Post by Kon on Oct 29, 2012 22:42:12 GMT -5
It was another regular day as Kon sat at his reception desk at the art gallery reading a magazine about fine art. There was an article about his place in it this month so he wanted to see what the people had to say about it. The usual comments were made about how close his art resembled those of the masters like Van Gogh and Davinci. He smirked with confidence every time he read how difficult a time a supposed expert came to appraise his work.
But Kon did not create the art by himself. Although he was a gifted artist on his own, he was also a shaman. A shaman is a person that can interact and fuse with spirits. Kon had trained his abilities since he was a child so he was a fairly capable shaman. One wouldn't guess he was a shaman simply by his appearance however.
Kon always dressed in nice clothing such as suits and tuxedos. Thanks to his business he could afford it but other than that he appeared as normal as any other person on the street. He had blue eyes and brown hair and a bit of a feminine build. There was power behind his lean body despite his slim appearance.
He still had some customers left even though it was getting close to closing time for the day. They all loved studying his artwork. Little did they know that Kon had fused with the spirits of the masters temporarily to create the masterpieces.
As time dragged on Kon finished his article and the rest of the magazine as well. He sighed before standing and walking to the middle of the galleria. With a smile on his face he made the announcement to close.
"Ladies and gentlemen. It's officially time to close shop. Thank you all for coming in today. I hope you enjoyed your stay and feel free to come back again. We look forward to seeing you. In the mean time on your way out please don't forget to pay the cashier as well as leave any hints or suggestions about how we can improve future stays for you and other guests as well. Thank you again and have a nice evening."
With that he quickly made his way to the reception desk to receive everyone's money and any hints or suggestions they had for the business. Kon was no fool. If you wanted happy customers you needed to interact with them and ask them directly what they like, don't like, and what they want to get from coming to his business.
After they were all gone, Kon locked up the galleria and went to go to his car until he saw a familiar spirit out of the corner of his eye.
"Hello Rin. What tidings do you bring today?"
"Kon, the Shaman Tournament will be starting soon. It only happens once every so many years. The world needs a new shaman king to maintain the balance between the worlds and prevent any catastrophies that would occur if an evil spirit managed to escape into the world of the living. You need to participate. With your skill as well as the power of your spirit, it would be hard for anyone to best you in combat."
"I have no interest in ruling the world though Rin. It would be too much of a pain. On top of that who would run my gallery? A man needs to make a living while he's alive to enjoy it."
"I've already scoped out the competition Kon and there aren't many inherently good people amongst the competitors. The world needs you to take the throne of Shaman King to ensure that no calamity falls upon it. You're the world's only hope. Do it for all of the artists and masterpieces out there. You don't want them all to be destroyed do you? Plus if the world ends because some madman won the throne there'll be no customers left to bring you a paycheck in."
Kon sighed as he gave in to her argument.
"You're right. So what do I have to do? Where do I go?"
"You'll be going to Dobe Village and you should pack at least a few suitcases of clothing. Dress practical. You'll be out in the desert fighting with other people that would sooner kill you than stop to appreciate your wardrobe tastes."
"Fine, I'll go. I'll call the airport tonight and be on the first plane there tomorrow. Good night Rin."
Heeding her words, Kon followed Rin's advice and called the airport to reserve a ticket for the first flight to Dobe Village in the morning. The flight would leave at six-thirty am. He packed his things for the trip and set up his suit for tomorrow. He would get up and shower, eat a quick breakfast, and be on his way.
But Kon did not create the art by himself. Although he was a gifted artist on his own, he was also a shaman. A shaman is a person that can interact and fuse with spirits. Kon had trained his abilities since he was a child so he was a fairly capable shaman. One wouldn't guess he was a shaman simply by his appearance however.
Kon always dressed in nice clothing such as suits and tuxedos. Thanks to his business he could afford it but other than that he appeared as normal as any other person on the street. He had blue eyes and brown hair and a bit of a feminine build. There was power behind his lean body despite his slim appearance.
He still had some customers left even though it was getting close to closing time for the day. They all loved studying his artwork. Little did they know that Kon had fused with the spirits of the masters temporarily to create the masterpieces.
As time dragged on Kon finished his article and the rest of the magazine as well. He sighed before standing and walking to the middle of the galleria. With a smile on his face he made the announcement to close.
"Ladies and gentlemen. It's officially time to close shop. Thank you all for coming in today. I hope you enjoyed your stay and feel free to come back again. We look forward to seeing you. In the mean time on your way out please don't forget to pay the cashier as well as leave any hints or suggestions about how we can improve future stays for you and other guests as well. Thank you again and have a nice evening."
With that he quickly made his way to the reception desk to receive everyone's money and any hints or suggestions they had for the business. Kon was no fool. If you wanted happy customers you needed to interact with them and ask them directly what they like, don't like, and what they want to get from coming to his business.
After they were all gone, Kon locked up the galleria and went to go to his car until he saw a familiar spirit out of the corner of his eye.
"Hello Rin. What tidings do you bring today?"
"Kon, the Shaman Tournament will be starting soon. It only happens once every so many years. The world needs a new shaman king to maintain the balance between the worlds and prevent any catastrophies that would occur if an evil spirit managed to escape into the world of the living. You need to participate. With your skill as well as the power of your spirit, it would be hard for anyone to best you in combat."
"I have no interest in ruling the world though Rin. It would be too much of a pain. On top of that who would run my gallery? A man needs to make a living while he's alive to enjoy it."
"I've already scoped out the competition Kon and there aren't many inherently good people amongst the competitors. The world needs you to take the throne of Shaman King to ensure that no calamity falls upon it. You're the world's only hope. Do it for all of the artists and masterpieces out there. You don't want them all to be destroyed do you? Plus if the world ends because some madman won the throne there'll be no customers left to bring you a paycheck in."
Kon sighed as he gave in to her argument.
"You're right. So what do I have to do? Where do I go?"
"You'll be going to Dobe Village and you should pack at least a few suitcases of clothing. Dress practical. You'll be out in the desert fighting with other people that would sooner kill you than stop to appreciate your wardrobe tastes."
"Fine, I'll go. I'll call the airport tonight and be on the first plane there tomorrow. Good night Rin."
Heeding her words, Kon followed Rin's advice and called the airport to reserve a ticket for the first flight to Dobe Village in the morning. The flight would leave at six-thirty am. He packed his things for the trip and set up his suit for tomorrow. He would get up and shower, eat a quick breakfast, and be on his way.