Board Thread:Kōgakure General RP/@comment-28929139-20170505000629/@comment-26510601-20170505003914

Just another day for the sleepy people of Kōgakure, for many it was almost like life was normal; a temporary illusion at best. One day, all of these sloping hills, the sprawling forests, and the homes of the good-willed would burn. Of course, such things were not things to dwell or fret upon for the young of the newest generation. Instead, much more mundane thing rested on these people's minds, worrying about getting wagons of steel up hills, and others simply watching and not really contributing to the situation. Ergo, a much more wonderful livelihood as temporal it may be.

Versace was among the peaceful, sitting on a gentle, sloping hill by the road where a lone tree gave some benevolent shade under the sweltering sun. He had been there for the most of the day that had already passed, just idly sitting by taking naps and thinking on the little things about life. Not many people at all were walking by the road, so when Tak started her strenuous labor trying to push the lone wagon up the hill; Versace could easily hear her snarl and grunt at the work ahead of her.

He had been sleeping for most of the time previously, and at last accumulated some of the energy necessary to function and do anything that in his mind would be productive. At a snail's pace, Versace slowly rolled over looking down the hill to see Tak struggling. Normally, a person would try to help and if not feel some sort of shame or guilt over doing it before going about their daily duties, but Versace just simply didn't care about that kind of shit and just watched Tak struggle. The complacent look on that soft face of his and those emerald eyes of his just looking down at Tak as if watching a show on TV probably wasn't helping either.

Would she be able to bring the cart up the hill? Could she find her inner monster and excise dominance over this overbearing wagon? Find out next time on Versace Ball Z.