vehicles alike. As he'd expected, he did get a few odd looks, but not too many. It was not a huge deal for him; he could give them just as odd a look, remembering back to the villagers from his village. He wondered, briefly, if that village was still around, but decided it wasn't worth trying to find. If it was, there'd be no record of him, or the ones he knew. It would be a pointless endeavor.
Looking around himself, Kenshi spotted a likely building, an inn, or apartment, as they called them now. He made his way toward it, reaching for the door, then thought better of it. Instead his hand deftly moved towards a garbage can beside the entrance, and he made as if to throw something away, before continuing down the sidewalk, and turning down an alley. There was no one here, and so it gave him time to search himself. He emptied out each of his pockets, looking for some semblance of money. What he wound up with was a few pieces of wire, some string, and a lot of lint. Kenshi frowned. It would not do to be in the realm of the living again, with no money. What did they call it now...zeni? Without this zeni, he would not be able to pay for shelter or sustenance. He could hunt, but for how long would he be able to live in something such as a forest? And besides, he hadn't seen any vast groups of trees over the building tops nearby, so likely he still had a ways to go before he'd be able to find anywhere reasonable. With a sigh, he resorted to a task that he had not needed to do in a long time: searching for dropped money.
When he was finished, he counted. Only 200 zeni.
((PL please))
None can say how long he slept, but the man was woken by a warm wetness against his head. A cow had wandered over, to graze on the green grass, and instead had found red hair. Kenshi squinted at the blurry black and white animal, as it mooed in his face, the bovine stench nearly causing him to retch. He pushed the cow away with his left hand, sitting up slowly. He felt unclean, as though he had been asleep for many days, which was quite possible. The cow sauntered off.
Standing up, he looked about him. He was currently in the middle of what appeared to be a pasture, cows wandering around lazily. For a brief moment, he thanked the open air that he hadn't laid his head in a cow patty. There was no fence in sight, and nary a tree. The sky was clear, save for a few clouds which drifted across the sky in no particular hurry. Kenshi's body was tense, having been lying on the ground for however long. He took a moment to stretch, pushing his legs, pulling his arms, and bending his torso.
Affirmed that nothing was too badly injured, he set off, headed straight forward, for whatever his legs brought his way.
As fate would have it, the pasture was within eyesight of a group of buildings Kenshi could only assume was a town. It was too large to be a village, and yet too small to be a city. One might think that the swordsman would be lost and confused at the changes that had happened. However, one might also remember that Kenshi had been watching the realm of the living from the land of the demons and dead. He had seen the humans and zoanthrope change, their society, living arrangements, architecture, everything. It had been very boring.
The wind stirred his red hair, his black leather boots going tmp against the ground with each step. His cloak rippled slightly, too heavy to be moved by the breeze. He had no worries about being seen in town, even with his extended absence. On the contrary, he was quite curious as to how the earthlings's reactions would be. If only he knew how he looked...
As if to answer his wish, the first building he walked by upon entering the settlement had a large window. He studied himself, taking in the red stubble against the gaunt jaw. Eyes were blue, like he'd remembered them being. No freckles, no smile. His hair had a cowlick, where the cow had...Kenshi smacked himself in the forehead. No wonder they called it a cowlick. Shaking his locks, he looked again at the window. Black cloth button up, top five buttons undone, exposing his bare chest. Right arm wrapped with leather, left bare. Thick, woolen black cape, clasped with a brass chain, collar high. Red cloth belt about his stomach, brighter than his hair. Brown cloth pants tucked into his boots...he certainly would look odd compared to the current inhabitants.
Perhaps he should buy new garb. And then again, perhaps not. Why should it matter what he looks like? There were many outlandish beings on the earth, as it seemed to be a place that many species from different planets came to. He would likely fit in when he reached the nearest city. Until then, he would deal with the odd looks.
"That is a rather nice chair, though I don't think it needs staring at for this long."
Kenshi didn't jump. He merely turned his head to the right, slowly. Beside him was a human, arms on his hips. Kenshi hadn't realised just how long he'd been staring at the window, and hadn't bothered to check what was behind it. With further examination, it appeared to be an antique furniture store. He grunted in reply, and the human went about his own business.
Ryōshi Kenshi turned away from the window, and peered down the road. Earthlings were going about their business, carrying baskets, driving cars, shouting, screaming. He pondered on why he thought of them as earthlings, rather than his own kind. Perhaps it was because he had been gone for so long from this realm, that he felt alien. Maybe it was due to his body no longer aging. It was an odd thought, his not aging. His body did everything else normally, it simply did not grow any older. He ceased thinking on these lines, concluding that he was in fact no longer human, under the premise that he did have two demons residing inside of him.
Pushing off with his right foot, he brought the left forward. With no particular destination in mind, Kenshi walked down the street, dodging people and vehicles alike. As he'd expected, he did get a few odd looks, but not too many. It was not a huge deal for him; he could give them just as odd a look, remembering back to the villagers from his village. He wondered, briefly, if that village was still around, but decided it wasn't worth trying to find. If it was, there'd be no record of him, or the ones he knew. It would be a pointless endeavor.
Looking around himself, Kenshi spotted a likely building, an inn, or apartment, as they called them now. He made his way toward it, reaching for the door, then thought better of it. Instead his hand deftly moved towards a garbage can beside the entrance, and he made as if to throw something away, before continuing down the sidewalk, and turning down an alley. There was no one here, and so it gave him time to search himself. He emptied out each of his pockets, looking for some semblance of money. What he wound up with was a few pieces of wire, some string, and a lot of lint. Kenshi frowned. It would not do to be in the realm of the living again, with no money. What did they call it now...zeni? Without this zeni, he would not be able to pay for shelter or sustenance. He could hunt, but for how long would he be able to live in something such as a forest? And besides, he hadn't seen any vast groups of trees over the building tops nearby, so likely he still had a ways to go before he'd be able to find anywhere reasonable. With a sigh, he resorted to a task that he had not needed to do in a long time: searching for dropped money.
When he was finished, he counted. Only 200 zeni.
((PL please))