Moons passed as the near-human looking individual rested on the dusty bag in the back alley of what seemed to be some back-water Tavern. Persephone…civilized planet with heavily stratified societal structure. The Eavesdown Docks are located here, a commercial port and Badger's base of operations… Badger, that wanna-be of a business man was never honest with Omeno, and for the fact, Omeno refused to work for the man even after all the good he had stolen… It was now or never that Omeno was out for the stake of his life… And this blasted glowing armlet, unlikely to be pried off with a crowbar or some axel grease, continued to doom him.
The stars so peaceful; how he wished he were upon some vassal able to take up orders and peer out upon them from time to time. Perhaps even having the luxury of a room with thick blast-glass to look out upon the stars; again how beautiful and bright. The stars, some way or another, reminded him of Beaumonde, of the Maidenhead tavern’s music flowing through his ears… Ears like a felines… Hair white and scruffy and even a bushy tail to follow. Some strange crossbreed he was, for sure, though it made people look at him strangely.
Tightening the jacket across his chest, he felt the silk red tie press against his neck tighter. The tightness reminding him of the days prior – how hard it was to find a job as even a grunt upon a ship, of a job to earn what little cash he could and help out how he could. It was then that he was reminded; closing his eyes and remembering those words last written in his journal… Captain Malcolm Reynolds, Serenity ~Firefly~, that called to him… He would wait as long as it took to try to meet the Captain, possibly even get word that he was being hunted by the Alliance, that he could offer excellent services both through thievery and battle… Battle.
No wars he fought, and no conventional weapons did he truly believe in. Guns were too primitive for him, swords were to fancy. He believed in brawls, in the fight and fury passion that raged within. His expertise were not so comfortable within conventional weapons, but only a Whip of some strange kind… That, and his god damned fists and feet. For he knew many forms of martial arts, though he was deadliest within the forms of Tai Chi Chuan, of Combat Jujitsu, and of Judo which he always favored using. He found it easiest the avoid the shooting and fighting with the new found ability within his so called attachment.
So much thought drew the man into a dark abyss of watching the stars. No outsider, nor thug, nor bum knew better to steal or trifle with him; he looked dangerous enough, though sound and peaceful. Within moments he passed asleep in the star gaze… Actually beginning to purr throughout his sleep.
The next morning he awoke half slumped over his bag, drooling and snoring, purring loudly as the nearest Persephone citizen accidentally kicked over a vase that shattered nearby. As if a microsecond had passed, Omeno had snapped awake and cracked the strange whip into the air, standing himself in battle formation as his eyes glared around… The armlet around his left arm glowing a dim blue as he hissed softly. The citizen apologized with sarcasm and walked back inside, his wife scolding him for breaking something. Omeno simply backed down and calmed quickly, yawning as he grasped the bag and headed out to the Eavesdown Docks… Wondering… Waiting… Watching for the right boat to come sailing in… He sat on the bag near the back end, eyeballing each ship’s early morning drop offs only to wait for Serenity to appear.
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The stars so peaceful; how he wished he were upon some vassal able to take up orders and peer out upon them from time to time. Perhaps even having the luxury of a room with thick blast-glass to look out upon the stars; again how beautiful and bright. The stars, some way or another, reminded him of Beaumonde, of the Maidenhead tavern’s music flowing through his ears… Ears like a felines… Hair white and scruffy and even a bushy tail to follow. Some strange crossbreed he was, for sure, though it made people look at him strangely.
Tightening the jacket across his chest, he felt the silk red tie press against his neck tighter. The tightness reminding him of the days prior – how hard it was to find a job as even a grunt upon a ship, of a job to earn what little cash he could and help out how he could. It was then that he was reminded; closing his eyes and remembering those words last written in his journal… Captain Malcolm Reynolds, Serenity ~Firefly~, that called to him… He would wait as long as it took to try to meet the Captain, possibly even get word that he was being hunted by the Alliance, that he could offer excellent services both through thievery and battle… Battle.
No wars he fought, and no conventional weapons did he truly believe in. Guns were too primitive for him, swords were to fancy. He believed in brawls, in the fight and fury passion that raged within. His expertise were not so comfortable within conventional weapons, but only a Whip of some strange kind… That, and his god damned fists and feet. For he knew many forms of martial arts, though he was deadliest within the forms of Tai Chi Chuan, of Combat Jujitsu, and of Judo which he always favored using. He found it easiest the avoid the shooting and fighting with the new found ability within his so called attachment.
So much thought drew the man into a dark abyss of watching the stars. No outsider, nor thug, nor bum knew better to steal or trifle with him; he looked dangerous enough, though sound and peaceful. Within moments he passed asleep in the star gaze… Actually beginning to purr throughout his sleep.
The next morning he awoke half slumped over his bag, drooling and snoring, purring loudly as the nearest Persephone citizen accidentally kicked over a vase that shattered nearby. As if a microsecond had passed, Omeno had snapped awake and cracked the strange whip into the air, standing himself in battle formation as his eyes glared around… The armlet around his left arm glowing a dim blue as he hissed softly. The citizen apologized with sarcasm and walked back inside, his wife scolding him for breaking something. Omeno simply backed down and calmed quickly, yawning as he grasped the bag and headed out to the Eavesdown Docks… Wondering… Waiting… Watching for the right boat to come sailing in… He sat on the bag near the back end, eyeballing each ship’s early morning drop offs only to wait for Serenity to appear.
((Note to anyone who posts within my RP Range: I do NOT reply unless their post is longer then 6 developed sentences!))
