Post by Zaru on Sept 29, 2019 6:59:56 GMT -8
Name: Daikon Brief
Starting Land: Central Lands
New Land: Southern Lands
Steps Required: 1
Thread Type: Personal Saga
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Mode of Travel: Normal
Starting Land: Central Lands
New Land: Southern Lands
Steps Required: 1
Thread Type: Personal Saga
Thread Link:
Mode of Travel: Normal
Daikon glanced around in confusion, unsure of where he was. He was somewhere...dark, he knew that. Mostly because he couldn't really see. He blinked a couple of more times, rubbing his eyes before opening them again, and now things were far different. He was in his room. He was back in his house, the stupidly giant house where he and his parents lived. He was in his same clothes, but....how was he here again? He'd already left. He was sure he left. Yeah, he had gotten on a bus and he was on the way to the desert. Who'd done this? Was it the Old lady? Did he fall asleep and she'd dragged him back? It would explain why it was so dark for a moment. Yeah, that must've been it. The stubborn old-
It didn't matter, anyway. He wasn't sticking around here. He knew that. He turned to his window, and just moved to pull it open, but...it wouldn't move. Daikon stared at it with a puzzled expression as he struggled with it, pulling a bit harder. What the hell? He was definitely more than strong enough to open a window. He knew he was. So what gives? Why wouldn't the stupid thing open? He grit his teeth, pulling on it before he actually hopped up, planting his feet on the wall on either side of the window as he pulled with all of his might, visibly struggling and making all the noises to go with it. This sucked. The thing wasn't budging at all.
Daikon finally put his feet back on the floor like a normal person, gritting his teeth again as a vein started to visibly appear up near his temple. This thing was starting to get on his nerves, now. He cocked his arm back as he locked his hips, then shot forward, twisting his hips to give his punch extra force as he went straight for the glass. Finally, his fist collided with it - and did nothing. Daikon had a moment of just shock before the pain started throbbing across his hand, and he fell to his knees, staying there for a moment as he just nursed his wounded hand. This wasn't going well. Maybe he'd give up on that avenue of escape.
Still, had the old man had time to install windows resistant to that level before he'd even gotten back? Nah, that had to be impossible. Even for him, right? So what was this, anyway? Before he could ponder it anymore, he heard the voice of his mother. She was talking to somebody, but not the old man. It sounded like a high-pitched voice, young. A kid's voice. Were they running a daycare in here now? Daikon moved to the door of his room, turning the doorknob and swinging it open, to see what was going on out there.
Suddenly, the half-Saiyan woke with a start, having a small freakout in his seat on the bus. He was sweating, but he didn't feel that hot. He glanced around the vehicle, still catching his breath as he saw people idly looking at papers, sleeping or listening to something, earphones shoved in and ignoring the world around them. His backpack was laying down between his feet. He opened up the window on his right, thankful that at least this one worked. Sticking his head out, the wind running through his hair, he could see they were reaching the last stop now. The border with the Southlands. Yeah, this was the place.
Finally it stopped, the door opening on the vehicle as even the air felt hotter. Everyone milled out onto the dusty ground outside, Daikon mixed in with the rest of them. The bus doors closed and it moved off to park into the station for the night, with Daikon looking at a map of the area displayed on the street for recent arrivals. Examining it for a little bit, he finally began the long trek south, the air only getting hotter as he continued.
The half-saiyan kept walking across the dusty paths heading into the deserts, checking in his bag for a moment as he walked. He had enough water to last him until he found somewhere else that he could get it, at least. He'd probably have lived without it, since even he knew that something from the old lady's side just made it very annoying for nature or exposure to try and kill him through regular means. Still, he didn't want to be walking with a throat that dry, and not have any water on-hand. Sounded like hell. Daikon swung the bag back onto his back properly as he took in a deep breath, his thoughts drifting as he took in the arid scenery.
He hadn't really considered his sister up to this point. Then again, he didn't know why he would. They barely knew each other, and all he knew about her was the critiques, what things he was doing wrong. Which was apparently everything, so maybe she'd be glad to have him out of her life, too. Maybe they'd just all be glad. Good, then. It meant that nobody was going to come looking for him and bother him while he was out here. That was just about the last thing he needed or wanted. Trying to do something, find tough guys to make trouble with, only to have the old lady or some Capsule Corp geek bothering him. Ugh, just the thought of it was enough to make him cringe all over.
Wherever it was.
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