Post by Vidar (PROJECT: RAGNAROK) on Feb 11, 2020 1:05:51 GMT -8
Name: Vidar, Project: Ragnarok
Starting Land: Southlands
New Land: Pilaf Land
Steps Required: Two
Thread Type: Personal Saga
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Mode of Travel: Feet?
The young blonde cyborg looked like a broken toy. Yes, that is what he looked like. He looked like a tall, overgrown, misfit toy; he only had one arm now. In the spot of where his arm used to be, at the shoulder, was now just an empty socket. He looked rather odd, rather asymmetrical. As the other fights had continued to drag on, Vidar had sat on the sidelines. He was drunk. Off a lone pina colada. It had been his first alcoholic beverage in his entire existence - which, to be fair, has been several hundred years by this point - and it hit him harder than it probably should have. His cheeks looked rosy, his eyes looked somewhat unfocused, and he sat there, somewhat wobbly as if he were about to teeter over to the side due to having more weight on one side than the other.
The tipsy cyborg had been checked on, at some point, and spoken to by Kiryu; he had unleashed a hell of a lot of damage, or at least in Kiryu's words that was the case, but he needed defensive measures. Well, that is one way to put it. He needed a lot. He needed so much.
Looking back on his battle became a past time for Vidar. The cyborg watched the recording, over and over. He played it over and over in his head. His HUD had managed to capture video footage and photos of every single part of the battle from beginning to end, and it was through this, through the recordings, that he was able to see his multiple failings.
There were so many things that had gone wrong for him that it was hard to just stop and pin point one particular example; but, that didn't stop the tall blonde from creating a list. Oh, he created a list; a list he had not titled but he kept saved in his files and he added on with every viewing. Yes, with every viewing of the footage, he found himself adding something else to the list, some other failing that he noticed during his fight.
Oh, but where to start? Where could he begin with his failings? Well, one of the most glaring and most obvious, was his inability to land many hits on his opponent. Riku had been a slippery one; he managed to duck, dodge, and weave his way out of multiple of the attacks that the blonde cyborg had thrown his way. And while he could easily attribute this to the man just being much faster, he was an agile fighter, it also felt - at least to Vidar - as if there was something wrong with himself. That is how it felt and that is how he perceived it; to be specific, that there was something wrong with his guidance systems, that they were outdated, they needed upgrading, perhaps a complete and utter overhaul from top to bottom. After all, his guidance system, like he, was rather old.
Two things had set the blonde cyborg man on his journey, having packed up what little belongings he had so he could once again go on the road; the first of which was, of course, his lack of an arm. He had taken catastrophic damage during the battle against Riku out there at that beautiful oasis while Kiryu watched on. His arm was battered beyond repair; having shattered into quite a few pieces, what remained of his arm had to be detached. Once the match was decided and Vidar was removed from the ring, having been knocked unconscious by Riku, his arm was swept up and the pieces placed in a box and handed over. Not like he could do anything with them, the arm was broken beyond repair. The only solution was replacement.
The other reason for leaving, for making his way toward the place known as Pilaf Land was due to a quick bout of messages that he had with Riku, the cyborg samurai whom had shattered his limb. The man had felt so distraught over what had happened that he looked for information, for avenues that the blonde cyborg could take to repair or replace his arm. One of those avenues was Pilaf Land. At least, according to Riku, there were scientists at Pilaf Land who could, more than likely, find or create a replacement limb for the arm that had been lost during the battle.
It was worth a shot, at the very least to check.
Sending a quick message to Riku took the blonde cyborg less than a few moments. He wanted to keep the man informed on his progress, after all, and possibly - when he got a new arm, if it was possible - meet up with him again in order to, not only train some more together, but see how far his training with Kiryu had gone. He and the soft spoken bald man had both managed to win the discipleship that they had coveted from the powerful man.
The message was rather simple and short.
Riku,
I am going to be heading to Pilaf Land. I was made aware that to arrive there, I had to travel across the South Lands. I will try to take pictures of my travels and send texts with updates. Hope to meet up again soon; with luck, with a new arm.
- Vidar
Once the message was composed, he sent it out to the cyborg samurai; hopefully he would receive the message. Once it was sent, he began to head out, grabbing what little personal items he had and began to make his way out of the rented room he had paid for, having kept the room spotless - why wouldn't he, he had no need for sleep and thus the bed remained unused.
Leaving the place behind, the blonde cyborg began to make his way down the street, looking around, allowing his eyes to travel over the people and the architecture, taking photos and saving them all to his HUD for future reference, creating a file for them.
The first half of his trip was, for the most part, rather lacking in any adventure. He had begun to cross the South Lands on foot. He stuck to the side of the road, his hand in his pocket, the remains of his shattered arm kept in a rucksack which was draped over his shoulder. The shoulder that was missing a limb was wrapped, hidden from sight, in a sling. But he walked on, his head held high as he wondered what kind of place Pilaf Land was and what their labs were like; were they like the labs down in the Southern Islands? Were they like Doctor Kringle's hidden laboratory? It had been state of the art, high tech, at least back then it had been; back before Vidar was trapped within a seemingly endless dream, kept in stasis after the unfortunate demise of his creator, the man whom he had come to know as his father.
After several hours of silent walking, he was outside of the city, away from civilization, and he was surrounded by miles of black road that coiled through the terrain like some kind of dormant snake. Cars would drive by on occasion though none would bother stopping for him. Not like he minded, he did not wish to be driven along; he would much prefer to walk the entirety of the way to Pilaf Land; enjoying the breeze and the sights of nature.
It was only by sheer happenstance that Vidar even noticed that he had gotten a message from Cayle. He had been so busy bird spotting that he almost missed it. As the large bird, with its immense wing span, flew overhead, the cyborg attempted to access his HUD in his attempt to capture an image, perhaps even video footage, of the large bird when he spotted the message tucked neatly away to the side of his HUD, blinking incessantly for him to open it up.
The message appeared to have been written rapidly, as if the person who wrote it, who sent it, had been in a hurry or in some form of distress.
It was short and sweet and looking it over, he attempted to recall just who Cayle was. It took him a few seconds, but as soon as the name rang a bell, he instantly recalled the man's face. Yes, Cayle had been the man who ran that restaurant out on a boat. What was the name of the restaurant again? The Burrito Queen? No, that wasn't it. What was it? Oh, that was right. The Taco King. It had been a restaurant on a boat. The only reason he had even managed to get on the man's restaurant was because he had been contracted by a very strange cyborg of a man to work with Cayle and a group of others to find some kind of long lost Tuffle lab or something of the sort with all manner of technological marvels hidden therein. Cayle had been an interesting individual to meet.
Now that he thought about it, he had given the man permission to call or message him whenever he wanted to speak again or work together once more. Now, he was being taken up on his offer or, at least, so it seemed.
But, from how the message was written, it did not appear as if Cayle wished to merely speak with Vidar. He was calling for help. Someone named Achido was in some sort of trouble and needed rescuing.
Setting the message aside, Vidar bid the large bird farewell with a final peer at it before the blonde turned to face the road ahead and took off running at full speed, leaving a trail of dust in his wake.
He was running at top speed down the road, passing cars so fast that even the passengers peered out the window with a look of shock as the cars rocked somewhat on their wheels when he shot past them. He had to move at an angle, with his arm gone, he was somewhat off balance, but he managed to move with an incredible amount of speed nonetheless. The dust cloud behind him took several moments before it began to settle down and as he tore down the road, he wondered just what kind of danger this person named Achido could be in. What kind of dangers could be happening down in Pilaf Land?
The place sounded like some kind of amusement park; at least, that is what it sounded like to Vidar. The name, Pilaf Land, made him think of some children's park where the kids could rampage about and unleash all of their energy while their parents sat back and watched from a safe distance as their kids burned themselves out, so when it was time to go home, the parents would have a much easier time getting the children into bed for sleep.
He lost track of time; the sky was quickly changing from midday to evening, the sky was not getting dark quite yet, but the sun could be seen slowly beginning to make its way toward the horizon, on its way to set. It would be another few hours before it was fully out of sight, and by that time, Vidar would have arrived at Pilaf Land. There was no one on the road, he hadn't seen another car since he took off running at full speed toward Pilaf Land, and now that he could see the city - at a distance - he could only question what he could do to help.
Ok, so Cayle needed help saving this Achido person. But would Vidar really be of any use to either of them? Especially in his condition? He was currently sans one of his arms, and he could not even best Riku in battle, let alone some grave threat that demanded Cayle call out for help.
Vidar pushed the doubting thoughts and the questions aside for the moment. He would figure it out when he got there.
TWC: 2,015
Starting Land: Southlands
New Land: Pilaf Land
Steps Required: Two
Thread Type: Personal Saga
Thread Link:
Mode of Travel: Feet?
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The young blonde cyborg looked like a broken toy. Yes, that is what he looked like. He looked like a tall, overgrown, misfit toy; he only had one arm now. In the spot of where his arm used to be, at the shoulder, was now just an empty socket. He looked rather odd, rather asymmetrical. As the other fights had continued to drag on, Vidar had sat on the sidelines. He was drunk. Off a lone pina colada. It had been his first alcoholic beverage in his entire existence - which, to be fair, has been several hundred years by this point - and it hit him harder than it probably should have. His cheeks looked rosy, his eyes looked somewhat unfocused, and he sat there, somewhat wobbly as if he were about to teeter over to the side due to having more weight on one side than the other.
The tipsy cyborg had been checked on, at some point, and spoken to by Kiryu; he had unleashed a hell of a lot of damage, or at least in Kiryu's words that was the case, but he needed defensive measures. Well, that is one way to put it. He needed a lot. He needed so much.
Looking back on his battle became a past time for Vidar. The cyborg watched the recording, over and over. He played it over and over in his head. His HUD had managed to capture video footage and photos of every single part of the battle from beginning to end, and it was through this, through the recordings, that he was able to see his multiple failings.
There were so many things that had gone wrong for him that it was hard to just stop and pin point one particular example; but, that didn't stop the tall blonde from creating a list. Oh, he created a list; a list he had not titled but he kept saved in his files and he added on with every viewing. Yes, with every viewing of the footage, he found himself adding something else to the list, some other failing that he noticed during his fight.
Oh, but where to start? Where could he begin with his failings? Well, one of the most glaring and most obvious, was his inability to land many hits on his opponent. Riku had been a slippery one; he managed to duck, dodge, and weave his way out of multiple of the attacks that the blonde cyborg had thrown his way. And while he could easily attribute this to the man just being much faster, he was an agile fighter, it also felt - at least to Vidar - as if there was something wrong with himself. That is how it felt and that is how he perceived it; to be specific, that there was something wrong with his guidance systems, that they were outdated, they needed upgrading, perhaps a complete and utter overhaul from top to bottom. After all, his guidance system, like he, was rather old.
Two things had set the blonde cyborg man on his journey, having packed up what little belongings he had so he could once again go on the road; the first of which was, of course, his lack of an arm. He had taken catastrophic damage during the battle against Riku out there at that beautiful oasis while Kiryu watched on. His arm was battered beyond repair; having shattered into quite a few pieces, what remained of his arm had to be detached. Once the match was decided and Vidar was removed from the ring, having been knocked unconscious by Riku, his arm was swept up and the pieces placed in a box and handed over. Not like he could do anything with them, the arm was broken beyond repair. The only solution was replacement.
The other reason for leaving, for making his way toward the place known as Pilaf Land was due to a quick bout of messages that he had with Riku, the cyborg samurai whom had shattered his limb. The man had felt so distraught over what had happened that he looked for information, for avenues that the blonde cyborg could take to repair or replace his arm. One of those avenues was Pilaf Land. At least, according to Riku, there were scientists at Pilaf Land who could, more than likely, find or create a replacement limb for the arm that had been lost during the battle.
It was worth a shot, at the very least to check.
Sending a quick message to Riku took the blonde cyborg less than a few moments. He wanted to keep the man informed on his progress, after all, and possibly - when he got a new arm, if it was possible - meet up with him again in order to, not only train some more together, but see how far his training with Kiryu had gone. He and the soft spoken bald man had both managed to win the discipleship that they had coveted from the powerful man.
The message was rather simple and short.
Riku,
I am going to be heading to Pilaf Land. I was made aware that to arrive there, I had to travel across the South Lands. I will try to take pictures of my travels and send texts with updates. Hope to meet up again soon; with luck, with a new arm.
- Vidar
Once the message was composed, he sent it out to the cyborg samurai; hopefully he would receive the message. Once it was sent, he began to head out, grabbing what little personal items he had and began to make his way out of the rented room he had paid for, having kept the room spotless - why wouldn't he, he had no need for sleep and thus the bed remained unused.
Leaving the place behind, the blonde cyborg began to make his way down the street, looking around, allowing his eyes to travel over the people and the architecture, taking photos and saving them all to his HUD for future reference, creating a file for them.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
The first half of his trip was, for the most part, rather lacking in any adventure. He had begun to cross the South Lands on foot. He stuck to the side of the road, his hand in his pocket, the remains of his shattered arm kept in a rucksack which was draped over his shoulder. The shoulder that was missing a limb was wrapped, hidden from sight, in a sling. But he walked on, his head held high as he wondered what kind of place Pilaf Land was and what their labs were like; were they like the labs down in the Southern Islands? Were they like Doctor Kringle's hidden laboratory? It had been state of the art, high tech, at least back then it had been; back before Vidar was trapped within a seemingly endless dream, kept in stasis after the unfortunate demise of his creator, the man whom he had come to know as his father.
After several hours of silent walking, he was outside of the city, away from civilization, and he was surrounded by miles of black road that coiled through the terrain like some kind of dormant snake. Cars would drive by on occasion though none would bother stopping for him. Not like he minded, he did not wish to be driven along; he would much prefer to walk the entirety of the way to Pilaf Land; enjoying the breeze and the sights of nature.
It was only by sheer happenstance that Vidar even noticed that he had gotten a message from Cayle. He had been so busy bird spotting that he almost missed it. As the large bird, with its immense wing span, flew overhead, the cyborg attempted to access his HUD in his attempt to capture an image, perhaps even video footage, of the large bird when he spotted the message tucked neatly away to the side of his HUD, blinking incessantly for him to open it up.
The message appeared to have been written rapidly, as if the person who wrote it, who sent it, had been in a hurry or in some form of distress.
It was short and sweet and looking it over, he attempted to recall just who Cayle was. It took him a few seconds, but as soon as the name rang a bell, he instantly recalled the man's face. Yes, Cayle had been the man who ran that restaurant out on a boat. What was the name of the restaurant again? The Burrito Queen? No, that wasn't it. What was it? Oh, that was right. The Taco King. It had been a restaurant on a boat. The only reason he had even managed to get on the man's restaurant was because he had been contracted by a very strange cyborg of a man to work with Cayle and a group of others to find some kind of long lost Tuffle lab or something of the sort with all manner of technological marvels hidden therein. Cayle had been an interesting individual to meet.
Now that he thought about it, he had given the man permission to call or message him whenever he wanted to speak again or work together once more. Now, he was being taken up on his offer or, at least, so it seemed.
But, from how the message was written, it did not appear as if Cayle wished to merely speak with Vidar. He was calling for help. Someone named Achido was in some sort of trouble and needed rescuing.
Setting the message aside, Vidar bid the large bird farewell with a final peer at it before the blonde turned to face the road ahead and took off running at full speed, leaving a trail of dust in his wake.
He was running at top speed down the road, passing cars so fast that even the passengers peered out the window with a look of shock as the cars rocked somewhat on their wheels when he shot past them. He had to move at an angle, with his arm gone, he was somewhat off balance, but he managed to move with an incredible amount of speed nonetheless. The dust cloud behind him took several moments before it began to settle down and as he tore down the road, he wondered just what kind of danger this person named Achido could be in. What kind of dangers could be happening down in Pilaf Land?
The place sounded like some kind of amusement park; at least, that is what it sounded like to Vidar. The name, Pilaf Land, made him think of some children's park where the kids could rampage about and unleash all of their energy while their parents sat back and watched from a safe distance as their kids burned themselves out, so when it was time to go home, the parents would have a much easier time getting the children into bed for sleep.
He lost track of time; the sky was quickly changing from midday to evening, the sky was not getting dark quite yet, but the sun could be seen slowly beginning to make its way toward the horizon, on its way to set. It would be another few hours before it was fully out of sight, and by that time, Vidar would have arrived at Pilaf Land. There was no one on the road, he hadn't seen another car since he took off running at full speed toward Pilaf Land, and now that he could see the city - at a distance - he could only question what he could do to help.
Ok, so Cayle needed help saving this Achido person. But would Vidar really be of any use to either of them? Especially in his condition? He was currently sans one of his arms, and he could not even best Riku in battle, let alone some grave threat that demanded Cayle call out for help.
Vidar pushed the doubting thoughts and the questions aside for the moment. He would figure it out when he got there.
TWC: 2,015