Post by Emil~♟ on May 2, 2013 10:56:31 GMT -8
"Some times, I wish I could remember how it all happened... Where the time, let alone the world, had gone."
Three long years had passed and Emil could never have thought he'd come back to this place. A place, rather the epicenter, where the world had been brought to its knees. Let's rewind a bit, shall we?
Being the top of the totem pole for a bit of time, Emil had once claimed the title if School Captain. Gaining this honor was not for pride or for political reform, but his own agenda. A few short weeks though, and his attention was drawn somewhere else. There were whispers, tiny voices hissing his father's name across the world. He hadn't made any real friends, so the attachment to stay was virtually nonexistent. His adoptive family wouldn't understand, so he snuck off in the middle of the night to the private airfield they owned up in Northern California. There, he simply took off on his own.. Thank Gott, equipped with piloting skills he had acquired in his teens from his adoptive father. The chase was on now, hearing rumors of his fathers presence in Ireland. Emil was the spearhead and now nothing could stop him.
Except engine failure three quarters of his way to Europe.
"I have a habit of these things happening... Huh?"
Things were happening too fast for him to control, but he was able to keep the gliding metal box in air for a few hours longer. Though, this had its consequences. Our hero had diverted off course by hundreds of miles and thrown himself into a bit of predicament. Where did he land, you ask? Africa. Well, northern Africa, pretty much in the middle of the Serengheti. The desert portion of the country too!
"Lady luck and I really aren't on speaking terms right now."
His small aircraft had took a dive into the mountains of stone and sand, but still the young man persevered. Somehow, making it out with only some light gashes and bruising... Or so, he thought. He began his trek through the sand, attempting to make any contact with any type of civilization out there. It was about two hours into his sand trudging did his shock start to wear off and the slight tinge of internal bleeding began to set in. About an our or two went on before his legs gave out and our hero was on his back. The heat of a thousands suns seemed to come down on his limp body, he knew death was on his heels. The darkness enveloped him.
And that's the end of our story folks!
"Well, fuck you too."
Fortunately for our friend, he was picked up by a group of hunters from a village, the Masaai tribe. They brought him back to there village where they treated his wounds. Two weeks would go by, Emil consciousness sealed by the tribe's elder healer. He would find out later that the elder had used a type of regenerative Qi to heal his ailments. When he awoke, he was greeted with looks of awe. It was a struggle at first to understand, but oddly enough two individuals actually spoke english and informed Emil of what happened. Truly grateful for their hospitality, he had decided to stay with them until he was fully recuperated. The tribe elder had eventually informed him that they would have killed him had they not noticed the strong aura of Qi surrounding him. They knew not of the outside world using energies like them, let alone strong one like Emil's that rivaled theirs.
Months passed and his wounds healed completely, but something inside him urged him to stay. He fought the urge at first, but eventually succumbed. His gut had never let him down before, why would it now? So Emil stayed, learning and becoming a hunter within their society. Their culture was fascinating, learning their customs and they learning his. Before he knew it, years had passed and Emil was surprisingly content. It was only up until recent that things were about to change drastically. The tribe elders had convened and told our now hunting hero, that his time had come and that he must leave. Emil was confused at first, a feeling if betrayal sinking into him. It was only until they had informed him of what had happened to the world outside, that Emil understood.
"Your destiny lies elsewhere. Go back and you'll receive the answers you've been looking for."
Whelp. Can't argue with that logic.
They wound up sending him off further north to a merchant who often trades supplies with them and owed the tribe a favor. Similarly, having to do with medical care. Hooking Emil with a plane home, it was only then that he saw the devastation the world had gone through. News broadcasts projected it toward California, a Sean Barker responsible for the chaos. Leveling cities, the senseless killing? It made Emil's stomach turn. Always a vicious man by nature, this had gotten to a point even he couldn't understand.
[FAST WORD BACK TO CALEEEFORNIA!]
Walking the streets here was different, everything just screamed sadness. Emil cloaked in a grey cowl and hood, made it easier for him to go unnoticed at night. He would take up a bench at the nearest park and flick a cigarette into his mouth. Lighting it, he looked out on to the streets and inhaled.
"Welcome home."
Three long years had passed and Emil could never have thought he'd come back to this place. A place, rather the epicenter, where the world had been brought to its knees. Let's rewind a bit, shall we?
Being the top of the totem pole for a bit of time, Emil had once claimed the title if School Captain. Gaining this honor was not for pride or for political reform, but his own agenda. A few short weeks though, and his attention was drawn somewhere else. There were whispers, tiny voices hissing his father's name across the world. He hadn't made any real friends, so the attachment to stay was virtually nonexistent. His adoptive family wouldn't understand, so he snuck off in the middle of the night to the private airfield they owned up in Northern California. There, he simply took off on his own.. Thank Gott, equipped with piloting skills he had acquired in his teens from his adoptive father. The chase was on now, hearing rumors of his fathers presence in Ireland. Emil was the spearhead and now nothing could stop him.
Except engine failure three quarters of his way to Europe.
"I have a habit of these things happening... Huh?"
Things were happening too fast for him to control, but he was able to keep the gliding metal box in air for a few hours longer. Though, this had its consequences. Our hero had diverted off course by hundreds of miles and thrown himself into a bit of predicament. Where did he land, you ask? Africa. Well, northern Africa, pretty much in the middle of the Serengheti. The desert portion of the country too!
"Lady luck and I really aren't on speaking terms right now."
His small aircraft had took a dive into the mountains of stone and sand, but still the young man persevered. Somehow, making it out with only some light gashes and bruising... Or so, he thought. He began his trek through the sand, attempting to make any contact with any type of civilization out there. It was about two hours into his sand trudging did his shock start to wear off and the slight tinge of internal bleeding began to set in. About an our or two went on before his legs gave out and our hero was on his back. The heat of a thousands suns seemed to come down on his limp body, he knew death was on his heels. The darkness enveloped him.
And that's the end of our story folks!
"Well, fuck you too."
Fortunately for our friend, he was picked up by a group of hunters from a village, the Masaai tribe. They brought him back to there village where they treated his wounds. Two weeks would go by, Emil consciousness sealed by the tribe's elder healer. He would find out later that the elder had used a type of regenerative Qi to heal his ailments. When he awoke, he was greeted with looks of awe. It was a struggle at first to understand, but oddly enough two individuals actually spoke english and informed Emil of what happened. Truly grateful for their hospitality, he had decided to stay with them until he was fully recuperated. The tribe elder had eventually informed him that they would have killed him had they not noticed the strong aura of Qi surrounding him. They knew not of the outside world using energies like them, let alone strong one like Emil's that rivaled theirs.
Months passed and his wounds healed completely, but something inside him urged him to stay. He fought the urge at first, but eventually succumbed. His gut had never let him down before, why would it now? So Emil stayed, learning and becoming a hunter within their society. Their culture was fascinating, learning their customs and they learning his. Before he knew it, years had passed and Emil was surprisingly content. It was only up until recent that things were about to change drastically. The tribe elders had convened and told our now hunting hero, that his time had come and that he must leave. Emil was confused at first, a feeling if betrayal sinking into him. It was only until they had informed him of what had happened to the world outside, that Emil understood.
"Your destiny lies elsewhere. Go back and you'll receive the answers you've been looking for."
Whelp. Can't argue with that logic.
They wound up sending him off further north to a merchant who often trades supplies with them and owed the tribe a favor. Similarly, having to do with medical care. Hooking Emil with a plane home, it was only then that he saw the devastation the world had gone through. News broadcasts projected it toward California, a Sean Barker responsible for the chaos. Leveling cities, the senseless killing? It made Emil's stomach turn. Always a vicious man by nature, this had gotten to a point even he couldn't understand.
[FAST WORD BACK TO CALEEEFORNIA!]
Walking the streets here was different, everything just screamed sadness. Emil cloaked in a grey cowl and hood, made it easier for him to go unnoticed at night. He would take up a bench at the nearest park and flick a cigarette into his mouth. Lighting it, he looked out on to the streets and inhaled.
"Welcome home."
