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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Jan 11, 2016 18:24:36 GMT
Simply having placed his stand on the large open area, high above in the sky Ayumu was starting to thinly slice fresh vegetables while the scent of Dinosaur and Cow started to spread through the nearby enviroment. The part of meat that he had taken from both were low fat amount meats that were more muscle based to let them soak up the base of the soup yet retain enough of that juicy texture to just melt on the tongue. It was not strange that in this world of people dedicating their entire life towards a singulair goal that people as sharpened as Ayumu in the kitchen were to exist. His hands carrying a blunt and unwieldy stone knife seemingly slicing through the flesh of the cow while spreading a thin layer of salt and pepper onto the meat. The blood starting to be soaked in the broth that was being prepared, he had the smell of the meats and vegetables starting to interwine, placing them up on the plate in a symmetrical fashion, The circulair plate not fit for a normal soup as it was incredibly massive. Yet the bottom of this strange plate was rather low, the meat that was placed on it would just barely stick out of the top while the soup slowly started to be poured in, a creamy and nearly goo like soup like sustenance with the scent of tomatoes and cherry blossoms. The single habit that Ayumu always kept up was his fascination with giving meaning behind his food, the food that was placed down there, he called ironically Etoru. His mouth softly forming a smile as the vegetables were placed ontop of the soup with their glossy healthy appearance, applied with a droplet of lemon juice on each to preserve the colouration of this flashy dish. The red bottom looked like a bloody bath as the multiple meats were decorated like pillars, yet the vegetables that decorated this soup were simply telling a tale of a warrior who was able to stand up to anything and still show of his face to anything. Never able to crumble under the pressure. "This should sell well, would it not?" Ayumu spoke, Simply staring forwards into the lookout while reaching out behind himself, wondering if that old man that lived in this place was still here. Missing the old conversations, yet knowing that if he was truely here, he would have a big knuckle sandwich waiting for him. With the soft snoring sounds of a ball of moss in the background. (Tagging Bing Gan )
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Post by Etoru on Jan 11, 2016 19:50:39 GMT
[PL 172,110//Heavy Weights On//Ki Suppression on//Current PL: 10,000]
Etoru was lying in bed, snoozing. He was still a bit glum and guilty from recent events. He had a lack of motivation to fight, but even if he did have it, he was still kind of afraid. Afraid he'd hurt another soul. Etoru awoken from a strange smell though. It was...quite soothing actually. The scent of tomatoes and cherry blossoms invaded his nose. Etoru sat up slowly rubbing his eyes. "Huh..." Etoru looked at his bed sheets with a bit of a frown before shaking his head. He slowly slid off the covers, and onto the cold tiles. He was dressed in his usual attire, black training pants and a tank top. He just wasn't wearing his shoes or wrist bands. Etoru groggily walked to the door rubbing his eyes. Slowly but surely, he walked down the stairs and followed the scent. It began getting stronger, and stronger, intoxicating his nose. Etoru's nose wiggled as he began loving the scent, but was still extremely curious as to what it was. Soon enough he made his way downstairs and walked out the door and onto the lookout. There...strangely...he was met by an...old man running a food stand?
"Um..." Etoru rubbed his eyes. He was extremely confused. "I'm dreaming...right...?" Etoru pinched himself. Ouch! Yeah...not dreaming..." Etoru looked at the old man and slowly walked over to him confused. Rudely, but his intentions weren't meant to be rude, he began to speak to him. "Hey! Old man! What are you um...doing here...? Are you lost or something..." Etoru blinked blankly. "Uh...Biiiiiinggggg!!! There's some old dude out here...!" Etoru hovered above the stand to see the soup. "Whatchya makin old guy?" The saiyan child asked curiously. "It smells um...awesome I guess.." Etoru would have usually been more excited but he was still feeling a bit down. Still, he was being led to this man filled with curiosity. What secrets did this man hold?
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Post by Bing Gan on Jan 12, 2016 5:16:22 GMT
[Going to join a bit later into the thread. Etoru and Ayumu should do their RP for a bit first!]
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Jan 12, 2016 7:16:47 GMT
Simply hearing this small humanoid starting to speak to himself, talking about things like being asleep or shouting towards a person called Bing, Ayumu was simply shocked and yet, at the same time intrigued.
"I am simply not lost, Mister, I myself am preparing a dish that is known for its ability to leave behind the winter itself"
Simply placing his hand down onto the counter while his other was busy aiming at the strange pizza like decorated soup that was standing before you.
"I have brought myself all the way up here to find a perfect altitude to let the wood burn itself at the right temperature while keeping the food in the right oxygen to bring out the perfect flavour!"
Hinting at you to sit down and try to taste it before taking out a circulair piece of bread that was like a gigantic onion ring for the plate, spreading the soft what of honey and cheese, yet its fluffy texture remaining visible.
"My dish, i call it Etoru, Its a dish that is simply brought into the world to give people a chance to look at a dish that tells the tale of the spring. As the spring is the start of all life while shouldering the burdens left behind by winter, it never lets itself be pushed down to the ground while taking all hits life can deal at it..."
Leaning back, with a painfull cracking of his spine, Ayumu would bring himself to let out a content sigh.
"Truely winter is a painfull ordeal, you can see it as a fight where you have harmed innocent people, where you have fucked up or destroyed something important, yet when the season changes to spring, those burdens are shouldered under the pride behind his own goal are visible. Shining brightly like a shining star that would never fall down into the depths of our world"
Rummaging through a small bowl of eating utensils you would soon find him reaching out a spoon, knife and a fork while speaking happily.
"Try it, it will be on the house and would you mind sharing your name?"
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Post by Etoru on Jan 12, 2016 16:46:34 GMT
The child blinked blankly at him. Did this old guy think he was an adult...? "Um...Old Guy, you do realize I'm a kid right..." The Saiyan Child didn't know whether he should be happy he was thought of as an adult, or confused. Becauseeee, he was used to being told he was a kid. This was certainly new. But then something else had Etoru curious. The old guy.Etoru was really confused. After all, it wasn't everyday when you meet an old dude in an isolated location...in the sky...making soup. If Etoru told anyone they'd probably think it was his childish imagination. Etoru was extremely shocked when the man said it left behind winter! Etoru was astonished! "A soup can leave behind winter....THAT'S SUPER COOOOL!" Etoru was feeling a lot more interested in this guy.
The man began describing why he was up here. Etoru stared at him in awe. "Oooo..." Etoru murmured out in wonder. He slowly floated towards him hovering above the incredibly unique looking dish. The smells this soup was giving out was amazing! Etoru kept wiggling his nose unintentionally as he was extremely attracted to the sent. A wide smile grew on Etoru's face as he was hinted to sit down. "Oh gee! Thanks Old Man!" Etoru quickly descended onto the seat gleefully. He stared at the delicious meal that stood before him. Etoru's mouth watered as he squirmed a bit impatiently on the chair. This was looking amazing! Ayumu began explaining it's origin. "E-Etoru?? N-n-no way...!" Etoru looked around the lookout. Was Bing pulling some kind of prank on him? Etoru shifted back into his seat as he listened to the old man. Etoru let out a faint smile as the man continued explaining the origin. It made him feel a bit better inside.
The man then continued the origin. Explaining how winter, was more tragic and sad and hurtful. Etoru then frowned and looked down as Ayumu continued. Even when he got to the more happy moments, he couldn't help but feel...guilty. Depressed. The man offered him the soup and claimed it was on the house and asked for his name. Etoru gave a faint, awkward smile as he stared at Ayumu. "Well you see...actually, my name is Etoru...and thanks but...I don't think I'm really hungry anymore..." Etoru's faint smile returned to a frown. "I'm...gonna head back inside...thanks Mister..." Etoru slid off the chair and slowly walked back to the entrance of the lookout.
(Bing might be a good time for yo uto walk out)
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Post by Bing Gan on Jan 13, 2016 7:51:20 GMT
[Thread PL: 280,767 | Enlightenment (x16 Perm) Activated! Current PL: 4,492,272!] Bing had been watching the encounter the entire time. From the moment the Old Man set up his 'shop' on the Lookout, the Guardian kept his eyes firmly locked on him. Ayumu's bold desicion would normally be met with a curious look, a laugh, and a kind greeting, but due to the Makyo Star's looming presence in the sky, Bing wasn't so sure he could trust this newcomer. Etoru had greeted the aged man first, acting quite confused and even calling for Bing once. The Guardian remained firmly hidden in his shaded location, keeping his power suppressed to not reveal his presence to either of his guests. The duo simply chatted for a while; Ayumu made some soup, and Etoru sat confused in the stool in front of the stall. Apparently, the man had made a dish named "Etoru", which was especially intriguing. Did the man know of Etoru when he made the dish, or was it simply a coincidence? Regardless of the answer, Bing knew something wasn't right about the man; his Ki was non-existent, which probably meant he was an android of some type. As Etoru left the table, he'd find himself run into Bing, who was just making his appearance. His eyes stared curiously at the Human before him, but could not understand what his intent was. "I'll take it from here, Etoru. Stay if you like, but try not to interfere." The Guardian patted Etoru's head as he passed him, un-suppressing his power as he approached the elderly cook. The Guardian slowly sat down at his stall. He gave Ayumu a curious look, and spoke. "Greetings, traveler. My name is Bing Gan; I am the Guardian of Earth. It is not often one finds themselves up here without purpose. Do you really intend to simply sell your wares all the way up here, or is there something more to it?"
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Jan 13, 2016 21:50:09 GMT
While the man simply engaged in a soft chit chat with the humanoid boy that called himself a child he let out a whistle and took something out of his pocket, a small cut out emblem. The emblem showed a young child on all four, a boy on all two and a old man with a cane all walking next to each other yet from the way he handed you this you could see his face distort slightly, almost as if he felt a tad emotional.
"Etoru, Simply take that, consider this a gift from this old fart to you while you strive to become as amazing as a adult as you are now okay?"
Giving him the most kind of smiles as he felt his small hands, the hands that had been clutched around the cooking utensils slice into his palms from the amount of force he used before letting go softly. His mind starting to think away slowly, being distracted before noticing this Humanoid walking towards him, at first he offered his hand towards him to finish the greeting, his expression still that of a pained old man.
"Ayumu, A weak old human... Hey, that kid is a good kid, reminds me of a small child i was once able to take care of a few hundred years ago. I can still remember when i brought the two kids of my daughter to the park and i sat down in the bench at the side while they played in the sand, defending me when i was having problems from punks"
The corners of his eyes starting to water slightly while his breathing got ragged, simply leaning back with his hands moving to the counter a few steps away from the cooking plate. Veins appearing on his hand as you would hear him mutter a simple set of words, small droplets falling on the table.
"Please ignore the leak in the roof, it has been raining alot lately, but that kid with his name, was just a blow to my heart as i came here at first to simply sell my wares, try out a recipe at this high altitude to see how much of a diffrence it makes, it is called Etoru for the names of my two grandkids back in the day were Eton and Runi, together they formed the name i gave this recipe"
Yet from the way you saw him wrap up everything, it was obvious with his face sometimes lightly turning towards you that he nodded lightly at your posture.
"You must be the new kami, i remember the old one still from over a few hundred years ago, yet the times arent as kind to me as they were to him, i hope to all the gods in the sky, Odin, Izanagi, Zeus, that he rests well and one day i will be able to share a drink with him. But in the eyes of you, the new kami i must be a empty shell who should be gotten rid off in the light of such a evil light in the night."
Taking out a small bag of money from his vault with the contents barely scratching the number ten in coins, simply worth not even a single bit before starting to move outside with the cracking of his back to try and lift up the cart again. The small source of a powerlevel in the back of the cart started to become apparant, something trying to learn a form of ki suppresion in deep concetration, while the old man reached out to his pocket to take out a small woven piece of cloth to dry his eyes with.
"Truely i am sorry and accept what little change i have, i honestly wish to just help shoulder the burden of us all by preparing meals for us all and to be willing to share with anybody who needs it"
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Post by Etoru on Jan 14, 2016 14:04:14 GMT
Etoru looked at the charm the old man was attempting to hand him. Etoru gave a faint smile as he took it and nodded for a thank you. As Etoru was walking back towards the lookout, he ran into Bing. Etoru looked up at him blinking blankly. "Oh...hey Master Bing...there's some weird old man on the lookout...making soup? I dunno..." Etoru said shrugging. That's when Bing started acting strange in Etoru's eyes. Take it from here...? Don't interfere...? "Um...Mr.Bing...? What's the matter...? He's just some old guy on the lookout..." Etoru shut his eyes lightly when Bing patted his head. As Bing walked towards the man, Etoru flinched as Bing's power was released. Why would Bing do that? It's just some old dude...right? That's when it came to Etoru. He was busy being so glum and down that he didn't even notice the old mans energy couldn't be sensed. Etoru's eyes widened as he looked at him suspiciously. "Could he be...working for Dr.Breech..." Etoru looked at his hands. "Seka..." Etoru clenched his fists.
The Saiyan child stared at the old man from a distance as he spoke with Bing unable to hear the conversation. "That c-couldn't be...no...it has to be...there isn't any other explanation..." Etoru grew impatient. Each second that passed staring at Ayumu felt like eternity. Etoru desperately wanted to avenge his friend. He however never told Bing about Seka's death nor the secret alliance that was soon forging. Etoru's impatience and rage began getting the better of him. However, he was holding his ground and not interfering, despite the changes that were occurring. His rage and emotion began letting the Ancient Hound's energy seep through him. His eyes turned yellow and his pupil became thin. Fangs grew and his nails became sharp. Despite all this, he was still holding his ground heeding Bing's words. Etoru grit his teeth as he watched the two talk. "Seka..."
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Post by Bing Gan on Jan 17, 2016 9:18:18 GMT
Bing grabbed the offered hand, shaking it firmly as the Old Man introduced himself. He said his name was Ayumu, complimenting Etoru's kindness as he compared the young Saiyan to a child he once knew over a century ago. The Guardian's brow raised at the immense age this man apparently sported. "Over a century ago? I presume you must have quite the interesting tale to tell, Ayumu. Not many humans can survive as long as you have." Ayumu continued speaking, revealing he came all this way to try a new recipe -named after his grand children, coincidentally- at the highest possible altitude. Apparently, Etoru reminded him of them, which made him tear up a bit at the mere sight of him. Bing nodded somberly, but decided to pose a curious question. "I see... If you don't mind my asking, how old were your children when they... Passed on?" The Guardian knew it would be a touchy subject, but he had to ask the tough questions to make sure this aged man wasn't actually a demon in disguise. For just a moment, Bing glanced at Etoru. The boy was swelling with rage, and his body seemed to be changing in some way. The Serpent Master spoke telepathically to his young student, urging him to steel his nerves. "Etoru, calm yourself... It seems something vile is still inside you; you're rage is allowing it to take hold of your body. Breath deeply, let your angry emotions slip away. Even if Ayumu is some sort of villain, he isn't a major threat."He turned his attention back to Ayumu, who revealed he had met a Kami before, though it was many years ago. Bing's eyes widened in surprise. Could he have met Scargot? No, if he was truly as old as he said he was, someone else must have been Kami when he last came here. "Very interesting! Who was Kami when you last turned up here? There have been many over the years, some of alien descent, so I am curious as to which one you met."Suddenly, Bing began sensing someone in the back of the cart. Whoever was back there was trying to hide their Ki; one that was quite powerful. The Guardian sent a telepathic message to the woman known as Hana, or at least he attempted to. "Whomever you are, I suggest you come outside. I don't wish to harm Ayumu unless he reveals some evil intent, but you hiding yourself makes me worry for you and your elder's true purpose." Should the message get through, he'd expect some type of reply quickly. Bing returned his attention to Ayumu, who was, for some odd reason, offering Bing Zeni. The Guardian refused the offer, imploring the elder to keep his money. "Well, if you're here to make food... Perhaps you could prepare me something? Your 'Etoru' dish seems quite delectable, but I don't want to steal Etoru's bowl."
Used [SU1] Telepathy to send two separate mind messages: One to Etoru and the other to Nostalgic Ayumu's "Stand" known as Hana.
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Post by Etoru on Jan 17, 2016 17:37:45 GMT
Etoru grit his teeth as he stared at the two talk. Who was this guy! Etoru couldn't take much more of this. Just watching him sit there acting all innocent. And then POOF! When we least expect it, he grabs the info he needs and bolts off when he had the chance to just take him down before. Which is now! Etoru clenched his fists. That's when Bing turned around for a second, and used his telepathy to speak to him. Etoru frowned as he listened to Bing. Something vile still inside him? It seemed Bing knew Etoru was mad...but how did he figure it out so soon? And what did he mean by something vile still inside him? Etoru shook it off and tried debating.
"B...But Master Bing...! H-HE COULD BE...WORKING FOR--! Grr..." Etoru just sighed and heeded his warnings. Etoru took a deep breath and tried calming himself down. Soon enough the changes quickly reverted back to normal. Etoru frowned. "Master Bing...I need to talk to you later...it's about...M-Ms.Seka..." Etoru said in a bit of a disappointed tone.
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I didn't know whether or not Etoru was able to respond in telepathy. I mean Krillin did it in the Saiyan Saga. So if I can't then I'll just go ahead and edit my post.
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Jan 18, 2016 16:25:06 GMT
(Just going to put my post here, next time Etoru remember that its Ayumu -> Etoru -> Bing -> Ayumu)
He simply stopped in his pace, knowing that he could not shut the store this very moment as he was starting to be questioned, starting to feel a strange kind of danger filling his veins, he would simply shrug it off. Knowing that what ever may attempt to kill him in this area would be something he deserved if there was a lingering problem. But as he gave a soft, yet worthwhile compliment, Ayumu could not stop but feel the corner of his mouths curl up softly while thanking him dearly.
"Thank you, as somebody this old, i have been unable to truely accept my age, its like looking at the dots of life. You are not able to look at these dots when moving forwards, only when you move back, stare back into the dark abyss can you see them connecting, yet i still have to trust in that these dots, that i have been placing down my entire life would bring myself forwards. I have to believe that all this hard work that i have shown to the people in my past will connect somehow to the future i try to obtain. But hey, i have to trust something, it may be my gut, my instincts, life, karma, something that i truely believe in."
He continued to speak while simply starting to hold out a small coin like object, the ingraved people were a few children, two adults and a grandmother and father simply standing in the background, protectively. It was a simple gift made by somebody in his past as he refused to let this go, of the many useless trinkets he carried on him that he refused to ever have harmed. Knowing that his flesh is the best container to keep everything he holds dear safe.
"Because knowing that these dots connect down the road, knowing that i can continue on shouldering the burden of having my six and eight year old kids die multiple hundreds of years ago under drug abuse, that their father was used as a toy for their desires and the mother had commited suicide from medical overdose. Knowing that the dots connect, it brings me the courage to keep moving down the road to never let anything get me down, to make sure that the memories of having to tell them what happened to their mother, having to face their slowly burning away flesh in the strike of a comet, it makes me able to give me own heart hope. The hope and determination to help me follow my own future even when it meant getting off the path that was well known and safe."
Simply starting to pocket this small ceramic circle, he would start to gaze towards you, his eyes showing a powerfull emotion deep within them. His emotions burning brightly within his torso like a immense hellfire that had been carved under the bloody realization of his allies and family. Having to face a few years of seeing the drugs cut into their children, hear their discussions, their rage, hearing the bad news strike him year after year about he was getting closer to death. Yet he still stood here, his hope in humanity, something that by all rights should have been extinguished years ago, burning as deep as a river of flames. A passionate burst that seemed nearly endless as he then spoke softly.
"He was a namekian, somebody that was not a real warrior, somebody that did not protect himself but was able to take every blow life could deal. His entire passion was a massive boulder on the path of human willpower, yet nobody tried to break through it. The way he died was by age, having a grave in the northern parts of earth, where he grew up from a young lad, a comrade i always drank with. Almost like a bundle that brought a party to the situation, almost like a bundle of energy and joy that was never without a short fuse before it brought its joy to the entire situation. Somebody i looked up to as he was still able to make a diffrence within his own power."
Giving a kind smile, you saw the pained emotion on Ayumu his face starting to be pushed back, untill he would hear a soft mumble in the back of the stall. His eyes looking alarmed for a mere moment before letting out a content sigh, almost as if showing everybody that what was within the depths of that stall was something not dangerous as it slowly started to float outwards. With the eyes of a trained medical artist, they would see that the energy on this creature was like this man his source reading, although this one had a higher number instead of a flat zero. Constant fluctuation visible within her energy as she constantly brought herself forwards a tad more, while letting out a rather high pitched yawn.
"Good morning you all, have i missed anything? Ayumu, i was taking a nap in the back and i started to be awoken b-"
It wasn't long before she realized who was standing before her, yet her intentions were completely wrong, swiftly going inside to put on her normal clothes instead of the cat onesie that she had been wearing comfortingly in the back of the stall to rest with, she started to walk out, panting loudly and having her hair combed rather swiftly.
"Good day customers, Am i able to take your order?"
Causing Ayumu to softly start to let out a chuckle, taking the brush that had ended up on a table, while forcing her down on a chair, starting to tidy up her appearance while starting to gaze towards you two. Suprised Hana had woken up this early while simply speaking towards you.
"This is hana, She is a comrade that has bound its life towards me to let me survive, although it makes me like this untill i am able to revive this family of mine that has died under the torture of the bandits that are now gone by karma itself."
Soon finishing up the small session of brushing and bringing himself behind the counter, he would then ask you softly.
"Call a recipe, i will be able to easily make it, but i must ask you, would you mind sharing a cup of sake with me?, Like the old kami from back in the day?"
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Post by Bing Gan on Jan 28, 2016 11:36:48 GMT
"Very well, Etoru. We will speak about Seka once Ayumu leaves. I hope nothing awful occurred... For now though, keep your wits about you, okay?"[/i]
Bing's attention returned to Ayumu as the aged man began to tell the tale of his children's passing. This man had a hard life, that much was certain. As Ayumu continued speaking, Bing couldn't help but feel disturbed by something. The Makyo Star was currently in the sky, mixing with the suns rays to create an eerily orange hue that bathed the Timeless Lookout. Demonic Ki surrounded the floating plateau, but Bing could not place the exact location. Etoru and Hana would both begin to sense this odd Ki as well, which might worry the duo more than it did Bing.
His worried were interrupted momentarily as Ayumu mentioned the Kami of yore. He was apparently a Namekian; perhaps it was Scargot's predecessor? Bing wasn't certain, but his curiosity doubled.
"I see... Most Guardian's are buried near the Lookout itself, sometimes even directly on it. He must have had a very special connection to the Frozen North if he decided to be buried there."
As Bing awaited Ayumu's response, a rumble could be heard from the back of the stall. After a moment or two, a woman revealed herself. She was wearing an adorable set of pajamas. The woman spoke, but quickly seemed to realize who she was in the company of. She quickly sprinted into the back once more, coming out with a winded look about her. Though she was wearing more proper attire, it was clear she tired herself out to get ready so quickly. Bing and Ayumu chuckled together at Hana's somewhat goofy entrance.
Bing's attention was drawn in by Ayumu as he began explaining the nature of his relationship with Hana. Apparently, Hana was a sort of life-giving creature, keeping Ayumu alive by sapping him of Ki Energy. Bing let out a quizzical "hrmm", before quickly musing on the nature of their relationship. "So you've got a symbiotic relationship going on, then? Hana keeps you alive, but at the cost of you being unable to use your own Ki... That is most intriguing indeed... Hana, if you do not mind my asking, what species are you?"
Whilst Bing awaited an answer from Hana, Ayumu posed a question. The Guardian nodded happily as he replied. "I'll gladly share drinks with you, friend. Please, surprise me with the recipe you wish to use."
As he waited for Ayumu to begin cooking, he couldn't help but feel he was being watched by something. The demonic Ki still circled the Lookout, but its owner had yet to reveal itself...
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Jan 28, 2016 19:38:36 GMT
(Sorry if its a bad quality post, i am still sick and i can barely sleep)
Before realizing what had been going on, Hana would simply let out a exhausted sigh while small veins became visible on her forehead as she smacked her fist down onto the top of Ayumu's head with the use of a simple hop! His hair waving in a outwards circle as his body trembled violently as he gritted his teeth while small droplets of tears became visible in the corners of his eyes while grasping and catching the female called Hana under his armpit, using the same arm to keep her in place while the other leaned on the cane while coughing loudly.
"Darn it hana!, Why are you always so full of energy, you little rascal!"
Laughing loudly, it was quite obvious that he did not suffer through much pain from this blow while a rather hilarious bulge appeared on the top of his head while letting out a soft laughter. Hana showing a obvious displeasure while widely grinning and starting to struggle, her body taking the shape of many plant like tendrils before you heard a solid snap as she had seperated her own torso from her lower body and hopped out before the plant like tendrils gathered back up again.
"You asked for it Ayumu! Anyway, you asked me about something like my species? Uhh..."
Almost as if confused for a moment she started thinking, with her hands starting to grasp her head while softly muttering words like she didn't know, starting to go over many species names, from formal to normal short names, easily going through a few hundred before a small stream of smoke became visible, starting to exit her ears before she litterally caught fire in the middle of the thought process. Ayumu simply letting out a sigh and starting to shake her out of it while talking towards Bing.
"Please ignore the appearance that she has taken now, she has found out a way to generate heat normally over her body and be resistant against it but it tends to appear when she gets rather confused or makes things rather too complex..."
Before taking out a small black paper with a large mass of tentacles and eyes with fangs everywhere, making certain Etoru wouldn't be able to see it and simply giving a soft nudge towards the kid to make certain bing would not show it towards the kid.
"Ever heard of the Ammutseba? Some stupid tale about how a star consuming planet is roaming around in space, formulated from the being itself along with a parasite that feeds upon the energy gathered by the Ammutseba, you could consider her some kind of demonic beast that turned a new page and brought herself to a state of gaining sentience... Its rather peculiar still as she seems to be developing at speeds i have never seen before..."
Untill the grim reminder of the Namekian before Scargot made his smile turn a bit cramped before starting to let out a gulp and simply nodding, looking down to the ground and a soft chuckle exited his mouth. Hana looking confused towards him as the flames slowly started to die down while placing a hand on his arm before simply saying.
"He said that if one of us vanished they would wait at their home till the other came back to greet them happily... I have checked near the area of what seems to be my old home yet i am still unable to understand exactly why he picked that location... It could be something silly along the lines of the human determination but i simply answer that question with that he felt the same way about our friendship as i did..."
Before simply turning around and letting a comforting laugh echo through the entire area, taking a knife in both hands while starting to work calmly, you saw a rather simple set of ingredients enter the plate. Almost as if it was a insult he placed a rather small bowl infront of you while you could see a single stream of tears going down his face, his smile still as brilliant as before while softly nodding.
"Scargot has always been a peculiar fellow, unwilling to eat most meals while only sustaining himself on water, yet he always liked the concept of feeding people what would be a fullfilling meal and so we both worked on this recipe... It... As the kami of now, as somebody carrying the will of every kami. As somebody who has not only accepted the responsibilities but also brought yourself in the heart of everybody, would you please find taking this pride of Scargot and consume it?"
The meal was a rather interesting set of leaves wrapped around a single fillet of meat, the slice could be lifted up by the hand but was still rather big to be instantly placed in the mouth and chewed down untill you noticed how you could consume it, having to wrap the surrounding leaves around a single chunk it would enter the mouth and be chewed thoroughly before swallowed. Yet if you were to taste it, the salty taste of the cabbage leaves drowned in a soft wine while its alcohol was drastically watered down it still held a fruity punch as you could start to feel a barrage of blows against your taste buds. Like a sharp flurry, these flurries could easily be represented from the emotional blows that a kami would obtain in their lives, seeing those humans who grew precious to them slowly grow older and die before they would have to stand there, speaking the last words over their grave while visiting it every year. The simply responsibility of the task as massive as a kami represented from the simply assault of flavour that was happening right now untill a soft wash of liquids exited the meat itself, like a waterfall filling your mouth with a compassionate flavour, a compassionate flavour that embraced the entire body of a person while constantly bringing forth a watery feel untill the realization became obvious, the meat having been cooked with such precision and wrapped in the leaves meant that this meal had to be consumed just before it was done as the sharp taste was part of the body trying to adjust to the heat untill the meat started to melt itself in your mouth, slowly streaming down. A form of food that represented itself in the mere essence of the sharp flurry of blows from responsibility and the respectfull embrace of the feeling of the food, constantly supporting you.
Yet after this meal you would find Ayumu having pulled out a long bottle and pouring out a rich aroma filled drink into a bowl shaped cup till it nearly overflowed before slowly shoving one towards you.
"I have to grow stronger to become able in the future... Hoping to one day find ways to strenghten myself, i have to do my best to carry the pride of my old friend scargot, but just as you have to carry your own responsibilities... Would you mind sharing these responsibilities?, I may be far out of the age range of what seems to be a good friend, hell, at the age of 431 i dont find anybody near my age anymore. Yet you would not mind, neither of you to make somebody like me a good pal right?"
Smiling towards etoru while sneakily shoving a bowl shaped cup towards him too, filled with a rich scented juice, hiding the whole fact it was not a alcoholic drink from most people apart from a culinary expert with the miniscule diffrence in the scent while giving a nod to Bing that it would be okay. Soon making it apparant he wanted to swear a oath between the four of them, a oath to do their bests to do what they believed right, a single ember inside of him hoping that the kami's still had the holy water but knowing that such a item was impossible to find anymore. It should have dried up with the end of the Kami was what Ayumu honestly believed, his mind more focused on the mere knowledge of having such potential filled people able to support him at a moments notice while Hana was simply exciting to take a happy drink. Her body slowly heating up as the flames on her body werent as vicious as before, instead they burned with a strange kind of hope, a emotion that would be impossible to read out of a flame, but instead it was felt. Knowing that the people that were here had a true heart and were able to be corrupted and overcome it, to become stronger than anything she had seen in the future. Hana was truely glad to be able to see such people and have a target to surpass in the future, not knowing that it would have been more of a challenge than she had ever expierienced, but that doesn't make it a bad thing!
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Post by Etoru on Jan 30, 2016 15:42:16 GMT
Etoru stood at the far end of the lookout. He watched the two conversate, but...something was odd. He felt a strange demonic presence about. Was it that strange girl in the onsie that switched into more formal clothes? No...that's not it. Although there was a strange star looking thing, it was all red and sinister looking. So what was this feeling? Suddenly a small little fire ball shot near Etoru. Etoru slapped it, not realizing his hand was on fire now. "Hmph...is that all you can--EEP! FIRE FIRE FIRE!" He started running around blowing his hand. Once the fire was put out, Etoru glared at the imp, who just seemed to chuckle and fly off the lookout. "YOU LITTLE! COME BACK HERE!" Etoru bolted off after him.
[thread exit, PL please.]
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Post by Bing Gan on Jan 31, 2016 7:23:27 GMT
[My apologies Nostalgic Ayumu but we'll have to end this thread early. I'm planning something soon and I need to cut down on as many threads as possible. Perhaps we can follow up some other time?] [ taking PL for this]
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