Tengu had hoped the Tencrow he sent with the invitation had reached Pluto by now. He was sitting near a makeshift campfire he had, around several tall Japanese red pine trees…he was quiet as he glanced to the beautifully lacquered boxes he brought outside with him. They had some sushi he had made earlier, as well as all sorts of Japanese goodies, including ume (pickled plum), mochi (rice cakes), and so much more. He was currently making Jiaozi for Pluto, as he heard a rumor Pluto liked it…he only hoped he had made it right. It reminded him of gyoza, which was similar to a pot-sticker…he also made some tempura as well.
He was extending a peace offering to Pluto, so to say. Although he admired Pluto as a warrior, he disliked fighting so much. He associated fighting with Mega Man…and anyone that chose to fight with others was no friend of his. With all the fighting amongst Ground, King, Flash, Wood…he was growing tired of it. He wanted to prove that he was a peace keeper.
He glanced up as his Tencrow returned to him without the letter.
“You delivered it, right?”
It cawed at him and hopped around on his shoulder before snatching up a mochi and fluttering into the tall, red pine tree with its brothers and sisters. Tengu groaned. “…never send a crow to do a Tengu’s job…probably didn’t even deliver the damn thing.”
The letter had reached the Plutonian warrior just as planned, and had rather taken the feline by surprise. Someone was willing to reach out to one of the mighty Stardroids and make an offering of peace? At the very least, this Earthling would be on the list of Earthlings Pluto would have spared for such a magnanimous gesture. It took a lot of noble-mind and good spirit to reach out to a warrior, after all.
The feline warrior would slink to find the area where Tengu Man would be waiting. Pluto didn’t really know the lay of this planet. Instead, those catlike eyes had watched how the Tencrow had flown, and had followed it to seek the source of the invitation—and what lay in wait.
The sight of a fire in the distance seemed almost like a signal to the young Plutonian warrior—that was to say, young for a Plutonian, being only about 22 Plutonian years old—that someone was waiting. The Stardroid approached the area with the fire, announcing presence with a trill, followed by a few words.
“I thought it was never send a Jovian to do a Plutonian’s job?”
The familiar trill set Tengu’s eyes alight, causing him to glance towards the sound. He smirked slightly as he saw that his invitation had reached its designated target. “Ah, perfect…couldn’t be prouder of my Tencrow…they’ve been losing letters lately…” He glared up at the tree. “I almost thought I’d have to deliver that letter myself and risk the fury of those beautifully manicured claws of yours.”
He set a few plates out, which had beautiful geisha and maiko ladies painted upon them. He also set out a sake set that had been modeled after Plutonian art…a rare find in his sake set collection. He spoke as he was setting the plates out.
“I wish to offera truce to you, if possible. If you’ll take it, of course.” He set simple bamboo chopsticks out for the two of them, continuing to make more jiaozi as he spoke. “If not, maybe the meal will be nice anyway before we have a fight.”