Lessons Learned The Hard Way (invite - Bass) Jun 16, 2019 20:23:12 GMT -6
Post by Steno on Jun 16, 2019 20:23:12 GMT -6
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Much had been on Steno's mind as of late, and the weight of his position and the thoughts that rested on his mind only continued to grow in weight and scope every passing day. Weeks passed from the day he met the young Namekian named Bass, and while his anger was looming as large as his power level, he had potential and the attention of Oboe. The Guru had asked him multiple times over now to personally train the boy, but every time Steno had avoided the topic except for two occasions. The fact was, someone needed to teach the young Namekian, but Steno still didn't believe he was the one to do it. It was becoming harder for him to find time to simply sit alone and think, but his trips to the outer plait were becoming more frequent as few came here for good reasons, and it seemed a bit of thinking and quiet contemplation changed his mind to a degree at least. While Oboe had left the planet, which Steno heavily disagreed with, it was time for Steno to step up for the time being and make some decisions for the betterment of his people. Perhaps training Bass wouldn't be such a bad thing, especially if he could learn to control his anger and direct it, and perhaps he could prove to be a good sparring partner.
Steno had met Bass at the graveside of his father, and in a manner of speaking he stood upon a much larger grave where many lives had been lost over many years. Walking along a path he was starting to create over months of pacing, he felt the spirits around him, walking over the bones of many ancestors, and not all he was proud of. Perhaps there was something in his past he could relate to the young Bass, but it was time to find out the truth nature of this Namekian and see just what potential he truly held. He had sent for Bass hours before knowing how long it might take him to arrive, pacing the long path as he waited and mentally prepared himself for the multiple outcomes.