Pandumb
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- Posted: Mon, 28 Jul 2014 04:02:26 +0000
Sivak
"Nekomimi?" Tenkai repeated, blinking. It wasn't that he didn't understand what she meant. In fact, even if he had never heard of the term itself, he would have understood what it meant simply by understanding Japanese. In spite of his trademark 3nodding face that he wore during his more peaceful moments, he still seemed to find the image of himself with cat ears to be unusual even for himself.
He ran a hand across his head and through his hair as if to ponder the thought, making note of Sivak's observation regarding his hair. The long ponytail he sported definitely had "samurai" written all over it, which must have been the reason why so many people he had met had referred to him as being a samurai in spite of how incorrect they were. There were definitely more reasons for this than simply his hair, but for now it looked like Tenkai was just an unusual, unshaven monk.
Tenkai listened as Sivak recalled the events leading up to her finding this particular bar. The monk looked saddened by the mention of those who died in the street, even though that wasn't particularly uncommon for Sigil at certain points in its history. It was one of the city's most common occurrences back in the period known as "Hard Times", and in the Hive it was practically an everyday occurrence no matter how well the city was doing. Though much has changed since then, Sigil was far too vast a city for anything to be unexpected.
For this reason, Tenkai didn't seem to notice how nonchalantly Sivak spoke of this occurrence. He had met a number of people who looked at the suffering people had to undergo in this world each day and hardly batted an eye. This would've displeased Tenkai greatly had he not understood what led people to feel that way about the troubles of the common mortal. For some it was a matter of experience, nothing more than a byproduct of the rampant suffering in the world as many came to expect it rather than find it appalling. For others, it was merely a coping mechanism that allowed them to go on with their lives in the face of something they felt they couldn't change. Tenkai had long since ceased to be surprised by the former, and he felt great sympathy for the latter.
As Sivak went on, Tenkai was able to pick out her mentioning of the name "Tres" as well as his absurdly mispronounced surname. It seemed that Tres managed to get around to just about everywhere these days, even with the responsibility on his shoulders in regards to the UWP. Sivak's powers of observation seemed to be pretty keen if she could tell that there was more to Tenkai than simply being a monk. Indeed, there were so many odd and unusual features about him that he couldn't be just a simple holy man. She could easily make out the steel and leather gauntlet around his right hand, and there was no telling what that stick-shaped item wrapped in cloth at his side was. And yet, somehow...
"I am just a humble monk, Ms. Sivak," said Tenkai. "Nothing more than that."
...he had said this without the slightest hint of subterfuge. It was very clear that there was more to Tenkai than what he was letting on, but as far as Sivak could tell, Tenkai was telling the truth. Lying was a skill that many a silver-tongued thief used as their bread and butter, but Tenkai was no rogue and hardly looked like the type of person that would ever be good at lying. No one who kept a panda as a pet could have that kind of guile.
In truth, the best way to convince someone to believe that you weren't lying was simply not to lie. As far as Tenkai was concerned, he was just a humble monk.
"But who was this person that ended up stranding you on the streets of Sigil? Are you trying to find your way back home?"