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Post by Sanbu on Oct 27, 2019 21:17:23 GMT -6
Sanbu's PL: 74'000
Though lone down the path called life, among a great assembly was he towards the destination of his demise. After having spent what was likely only a few days in the Demon Realm, Sanbu could begin to feel his sense of equilibrium falter. In a place that nearly kissed the very domain of Hell, it was no wonder why such skill in distinction was parting with him. Without a person to call comrade, or any individual to know as companion. Silently did the Majin sit, solitary while he'd be left to his own devices. Sole as he'd think over a great many things due to the nature of his circumstances. In a time such as this it became obvious to the Majin that something was truly problematic with the state of his affairs. Sanbu's feet would dangle off the cliff he found himself on, eyes staring off into the depths of the snowy abyss before him. White and nothing more. Ambiguous as it might've been, he apperceived more clarity in this cold chasm than the one which was his very future. "Oh woe is this feeling of mine. It is a painful thing to have this sentiment in your company but I cannot invariably avoid her cold clutch. A bleak ambience brushes of me and I know how to keep it at bay anymore. This flame I carry, just what was it that kept it so hot?"
A steady pillar of smoke started to rise from Sanbu's pipe as he'd light it in rapid fashion through the use of a quick series of subtle actions. An avid smoker at this point, the act of lighting his pipe was practically second nature to him. Time was but a matter that bothered him to no ends as he constantly sought to find something to occupy it. Provided no other means of offering him minor excitement or pleasure in that regard, the harmful activity managed to be a great way of filling that void if only temporarily. Vast had that place became within him and unending was it surely to become if something did not change and quick. Sanbu took a long drag from his pipe, proceeding to then exhale the fumes with a look of withheld joy on his face. Happiness made itself only so evident on his body before that looming sensation of grief and sadness came into his lap. Heavy and adhesive to his person, it was surely not able to leave him easily. A weight at his side that while a part of him, was still something that Sanbu constantly tried to tear away from himself. "Oh how I find myself in such a conundrum, to try and run away from that which makes me genuine. The anguish of truth knows every sorrow, bruise, cut and. Heartbreak, and heartache. It is all the same. I wonder if I was wrong to have left the monastery so soon. Yes, I can now see things clearly but what my sight captures is no charming picture, not at all. If only deceiving myself were simple. Lying's got no place to go once truth has made its residence, there is no hiding from this thing we call reality. To sleep now would mean to dream, I know what it means now to be awake. I gather this is for the best but it still does not feel to right to me. I suppose the universe will justify itself eventually, it is cruel but fair in that way. Then again, the universe is fair to everyone but it is unfair to anyone. People live and die, children are born and murdered like nothing was. In the palm of but one rich individual lies the wealth superior that of billions of people. Oh, what to make of these thoughts.. My comrades, where have we gone wrong? Are we to lose The Way so soon?" The Majin's face fell into hands while he'd, if not literally but at least metaphorically melt into himself.
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Post by Pistrello Lychee on Oct 30, 2019 16:20:53 GMT -6
AUSTERE CLIMAX PISTRELLO'S PL: 15,000
Cold, that was the only word that could describe what Pistrello was feeling, cold. One might wonder why a bat, who is also half-vampire, and is only 18 would be doing in the freezing peaks of Mount Frappe, and there's a good answer. The hybrid had come here to train, and not the weak sauce stuff like blowing up some trees or fight it out with a sparring partner, no, he was gonna do the only thing that separated the real men from boys. He was gonna stand up here and play the longest guitar solo the world had ever heard while his fingers were freezing off, it was the perfect idea. Pistrello had a big toothy grin on his face, an amp strapped to the side of his hip, and his guitar in his hands ready to shred those cords.
With the intent on doing what no man has ever done, something that would prove Pistrello was above others, even if no one witnessed it, he was sure those who he knew would be proud of him. He held a pick into the air, ready to strike the cords with all his might, but he had stopped just before they connected as he heard a voice. Someone was having some sort of monologue, which would have been fine if the guy didn't sound so sad. This mysterious voice in the distance was totally killing the mood, Pistrello couldn't rock out like this! He was gonna go meet this man face to face and give him a piece of his mind! So he marched to the source of the voice, guitar still in hand as he walked past various trees to find him, and there he was, sitting on the cliff and still going at it.
Pistrello looked pretty pissed, but he let the guy finish what he was saying, and right afterwards would strike the cords of his guitar before calling out, "Hey, you! The guy who looks like a pumpkin!" as he really began paying attention to this person, he realized how weird he looked. Dude had a pipe and some clothes that looked like he came from times back when ninjas existed, it was weird, and Pistrello didn't like it one bit how behind the times this guy seemed. "Listen, I get this poetry stuff is probably really deep or somethin' like that, I wasn't paying too much attention. Point is, some of us are trying to rock out over here!"
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Post by Sanbu on Nov 3, 2019 21:11:37 GMT -6
Sanbu's PL: 74'000
To say that he could reliably predict the future of his circumstances was a claim Sanbu knew not the arrogance for. Much as he did desire to entertain the idea that certain things were foreseeable, he knew it too well that it simply was a baseless stance. Though lone in thoughts and emotions, the Majin's sense of isolation on a physical basis appeared to be parting with him at least for the time being. An impressively loud bit of laughter would be had on Sanbu's part as he tried to gain composure. Chuckling aloud until it subsided into tranquil silence. <Seems like my ability of ki sensing is a failing one, I ought sharpen my skills a little more. Too long has it been since I seriously gave the effort of training a try. This body of mine, when has it last been since I honored it? Bah! I need forget that talk for now, more pressing things have came to light as of recent it appears.>
As if on command the Majin turned his head around on its axis, committing to a full hundred and eighty pivot while his torso remained in the same position, yet another particular aspect of the Majin condition at work. Ever watchful did the young man become as he looked at his target of interest with a slight degree of hesitation. The desire to pursue his curiosity was very much present and yet there was still difficulty in advancing. Still caught up on in his own mental processes the privilege of initiating the dialogue quickly left Sanbu's hands as a figure of most particular appearance graced his presence. Not an animal specifically but neither something one might just label as your typical humanoid. Despite the Majin's invested glance, honestly put he struggled to exactly categorize or label the stranger in a general sense. <I gather this person claims themselves as none of the more common earthly species, peculiar they are, bat-like even. Just what kind of individual am I standing before?>
Shock would be the look on Sanbu's face as he'd come to try and make sense of the words he was hearing at the moment. With a steady yet controlled demeanor did the Majin speak, holding back a fit of levity to the best of his ability. Pointing to himself in a manner suggesting an ironic quality, seeking to poke fun at what was an otherwise pretty tame remark to make the Majin. "Oh me, a pumpkin? Now whateer could you mean by that? Oh what a laugh that is, forgive me I jest." A few tears would be wiped away from his face, making use of his visage to clear the stains that lay so visibly present on his visage. Returning to the matter at hand, Sanbu would take notice of the man again. "Poetry you say? Why do you speak such a worthy thing with that tone of reproach? I have only heard mere rumors of this rock you speak of. Come on then, have at it. I would like to know this nameless man's rhythm, we don't manage such instruments back on Mount Frappe."
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