「F U T U R E」 孫 悟飯 ★ Son Gohan (
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Who: Future Gohan and YOU!
What: New arrival trying to figure out what's going on, could end up getting into trouble.
Where: Flying over the island, around the edges.
When: November 6
Warnings: None at the moment.
His arrival at this place had been... tense. Not just because of waking up somewhere unfamiliar to him, but because he couldn't sense any of the familiar ki signatures that he was used to sensing. He couldn't sense Bulma, or Trunks, or even his mother. And for a moment...
Gohan couldn't help but fear the worst.
It was what prompted him to grab his bag (wait, what bag?), and take off to the skies. A white aura surrounding him, as he flew through the air, wracking his brain with question. How did he end up here? Were his family and friends okay? Did the androids somehow get to him? Why didn't they kill him? The questions were coming a mile a minute, and he really wasn't any closer to an answer. But it wasn't until one particular question came to mind that he slowed down, looked down at the land beneath him, the gears in his head turning...
Where was he?
He didn't recognize this place. And while he could sense scattered ki here and there, it wasn't anything he'd sensed before. In fact, he couldn't... really sense anything past a certain range, now that he thought about it. Something that caused him to narrow his eyes, glance into the distance... and start flying toward the edges, to see for himself.
As such, there will be an orange speck, covered in white flames, flying around the island. Attempting to push out of the edges, but never quite getting past the hazardous weather conditions. Sometimes, he'll be hovering just outside the edge, other times he'll be moving a little closer to the center. But whatever the case, it was still someone trying to gauge the unnatural conditions keeping him from leaving...
Do you call out to him? Do you help him? Do you attack him? Or do you need rescue?
What: New arrival trying to figure out what's going on, could end up getting into trouble.
Where: Flying over the island, around the edges.
When: November 6
Warnings: None at the moment.
His arrival at this place had been... tense. Not just because of waking up somewhere unfamiliar to him, but because he couldn't sense any of the familiar ki signatures that he was used to sensing. He couldn't sense Bulma, or Trunks, or even his mother. And for a moment...
Gohan couldn't help but fear the worst.
It was what prompted him to grab his bag (wait, what bag?), and take off to the skies. A white aura surrounding him, as he flew through the air, wracking his brain with question. How did he end up here? Were his family and friends okay? Did the androids somehow get to him? Why didn't they kill him? The questions were coming a mile a minute, and he really wasn't any closer to an answer. But it wasn't until one particular question came to mind that he slowed down, looked down at the land beneath him, the gears in his head turning...
Where was he?
He didn't recognize this place. And while he could sense scattered ki here and there, it wasn't anything he'd sensed before. In fact, he couldn't... really sense anything past a certain range, now that he thought about it. Something that caused him to narrow his eyes, glance into the distance... and start flying toward the edges, to see for himself.
As such, there will be an orange speck, covered in white flames, flying around the island. Attempting to push out of the edges, but never quite getting past the hazardous weather conditions. Sometimes, he'll be hovering just outside the edge, other times he'll be moving a little closer to the center. But whatever the case, it was still someone trying to gauge the unnatural conditions keeping him from leaving...
Do you call out to him? Do you help him? Do you attack him? Or do you need rescue?
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Well, kind of.
The woods certainly aren't bare of wildlife. And Bucky is a pretty good hunter, if one classifies assassin as a sort of hunter. What he does know about hunting — hunting-hunting or assassination-hunting — is that knowing one's target makes all the difference. It's such a pursuit that has him out and about today, attempting to track, attempting to learn the movements of the creatures here to determine the most effective manner of hunting. It's easier said than done of course, but patience is something Bucky has in spades.
Making his way through the trees he's not unaware of something flying above. He's noted it of course, though on the two occasions he'd spotted it, it seemed to move too fast for a positive identification of its shape. He's all but put it out of his mind only because hunting anything that flies is too impractical for his limited arsenal.
But it is a sunny enough day, and his left arm is exposed. It's entirely possible, given the correct angle and enough of a break in the trees, that the sun glinting off the prosthetic could attract attention.