Post by Celerous on Oct 19, 2017 15:28:56 GMT -5
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The air above the Karinga Tribe's village, but below the peak of Galen's Tower, was as biting as Celerous remembered it to be. With only his weighted gi and his short sleeved undershirt for protection, Celerous didn't have much in the way of protection against the cold. If he really wanted to, the hybrid could fly to his villa and grab a coat. Hell, Legate would probably just have one waiting, tucked over his blue shelled arm. But no. The cold air was uncomfortable, and Celerous, at the very least, deserved to be uncomfortable.
The Earth had been in peril, and he wasn't here to help. His family had been stuck on a dying planet, and he wasn't around to shield them. Celerous Fark deserved far worse than a little discomfort. He should have been here. Celerous had been playing tourist on Namek, when he really should have been fighting alongside Galen.
Galen. Just thinking of the Human's name sent a twinge of shame coursing throughout Celerous' very being. After the hybrid has made sure his family was secure (and they were, in fact, the farm had been far enough South that whatever caused the Northern hemisphere to cripple itself and die out hadn't reached them), he'd scoured the planet for the Towerkeeper. He'd even gone as farm into the cold North as he dared, before coming to the conclusion that Galen was nowhere to be found.
Either the swordsman was purposely hiding, which Celerous found highly unlikely, or, and this was probably the more accurate guess, Galen had perished during the strikes on Earth.
Celerous found his floating meditation interrupted by the balling of his fists. Rage boiled beneath his skin; in his blood. Celerous had scaled Galen's Tower, uninvited, and the man welcomed him with a smile. He trained him in his very own sword style, and asked nothing in return. Galen had even invited him to return to learn under him some more!
And Celerous had repaid him by being voluntarily absent when Galen might have needed him. It was a fact that burned Celerous, like a hot iron searing itself into his flesh.
Celerous wouldn't fail him again, whether the man was alive or not. Until Galen returned, or someone saw fit to claim his place as the Towerkeeper (was that how it worked? Celerous wasn't sure), the hybrid would watch over the Karinga Tribe, and assume the role of their protector. Celerous had sworn on his life, if only to himself, that no harm would come to the peaceful tribe so long as he still drew breath.
It was the least he could do for Galen.
WC: 441
Jie Shan Lan Dian
The air above the Karinga Tribe's village, but below the peak of Galen's Tower, was as biting as Celerous remembered it to be. With only his weighted gi and his short sleeved undershirt for protection, Celerous didn't have much in the way of protection against the cold. If he really wanted to, the hybrid could fly to his villa and grab a coat. Hell, Legate would probably just have one waiting, tucked over his blue shelled arm. But no. The cold air was uncomfortable, and Celerous, at the very least, deserved to be uncomfortable.
The Earth had been in peril, and he wasn't here to help. His family had been stuck on a dying planet, and he wasn't around to shield them. Celerous Fark deserved far worse than a little discomfort. He should have been here. Celerous had been playing tourist on Namek, when he really should have been fighting alongside Galen.
Galen. Just thinking of the Human's name sent a twinge of shame coursing throughout Celerous' very being. After the hybrid has made sure his family was secure (and they were, in fact, the farm had been far enough South that whatever caused the Northern hemisphere to cripple itself and die out hadn't reached them), he'd scoured the planet for the Towerkeeper. He'd even gone as farm into the cold North as he dared, before coming to the conclusion that Galen was nowhere to be found.
Either the swordsman was purposely hiding, which Celerous found highly unlikely, or, and this was probably the more accurate guess, Galen had perished during the strikes on Earth.
Celerous found his floating meditation interrupted by the balling of his fists. Rage boiled beneath his skin; in his blood. Celerous had scaled Galen's Tower, uninvited, and the man welcomed him with a smile. He trained him in his very own sword style, and asked nothing in return. Galen had even invited him to return to learn under him some more!
And Celerous had repaid him by being voluntarily absent when Galen might have needed him. It was a fact that burned Celerous, like a hot iron searing itself into his flesh.
Celerous wouldn't fail him again, whether the man was alive or not. Until Galen returned, or someone saw fit to claim his place as the Towerkeeper (was that how it worked? Celerous wasn't sure), the hybrid would watch over the Karinga Tribe, and assume the role of their protector. Celerous had sworn on his life, if only to himself, that no harm would come to the peaceful tribe so long as he still drew breath.
It was the least he could do for Galen.
WC: 441
Jie Shan Lan Dian