05-18-2007, 03:45 PM
(continued from HERE)
From the start, Doma could tell this place was nothing like Utopia. There were large, hairy beings here who were picking fights and beating each other up, to lushes getting drunk and irritating others with their drunken song. There was even the occasional group that would pass by, their noses in the air as if they were having to endure a horribly smell right under their nose, walking past everyone with a 'hmph!' or haughty gesture.
No. Doma wasn't in Utopia anymore, that much was for sure.
When the announcement came that the barracks were prepared, he had picked up hi satchel and followed in line behind the others, who were muttering and still boasting about how well they felt they would do during the competition. Many of them sported bruises and cuts, apparently from brawling earlier and were fairly silent. He suspected most of them would probably just welcome the opportunity to relax and maybe catch a few winks after the long wait to get in.
Upon entering the barracks, Doma went to one of the farthest beds and claimed it as his own, laying his stuff down on the bed. He was about to reach into the bag to pull out his Ocarina when he heard something that struck him as extremely odd.
?What you taste like??
Whipping around, Doma's eyes widened as he spotted an obnoxiously large pink pincushion with fat, purple lips surveying a tall, green warrior who was standing beside him, poised as if having asked a question, but regretting having made contact with the thing. The pink looked a lot like a pufferfish, only extremely pink. It reminded him of the 'divinity' candies they had shared as kids in Utopia, which made Doma snicker, earning an appraising look from the pink creature.
Turning his head away quickly, Doma busied himself with getting his Ocarina out of the bag and raised it to his lips. As he blew into it, a single sweet, high-pitched tune emitted from it, causing everyone in the room to grow quiet. As he began playing it, his fingers moved deftly along the holes on the foreign flute, actively contributing to the beautiful and almost hauntingly soul-stirring tune most had heard in their lives. The tune sounded upbeat, but it had an odd feel to it that almost made the person hearing it want to cry and bawl like a baby, sending the urge to jump up and cheer at the same time.
Feeling someone tapping on his shoulder, Doma drew the song to a gradual close then turned around. The tall green being from before was standing at him, looking at Doma with a look of both surprise and respect.
"That was a nice melody you played there. The name's Pikkon." The green warrior said, extending a hand to Doma, which the elf eagerly took and shook.
"Gamarou. Doma Gamarou. A pleasure to meet you." Doma returned, grinning. As he released the green warrior's hand, he sighed, fingering the runes that covered the Ocarina with a sigh. It had only been a couple of days since he had left Utopia, but he was already beginning to get homesick.
The green warrior sat down on the bed beside him and Doma talked to him, telling him about the place where he was from, without mentioning any specific details. He told Pikkon about how the Elders of his home were wise and extraordinarily powerful, while even the young folk were taught how to protect themselves without resorting to violence. As he talked, Doma began to ease up, feeling more and more relaxed as time went on.
Before he knew it, the bell sounded and two oddly dressed women came into the room, heading straight for Doma. Standing, his eyes widened as he smelled the delicious aroma coming from the dome-shaped tin lids over whatever was underneath. Smelled a lot like pork. Or maybe beef.
"This was sent by a... mister 'Jiguro'?" the woman said, causing Doma to smile. His childhood Sensei was still looking after him, these many years later.
"Yes, that would be for me," he said, accepting the plate with the tin and nodding respectfully to the women as they bowed and departed. Opening the lid, Doma was greeted with the wonderous sight of steamed vegetables, jumbo shrimp cooked with spicey, yet hearty spices, mashed potatoes and a small bowl of gravy to the side. A smaller bowl, full of rice, sat on the very edge. It was all Doma could do to hook the toe of his boot around a nearby nightstand and drag it in front of him, set the plate down, then fetch an extra chair.
"Care to join me, Pikkon?" Doma asked, gesturing to the extra chair. "There is plenty food for both of us."
From the start, Doma could tell this place was nothing like Utopia. There were large, hairy beings here who were picking fights and beating each other up, to lushes getting drunk and irritating others with their drunken song. There was even the occasional group that would pass by, their noses in the air as if they were having to endure a horribly smell right under their nose, walking past everyone with a 'hmph!' or haughty gesture.
No. Doma wasn't in Utopia anymore, that much was for sure.
When the announcement came that the barracks were prepared, he had picked up hi satchel and followed in line behind the others, who were muttering and still boasting about how well they felt they would do during the competition. Many of them sported bruises and cuts, apparently from brawling earlier and were fairly silent. He suspected most of them would probably just welcome the opportunity to relax and maybe catch a few winks after the long wait to get in.
Upon entering the barracks, Doma went to one of the farthest beds and claimed it as his own, laying his stuff down on the bed. He was about to reach into the bag to pull out his Ocarina when he heard something that struck him as extremely odd.
?What you taste like??
Whipping around, Doma's eyes widened as he spotted an obnoxiously large pink pincushion with fat, purple lips surveying a tall, green warrior who was standing beside him, poised as if having asked a question, but regretting having made contact with the thing. The pink looked a lot like a pufferfish, only extremely pink. It reminded him of the 'divinity' candies they had shared as kids in Utopia, which made Doma snicker, earning an appraising look from the pink creature.
Turning his head away quickly, Doma busied himself with getting his Ocarina out of the bag and raised it to his lips. As he blew into it, a single sweet, high-pitched tune emitted from it, causing everyone in the room to grow quiet. As he began playing it, his fingers moved deftly along the holes on the foreign flute, actively contributing to the beautiful and almost hauntingly soul-stirring tune most had heard in their lives. The tune sounded upbeat, but it had an odd feel to it that almost made the person hearing it want to cry and bawl like a baby, sending the urge to jump up and cheer at the same time.
Feeling someone tapping on his shoulder, Doma drew the song to a gradual close then turned around. The tall green being from before was standing at him, looking at Doma with a look of both surprise and respect.
"That was a nice melody you played there. The name's Pikkon." The green warrior said, extending a hand to Doma, which the elf eagerly took and shook.
"Gamarou. Doma Gamarou. A pleasure to meet you." Doma returned, grinning. As he released the green warrior's hand, he sighed, fingering the runes that covered the Ocarina with a sigh. It had only been a couple of days since he had left Utopia, but he was already beginning to get homesick.
The green warrior sat down on the bed beside him and Doma talked to him, telling him about the place where he was from, without mentioning any specific details. He told Pikkon about how the Elders of his home were wise and extraordinarily powerful, while even the young folk were taught how to protect themselves without resorting to violence. As he talked, Doma began to ease up, feeling more and more relaxed as time went on.
Before he knew it, the bell sounded and two oddly dressed women came into the room, heading straight for Doma. Standing, his eyes widened as he smelled the delicious aroma coming from the dome-shaped tin lids over whatever was underneath. Smelled a lot like pork. Or maybe beef.
"This was sent by a... mister 'Jiguro'?" the woman said, causing Doma to smile. His childhood Sensei was still looking after him, these many years later.
"Yes, that would be for me," he said, accepting the plate with the tin and nodding respectfully to the women as they bowed and departed. Opening the lid, Doma was greeted with the wonderous sight of steamed vegetables, jumbo shrimp cooked with spicey, yet hearty spices, mashed potatoes and a small bowl of gravy to the side. A smaller bowl, full of rice, sat on the very edge. It was all Doma could do to hook the toe of his boot around a nearby nightstand and drag it in front of him, set the plate down, then fetch an extra chair.
"Care to join me, Pikkon?" Doma asked, gesturing to the extra chair. "There is plenty food for both of us."