Post by Luther on Dec 16, 2019 1:12:56 GMT -8
Name: Luther
Starting Land: Southern Islands
New Land: Western Lands
Steps Required: 1 Step.
Thread Type: Personal Saga
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Mode of Travel: Normal
The sun shined brightly on this particular day, reflecting its mesmerizing light off the rolling waves. An averagely sized ship sailed across these seas, heading directly for the Western parts of the world. The crew members moved around laboriously, carrying out their own duties diligently and efficiently. Some of the people on the ship made idle conversations with one another, while others stood away from the small groups, minding their own damn business. Among them was Luther, currently thinking about his financial crisis, his precarious relationship with his friend and agent, and multiple people he had met over the Southern Islands. He thought less of these people than he thought of dirt, bearing hate and harbouring resentment, like the regular man he was. Finally. He would get a small break. At last, he was... free. Free from the idiotic and convoluted motives of those people, free from the clutches of a rather unnecessarily bad contract, free from the small living space he was given to work with. Yes... he was now rid of these annoying things, and was made an entirely new man. Learning from his past mistakes and learning to better himself. Except no, that's not what he did nor what happened. The large bulk of muscle stood idly at the edge of the travelling ship, with his cap held low in order to shield his sensitive eyes from the hot burning sphere known as the sun. He wore his default face, a face set in anger as its eyebrows arched, and had a mouth that frowmed slightly; until any random person decided to walk a bit too near to him for comfort, then he would instead grit his teeth hatefully. He felt angry, upset, and helpless, of all things. To think that he was reduced to this level! The face of that Saiyan, Kyle Poat was his name.... or something like that. That Saiyan's face still continued to linger in his memories, amassing an alarming amount of blind rage in his ravaging sea of thoughts. Just what kind of clusterfuck of events lead to this...? The man looked up again, eyes glowing with anger, until he realized just who was approaching him. He uttered a mere six words bitterly, looking to the side as he did so.
"What do you want, Big Dog?"
The stout man feigned surprise; his eyes widened suddenly, and his hands were raised slightly from their regular position.
"Well jeez, I'm sorry Luther, I'll make sure not to bother you again."
He turned to leave Luther to his own devices, but as he was halfway through his turn, the rapper said something else.
"No wait, don't go. I'm sorry for being so tough to approach in the past few days, I really am."
'Big Dog' did not turn back to him. He instead opted to speak with his back turned to his friend, somehow creating a effect that added to the meaning of his words.
"This situation should be reversed, y'know that? This whole time, I've been looking out for you, coping with your daily crap and your daily earning, and yet, you have the audacity to treat me like shit, after this happened because of you? How and why?"
"I didn't treat you in anyway, Big Dog. Stop capping."
"I ain't though."
Luther sighed more heavily than he ever had in his life. Why did he feel this way? He knew that he could've handled every single situation in the past month or so much better, and that he was the cause for his current suffering. He only had himself to blame for his predicament. But still, he couldn't just accept that everything that happens to him is his own fault. That would be illogical. The only crime he's ever committed is losing to that damned sorry excuse of a Saiyan. Was the monkey watching him the entire time? No, he couldn't have. Wouldn't his demise had come quicker if that was the case?
Did he think he was some kind of savior? Like he was doing things for the greater good? He completely shot down any type of argument I had against his bull. Agh, no use whining over it.
And yet still he would continue. A long moment of silence passed before Luther answered Big Dog again.
"I'm just angry, I guess. This type of shit has surprisingly never happened before, considering the circumstances. I feel wronged and cheated out of a decent future. Although, I highly doubt the future would've had anything good in store for us either way. I guess what I'm trying to say is... give me a second chance, you're nothing like that-"
"You're an asshole, Luke. You're a danger to every living thing around you. Once you get angry with someone who doesn't agree with you, you always end up causing trouble. If you want me to put everything behind me, give a good reason to do so."
"I'll..... give you a raise?"
The shorter man chuckled.
"Heh, damn idiot. Me and you have been trying to work together ever since we left our hometown. I'm still upset with you, and we both know that you don't have the finances to give me a raise right now. But if you fall, I fall as well, so I guess we're stuck with each other, for now."
"So... are we cool?"
"No, but we can work through this. Just don't do shit like this again, ight?"
"Ight."
And so, Big Dog walked off again, and Luther returned to thinking. It had been about two days since he left the Southern Islands, and it was expected that the ship would arrive to the Western Lands either tonight or tomorrow. The big man began to loiter around the open area on the top of the ship, reaching into his pocket and producing a business card of sorts from it. On it, was a picture of an elvish looking man with a distinguished look. Luther smirked as he examined the card, before placing it back into his pocket, and retiring to the main cabin.
Starting Land: Southern Islands
New Land: Western Lands
Steps Required: 1 Step.
Thread Type: Personal Saga
Thread Link:
Mode of Travel: Normal
The sun shined brightly on this particular day, reflecting its mesmerizing light off the rolling waves. An averagely sized ship sailed across these seas, heading directly for the Western parts of the world. The crew members moved around laboriously, carrying out their own duties diligently and efficiently. Some of the people on the ship made idle conversations with one another, while others stood away from the small groups, minding their own damn business. Among them was Luther, currently thinking about his financial crisis, his precarious relationship with his friend and agent, and multiple people he had met over the Southern Islands. He thought less of these people than he thought of dirt, bearing hate and harbouring resentment, like the regular man he was. Finally. He would get a small break. At last, he was... free. Free from the idiotic and convoluted motives of those people, free from the clutches of a rather unnecessarily bad contract, free from the small living space he was given to work with. Yes... he was now rid of these annoying things, and was made an entirely new man. Learning from his past mistakes and learning to better himself. Except no, that's not what he did nor what happened. The large bulk of muscle stood idly at the edge of the travelling ship, with his cap held low in order to shield his sensitive eyes from the hot burning sphere known as the sun. He wore his default face, a face set in anger as its eyebrows arched, and had a mouth that frowmed slightly; until any random person decided to walk a bit too near to him for comfort, then he would instead grit his teeth hatefully. He felt angry, upset, and helpless, of all things. To think that he was reduced to this level! The face of that Saiyan, Kyle Poat was his name.... or something like that. That Saiyan's face still continued to linger in his memories, amassing an alarming amount of blind rage in his ravaging sea of thoughts. Just what kind of clusterfuck of events lead to this...? The man looked up again, eyes glowing with anger, until he realized just who was approaching him. He uttered a mere six words bitterly, looking to the side as he did so.
"What do you want, Big Dog?"
The stout man feigned surprise; his eyes widened suddenly, and his hands were raised slightly from their regular position.
"Well jeez, I'm sorry Luther, I'll make sure not to bother you again."
He turned to leave Luther to his own devices, but as he was halfway through his turn, the rapper said something else.
"No wait, don't go. I'm sorry for being so tough to approach in the past few days, I really am."
'Big Dog' did not turn back to him. He instead opted to speak with his back turned to his friend, somehow creating a effect that added to the meaning of his words.
"This situation should be reversed, y'know that? This whole time, I've been looking out for you, coping with your daily crap and your daily earning, and yet, you have the audacity to treat me like shit, after this happened because of you? How and why?"
"I didn't treat you in anyway, Big Dog. Stop capping."
"I ain't though."
Luther sighed more heavily than he ever had in his life. Why did he feel this way? He knew that he could've handled every single situation in the past month or so much better, and that he was the cause for his current suffering. He only had himself to blame for his predicament. But still, he couldn't just accept that everything that happens to him is his own fault. That would be illogical. The only crime he's ever committed is losing to that damned sorry excuse of a Saiyan. Was the monkey watching him the entire time? No, he couldn't have. Wouldn't his demise had come quicker if that was the case?
Did he think he was some kind of savior? Like he was doing things for the greater good? He completely shot down any type of argument I had against his bull. Agh, no use whining over it.
And yet still he would continue. A long moment of silence passed before Luther answered Big Dog again.
"I'm just angry, I guess. This type of shit has surprisingly never happened before, considering the circumstances. I feel wronged and cheated out of a decent future. Although, I highly doubt the future would've had anything good in store for us either way. I guess what I'm trying to say is... give me a second chance, you're nothing like that-"
"You're an asshole, Luke. You're a danger to every living thing around you. Once you get angry with someone who doesn't agree with you, you always end up causing trouble. If you want me to put everything behind me, give a good reason to do so."
"I'll..... give you a raise?"
The shorter man chuckled.
"Heh, damn idiot. Me and you have been trying to work together ever since we left our hometown. I'm still upset with you, and we both know that you don't have the finances to give me a raise right now. But if you fall, I fall as well, so I guess we're stuck with each other, for now."
"So... are we cool?"
"No, but we can work through this. Just don't do shit like this again, ight?"
"Ight."
And so, Big Dog walked off again, and Luther returned to thinking. It had been about two days since he left the Southern Islands, and it was expected that the ship would arrive to the Western Lands either tonight or tomorrow. The big man began to loiter around the open area on the top of the ship, reaching into his pocket and producing a business card of sorts from it. On it, was a picture of an elvish looking man with a distinguished look. Luther smirked as he examined the card, before placing it back into his pocket, and retiring to the main cabin.