Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2017 16:10:28 GMT -5
"Well....here we go again."
Marcel said to himself. He took in a deep breathe before a soft smile developed on his face. He stood in front of the broken down doors of this abandoned sword school with a broom in one hand, and dust pan in another. His attire was the same as usual, except for his lack of a coat, only wearing a white tank top as he didn't want that coat of his to get messy. The hybrid stumbled upon this run down dojo a while back, and decided he would get some cleaning done once he realized exactly what this school use to be. To have one of Earth's sacred, and most cherish dojos in such a state whether this was an old version of it, or not the man simply couldn't tolerate. He didn't know how long this would take him, but he was sure to get this done.
He had already taken care of the garbage, and random debris around the building, but the walls, and of course the door still needed work. Something he'd save for another day. For today, the man decided to focus more on the interior. With that, the demonic Saiyan walked in, making sure not to hit the doors hard enough, or they might just fall. His black boots tapped against the wooden floor, sounds of creaking now filling the quiet area.
Marcel found himself back in the medium sized training area which was still riddled with garbage, torn up floors, and dust. The walls have seen better days, and the ceiling had some holes in it which of course was this only place's source of light as the sunlight peered into each hole. Despite its poor condition, Marcel still held a smile on his face. Just to be standing in a place that many have trained hard in, which had a lot of history to it was enough to keep the guy in a good mood. Law placed the dust pan by the entrance as he started to walk to the other end of the room, staring up at writings, and the katana that decorated the walls on that side, some of them of course missing as this place is pretty old. He continued to look up in admiration for a bit until looking down at the unsheathed katana that laid on the ground in front of him, the one he brought in when he first stumbled on this place.
Once that was done, the hybrid started to sweep up dust, and garbage peacefully, even beginning to hum a light tune while doing so as the broom brushed against the ground. Marcel had no problem with doing some manual labor, even if he wasn't going to get nothing out of it. Just the satisfaction of being able to clean up a place such as this was enough for him. As he did this for some time, the man's head would slowly raise up, his sweeping slowing as he noticed a figure standing right next to the dust pan by the entrance. He appeared to be an elderly woman wearing a purple flower themed kimono, and her hair in a bun. Her eyes looked close, and she held onto a brown can. Her ki felt very low, most likely meaning she was just another normal human, but why would one, especially someone her age be all the way out here? "Oh, sorry dear. Didn't mean to startle you." She would say in an elderly tone. Marcel's sweeping would continue to slow down until it came to a complete stop. Slowly he'd shake his head before saying, "No, no. It's quite alright, Miss." reassuringly. The woman would chuckle a bit as she slowly made her way further in, the bottom of her cane tapping against the ground as she looked around. "I was just taking a little stroll, giving these old bones of mine a little work out when I found myself in this particular place." she claimed, stopping for a moment to look around. "Pretty worn out like myself, so it seems." she jokingly commented, another light chuckle escaping her mouth. "Oh, don't speak like that, Miss. You don't appear to have aged a day if you ask me." the hybrid complimented with a warm smile on his face. He did love making others feel good about themselves. The elderly woman chuckled once more before adding, "Oh, aren't you the charmer?" causing Marcel to rub the back of his head a bit.
"Is this your dojo by any chance? Despite the mess, it does look quite lovely." she asked then commented. It seemed that this woman had some level of admiration for this worn out place just like Law which further filled the guy with warmth. "Actually, it's not. It's just a dojo I stumbled upon a few days back. I didn't like the state of condition this wonderful place was left in, so I took it upon myself to repair it. Kikoukenjutsu School, I believe that's what this place is called." he said, looking up himself at the other floor of this tall building. Personally, Marcel had little skill in the art of swordplay, but he did dabble a bit in it, which only increased the moment he found this place. Even during his training sessions at the Bamboo Forest, the man would break off a decent sized bamboo stick, and practice sword techniques with them. He just seemed so interested with the nature of this abandoned school.
"I see...." she simply said, looking around the place once more with a concerned expression before a warm one replaced it, her eyes set back on Law. "Well, do keep good care of this place, young man. It seems you are doing a good job." the mysterious woman claimed before turning back around, on her way back out. "I really appreciate that, Miss, and I will make sure to do so." he accepted with a nod before going back to sweeping.
"By the way. It seems you've missed a spot over there, dear." she claimed, turning back around to point by the are where the katana were kept. Marcel paused, and looked back there before looking back to see the woman was already walking out the door. With a little smile, Marcel decided to go to the spot she pointed to, and go to work. It was still strange that an elderly woman would choose to stroll all the way out here, but still it was a pleasure to meet her, no matter how brief it was. As Marcel swept in that area, Marcel quickly noticed a piece of the wood on the bottom part of the wall was a bit out of place. Not really seeing it as much of a problem, Marcel would begin to sweep at it in an attempt to push it in, but instead a strange clicking noise would fill that area, causing the hybrid jump back a bit. With his brows raised, Marcel watched as the center wall with the sign began to slide up, revealing....
"A-Another room?" with a baffled expression on his face, Marcel slowly placed the broom to the ground before walking his way into the room to see what secrets it held.
(Exit)
(Current PL: 5,237 due to Heavy WC)
(Actual PL: 20,949)
(WC: 1,212)
Marcel said to himself. He took in a deep breathe before a soft smile developed on his face. He stood in front of the broken down doors of this abandoned sword school with a broom in one hand, and dust pan in another. His attire was the same as usual, except for his lack of a coat, only wearing a white tank top as he didn't want that coat of his to get messy. The hybrid stumbled upon this run down dojo a while back, and decided he would get some cleaning done once he realized exactly what this school use to be. To have one of Earth's sacred, and most cherish dojos in such a state whether this was an old version of it, or not the man simply couldn't tolerate. He didn't know how long this would take him, but he was sure to get this done.
He had already taken care of the garbage, and random debris around the building, but the walls, and of course the door still needed work. Something he'd save for another day. For today, the man decided to focus more on the interior. With that, the demonic Saiyan walked in, making sure not to hit the doors hard enough, or they might just fall. His black boots tapped against the wooden floor, sounds of creaking now filling the quiet area.
Marcel found himself back in the medium sized training area which was still riddled with garbage, torn up floors, and dust. The walls have seen better days, and the ceiling had some holes in it which of course was this only place's source of light as the sunlight peered into each hole. Despite its poor condition, Marcel still held a smile on his face. Just to be standing in a place that many have trained hard in, which had a lot of history to it was enough to keep the guy in a good mood. Law placed the dust pan by the entrance as he started to walk to the other end of the room, staring up at writings, and the katana that decorated the walls on that side, some of them of course missing as this place is pretty old. He continued to look up in admiration for a bit until looking down at the unsheathed katana that laid on the ground in front of him, the one he brought in when he first stumbled on this place.
Once that was done, the hybrid started to sweep up dust, and garbage peacefully, even beginning to hum a light tune while doing so as the broom brushed against the ground. Marcel had no problem with doing some manual labor, even if he wasn't going to get nothing out of it. Just the satisfaction of being able to clean up a place such as this was enough for him. As he did this for some time, the man's head would slowly raise up, his sweeping slowing as he noticed a figure standing right next to the dust pan by the entrance. He appeared to be an elderly woman wearing a purple flower themed kimono, and her hair in a bun. Her eyes looked close, and she held onto a brown can. Her ki felt very low, most likely meaning she was just another normal human, but why would one, especially someone her age be all the way out here? "Oh, sorry dear. Didn't mean to startle you." She would say in an elderly tone. Marcel's sweeping would continue to slow down until it came to a complete stop. Slowly he'd shake his head before saying, "No, no. It's quite alright, Miss." reassuringly. The woman would chuckle a bit as she slowly made her way further in, the bottom of her cane tapping against the ground as she looked around. "I was just taking a little stroll, giving these old bones of mine a little work out when I found myself in this particular place." she claimed, stopping for a moment to look around. "Pretty worn out like myself, so it seems." she jokingly commented, another light chuckle escaping her mouth. "Oh, don't speak like that, Miss. You don't appear to have aged a day if you ask me." the hybrid complimented with a warm smile on his face. He did love making others feel good about themselves. The elderly woman chuckled once more before adding, "Oh, aren't you the charmer?" causing Marcel to rub the back of his head a bit.
"Is this your dojo by any chance? Despite the mess, it does look quite lovely." she asked then commented. It seemed that this woman had some level of admiration for this worn out place just like Law which further filled the guy with warmth. "Actually, it's not. It's just a dojo I stumbled upon a few days back. I didn't like the state of condition this wonderful place was left in, so I took it upon myself to repair it. Kikoukenjutsu School, I believe that's what this place is called." he said, looking up himself at the other floor of this tall building. Personally, Marcel had little skill in the art of swordplay, but he did dabble a bit in it, which only increased the moment he found this place. Even during his training sessions at the Bamboo Forest, the man would break off a decent sized bamboo stick, and practice sword techniques with them. He just seemed so interested with the nature of this abandoned school.
"I see...." she simply said, looking around the place once more with a concerned expression before a warm one replaced it, her eyes set back on Law. "Well, do keep good care of this place, young man. It seems you are doing a good job." the mysterious woman claimed before turning back around, on her way back out. "I really appreciate that, Miss, and I will make sure to do so." he accepted with a nod before going back to sweeping.
"By the way. It seems you've missed a spot over there, dear." she claimed, turning back around to point by the are where the katana were kept. Marcel paused, and looked back there before looking back to see the woman was already walking out the door. With a little smile, Marcel decided to go to the spot she pointed to, and go to work. It was still strange that an elderly woman would choose to stroll all the way out here, but still it was a pleasure to meet her, no matter how brief it was. As Marcel swept in that area, Marcel quickly noticed a piece of the wood on the bottom part of the wall was a bit out of place. Not really seeing it as much of a problem, Marcel would begin to sweep at it in an attempt to push it in, but instead a strange clicking noise would fill that area, causing the hybrid jump back a bit. With his brows raised, Marcel watched as the center wall with the sign began to slide up, revealing....
"A-Another room?" with a baffled expression on his face, Marcel slowly placed the broom to the ground before walking his way into the room to see what secrets it held.
(Exit)
(Current PL: 5,237 due to Heavy WC)
(Actual PL: 20,949)
(WC: 1,212)