Tough Enough [Hale] Jan 4, 2019 13:42:44 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2019 13:42:44 GMT -6
The streets outside were bustling, and everywhere she would look another face was there to welcome her wandering eyes. The crowds, the smells in the air, the sounds of congested traffic all reminded her so much of why she wanted to go home. There were many buildings, commercial and residential, all of them blotting out the sky like a forest of stone and glass. A stroll down the street, minding her personal space, would reveal more of the centralized area of the city to her. It wasn’t long before Cassa would come to a busy square, her eyes widening at the amount of people, autos, cyclists, and store located all at what seemed to be the very heart of the city. This was not what caught her attention so easily, but rather the colossal, repaired stadium that dominated most of the area beyond the busy intersection. It stood like a silent guardian, watching over the bustling city in its shadow. Truly Cassa found the architecture of the stone to be fascinating, having warranted her attention from beyond the city limits. Deciding to investigate the building, Cassa took the necessary amount of time to cross the street with the waiting crowd, eventually parting with it as she approached the plaque before the monument.
The reunion back in the gorge had not turned in favor of her expectations. The more Cassa seemed to venture these other places, the more she came to understand that nothing usually did. Unexpected arrivals from foreign soils, frequented interactions with strangers and threats alike, all for little to no results in her search for her sister. The task charged by Chien Ho’s tree was a shallow promise of a solution, and she couldn’t simply take its word for it. She barely understood what it was to begin with, and yet it refused to bestow whatever knowledge it possessed until Cauri returned with her sister. Nothing about this journey was making sense to Cassa. Were it not for the threat this World Trade Fleet posed to Earth, she was almost tempted to return to the sanctuary of Chien Ho’s villa. Though it was not a place worth staying for in her opinion, finding more pressing concerns on her mind. All she would find was an epitaph and the same quiet home that no longer felt like one.
Cassa recognized that she could serve a part to play, should the names Sensoa gave her pan out any truth to them. She at least kinda remembered what two of them looked like, and she would be sure to recognize that strong power level if it ever showed up again. Though no task could be done without a solid plan and adequate preparation, just as Chien Ho had always reminded her so sternly. In the meantime she would continue to hunt down any clues to the whereabouts of the wrestler on tv. Hopefully this idea would gleam a solution for what she could do to help bring this nightmare to a conclusion. Something told her they still had a ways to go however. Taking up this task wasn’t anything for the faint of heart, she recognized the seemingly impossible feat that still waited to be realized. It was overwhelming, all of this new life that had thrust itself upon them. Though it could only be done a step at a time, putting each foot in front of the other. One easy breath, a steady rhythm of heartbeats, a constant reassurance that she could see this vendetta through.
Brown eyes would read the inscription upon the monument’s plaque, wandering up to the large statue mounted above it. Cassa felt her expression grow curious at the sight of the bronzed man, wondering whom exactly it was. She would look around for signs of an address, curious whether this was the place described from the ad or not. The young saiyan brought a hand to her chin as she mused over the possibility, wondering how many other stadiums this oversized concrete jungle had. What were the odds she came to the wrong one? Cassa would sigh, shake her head, then turn to look down the street. That was when a notable struggle between a woman, and a rather scraggly looking beggar caught her attention. ”Crapsicles, is everyone in this town always so mean!?” she would muse with an exasperated sigh. Concern growing on her face, Cassa would hurry to the sidewalk across the street. A slam of brakes, an erupting horn, and an angry driver would greet her abruptly. The girl threw up a hand at the man to apologize, then would run the rest of the way.
The argument quickly turned into a theft, as the purse was snatched from the older woman, before the man took off through the crowd. ”Ahh! Help! He’s got my bag!” cried the woman on the chill autumn air. Cassa’s run would push into a sprint, as she shoved her way passed several people. As the perpetrator fell into sight, she would ease up, watching as he pushed ever forward into the crowds. Growling at the man’s lack of manners, she would continue pursuit, her lungs eventually beginning to burn as she ran on. Cassa felt her legs begin to hurt when they had managed two and a half miles of crowded sidewalk. She was suddenly thrown to the ground mid sprint, as a careless stock-boy would collide with the saiyan, boxes of fruit being dropped all over the walk. ”Hey girl, watch where the hell you’re going!” he would yell rudely, with an even more inappropriate hand gesture. Cassa would only scowl at the boy, before picking herself up and giving chase once more. She hurried as quickly as possible, across the next street toward the dark alley the thief was last spotted running toward. Pausing near the entrance to the dimly lit passage, the young saiyan would seek to catch her breath. Though unfortunately this would allow the thief to escape. Admitting defeat yet again, a sting to her pride over the inability to help yet another person in need, the saiyan would begrudgingly trudge back toward the stadium.