Sept 12, 2023 22:52:55 GMT
Post by king on Sept 12, 2023 22:52:55 GMT
Being lost in tokyo normally wasn’t usually a big problem, you’d eventually find a landmark you recognized and you’d be able to find your way home or to a place that you could use to get somewhere that you would be comfortable in. There were plenty of places to ask for directions and plenty more that would be willing to offer help of some kind. That was definitely not the case for king. In his absence from the big cities and society as a whole there was nothing in the city he recognized; things that he knew what they were but didn’t really know what to do with that information. A car was something that moved fast and got you from point a to point b. A bus carried a lot of people and was sizeable. Banks were where money went; a currency that didn’t matter to him.
People were scared of him from the get go, but he wasn’t causing problems. He was trying to actively avoid that. Problems called heroes; problems called vigilantes. Two groups he knew very little about other than being a thorn in his hide every time they showed up. Something he really wanted to avoid. He spent the better part of the day studying the motions of the street to understand what he had to do to cross safely. Red meant stop. Green meant go. People crossed on the striped lines after a hand turned to a man walking. Rudimentary knowledge many people had.
Rudimentary knowledge of society and the city, not knowledge he needed to retain what-so-ever. Diagonal was faster to cross, so that’s where he did. The pavement groaning under his feet. The beast blinked. Once. Twice. The groaning continued and he was gifted with a sense of weightlessness when the pavement underneath him crumbled. It was not something that he had expected and the moment of suspension let him see the sky briefly as his head arched upwards as his body fell down. A nice sky, a few clouds, sun starting it’s descent.
His landing in the pavement, concrete and abandoned kiosks underneath him was anything but comfortable, the dust billowing every which way and leaving him in a momentary stupor. Was he underground? The beast slowly blinked, trying to figure out what had happened. He had fell maybe about… a story? Two? There was some bits of concrete, road and pipes that were laying across him, some water draining nearby as he had broken some piping. Taking in his surroundings he wasn’t sure what to make of the crowd that had run or stood there in shock as a literal dragon fell into their laps.
Any injury of his quickly healed, he could already feel a few broken bones turn to fractures and upon movement he found that a pipe had found its way into his thigh. Grumbling he’d lean to grip it tendrily in his teeth… This was going to probably hurt. His eyes locked on a few individuals that had remained, either out of shock or trying to still process what was going on…
Coming anywhere near the city was a bad idea…
People were scared of him from the get go, but he wasn’t causing problems. He was trying to actively avoid that. Problems called heroes; problems called vigilantes. Two groups he knew very little about other than being a thorn in his hide every time they showed up. Something he really wanted to avoid. He spent the better part of the day studying the motions of the street to understand what he had to do to cross safely. Red meant stop. Green meant go. People crossed on the striped lines after a hand turned to a man walking. Rudimentary knowledge many people had.
Rudimentary knowledge of society and the city, not knowledge he needed to retain what-so-ever. Diagonal was faster to cross, so that’s where he did. The pavement groaning under his feet. The beast blinked. Once. Twice. The groaning continued and he was gifted with a sense of weightlessness when the pavement underneath him crumbled. It was not something that he had expected and the moment of suspension let him see the sky briefly as his head arched upwards as his body fell down. A nice sky, a few clouds, sun starting it’s descent.
His landing in the pavement, concrete and abandoned kiosks underneath him was anything but comfortable, the dust billowing every which way and leaving him in a momentary stupor. Was he underground? The beast slowly blinked, trying to figure out what had happened. He had fell maybe about… a story? Two? There was some bits of concrete, road and pipes that were laying across him, some water draining nearby as he had broken some piping. Taking in his surroundings he wasn’t sure what to make of the crowd that had run or stood there in shock as a literal dragon fell into their laps.
Any injury of his quickly healed, he could already feel a few broken bones turn to fractures and upon movement he found that a pipe had found its way into his thigh. Grumbling he’d lean to grip it tendrily in his teeth… This was going to probably hurt. His eyes locked on a few individuals that had remained, either out of shock or trying to still process what was going on…
Coming anywhere near the city was a bad idea…
