".. y'know what? The weather could be worse," a man mumbled as he walked amongst the crowd of people in the streets. The hat he wore was enough protection from the rain, a cone made of straw adorned with various leafage from a bygone era. And if he ever felt cold, the shawl he wears, its worn blue fabric decorated in a faint yet intricate pattern, was thick enough to warm him up.
Though, knowing where he is at, perhaps he doesn't need the latter all that much.
Kartono looked up at the sky, if only for a moment. The lights that brighten up the night sky were artificial, for the most part; A shame, really. The stars of old were just as beautiful as the ones here, if not even more so. He pities the young people who grew up here, never knowing what it was like to look in awe as what people say are the pieces of the Creator lighten the otherwise dark skies of night. Even if those stories were nothing more than tall tales, it was still a spectacle to behold.
He had always yearned for those days; When people truly befriended with Mother Nature, and admired its beauty instead of exploiting it. And he wants to help aid in its recovery.
Breaking free from Mission LLC.'s chains was a step towards the right direction. He even aided someone else in a similar predicament as his along the way, though they had to part ways as to not get caught as easily. He ponders about that person from time to time; He can only hope they are doing well wherever they are at right now.
He shouted a worried, but well-intentioned, "Careful there," to any street kids throwing rocks at the drones. He knows of the superstitions behind their act, and he understands why they would do it. He just doesn't wish them to get hurt, that's all. Rocks, as small as they can be, aren't the safest things to play around.
Of course he would know that. He was a hard labourer prior to ceasing work with Mission LLC; That's what most Tikbalangs are destined to do. He now serves various little communities, doing odd jobs along the way. It's a humble way of life, sure, but he doesn't mind.
But as he walked the city streets... He felt something. Something deep within his heart. Something warm. Something that felt odd and yet familiar all the same.
... Were there, perhaps, other folks like him nearby? Rogue elementals, those who broke from Mission's shackles just like him, that person he aided from who-knows-when, and possibly countless others? He certainly hopes so. Maybe it was simply nothing, a mere false alarm, the pessimistic side of him thought. But... It wouldn't hurt to check, would it?
>Look around you. Check for any potential source of that feeling. As well, check to see if any of which — or perhaps whom? — are familiar to some extent.
Though, knowing where he is at, perhaps he doesn't need the latter all that much.
Kartono looked up at the sky, if only for a moment. The lights that brighten up the night sky were artificial, for the most part; A shame, really. The stars of old were just as beautiful as the ones here, if not even more so. He pities the young people who grew up here, never knowing what it was like to look in awe as what people say are the pieces of the Creator lighten the otherwise dark skies of night. Even if those stories were nothing more than tall tales, it was still a spectacle to behold.
He had always yearned for those days; When people truly befriended with Mother Nature, and admired its beauty instead of exploiting it. And he wants to help aid in its recovery.
Breaking free from Mission LLC.'s chains was a step towards the right direction. He even aided someone else in a similar predicament as his along the way, though they had to part ways as to not get caught as easily. He ponders about that person from time to time; He can only hope they are doing well wherever they are at right now.
He shouted a worried, but well-intentioned, "Careful there," to any street kids throwing rocks at the drones. He knows of the superstitions behind their act, and he understands why they would do it. He just doesn't wish them to get hurt, that's all. Rocks, as small as they can be, aren't the safest things to play around.
Of course he would know that. He was a hard labourer prior to ceasing work with Mission LLC; That's what most Tikbalangs are destined to do. He now serves various little communities, doing odd jobs along the way. It's a humble way of life, sure, but he doesn't mind.
But as he walked the city streets... He felt something. Something deep within his heart. Something warm. Something that felt odd and yet familiar all the same.
... Were there, perhaps, other folks like him nearby? Rogue elementals, those who broke from Mission's shackles just like him, that person he aided from who-knows-when, and possibly countless others? He certainly hopes so. Maybe it was simply nothing, a mere false alarm, the pessimistic side of him thought. But... It wouldn't hurt to check, would it?
>Look around you. Check for any potential source of that feeling. As well, check to see if any of which — or perhaps whom? — are familiar to some extent.
silver dollar, black smoke in my eyes
shattered glass, fallen fast, leave me paralysed
shattered glass, fallen fast, leave me paralysed