Post by Celerous on Aug 4, 2017 6:30:44 GMT -5
[Pl: 9372; 7029 with Light WC. Don't think it matter on this one though.]
Penguin Village, was a neat little village town tucked on one of the edges of Gengoro Island. The buildings were closely clumped together, and the brick streets that wove around them were more akin to a hiking trail than the asphalt roads of Satan City or any of the other metropolises on Earth. Flowers of a magnitude of colors bloomed from every apartment terrace, and even more could be see on the distant rolling hills to the North. The only thing that confused Celerous, was that he had yet to actually see any penguins.
It was still early in the morning, no more than an hour or two past sunrise, and Celerous was sat outside a boardwalk cafe near the motel he had bunked at the night before. His view was gorgeous; nothing but the deep blue water of the ocean cresting upon the sandbanks, and the gentle curve of the bay’s white beaches are far as his eyes could see. He let out a contented sigh, watching as the condensation from his breath rose into the chilly air. Absentmindedly, he rubbed his chest for warmth..
A snout nudged his right arm, and Celerous knew to lower his shoulder. Tiny paws clambered up his bicep, and a small plopped himself down on Celerous’s shoulder, the small things fur warming his ear. The tiny critter had approached Celerous an hour earlier, looking for nuts. Celerous reached into a small bag and pulled out a fat orange berry. His new friend’s snout immediately began to sniff the air, and Celerous raised his hand to offer the berry to the brown furball. His front forelimbs grasped it, and he guided it to his mouth.
“Quite the view, isn’t it bro? You think there might be some fish in those waters?”
The Saiyan’s head turned like a swivel, and the squirrel was lucky that he was looking left, else the poor guy might have found himself ousted from Celerous’s shoulder by accident. Even so, his front arms buried themselves in Celerous’s short brown hair. He assumed the thing had been steadying himself, but instead he used them to pull his tiny head on top of the hybrid’s hair. He quipped a happy squeak to the newcomer.
The man in question was taller than Celerous, with blonde hair and blue eyes. He wore a blue patterned flannel, with black skin tight jeans and combat boots. In one hand he held a half-eaten croissant, and in the other his blue phone, which Celerous assumed he was using to read up on all the fish indigenous to the area. He waved the phone hand in greeting, which Celerous returned with a smirk, and the man walked around the table the hybrid and his squirrel were at and plopped himself down in a spare chair.
“Name’s Tyson, hope you don’t mind me sitting here,” the man said.
“Not at all, I could use some company. You’re up early,” Celerous said to him, handing another berry to the critter draped over his head.
“Yeah, we islanders are early risers, as it turns out.”
Celerous had to disagree, as he saw quite literally no one out on the street. In fact, if the morning were any emptier, there’d be a tumbleweed blowing through. But, not wanting to start an argument with a stranger, Celerous let the comment go through one ear, and out the other.
“You didn’t answer my question,” his attention was brought back to Tyson, who was staring out at the water, clearly oblivious to Celerous’s disbelief, “think I could find some salmon if I went down to the shore? If we maybe I took a boat out into the sea?”
Celerous had barely been in Penguin Village for twelve hours, how was he supposed to know? He didn’t respond rudely like that, however, and instead pondered the question for a few seconds. Why wouldn’t there be salmon in the sea? That’s where salmon were found right? He had grown up on a farm, not in a fishing village, so he honestly wasn’t a hundred percent sure about that answer. Still, the man had asked him a question, and he intended to answer it, if only to be polite.
“It’s always possible,” he said to Tyson, “but do you really want to spend money on a rental, just for the some salmon? I mean, I’m no seafarer, but I know that stuff can be pretty expensive...”
“Of course it’s expensive, that’s half the fun of it,” Tyson frowned, looking at Celerous as if he wondered if the hybrid knew what he was talking about. To be fair, Celerous really didn’t know what he was talking about.
“A good rod and reel would cost a lot of money, and I don’t know how zeni inflation is in this city. I have even less of a clue about how much it would cost for a trip out on the water. I guess you could go walk the docks and see if anyone would take you out for free, but if spending the money is half the fun, then I don’t know what the point would be.”
The squirrel perched on his head made a noise in agreement, as if he had a comprehension of what money actually was. Maybe he did.
Tyson sighed in defeat, “I guess you non-islanders just don’t understand the enjoyment of sailing on the seas in an expensive boat, fishing for your life.”
Celerous didn’t understand, and honestly thought the man sitting with him had a screw or two loose.
“I just don’t see the point of spending money frivolously,” he tried to explain to Tyson, before chuckling and adding, “I was raised on a farm. We didn’t have a whole lot of money, and we certainly didn’t have a boat. What would we do with it? Take it out in the mud?”
They both guffawed at that, knowing how ridiculous such an idea was.
They sat there a while longer, staring out at the tide silently. As much as Celerous itched to get back out on the road, especially now that Tyson mentioned the idea of getting out on the sea, he still found myself enjoying the brisk air of the calm morning. The chill almost reminded him of home, as mornings on the farm were often just as cold. Then he remembered that “home” came with the labor of maintaining a farm, and suddenly Celerous wasn’t homesick in the slightest.
“You’re thinking about home, aren’t you?” Tyson’s words made his head jolt towards the man, and this time, the squirrel had to shift his body to Celerous’s left shoulder to avoid being ejected, “don’t bother denying it, you sightseers all get the same wistful look on your faces.”
“Yeah, a bit,” Celerous said, letting a slight smile grace his face, hoping to rid himself of the wistful look he apparently had, “but then I remembered how much it sucks to maintain a farm.”
“Ha, never had the pleasure myself,” Tyson laughed, “I make my living by running the front desk at a clinic nearby. What’s it like?”
“Hard and boring work,” Celerous said with a hefty sigh, “Hours of harvesting and weeding and inspecting crops every single day gets old after a while, and I’ve had to do it for nineteen years. It only got harder after my dad passed too. As much as I love my family, I’m glad to be away. I wanna live my own life, go and do my own thing. Can’t do that if I’m restricted to a farm all my life.”
Celerous stopped himself. It had been quite a long time since he talked to anyone about his father, much less some stranger he had just met. He made a mental note to try and avoid the topic if Tyson didn’t immediately ask about it.
“Yeah, that doesn’t sound like it’s very thrilling,” Tyson said, ignoring the dead dad part, much to Celerous’s relief, “as much as I love fishing, I don’t think I could go out and do it everyday for nearly two decades. I know it’s not exactly the same as working on the farm, but I just don’t think an outside job is my thing. I kinda like my central cooling you know?”
“I get that,” Celerous paused for a moment to collect his thoughts, “it does get awfully muggy as the day goes on. Summer is brutal, and the only real reprieve you get from the work is in the Winter when the crops stop growing. We grew cabbage pretty much every season except Winter, and let me tell you, I grew to appreciate Winter real quick!”
Celerous and Tyson laughed together for a few moments, before settling into a comfortable silence.
“So, is there any real reason as to why you came to Penguin Village of all places?” Tyson looked over once more.
“I wanted to see penguins,” Celerous answered truthfully, “and boy was I disappointed.”
“Yeah, the name is misleading. It doesn’t even really snow here all that often.”
Celerous chuckled at that. A beeping sound went off, and Celerous turned to see Tyson glance down at his watch.
“Oh shit, I’m gonna be late for work. It was nice talking to you man!”
Tyson got up to leave, and waved goodbye. Before he could disappear though, Celerous shouted after him.
“Wait, why did you ask me if there were fish in the sea if you live here?”
Tyson turned around to yell, “I’ve never been fishing before!”
Then he was gone.
“But… you said you loved to fish....”
Shaking his head at the confirmation that, yes, dude had a screw or two loose, Celerous stood up and looked around for his furry friend. When he didn’t see him anywhere, the hybrid assumed that he must have left while he was chatting with Tyson. It was somewhat worrisome that Celerous hadn’t noticed, considering that the critter had been perched on his head last time he had checked.
Oh well. Everyone zoned out every now and then. Standing and adjusting the weighted portion of his gi so that it didn’t rest uncomfortable on his shoulders, Celerous took to the air, aiming to head back to Mount Paozu.
[WC: 1758. Light WC are equipped.]
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Penguin Village, was a neat little village town tucked on one of the edges of Gengoro Island. The buildings were closely clumped together, and the brick streets that wove around them were more akin to a hiking trail than the asphalt roads of Satan City or any of the other metropolises on Earth. Flowers of a magnitude of colors bloomed from every apartment terrace, and even more could be see on the distant rolling hills to the North. The only thing that confused Celerous, was that he had yet to actually see any penguins.
It was still early in the morning, no more than an hour or two past sunrise, and Celerous was sat outside a boardwalk cafe near the motel he had bunked at the night before. His view was gorgeous; nothing but the deep blue water of the ocean cresting upon the sandbanks, and the gentle curve of the bay’s white beaches are far as his eyes could see. He let out a contented sigh, watching as the condensation from his breath rose into the chilly air. Absentmindedly, he rubbed his chest for warmth..
A snout nudged his right arm, and Celerous knew to lower his shoulder. Tiny paws clambered up his bicep, and a small plopped himself down on Celerous’s shoulder, the small things fur warming his ear. The tiny critter had approached Celerous an hour earlier, looking for nuts. Celerous reached into a small bag and pulled out a fat orange berry. His new friend’s snout immediately began to sniff the air, and Celerous raised his hand to offer the berry to the brown furball. His front forelimbs grasped it, and he guided it to his mouth.
“Quite the view, isn’t it bro? You think there might be some fish in those waters?”
The Saiyan’s head turned like a swivel, and the squirrel was lucky that he was looking left, else the poor guy might have found himself ousted from Celerous’s shoulder by accident. Even so, his front arms buried themselves in Celerous’s short brown hair. He assumed the thing had been steadying himself, but instead he used them to pull his tiny head on top of the hybrid’s hair. He quipped a happy squeak to the newcomer.
The man in question was taller than Celerous, with blonde hair and blue eyes. He wore a blue patterned flannel, with black skin tight jeans and combat boots. In one hand he held a half-eaten croissant, and in the other his blue phone, which Celerous assumed he was using to read up on all the fish indigenous to the area. He waved the phone hand in greeting, which Celerous returned with a smirk, and the man walked around the table the hybrid and his squirrel were at and plopped himself down in a spare chair.
“Name’s Tyson, hope you don’t mind me sitting here,” the man said.
“Not at all, I could use some company. You’re up early,” Celerous said to him, handing another berry to the critter draped over his head.
“Yeah, we islanders are early risers, as it turns out.”
Celerous had to disagree, as he saw quite literally no one out on the street. In fact, if the morning were any emptier, there’d be a tumbleweed blowing through. But, not wanting to start an argument with a stranger, Celerous let the comment go through one ear, and out the other.
“You didn’t answer my question,” his attention was brought back to Tyson, who was staring out at the water, clearly oblivious to Celerous’s disbelief, “think I could find some salmon if I went down to the shore? If we maybe I took a boat out into the sea?”
Celerous had barely been in Penguin Village for twelve hours, how was he supposed to know? He didn’t respond rudely like that, however, and instead pondered the question for a few seconds. Why wouldn’t there be salmon in the sea? That’s where salmon were found right? He had grown up on a farm, not in a fishing village, so he honestly wasn’t a hundred percent sure about that answer. Still, the man had asked him a question, and he intended to answer it, if only to be polite.
“It’s always possible,” he said to Tyson, “but do you really want to spend money on a rental, just for the some salmon? I mean, I’m no seafarer, but I know that stuff can be pretty expensive...”
“Of course it’s expensive, that’s half the fun of it,” Tyson frowned, looking at Celerous as if he wondered if the hybrid knew what he was talking about. To be fair, Celerous really didn’t know what he was talking about.
“A good rod and reel would cost a lot of money, and I don’t know how zeni inflation is in this city. I have even less of a clue about how much it would cost for a trip out on the water. I guess you could go walk the docks and see if anyone would take you out for free, but if spending the money is half the fun, then I don’t know what the point would be.”
The squirrel perched on his head made a noise in agreement, as if he had a comprehension of what money actually was. Maybe he did.
Tyson sighed in defeat, “I guess you non-islanders just don’t understand the enjoyment of sailing on the seas in an expensive boat, fishing for your life.”
Celerous didn’t understand, and honestly thought the man sitting with him had a screw or two loose.
“I just don’t see the point of spending money frivolously,” he tried to explain to Tyson, before chuckling and adding, “I was raised on a farm. We didn’t have a whole lot of money, and we certainly didn’t have a boat. What would we do with it? Take it out in the mud?”
They both guffawed at that, knowing how ridiculous such an idea was.
They sat there a while longer, staring out at the tide silently. As much as Celerous itched to get back out on the road, especially now that Tyson mentioned the idea of getting out on the sea, he still found myself enjoying the brisk air of the calm morning. The chill almost reminded him of home, as mornings on the farm were often just as cold. Then he remembered that “home” came with the labor of maintaining a farm, and suddenly Celerous wasn’t homesick in the slightest.
“You’re thinking about home, aren’t you?” Tyson’s words made his head jolt towards the man, and this time, the squirrel had to shift his body to Celerous’s left shoulder to avoid being ejected, “don’t bother denying it, you sightseers all get the same wistful look on your faces.”
“Yeah, a bit,” Celerous said, letting a slight smile grace his face, hoping to rid himself of the wistful look he apparently had, “but then I remembered how much it sucks to maintain a farm.”
“Ha, never had the pleasure myself,” Tyson laughed, “I make my living by running the front desk at a clinic nearby. What’s it like?”
“Hard and boring work,” Celerous said with a hefty sigh, “Hours of harvesting and weeding and inspecting crops every single day gets old after a while, and I’ve had to do it for nineteen years. It only got harder after my dad passed too. As much as I love my family, I’m glad to be away. I wanna live my own life, go and do my own thing. Can’t do that if I’m restricted to a farm all my life.”
Celerous stopped himself. It had been quite a long time since he talked to anyone about his father, much less some stranger he had just met. He made a mental note to try and avoid the topic if Tyson didn’t immediately ask about it.
“Yeah, that doesn’t sound like it’s very thrilling,” Tyson said, ignoring the dead dad part, much to Celerous’s relief, “as much as I love fishing, I don’t think I could go out and do it everyday for nearly two decades. I know it’s not exactly the same as working on the farm, but I just don’t think an outside job is my thing. I kinda like my central cooling you know?”
“I get that,” Celerous paused for a moment to collect his thoughts, “it does get awfully muggy as the day goes on. Summer is brutal, and the only real reprieve you get from the work is in the Winter when the crops stop growing. We grew cabbage pretty much every season except Winter, and let me tell you, I grew to appreciate Winter real quick!”
Celerous and Tyson laughed together for a few moments, before settling into a comfortable silence.
“So, is there any real reason as to why you came to Penguin Village of all places?” Tyson looked over once more.
“I wanted to see penguins,” Celerous answered truthfully, “and boy was I disappointed.”
“Yeah, the name is misleading. It doesn’t even really snow here all that often.”
Celerous chuckled at that. A beeping sound went off, and Celerous turned to see Tyson glance down at his watch.
“Oh shit, I’m gonna be late for work. It was nice talking to you man!”
Tyson got up to leave, and waved goodbye. Before he could disappear though, Celerous shouted after him.
“Wait, why did you ask me if there were fish in the sea if you live here?”
Tyson turned around to yell, “I’ve never been fishing before!”
Then he was gone.
“But… you said you loved to fish....”
Shaking his head at the confirmation that, yes, dude had a screw or two loose, Celerous stood up and looked around for his furry friend. When he didn’t see him anywhere, the hybrid assumed that he must have left while he was chatting with Tyson. It was somewhat worrisome that Celerous hadn’t noticed, considering that the critter had been perched on his head last time he had checked.
Oh well. Everyone zoned out every now and then. Standing and adjusting the weighted portion of his gi so that it didn’t rest uncomfortable on his shoulders, Celerous took to the air, aiming to head back to Mount Paozu.
[WC: 1758. Light WC are equipped.]
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