[1. Power Pole] It's the staff that catches Gene's eye. He's looking for more sparring weapons for the dojo, and especially quarterstaves, since one of them broke on a training dummy. The kedan who'd done it had apologized profusely, and Gene had reassured her not only that it was perfectly all right, but that he was proud of her powerful swing.
This one won't be broken so easily. It appears to be made of iron, and it'll be useful for teaching the more advanced students to wield a real weapon if they so choose. The Castian warns him that it's extremely heavy, which Gene shrugs off. He'll be able to carry it; he's stronger than he looks.
When he lifts it with no problem, the Castian merchant gapes and exclaims that he must be very strong, since she could barely lift it herself. She's no willowy lady, either; she's heavily-muscled from a lifetime at sea. Gene looks at her, a little concerned. "You're not pulling my leg, are you?"
"No - here, let me show you." He passes the staff back to her, and it's clear that she's struggling with the weight. "I think it wants to be with you."
Gene takes the staff back, and it feels no different to him than any other metal staff he's ever held. It's only then that he notices that there are gold bands around each end of the staff.
You have got to be kidding me.
"This would be a lot easier to carry if it was smaller," he says, and as soon as the words are out of his mouth the staff shrinks to the size of a needle. "Oh, you have got to be kidding me."
[2. Broken Crown | Pepper] Gene is sitting on the couch in the townhouse, staring with interest at the circlet he picked up in the market. The needle-sized staff is sitting next to it, as innocently as a magic staff can.
"This had better not be what I think it is."
[3. The Pilgrim's Progress | X] Gene's not excited about this at all. In fact, he absolutely hates it. He'd loved the tale of Sun Wukong as a child, and fantasized about being as powerful as the Monkey King in order to defeat Zhang and bring his mother back, but he'd never actually wanted to be Sun Wukong. The Monkey King didn't do things the way Gene would, more bold and brash than Gene's measured, careful approach.
He's leaning against the wall in the dojo, eyes raised to the sky, the needle-sized staff tucked behind his ear. "What did I do to deserve this?" A lot, Gene. You have done a lot.
Qítiān Dàshèng | OTA, Pepper, X
It's the staff that catches Gene's eye. He's looking for more sparring weapons for the dojo, and especially quarterstaves, since one of them broke on a training dummy. The kedan who'd done it had apologized profusely, and Gene had reassured her not only that it was perfectly all right, but that he was proud of her powerful swing.
This one won't be broken so easily. It appears to be made of iron, and it'll be useful for teaching the more advanced students to wield a real weapon if they so choose. The Castian warns him that it's extremely heavy, which Gene shrugs off. He'll be able to carry it; he's stronger than he looks.
When he lifts it with no problem, the Castian merchant gapes and exclaims that he must be very strong, since she could barely lift it herself. She's no willowy lady, either; she's heavily-muscled from a lifetime at sea. Gene looks at her, a little concerned. "You're not pulling my leg, are you?"
"No - here, let me show you." He passes the staff back to her, and it's clear that she's struggling with the weight. "I think it wants to be with you."
Gene takes the staff back, and it feels no different to him than any other metal staff he's ever held. It's only then that he notices that there are gold bands around each end of the staff.
You have got to be kidding me.
"This would be a lot easier to carry if it was smaller," he says, and as soon as the words are out of his mouth the staff shrinks to the size of a needle. "Oh, you have got to be kidding me."
[2. Broken Crown | Pepper]
Gene is sitting on the couch in the townhouse, staring with interest at the circlet he picked up in the market. The needle-sized staff is sitting next to it, as innocently as a magic staff can.
"This had better not be what I think it is."
[3. The Pilgrim's Progress | X]
Gene's not excited about this at all. In fact, he absolutely hates it. He'd loved the tale of Sun Wukong as a child, and fantasized about being as powerful as the Monkey King in order to defeat Zhang and bring his mother back, but he'd never actually wanted to be Sun Wukong. The Monkey King didn't do things the way Gene would, more bold and brash than Gene's measured, careful approach.
He's leaning against the wall in the dojo, eyes raised to the sky, the needle-sized staff tucked behind his ear. "What did I do to deserve this?" A lot, Gene. You have done a lot.