Post by Celerous on Sept 4, 2017 13:20:01 GMT -5
Celerous was the proud owner of a mansion. He’d gotten it for a steal, and it even came in capsule form! It was a very spacious, and square villa, painted an off white, and was topped with red shingles, made of clay. It was comprised of two floors, and two subfloors. Hedges ran the perimeter of the land the villa was built on, and the green shrubs were nearly seven feet in height. They ran into a small clay gatehouse, complete with a black iron gate with the letters ‘FV’ monogrammed in the center. Past the gate, there was a small stone walkway, that led around a large fountain. The walkway ended at five steps, that would lead to the large double front door, made of iron and glass. The backside of the house was much smaller, consisting of a small patio and outdoor bar, along with a square pool.
The first, or ground, floor was wide and spacious, laid in white and brown alternating tile, and made up of a large foyer with two staircases leading up on either side of the room. Underneath these staircases were two iron doors that lead to the back patio. On the back wall, behind a moving portrait of Celerous’s father in a suit, there was an elevator that would lead down to the two sub floors. To the right of the foyer was the parlor, in which two velvet red couches, and three velvet red chairs, could be found placed around a mahogany coffee table. The furniture sat on an assortment of rugs of the same color, and nearby was a smooth brick fireplace that had been built between two stained glass windows. To the left of the foyer was the dining hall, in which sat a long mahogany dining table under an iron and glass chandelier. Even farther left was the kitchen, which despite the aged look of the villa, was equipped with the most modern cookware, utensils, and equipment.
The second floor, private to most residents, consisted of a number of bedrooms and Celerous’s study. The study was rather small, fitting only a desk made of mahogany (Celerous figured out he liked mahogany during the buy) and a comfortable chair, both of which faced the doorway. The most prominent feature of the room was the large window, that looked out onto the back patio and pool, and the base of Mount Paozu. The master bedroom, by far the room on the second floor that Celerous spent the most time in, was spacious and contained a four-poster, king sized bed. Red satin sheets and four fluffy pillows rested on top of it, and through a door left of the bed was the bathroom. A spacious shower sat in the back corner, with an individual tub, a sink (sitting on a tile counter with a HUGE mirror), and a toilet all made of porcelain sat nearby.
The first sublevel was almost a waste of space to Celerous’s eyes. It was one large room, kind of dark, in which an uncountable number of wine barrels sat, all of different selections. They had come with the villa, which was great, but Celerous wasn’t much of a fan of alcohol. There were also racks containing individual bottles on the wall across from the elevator, supposedly containing various expensive and aged wines, but like with the barrels, Celerous didn’t pay much attention to any of that.
The second sublevel, and final floor of the house, was where Celerous spent the most time. It was dominated by a large training room, with padded walls and floors, as well as a room that contained various exercise equipment. There was a large room to the right as well, but it was empty. The realtor he had bought the house and land from said that he could probably rig a gravity machine inside, but Celerous didn’t even know what a gravity machine *was*. Before he could ask, the woman had dropped the capsule and the keys in his hand, and drove away from the hedged parcel of land.
At the moment, Celerous was lazily lounging in the parlor on one of the red velvet couches. He yawned, very content, and debating on taking a nap right where he was. He’d definitely earned one. After all the hard work he’d put into making the money necessary to purchase the land and mansion, along with still being a little traumatized from almost being drank like a smoothie, no one could deny him a nice and quiet slumber. Anyone who would dare try (not that there was anyone in the house besides him) would get a fist to the face for their effort. He might even follow up with a knee to the groin, if he woke up grumpy enough.
Letting out yet another yawn, Celerous finally let himself fall flat onto the couch’s cushions, tucking his hands behind his head as he did so. He turned his gaze to the fireplace near him, watching the small fire he had built crackle and pop. It was almost mesmerizing, and Celerous felt his eyes flutter shut. When was the last time he’d slept on something other than the ground? It was probably no more than a month prior, but to Celerous, it felt like it could have been years. He supposed that a month of traveling and sleeping in the wild, followed up by fighting all sorts of scum and creatures, and topped with eating unseasoned meat, would be enough to warp anyone’s perception of time.
The funny thing was; he wasn’t even close to finished with his travels yet. Despite his month long jaunt around Earth, the amount of landmarks he’d visited was surprisingly small. He’d walked the Karinga Tribe’s Holy Grounds, and visited the Tower of Korin, true, but even those places were but a dot on the atlas of the Earth’s territory. To think that, before he left home, his ambition was to explore all of Earth before taking off into space. He’d have to rethink that idea. In fact, he’d *been* rethinking that decision for a little while now. As much as he loved his home planet, and wanted to see more of it, something inside of him itched to go to space.
Hell, he had a fucking spacecraft parked in the front lawn, never used. His parents had both explored space, traveling throughout the sectors of Wild Space, and taking on odd jobs like mercenaries. There was something romantic about that tale to Celerous, and he wasn’t talking about his parent’s actual romance. No, the thought of traveling to odd and random planets, seeing rare and unknown sights, while fighting odd and random species of aliens.... The whole notion made Celerous’s blood pump, in the best of ways. He supposed it was his Saiyan cells, aching for a good fight.
Speaking of Saiyans, Celerous had heard that the Remnant Alliance had taken up a plot of land on Namek. Something about building a new city after Natto was destroyed. That was something worth checking out. Celerous had never actually met another Saiyan before, aside from his father and grandfather, obviously. He’d never met a Namekian before either, so in reality, he could kill two birds with a single stone. But would he be welcomed? Did he have to, like, give word of his arrival beforehand? Check in with customs? Did the Namekians even have a government that would monitor such a thing like who came to, and left from, the planet? He supposed there was only one way to find out.
With the erratic way his blood was now pumping, thanks to the thoughts of fighting and exploring new places, Celerous knew his afternoon nap had just gone out the window. He supposed he’d have to punch *himself* in the face now. Dammit. He sat up straight, and shook his head to clear his body from the remaining dregs of weariness that had managed to cling to his being. If he couldn’t sleep now, then maybe it was time for a little bit of training. After all, he was sure to end up tussling with a few Saiyan (and maybe even a couple of Namekians) if he did end up taking a small vacation to Namek. With a sigh, he rose from the couch, and took a minute to stretch his muscles.
Walking out of the parlor, and entering the foyer, Celerous kept his mind distracted with the echoing sound of his footsteps on the colored tile below him. The mansion he’d bought (he preferred to call it a “villa,” but the saleswoman had frowned when he mentioned the word) was big, far bigger than he would ever need, and he wondered if he should invite Mom and Gramps to come live with him. He then dismissed the idea; neither one of them would ever willingly leave the farm, much less sell it to come live with him. Still, having some visitors would be nice. As luxurious as his new villa was, the size only reminded him of how lonely it was to be on his own.
Once he’d reached the center of the foyer, he turned to face the large portrait of his father. Now his dad, Celerous was sure, would have come to live in the mansion in a heartbeat. Celerous was young when his father had passed, and even younger still when he’d actually spent time with the man, but he did remember that Dad wasn’t fond of growing and cultivating cabbage. Not that he blamed the man; Celerous didn’t miss working on the farm at all. He’d much rather be out here, training and taking odd jobs to keep himself fed. With a smile at the thought that he might actually be a little more like his dad than he originally assumed, Celerous approached the large painting and pressed a button on the bottom of the heavy frame.
The wall the portrait hung on seemed to pop inwards, before sliding to Celerous’s left. The opening that the wall left in its wake revealed a sizable elevator. It was made of metal and glass, almost like the entry door behind him, and was longer than it was wide. Celerous guessed that he could fit six barrels of wine in the elevator, in two rows of three columns. The glass door slid open, and Celerous stepped inside. Eying the three buttons on the leftmost wall of the elevator (one for each floor with the exception of the second floor), Celerous pressed the bottommost one, which would take him to the second sublevel of the house. The door slid closed with a hiss of air, and the elevator smoothly began to descend.
A few seconds later, the elevator reached the end of its ride. The glass door of the elevator revealed his second favorite area of the house: his training room. The door slid open, and Celerous walked out into the open room. He let out a breath, adjusted his weighted gi, and dropped into the Kikoukenjutsu Sword Stance that Galen had shown him. That was when he realized that he hadn’t brought his sword down with him. Dammit. Oh well, he’d just have to practice hand to hand instead. Kami knew he could use more than a little work on that. Though, training without knowing a real fighting style could be more detrimental to him than beneficial…
Whatever. If he didn’t practice at all, it’d be even more detrimental to him.
Starting off his routine by throwing out a haphazard flurry of blows, Celerous let his mind wander as his body began to move on pure instinct. The first thing that came to mind was a question; could he really call himself a martial artist like his mother, if he didn’t actual practice a martial art? He’d learned a little about swordplay from Galen, but he wasn’t sure if he could count it. In his head, Celerous thought of martial arts as varying styles of hand to hand combat; fighting with the fists, instead of weapons. But he knew that wasn’t correct.
Galen’s sword school was just as much a martial art as anything else. And, it was one that Celerous was very interested in learning. He just also wanted to learn how to use his fists.
Celerous sighed. He couldn’t do anything about it down in his basement. If he wanted to learn how to fight, he would have to find someone to teach him.
Throwing an unpracticed punch, Celerous told himself that later he would find someone to properly train him. For now, muscle gains would have to be enough for him. At least he could spend all day getting ripped.
Ha! And he was supposed to relax today...
Asking Pl (LWC + Mansion)
The first, or ground, floor was wide and spacious, laid in white and brown alternating tile, and made up of a large foyer with two staircases leading up on either side of the room. Underneath these staircases were two iron doors that lead to the back patio. On the back wall, behind a moving portrait of Celerous’s father in a suit, there was an elevator that would lead down to the two sub floors. To the right of the foyer was the parlor, in which two velvet red couches, and three velvet red chairs, could be found placed around a mahogany coffee table. The furniture sat on an assortment of rugs of the same color, and nearby was a smooth brick fireplace that had been built between two stained glass windows. To the left of the foyer was the dining hall, in which sat a long mahogany dining table under an iron and glass chandelier. Even farther left was the kitchen, which despite the aged look of the villa, was equipped with the most modern cookware, utensils, and equipment.
The second floor, private to most residents, consisted of a number of bedrooms and Celerous’s study. The study was rather small, fitting only a desk made of mahogany (Celerous figured out he liked mahogany during the buy) and a comfortable chair, both of which faced the doorway. The most prominent feature of the room was the large window, that looked out onto the back patio and pool, and the base of Mount Paozu. The master bedroom, by far the room on the second floor that Celerous spent the most time in, was spacious and contained a four-poster, king sized bed. Red satin sheets and four fluffy pillows rested on top of it, and through a door left of the bed was the bathroom. A spacious shower sat in the back corner, with an individual tub, a sink (sitting on a tile counter with a HUGE mirror), and a toilet all made of porcelain sat nearby.
The first sublevel was almost a waste of space to Celerous’s eyes. It was one large room, kind of dark, in which an uncountable number of wine barrels sat, all of different selections. They had come with the villa, which was great, but Celerous wasn’t much of a fan of alcohol. There were also racks containing individual bottles on the wall across from the elevator, supposedly containing various expensive and aged wines, but like with the barrels, Celerous didn’t pay much attention to any of that.
The second sublevel, and final floor of the house, was where Celerous spent the most time. It was dominated by a large training room, with padded walls and floors, as well as a room that contained various exercise equipment. There was a large room to the right as well, but it was empty. The realtor he had bought the house and land from said that he could probably rig a gravity machine inside, but Celerous didn’t even know what a gravity machine *was*. Before he could ask, the woman had dropped the capsule and the keys in his hand, and drove away from the hedged parcel of land.
At the moment, Celerous was lazily lounging in the parlor on one of the red velvet couches. He yawned, very content, and debating on taking a nap right where he was. He’d definitely earned one. After all the hard work he’d put into making the money necessary to purchase the land and mansion, along with still being a little traumatized from almost being drank like a smoothie, no one could deny him a nice and quiet slumber. Anyone who would dare try (not that there was anyone in the house besides him) would get a fist to the face for their effort. He might even follow up with a knee to the groin, if he woke up grumpy enough.
Letting out yet another yawn, Celerous finally let himself fall flat onto the couch’s cushions, tucking his hands behind his head as he did so. He turned his gaze to the fireplace near him, watching the small fire he had built crackle and pop. It was almost mesmerizing, and Celerous felt his eyes flutter shut. When was the last time he’d slept on something other than the ground? It was probably no more than a month prior, but to Celerous, it felt like it could have been years. He supposed that a month of traveling and sleeping in the wild, followed up by fighting all sorts of scum and creatures, and topped with eating unseasoned meat, would be enough to warp anyone’s perception of time.
The funny thing was; he wasn’t even close to finished with his travels yet. Despite his month long jaunt around Earth, the amount of landmarks he’d visited was surprisingly small. He’d walked the Karinga Tribe’s Holy Grounds, and visited the Tower of Korin, true, but even those places were but a dot on the atlas of the Earth’s territory. To think that, before he left home, his ambition was to explore all of Earth before taking off into space. He’d have to rethink that idea. In fact, he’d *been* rethinking that decision for a little while now. As much as he loved his home planet, and wanted to see more of it, something inside of him itched to go to space.
Hell, he had a fucking spacecraft parked in the front lawn, never used. His parents had both explored space, traveling throughout the sectors of Wild Space, and taking on odd jobs like mercenaries. There was something romantic about that tale to Celerous, and he wasn’t talking about his parent’s actual romance. No, the thought of traveling to odd and random planets, seeing rare and unknown sights, while fighting odd and random species of aliens.... The whole notion made Celerous’s blood pump, in the best of ways. He supposed it was his Saiyan cells, aching for a good fight.
Speaking of Saiyans, Celerous had heard that the Remnant Alliance had taken up a plot of land on Namek. Something about building a new city after Natto was destroyed. That was something worth checking out. Celerous had never actually met another Saiyan before, aside from his father and grandfather, obviously. He’d never met a Namekian before either, so in reality, he could kill two birds with a single stone. But would he be welcomed? Did he have to, like, give word of his arrival beforehand? Check in with customs? Did the Namekians even have a government that would monitor such a thing like who came to, and left from, the planet? He supposed there was only one way to find out.
With the erratic way his blood was now pumping, thanks to the thoughts of fighting and exploring new places, Celerous knew his afternoon nap had just gone out the window. He supposed he’d have to punch *himself* in the face now. Dammit. He sat up straight, and shook his head to clear his body from the remaining dregs of weariness that had managed to cling to his being. If he couldn’t sleep now, then maybe it was time for a little bit of training. After all, he was sure to end up tussling with a few Saiyan (and maybe even a couple of Namekians) if he did end up taking a small vacation to Namek. With a sigh, he rose from the couch, and took a minute to stretch his muscles.
Walking out of the parlor, and entering the foyer, Celerous kept his mind distracted with the echoing sound of his footsteps on the colored tile below him. The mansion he’d bought (he preferred to call it a “villa,” but the saleswoman had frowned when he mentioned the word) was big, far bigger than he would ever need, and he wondered if he should invite Mom and Gramps to come live with him. He then dismissed the idea; neither one of them would ever willingly leave the farm, much less sell it to come live with him. Still, having some visitors would be nice. As luxurious as his new villa was, the size only reminded him of how lonely it was to be on his own.
Once he’d reached the center of the foyer, he turned to face the large portrait of his father. Now his dad, Celerous was sure, would have come to live in the mansion in a heartbeat. Celerous was young when his father had passed, and even younger still when he’d actually spent time with the man, but he did remember that Dad wasn’t fond of growing and cultivating cabbage. Not that he blamed the man; Celerous didn’t miss working on the farm at all. He’d much rather be out here, training and taking odd jobs to keep himself fed. With a smile at the thought that he might actually be a little more like his dad than he originally assumed, Celerous approached the large painting and pressed a button on the bottom of the heavy frame.
The wall the portrait hung on seemed to pop inwards, before sliding to Celerous’s left. The opening that the wall left in its wake revealed a sizable elevator. It was made of metal and glass, almost like the entry door behind him, and was longer than it was wide. Celerous guessed that he could fit six barrels of wine in the elevator, in two rows of three columns. The glass door slid open, and Celerous stepped inside. Eying the three buttons on the leftmost wall of the elevator (one for each floor with the exception of the second floor), Celerous pressed the bottommost one, which would take him to the second sublevel of the house. The door slid closed with a hiss of air, and the elevator smoothly began to descend.
A few seconds later, the elevator reached the end of its ride. The glass door of the elevator revealed his second favorite area of the house: his training room. The door slid open, and Celerous walked out into the open room. He let out a breath, adjusted his weighted gi, and dropped into the Kikoukenjutsu Sword Stance that Galen had shown him. That was when he realized that he hadn’t brought his sword down with him. Dammit. Oh well, he’d just have to practice hand to hand instead. Kami knew he could use more than a little work on that. Though, training without knowing a real fighting style could be more detrimental to him than beneficial…
Whatever. If he didn’t practice at all, it’d be even more detrimental to him.
Starting off his routine by throwing out a haphazard flurry of blows, Celerous let his mind wander as his body began to move on pure instinct. The first thing that came to mind was a question; could he really call himself a martial artist like his mother, if he didn’t actual practice a martial art? He’d learned a little about swordplay from Galen, but he wasn’t sure if he could count it. In his head, Celerous thought of martial arts as varying styles of hand to hand combat; fighting with the fists, instead of weapons. But he knew that wasn’t correct.
Galen’s sword school was just as much a martial art as anything else. And, it was one that Celerous was very interested in learning. He just also wanted to learn how to use his fists.
Celerous sighed. He couldn’t do anything about it down in his basement. If he wanted to learn how to fight, he would have to find someone to teach him.
Throwing an unpracticed punch, Celerous told himself that later he would find someone to properly train him. For now, muscle gains would have to be enough for him. At least he could spend all day getting ripped.
Ha! And he was supposed to relax today...
Asking Pl (LWC + Mansion)
