It's Not the Fall That Hurts You (Daruma/Open) Feb 5, 2019 7:42:25 GMT -6 Nashi and Majin Myu like this
Post by Misuji Mishima on Feb 5, 2019 7:42:25 GMT -6
PL: 14'000Tsukibito Daruma
Hundreds of feet into the air, slathered across a stone structure, was one sack of bricks, bone, and excess fat wrapped up inside a humanoid package. Its name was Misuji Mishima, and he was currently engaged with coming to terms with succumbing to what might have just been the worst of his whims. On the scale of spontaneous jog to unplanned crashing of a press conference, his current endeavor sat near the very top of his recent endeavors. He had stumbled across the mysterious super-structure with little idea as to what it was or why it was there. In fact, the young man had to wonder how he had never noticed the darn thing before, whether it be from viewing it at a distance, or simply coming across it on any form of media. He couldn't have been that sheltered, could he?
In any case, the decision to ascend the colossal spire was a snap one, prompted by a memory from a previous conversation. Coincidentally, that interaction had only occurred because he had found it fit to climb another unrelated (if equally out of place) pyramid in the middle of the desert. He had to wonder, was this Nashi's tower? The boy just had to know, which was why he allowed his chubby, meaty palms to mark the sides of the structure in the first place. He was fit after all, despite what his well upholstered physique may have suggested.
That didn't mean that the lad didn't feel a tinge of regret, as even several hours into his climb, he still hadn't reached the top of the tower. Still, wasn't too far off. By now, when he had the gall to look up and stretch out his non-existent neck, he could see a wide, circular platform further above. If that wasn't his goal, then the breathless professional wrestler would just jump right afterwards.
"Bah. When hear it go through clouds, I did not believe it to be so- literal." He said to nobody in particular, fingers aching even as he continued to climb. The young man was thankful at least that he hadn't decided to turn on that 'gravity' belt of his. He didn't need anymore of a challenge. The sweat that dropped down his brow, and plummeted dozens of feet onto the ground below, was proof enough of that. The groaning and heaving was just the icing on that particular cake.