Post by Andy on Sept 3, 2018 15:43:20 GMT -5
2 years...
Had it really been over 2 years, since he had left Earth? Since he had left home? It felt almost surreal thinking about it even now, having lived on one planet for a couple hundred years, even after spending 2 years moving from planet to planet and training…
2 years...
Andy would sigh as he lifted a paw, parting the bangs that covered his eyes to better see the sky above - a lavender hue, so different from the blues of home that he was always so familiar with... Clouds were lazily drifting by, and a light breeze was rustling the leaves and grass of the plants around him, and ruffling his fur... Andy hummed softly, an expression of relaxation and calm, as he lowered his hand and let his bangs droop back into place. He would flop back in the grass, not caring if he got dirty - he could always clean himself later. But these old bones, they sometimes needed a rest - and now was an example of thus. Just a few minutes though, and he’d be good to go once more...
With that in mind, closing his eyes, Andy's thoughts began to wander - to the gossip he’d hear then and now, and to the talk of those few who knew of Earth. He recalled a moment, from a while after he had left Earth. It was back towards the end of 1589 - and he had heard that Earth had been attacked yet again, devastating yet another of its cities... For a time then, Andy had wondered if leaving Earth like this had been a good idea - if he hadn't made some mistake, or even deceived himself into believing that leaving was for the best. He hadn't been there to help protect it, or perhaps even help evacuate, or SOMETHING, yet... Logically, he knew then that if he was there when everything happened, it was very well possible that he could've died…
Andy would raise a hand, flexing it, and feeling the life around him, the trees and the grass and the plants that he used to guide himself, when his nose and ears failed him… He had certainly grown since his departure, he could not deny that - he imagined his old self would pale in comparison to how he was now. But... he was still learning - he knew that much for sure - and he had much to learn yet before he could ever stand up to some of the things that may threaten Earth…
Changing tracks though, to something more interesting, more uplifting, and a bit more recent... was news, of Earth's restoration, of it being healed to its former glory once more. How was anyone's guess - though he would not take such a boon for granted, be it some great power, miracle, or luck... Technically, he had known this had happened for awhile as well - having first heard rumors about half a year back, though… He never really had the urge to act upon it, then, while he was still growing, still training... Yet lately, he felt homesick. He longed to see green plains and forests, the open blue sky, the neighborhood he used to live in... Would Mother's grave still be intact, perhaps? It was a hopeful notion - and ever since he first had that notion, it gave him an ever-growing urge to go back, to see if it was so. Perhaps, even, he could find Father somewhere out there… Would he still be alive, assuming age had not taken him yet…?
... Exhaling sharply, Andy would slowly rise - grunting softly as his joints popped in protest; he could’ve rested for awhile longer, though he didn’t really want to bother at the moment. Were it any other time, he'd laugh and joke about how he was 'practically falling apart', even just to himself, but... Now was a time of quiet consideration, as he approached his old spacepod. It was battered - certainly having seen better days - but it was still space worthy, at least for now. He supposed that he could get one or two more trips out of it, before he had to fix it or get a new ship - which while it would be tedious… He was unconcerned with that, considering he still had some zeni on hand, and he could pick up a few quick jobs to make the rest of the zeni it'd cost to do so while he trained. It was how he got by as-is, after all - heavy lifting and scaring off local fauna and the such for the occasional local folk helping him along up to now.
Though, back to the subject of returning home, well... Perhaps it wouldn't hurt, to go home. He had seen all he could of this planet - small as it may be - and if he headed home, he could possibly seek out a proper teacher... Someone who could help him learn to become strong enough - to properly protect Earth, to prevent any further destruction... ... Decision made, Andy would open up the spacepod, and step in. He would snuggle down into the seat, leather cracked and worn, and he would fuss with the finicky old buckles to strap himself in. With a few button presses, the door would seal shut, and the engines would sputter to life with a fwtwtwoom - preparing the trajectory and speed necessary to reach home safely.
Andy, meanwhilst, would lean his head back against the cushions of the seat - closing his eyes. It was always a strange feeling, cutting himself off from the surrounding flora like this - he truly was unable to see like this without parting his bangs, and he found it somewhat unsettling - though he knew he'd be fine as soon as he was on solid ground again. Maybe, when he got there, he could catch up with old friends too, if they were out there… … Lifting the bangs covering one of his eyes and peering out the window, Andy would watch as the planet he had stood on but minutes ago shrunk out of sight, before eventually blending with the rest of the surrounding sights of outer space… Then, he’d let the bangs drop once more - closed his eyes once more - and exhaled, ready to get a little shuteye in before he arrived...
Now, he was going home...
TWC: 1054
Had it really been over 2 years, since he had left Earth? Since he had left home? It felt almost surreal thinking about it even now, having lived on one planet for a couple hundred years, even after spending 2 years moving from planet to planet and training…
2 years...
Andy would sigh as he lifted a paw, parting the bangs that covered his eyes to better see the sky above - a lavender hue, so different from the blues of home that he was always so familiar with... Clouds were lazily drifting by, and a light breeze was rustling the leaves and grass of the plants around him, and ruffling his fur... Andy hummed softly, an expression of relaxation and calm, as he lowered his hand and let his bangs droop back into place. He would flop back in the grass, not caring if he got dirty - he could always clean himself later. But these old bones, they sometimes needed a rest - and now was an example of thus. Just a few minutes though, and he’d be good to go once more...
With that in mind, closing his eyes, Andy's thoughts began to wander - to the gossip he’d hear then and now, and to the talk of those few who knew of Earth. He recalled a moment, from a while after he had left Earth. It was back towards the end of 1589 - and he had heard that Earth had been attacked yet again, devastating yet another of its cities... For a time then, Andy had wondered if leaving Earth like this had been a good idea - if he hadn't made some mistake, or even deceived himself into believing that leaving was for the best. He hadn't been there to help protect it, or perhaps even help evacuate, or SOMETHING, yet... Logically, he knew then that if he was there when everything happened, it was very well possible that he could've died…
Andy would raise a hand, flexing it, and feeling the life around him, the trees and the grass and the plants that he used to guide himself, when his nose and ears failed him… He had certainly grown since his departure, he could not deny that - he imagined his old self would pale in comparison to how he was now. But... he was still learning - he knew that much for sure - and he had much to learn yet before he could ever stand up to some of the things that may threaten Earth…
Changing tracks though, to something more interesting, more uplifting, and a bit more recent... was news, of Earth's restoration, of it being healed to its former glory once more. How was anyone's guess - though he would not take such a boon for granted, be it some great power, miracle, or luck... Technically, he had known this had happened for awhile as well - having first heard rumors about half a year back, though… He never really had the urge to act upon it, then, while he was still growing, still training... Yet lately, he felt homesick. He longed to see green plains and forests, the open blue sky, the neighborhood he used to live in... Would Mother's grave still be intact, perhaps? It was a hopeful notion - and ever since he first had that notion, it gave him an ever-growing urge to go back, to see if it was so. Perhaps, even, he could find Father somewhere out there… Would he still be alive, assuming age had not taken him yet…?
... Exhaling sharply, Andy would slowly rise - grunting softly as his joints popped in protest; he could’ve rested for awhile longer, though he didn’t really want to bother at the moment. Were it any other time, he'd laugh and joke about how he was 'practically falling apart', even just to himself, but... Now was a time of quiet consideration, as he approached his old spacepod. It was battered - certainly having seen better days - but it was still space worthy, at least for now. He supposed that he could get one or two more trips out of it, before he had to fix it or get a new ship - which while it would be tedious… He was unconcerned with that, considering he still had some zeni on hand, and he could pick up a few quick jobs to make the rest of the zeni it'd cost to do so while he trained. It was how he got by as-is, after all - heavy lifting and scaring off local fauna and the such for the occasional local folk helping him along up to now.
Though, back to the subject of returning home, well... Perhaps it wouldn't hurt, to go home. He had seen all he could of this planet - small as it may be - and if he headed home, he could possibly seek out a proper teacher... Someone who could help him learn to become strong enough - to properly protect Earth, to prevent any further destruction... ... Decision made, Andy would open up the spacepod, and step in. He would snuggle down into the seat, leather cracked and worn, and he would fuss with the finicky old buckles to strap himself in. With a few button presses, the door would seal shut, and the engines would sputter to life with a fwtwtwoom - preparing the trajectory and speed necessary to reach home safely.
Andy, meanwhilst, would lean his head back against the cushions of the seat - closing his eyes. It was always a strange feeling, cutting himself off from the surrounding flora like this - he truly was unable to see like this without parting his bangs, and he found it somewhat unsettling - though he knew he'd be fine as soon as he was on solid ground again. Maybe, when he got there, he could catch up with old friends too, if they were out there… … Lifting the bangs covering one of his eyes and peering out the window, Andy would watch as the planet he had stood on but minutes ago shrunk out of sight, before eventually blending with the rest of the surrounding sights of outer space… Then, he’d let the bangs drop once more - closed his eyes once more - and exhaled, ready to get a little shuteye in before he arrived...
Now, he was going home...
TWC: 1054
