Day Two: Afternoon

[Reijin]

Continued from: http://www.cdbzrpg.com/forum/showpost.ph...stcount=16

The rain pattered hard against the door overhead and those sounds and the feeling of gravity were the only thing that helped Reijin have any placement within the void. He slowly lowered his feet, carefully listening around for any sounds of another warrior hiding within, waiting to cut his Achille's tendon.

He sniffed casually at the deadened air within the musty cellar, smelling nothing more than the smell of old stored alcohol, but nothing of burned ash nor that of fear. His feet touched the bottom and he reached around blindly, his hand finally falling onto a rod shaped object. Running his fingers along it, he realized that it was an unlit torch, simply waiting for the flame.

You can light that with your Pyroki- oh nevermind.

"Shut up..." he whispered again, his voice breaking the silence sharply. Pulling the torch down he fumbled until he found another old metallic rod shaped oject, this time a bit tougher to his touch. He picked it up with his other hand and suddenly a beam of light burst forth, the Saiyan falling backwards against a shelf of bottles as it struck the ground.

Oh a flashlight. That will be helpful!

Jun'ai's words did nothing more than agree with his own thoughts as he leaned down carefully, the bottles managing to do nothing more than settle back into their placement as he found the flashlight. Holding it up for a moment, he tossed the torch over his shoulder before looking casually over the alcohol bottles before him.

There were many types of bottles, ranging from vodka from the human planets to weaker Saiyan moonshine. There was nothing to compete with the drinks of his home planet, but it seemed that nearly any other form of alcohol he could want was represented, simply waiting here for the taking.

Except one.

In one location, Reijin leaned forward, sniffing the air and realizing that someone had been here before him. This person had left everything in its place and had taken only the bottles along one column, and in their place he had left a note.

Picking up the note, Reijin shined the light on it in curiousity of who may have been here before.

Sorry mate, but the rum is gone...

The note was signed with nothing more than the image of a sparrow along the bottom. Reijin's mouth twisted up in amusement as he mused to himself while replacing the note. "But why is the rum gone?"