Post by Celerous on Oct 2, 2017 22:29:03 GMT -5
Despite owning a large and luxurious mansion, Celerous wasn’t one to laze about. The couches and chairs often went unused, the fireplace cold since the day the mansion was purchased, and even the wine barrels in the sublevel were untapped. To Celerous, they were just things. Nice things, sure, but things nonetheless. There were times when the hybrid questioned why he even bothered buying such a large Villa if he only ever used three or four rooms. His father would have called it a giant waste of money, and his grandfather still would. Even his Human mother would chide him for his purchase.
Now, if the mansion actually saw use or guests, it would have been a little different. But the only guest that had ever been inside the villa was Liari, and like Celerous, she only used the training room in the lowest sublevel. Actually, she had kind of helped him trash the training room. Afterwards, she had napped on one of the sofa’s in the parlor, which just so happened to be the only time the parlor had ever been used, before she’d left the premises. In fact, Celerous was pretty sure if he went upstairs right now, he would still be able to see the spot where Liari had rested, as her body would have pushed the velvet fabric of the couch downward, making it appear darker than the rest of the piece of furniture.
The only way that the house would see any use was if Celerous decided to throw a party, and he knew far too few people to justify such an expense. Not to mention that most of the people he knew probably wouldn’t show. Galen would probably be too busy minding his tower, and Liari wouldn’t bother trying to attend a social setting. Celerous hadn’t seen Ebihan in quite a while, and he was also pretty sure that Plasma, the Bio-Android that tried to murder him, had disappeared off the face of the Earth completely. Sarara was almost impossible to get a hold of, and Cel wasn’t exactly sure if he wanted Abscis around his house. So that left only Azarias, and a part of two people wasn’t a party at all.
Maybe it was time to make some more friends.
The hybrid sighed as he dropped into his Kikoukenjutsu Sword Stance once more. At the very least, he thought as he began to go through the training forms Galen had shown him, he would like to meet some new sparring partners. If he was serious about defending the Earth, and he was, then he needed to meet some likeminded people that would help push him to his limits. As much as Celerous enjoyed his solo training, he knew practicing on his lonesome wasn’t nearly as effective as a live sparring match. But where on Earth would he find other people like him? And how would he find them?
The more he thought about it, the more he realized that there was really only one person that could point him in the right direction. Or, so Celerous assumed. After all, the Towerkeeper had to have some connections right? He definitely had to know some other people that would want to band together and train to protect Earth. Celerous was resolved to ask the Human, but it would have to wait until he was ready to return to continue his lessons. Going now, out of the blue, would prove him nothing more than a nuisance to his impromptu master, and he knew that someone as important as Galen didn’t have time for idle questions, even if the man himself would deny such a notion.
Until then, Celerous would just have to make do on his own. He could invite Liari over to practice of course, and he wasn’t against having her around, but with her it was more like he was teaching while she was gaining strength. He couldn’t go full bore against Liari; couldn’t push himself to the height of his power when sparring with her, else he might do some serious damage. There was also the fact that he used a sword, which was a bladed and very lethal weapon, in his training. A single punch a person could survive, but getting stabbed? It was hard to train with someone that didn’t use a melee weapon, and no, that shoddy pipe Liari had pulled out on him didn’t count. He would have cleaved that thing in two if he hadn’t been pulling his punches.
And there was another thing to consider: Celerous didn’t know how to properly fight without a bladed weapon. Specifically, he wasn’t proficient with anything that didn’t resemble a sword. He knew how to throw a proper punch, sure, and he could give a hefty kick to the shin, but that wasn’t real fighting. It was just cheap wrestling shit. Being an expert swordsman was great (not that that was a title he would ever presume to claim), but what would happen if he either lost his weapon or it was broken in battle? What was he gonna do then? Flail?
Saiyans didn’t flail. And while he might only be half, he sure as Hell had the pride of one.
But those were all problems for another day. Even if he wanted to learn a new style of fighting, he didn’t know anyone that could teach him. Galen probably would, but once again, Celerous wasn’t going to waste his time with such simple questions.
Now, Celerous decided as he sheathed his sword, and adjusted the way his weighted gi clung to his body, he could begin packing for his trip to Namek. His ship was parked out front, ready to go. All he had to do was pack a few duffle bags for the extended trip, and then he’d be on his way. It would be a nice little vacation, and Celerous felt that, after all his hard work training, he deserved a little get away. He’d always wanted to see Namek, ever since he’d read about the planet in one of his old books. Plus, Cel had never met a Namekian, and he was eager to experience what it was like to meet a non-Earth race for the first time.
There were Saiyans on Namek too. The Remnant Alliance was establishing something of a colony there, if the news reports he’d read were true at all. Celerous had never met another Saiyan, aside from his family of course, and it would be nice to see what Saiyan society was really like. He only hoped they would accept him, he was, after all, a halfbreed from another planet. He was raised Earthling, and he was sure the Saiyan’s would be able to see that. Celerous wasn’t too worried though. Earth and the Remnant Alliance got along well, so he would probably be fine.
He might even find a Saiyan that would be willing to teach him a few moves, who knew? Maybe even the Namekians would be open to showing him how to fight properly. Just the thought of training with others of his race, or with the Namekians, had his blood pumping once more.
He snorted at himself. This was gonna be a vacation, not an extended training trip. He wasn’t gonna run into any danger or anything.
Right?
TWC: 1251
Asking Pl + LWC + Mansion bonus.
Now, if the mansion actually saw use or guests, it would have been a little different. But the only guest that had ever been inside the villa was Liari, and like Celerous, she only used the training room in the lowest sublevel. Actually, she had kind of helped him trash the training room. Afterwards, she had napped on one of the sofa’s in the parlor, which just so happened to be the only time the parlor had ever been used, before she’d left the premises. In fact, Celerous was pretty sure if he went upstairs right now, he would still be able to see the spot where Liari had rested, as her body would have pushed the velvet fabric of the couch downward, making it appear darker than the rest of the piece of furniture.
The only way that the house would see any use was if Celerous decided to throw a party, and he knew far too few people to justify such an expense. Not to mention that most of the people he knew probably wouldn’t show. Galen would probably be too busy minding his tower, and Liari wouldn’t bother trying to attend a social setting. Celerous hadn’t seen Ebihan in quite a while, and he was also pretty sure that Plasma, the Bio-Android that tried to murder him, had disappeared off the face of the Earth completely. Sarara was almost impossible to get a hold of, and Cel wasn’t exactly sure if he wanted Abscis around his house. So that left only Azarias, and a part of two people wasn’t a party at all.
Maybe it was time to make some more friends.
The hybrid sighed as he dropped into his Kikoukenjutsu Sword Stance once more. At the very least, he thought as he began to go through the training forms Galen had shown him, he would like to meet some new sparring partners. If he was serious about defending the Earth, and he was, then he needed to meet some likeminded people that would help push him to his limits. As much as Celerous enjoyed his solo training, he knew practicing on his lonesome wasn’t nearly as effective as a live sparring match. But where on Earth would he find other people like him? And how would he find them?
The more he thought about it, the more he realized that there was really only one person that could point him in the right direction. Or, so Celerous assumed. After all, the Towerkeeper had to have some connections right? He definitely had to know some other people that would want to band together and train to protect Earth. Celerous was resolved to ask the Human, but it would have to wait until he was ready to return to continue his lessons. Going now, out of the blue, would prove him nothing more than a nuisance to his impromptu master, and he knew that someone as important as Galen didn’t have time for idle questions, even if the man himself would deny such a notion.
Until then, Celerous would just have to make do on his own. He could invite Liari over to practice of course, and he wasn’t against having her around, but with her it was more like he was teaching while she was gaining strength. He couldn’t go full bore against Liari; couldn’t push himself to the height of his power when sparring with her, else he might do some serious damage. There was also the fact that he used a sword, which was a bladed and very lethal weapon, in his training. A single punch a person could survive, but getting stabbed? It was hard to train with someone that didn’t use a melee weapon, and no, that shoddy pipe Liari had pulled out on him didn’t count. He would have cleaved that thing in two if he hadn’t been pulling his punches.
And there was another thing to consider: Celerous didn’t know how to properly fight without a bladed weapon. Specifically, he wasn’t proficient with anything that didn’t resemble a sword. He knew how to throw a proper punch, sure, and he could give a hefty kick to the shin, but that wasn’t real fighting. It was just cheap wrestling shit. Being an expert swordsman was great (not that that was a title he would ever presume to claim), but what would happen if he either lost his weapon or it was broken in battle? What was he gonna do then? Flail?
Saiyans didn’t flail. And while he might only be half, he sure as Hell had the pride of one.
But those were all problems for another day. Even if he wanted to learn a new style of fighting, he didn’t know anyone that could teach him. Galen probably would, but once again, Celerous wasn’t going to waste his time with such simple questions.
Now, Celerous decided as he sheathed his sword, and adjusted the way his weighted gi clung to his body, he could begin packing for his trip to Namek. His ship was parked out front, ready to go. All he had to do was pack a few duffle bags for the extended trip, and then he’d be on his way. It would be a nice little vacation, and Celerous felt that, after all his hard work training, he deserved a little get away. He’d always wanted to see Namek, ever since he’d read about the planet in one of his old books. Plus, Cel had never met a Namekian, and he was eager to experience what it was like to meet a non-Earth race for the first time.
There were Saiyans on Namek too. The Remnant Alliance was establishing something of a colony there, if the news reports he’d read were true at all. Celerous had never met another Saiyan, aside from his family of course, and it would be nice to see what Saiyan society was really like. He only hoped they would accept him, he was, after all, a halfbreed from another planet. He was raised Earthling, and he was sure the Saiyan’s would be able to see that. Celerous wasn’t too worried though. Earth and the Remnant Alliance got along well, so he would probably be fine.
He might even find a Saiyan that would be willing to teach him a few moves, who knew? Maybe even the Namekians would be open to showing him how to fight properly. Just the thought of training with others of his race, or with the Namekians, had his blood pumping once more.
He snorted at himself. This was gonna be a vacation, not an extended training trip. He wasn’t gonna run into any danger or anything.
Right?
TWC: 1251
Asking Pl + LWC + Mansion bonus.