The Road One Walks [ Open ]

[Zanki]

'Its quiet. Not a single shred of discord to be found.' A man sat on a large rock in the woodlands outside of civilization. He looked up at the trees encircling him, his eyes narrowed as he had a cigarette hanging loosely in-between his lips. He exhaled a puff of smoke as he closed his eyes. 'Should I be suspicious..? Or should I find enjoyment in this..? To be honest I'm quite torn.' He admitted to himself with a chuckle.

The man remained on his rock, enjoying the peace and tranquility for a few more minutes before he dropped the now extinguished cigarette from his mouth and stomped on it--crushing it with his shoe as he fully extinguished the cigarette. Reaching down and picking up a black bag that seemed to house a guitar, he put the strap around him as he looked in the direction of the nearest form of civilization. 'Perhaps I should pay a visit to the city...' He began to walk in the direction of civilization finding his motorcycle in which he had left parked. Although right as he went to get onto it, he felt a bit of a sharp twitch deep inside. It was his sixth sense for trouble, sensing that something was going to go underway soon enough.

[ Lol, on an unrelated note: Woo, 500th topic. ]

[Ren Nakamura]

Ren was on his way home. He wasn't needed today since the store was closing early, so he figured he'd go home.

Not like he had anything else to do. Or much at home. But home was home. He got on his bike and headed out.

[Zanki]

Zanki had gotten onto his motorcycle. Starting it up, placing his helmet onto his head, and leaning forward, he took off down the road and left behind the tranquil woodlands. He focused on the road ahead, not that far from the town ahead. He thought about where the road ahead would take him, not literally but metaphorically, how long had he been keeping at all of this? The days he had spent, working hard for both himself and others seemed to number infinite, Zanki felt himself reflexively sigh.

"Many years have passed, and many more will continue to pass. I have much left to do before I can--" Zanki perked, realizing he had lost focus of the road for a moment. He had steered towards the left in which a thick pipe seemed to litter about in the road. For an instant his mind seemed to ponder on why the hell a pipe was just littered around in the middle of the--but before he could even finish the thought his motorcycle had jolted and tipped some. Cursing under his breath as Zanki had slowed down as much as he could before he inevitably crashed into the sidewalk. He let out a pained gasp as he rolled off his motorcycle, clenching his side some where he had scraped along the ground.

"Son of a--" He sat up panting, closing one eye as a reflex to the pain. "Good thing I'm durable for my age." He crudely joked, he glanced over at his bike, it didn't appear messed up in any way--aside from having scraped along the ground. Of course Zanki wasn't one of those people who cared about having their 'ride' in perfection condition. A few scratches on the paint job wouldn't bug him.

[Ren Nakamura]

Ren slowed as he saw someone go down off of their bike. He pulled up towards them, looking at the pipe in the road as he dismounted and walked towards the other man, "Are you ok?" he asked.

[Zanki]

The man perked, glancing in the direction of the voice. He saw a young man standing there, noticing the concern in his tone. He merely chuckled as he got himself up. "I'm fine, I'm fine." He assured the young man, "Thank you for your concern though." He dusted himself off. "I just didn't expect a sudden pipe in the middle of the road."

[Ren Nakamura]

"It's strange," Ren agreed, not sure what comments to make if this man was saying he was ok.

[Zanki]

"So are you one of the locals to this here town?" Zanki asked with curiousity as he scanned the man before him. He seemed friendly enough.

[Shuya Portham]

"Where is that energy source!" Shuya would say holding his tablet in front of him.

[Ren Nakamura]

Ren nodded, "I am. I take it that you aren't."

[Shuya Portham]

Shuya would walk past the two men assuming that they were explorers. "Hmm!"

[Zanki]

"Nope, I'm not. I'm just a passing through musician." He calmly spoke out, perking as he saw a familiar face approaching him and the youth. He raised a brow, 'Where have I--' instantly, he recalled flashes of memory from the bout at the airport in Rome. 'Ah yes, he's the... Ultraman...' he thought.

[Ren Nakamura]

"Passing through," he repeated, not sure what else to say.

[Zanki]

"Must be nice to be young." Zanki remarked, he went over to his motorcycle and picked it upright. He looked at Ren, "Oh, right, before I forget. Kid, you ever hear anything about monsters around these parts?" He asked rather bluntly.

[Ren Nakamura]

"Yes," he said simply, "What of that?"

[Zanki]

Zanki chuckled, "Consider me something of a hunter. I've taken it upon myself to 'take out' any 'trash' that wanders about in towns like these." He told Ren. "Its something like my job."