Dead Silent (Open) Nov 8, 2019 21:45:57 GMT -6
Post by Sanbu on Nov 8, 2019 21:45:57 GMT -6
Sanbu's PL: 86'000
Sanbu's PL: 86'000
Lair of the fallen, place for which those who have met their inevitable demise rest. While the topic of death was somewhat addressed in Sanbu's teachings it never ceased to be a matter that brought him to much self-reflection. Having graced a region nearly with the air of the afterlife itself, Hell specifically at that. The Majin's excursions in the Demon Realm proved to be a capable source of information for just what might await Sanbu when that time would come. A place beyond all rationale, a location in which rules bent in the most particular of manners and finally a domain in which one's idea of good and evil came to clash with one another. But above all else, just what was one to make of a world past such a realm? The light at the end of the tunnel managed to be a sight he had not prepared himself for. With eyes ever hesitant and perplexed, Sanbu would sit himself down upon the strange land. Studying what lay around him to a critical degree while he was left to ponder about the state of his circumstances.
"Green far as the eyes can see, sea of blue grass laying flatly under the jade canopy of three suns. My, this sight is not one for common eyes. If my mind serves me correctly this is Namek. Home to its titular species, shrouded in lore and legacy of matters both of its own device and of people and planets far away. Yet why here? Who would of thought that the door to the realm of the demons would be in such a sacred place. I gather I have got much to learn if I am to understand the way of the Namekian people. I mustn't ruin this atmosphere, perhaps I should enjoy this arrival and take my time with things. I do wonder if others frequent this location, so shall company find me I hope."
In tranquil manner the Majin would take hold of his pipe and ignite it with the opposing hand, manifesting a fire at the very tips of the fingers before smoking from it right away in hurried fashion. A soft and steady pillar of exhaust began to rise from Sanbu's very pores as he lay strung about in complete silence. His very voice breaking that slight period of quiet as he spoke with a certain gruff element to it. "It is only through this tool that I find true repose, I need occupy more distractions than this poor recreation. A conversation has got to be had and soon. Shall I walk on or must another day be ruined?"
Using: Flame Control [UT]