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Private Two Greys Take Two

Discussion in 'Horizon' started by Takashi "Shiro" Shirogane, May 13, 2018.

  1. Takashi "Shiro" Shirogane

    Takashi "Shiro" Shirogane Voltron: Legendary Defender

    Posts:
    200
    Gender:
    Male
    Occupation:
    Paladin/Explorer Pilot & Bartender
    Location:
    Cascade Bay
    Race:
    Human
    Age:
    25 (+1)
    Alignment:
    Lawful Good
    Date: April 25th
    @Kakashi Hatake
    As nice as it was to have their whole team back together again, or at least, in a close enough radius within Pandora, Shiro needed time to himself. Something that was near impossible to get when you lived in a house with four teenagers, even if the house he'd made with his bare hands was definitely an upgrade from the cozy bungalow he'd shared with his ex before everything had gone so wrong. So Shiro found himself in Horizon after giving the thought of a small trip a while of thought. He'd booked off the days from both of his jobs and told the others he would be in contact if needed but preferably only when there was an emergency, that he wanted to go alone and he wasn't going to take his lion with him either.

    It was just Shiro and the wilderness. Of course the portals had been such a big help to get him from Cascade Bay to Horizon in the first place, but as soon as he was there he had sighed in relief and felt somewhat more at ease. Camping outside and relying on your own skill sets and wit to get you a somewhat comfortable space within mother nature's realm didn't sound so appealing to most people, but then, Shiro wasn't most people and these days hard floors were much more comforting than half empty soft beds far too big for just himself.

    His arm was all he needed, powered up and glowing purple as he sliced back the foliage in front of him, too thick to just walk between though none of it stood much of a change beneath the force of his mechanical arm. But he'd come to a small clearing in the thick jungle, much the antithesis to the dessert that surrounded all of Horizon. It was nice. Quiet aside from the sounds one might expect, birds singing strange songs, the waterfalls off in the distance that fed the small body of water in front of Shiro. It was something he thought he could get used to, a distraction from all those thoughts that whirled around in his poor mind ceaselessly. A lot had happened with the paladins, between their fifth member arriving, one leaving, another maimed and a whole lot of mess that needed clearing up between... yeah, it was something. And a lot of that had fallen to Shiro's shoulders.

    There was never any time for him to help himself before something new seemed to be thrown down onto him. It honestly made him nervous to leave the others behind for a break, knowing life always had a funny way of kicking one's backside for taking such liberties. But he'd done it and here he was. He knelt cautiously by the water's edge, his body still on high alert for things, surroundings he wasn't used to that could change from seemingly innocent to the complete opposite in just an instant. That was the problem with PTSD, it never let you rest. He cupped water in his hands, seeing how it looked clear and fresh before he splashed some over his face and then rubbed his mechanical hand over the back of his neck, sighing as he could feel himself finally cooling down from the humidity that clung to the jungle.

    It didn't last long, his rest, not when he sensed he wasn't alone any more. Shiro left his arm powered down for now, not wanting to give off the wrong impression if it was perhaps someone friendly just wary, but if it was someone aggressive he didn't want them to know he had a 'weapon' like that either. Not yet. As always, Shiro was being the soldier he'd never signed up to be.
    "Who's there?" He called out loud enough to be heard, frowning whilst glancing around before he closed his eyes briefly, inhaling as he pushed back all other thoughts to clear his mind. The paladin could never explain it, but he always had this extra sense, no doubt related to being the guardian of the sky and the amount of spiritual happenings he'd had when fighting the Galra... but it wasn't honed or practised by any means. So as Shiro reached out with... his being right then he waited and listened, trying to sense if there really was someone else out here or if he was just losing it.

    Again.
     
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  2. He felt like a fish in a barrel, honestly. An excellent barrel, sure. But a barrel. That is, at first the high ground made him nervous. He wasn't a fan of a tactical disadvantage. Then again, Horizon proved the least populated by humans. Not that he had anything against his own species-but there was a reason he walked across the desert and climbed into the oasis, risking a fall, among other mortalities. There were about a dozen different plants and animals he'd never seen, and the trees were sewn together with vines. Even branches intertwined. Kakashi took one look at the undergrowth and decided that the best way to travel was above ground. He jumped into the nearest tree and darted to the next.

    It was easy to fall back into the habit, something he learned at the age of four, and his thirty-three years of repetitive activities were now second nature. A lot like driving a car, when one barely thinks before applying the right pressure to the gas peddle. In this case, his Chakra boosted him from branch to branch. His muscles-opposed to his bones, absorbed the impact. He was glad of his health, at least. Everything else had gone to hell in a handbasket years ago, but his physical fitness stayed with him. As did his hearing.

    Kakashi landed softly in the nearest tree, listening to the damage some meters off.

    'They're making way for themselves.'

    He crept along the branches, keeping himself out of sight, out of ear-shot, and downwind. It was easy to become a part of the scenery; he'd spent enough time infiltrating peoples' homes and tailing paranoia incarnate that he could turn himself into a shadow or a trick of the light. The noise was enough to mask any mishaps. And he had plenty of experience multitasking, keeping one eye on the page and another as to where he was walking. It helped him move through the leaves without giving himself away while also observing the strangeness taking place. And what he observed was this: a shock of grey to white hair, eyes not unlike his own, movement that indicated training and endurance, and an arm which reminded him of a certain student's, but perhaps just as deadly. There appeared to be nothing to it. The vines and other plants fell away like shredded paper. Eventually, this unrelenting progress brought them to the water's edge, where the young man could be seen entirely.

    Kakashi considered his privacy for a moment. He had no reason to intrude. Except for perhaps the interest of socialization. But this was not something he sought willingly other than with people he'd already established a relationship with. Kakashi wasn't in the business of making too many fast friends. He'd never been. At least, whatever he could tell himself to sleep at night. Because it was a hell of a lot easier to do so when in all certainty he had no emotional attachment to people that he'd known and lost, mostly because of himself. And yet...

    "Who's there?"

    That was a surprise. Blinking, Kakashi lowered his hands and let them rest on the branch supporting his weight. He could be well away in the blink of an eye. It would take nothing at all to become a ghost. But he did not move an inch, perhaps not at all. He was too busy thinking. There was something, something he recognized in people, much like himself, that had manifested in this young man. In a way, that alone should have been reason enough to leave. But none of the company Kakashi kept at home were ever less harmful than a house on fire. He only knew broken and crippled things. But he chose not to read too deeply into whatever was happening here. He put his money on "midlife-crises" and decided that with his cover blown, he might as well make the most of it.

    As the young man took a breath, Kakashi assumed a more comfortable position, until he lounged in the tree, as if it were a chair.

    "Relax," his voice was a bit disembodied, as he was slow to reveal himself, and would rather avoid setting off any impulse decisions. If there were any, to begin with. But then, they had only just met. It was impossible to decipher these things so soon.

    He leaned forward, out of the shadows. "You were making quite a spectacle back there, so I came to see what all the fuss was about." All this in his flat, yet reassuring tones, featuring a humorous lit underneath, but easy-going altogether. If not, he might just be nosy, and Kakashi didn't want to give anyone the wrong impression that he cared how other people used their time.

    (OOC - Kakashi isn't fooling anybody really. He's curiously worried about Shiro. Poor guy.)​
     
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  3. Takashi "Shiro" Shirogane

    Takashi "Shiro" Shirogane Voltron: Legendary Defender

    Posts:
    200
    Gender:
    Male
    Occupation:
    Paladin/Explorer Pilot & Bartender
    Location:
    Cascade Bay
    Race:
    Human
    Age:
    25 (+1)
    Alignment:
    Lawful Good
    It was almost as if Black was there with Shiro, letting him looking through those sharp eyes of hers that managed to somehow let him see with more than just the orbs inside his skull. He'd only really just begun reaching out with that lent sight when he heard someone, his eyelids snapping open as he glanced around and found the source of the voice coming from the trees above head and not too far away. The paladin had to shift around a bit to see the being, and when he squinted he found what looked like a very familiar head of greyish white hair.

    "Oh." Was he making too much noise? Honestly he hadn't expected to really be bumping into anyone out here, considering Horizon's low population but also how there should be clear signs for where groups of people lived. Not wanderers like himself. Was the stranger also lost too?
    "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to disturb you. I honestly didn't think I'd bump into anyone else whilst I was out here." Shiro gestured to their surroundings before letting his hands drop to his sides. Why did the man seem so familiar to him? Perhaps if he got a closer look then he would be able to realise why the man had such a familiar presence. Honestly all the paladin had right now was that they shared the same strange shade of hair.

    Well what now?

    He couldn't just insist that the other man get down from the tree so he could give him a much needed closer inspection.
    "I was just clearing the forest to get through. Nothing bad. Though you don't seem to have had this problem?" Shiro motioned to how the other man was even in the tree and so casually too, like it was normal just to perch around in them like some kind of furniture. Turning back to the clearing he was standing in, Shiro figured it would be a good enough place for him to stop for a moment and take a break, realising he hadn't stopped travelling since he'd left Cascade Bay so early that same morning.

    Taking a seat on the floor, he rummaged around in his bag before he held up what looked like some kind of wrapped bar, giving a small smile to the stranger as he offered it up from where he was.
    "It might not be the tastiest thing, but I have some nutrient bars and water I can share with you if you'd like." The younger smiled still, tired looking yes, but a smile there all the same. Even with strangers, the ones who didn't attack him first at least, and everything the pilot had been through, Shiro was still more than willing to offer and share what little he had