Re: OPEN and the Road to Their Goal
OoC: Forgive me. Someone turned my drain valve, and all my inspiration leaked out.
BiC:“Just beat it, my friend, just get away from me,” he sang, “It doesn’t matter who’s right or wrong, you see. Just leave me.” Black Shisho, not needing to breathe, was able to sing joyfully whilst running cross country. The non-living thing he was never ran out of breath. As he dashed headlong across whatever country he was in, he added more words to his song. “I told you ‘don’t you ever come around here.’ Don’t want to see your crest. You better disappear. The evil’s in my eyes, and my words induce fear, so leave me. Just leave me. You better run away, you better do what you can. Don’t want to see no blood, not from a better man. It’s gonna be rough, better think of a plan, so leave me. But there’s gonna be pain! Just leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me. Beat it, my friend, and leave me. Show them…”
Just as he was about to hit a dynamic point in the song he stole, he happened upon something in the distance. It was his destination. He skidded to a halt, tearing up a good measure’s worth of earth in the process. In the distance was the city he was running to. It was a taller looking place than he had ever seen. His soul told him he had seen vast cities, hidden cities, and floating cities, but it told him nothing of seeing tall cities. Still, cities were cities. His soul told him one city was just like another. Things were expensive, the people acted differently, and it was easy to get lost. Ah, but they were fun places, too. Despite being expensive, the food was always top class. Despite being different, the women were always as tasty. Despite being confusing, the sights were always fun to see.
Even from where he was, he could hear sounds coming from the distant place. Had he a face, he would have smiled. Focusing strength into his legs, he resumed his full charge toward Middle City. As long as he could pull strength from the rest of his body, his legs were above tiring. Great distances were as nothing, as long as he took a good, long rest between stops. His fully focused legs were powerful, but not invincible. Eventually, his power would run out. He, however, being the efficient guy he is, was able to avoid any kind of breakdown. The specific global position listed in his invitation was not more than a week’s run from where he had been. Accordingly, he took his time, managing to come within sight of his destination within two weeks. Plenty of time to take in all of the city before the invitation’s deadline.
And lo, Black Shisho ground to a screeching halt at the city’s outer limit. Before going in, he pulled out his invitation, giving it yet another look over, making sure that he had the right place. He read up to where he had gotten. Had he a brow, it would have wrinkled. Facing in the direction of the setting sun, he burst into a leisurely walk. From where he was, he could indeed see the place the invitation directed him. It had told him that he would be able to see it. The invitation told him to head somewhere other than the city. It directed him to a place called South by Southwest Town. From the look and sound of it, it would be a much smaller place. Just as he thought, the closer he got, the smaller the place looked. A trick of perspective? It may very well have been so.
Coming into the little town was near laughable to the walking mask. At only a mile’s distance from the tall city, the sparse cluster of huts seemed a bit out of place. Beyond two substantial structures, no building was bigger than one room. All the same, there were enough people walking around to make the town feel alive. If he did not have someplace to be, he would have taken the time to sit down and observe. Although, as he walked, he did get the chance to see a few interesting faces. A man with a sharp flame design on his pants, a man wearing a symbol that resembled his own personal insignia, a boy wearing an armored, white long coat. But he did not give anyone more than a glace. Everyone was moving, including him. Eventually, he got to where the invitation directed.
“Registration,” he murmured, sliding the invitation back into his pocket. The building in front of him stood, labeled only as ‘Registry.‘ He stepped into the one room cabin, asked a couple questions, and got registered. He left the building under the pressure of a thousand stares. There wasn’t a person he could see that wasn’t looking directly at him. It made him angry. “What the hell are all of you looking at?!” he shouted. Most of the people went back to what they were doing. By the time Black Shisho had finished snarling to himself, everyone had went back to what they were doing. Taking a deep breath, he collected himself. Before going to check out the cabin he and his team had been assigned, he decided to check out one of the substantial structures, the cantina.
On his way, he wracked his brain trying to keep the names of his assigned teammates in his head. Rika Kaza Oni, Nekome Nagisa, and an additional nameless member. After realizing he would not be able to remember their names by the time he met them, he gave up the effort.