((I've been gone for awhile, mind if I jump right in? I think I'll try the uber-descriptive style for this post.

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Groaning as he stood and stretched out his back, Vangel stood from his blue-green lawn-chair (which creaked audibly as he stood) and walked to his front door under the twilight sun. Around him in the large yard were various objects; there was a tall old oak near the edge of the dirt road that ran along front and a few patches of yellow flowers (wilted) that had been planted by Kelsa, the elderly woman he and Zi had been staying with for the two years since the human-nobody pair had helped Aaron, Nami, and Yami save the multiverse. Vangel himself had changed, he no longer wore his signature longcoat or armour, instead he now opted for denim shorts and a relaxed t-shirt (he wore no shoes). He appeared almost grizzly and his face was full of stubble as he hadn't shaved in a day or two. His hair was no longer clean-cut as it had been but longer and lighter from days relaxing in the sun, and his fingers were dirty and torn from work. He was a man of the earth, and he farmed for a living.
The shack he now resided in with Zi and Kelsa was not much to look at from the outside, even though the inside was comfortable. The temperature in the area remained steadily the same for the most part, so the inside of the mud-cabin stayed relatively warm and cozy even in the midst of the country's winters. The shack itself was in a wide yard, about nine acres across both ways, and around that were miles of woods. The nearest neighbor was at least half a day's walk from there, and that's the way Kelsa liked it-- every morning she would ride her old donkey into town and buy whatever she and 'the boys' (as she had come to call them) needed and ride back by the setting of the sun. While she was out, Zi worked in the cornfields and Vangel tended the garden of carrots and potatoes and other tasty vegetables. It was enough for them, and that was enough for them.
So Vangel entered his cabin and went into the makeshift kitchen with it's wooden countertop and made himself a goat-cheese sandwich with the last of the bread. His life was relaxed nowadays and that's the way he liked it, he had been released from the work of the Time Lord after he finished his final mission. Zi walked in the back door and slammed it, but not on purpose, and not long after he walked in a mixed look of shock and awe appeared over his entire face. Zi had also changed; his face was older than it had been in more than one way and also a bit more mature, and his hair was even longer than Vangel's. His skin was deeply tanned and he had grown a lot more muscle during his time on the small farm. He wore a green sleeveless t-shirt and thin-layered shorts that went down past his knees. He also wore no shoes. 'Don't tell me that that's the very last of the bread,' he muttered.
'It is, and I've earned it,' Vangel said. 'If anyone's earned it, it was me!' said Zi, 'I'm the one who's been working his sanity to death out in the sun all day, not lying on a lawn-chair!' Vangel shrugged as he bit into the sandwich and sat down on the only stool in the house. 'You can say what you want, but I'm eating it,' he said half-mockingly. Zi scowled and spat, 'Gah, I can't deal with you right now! When's Kelsa getting back?'
'I've got no idea, should be any time,' Vangel replied between two gulps. Just then Kelsa walked through the front door with a small bag of food and her carved wooden cane. 'Either of you care to help me with the bags? Lilly's having the worst time standing out with all the bugs,' she said. Vangel swallowed the last of his sandwich and went outside with Zi. Both took bags in hand and brought them inside and sat them on the counter. 'Well now,' she said, 'If you'll put the milk right on the counter there, Vangel-- yes, that's it, now we can get started to dinner. Good, good, I'm famished!'
As the three sat down at the counter to eat a meal of cold beef and bread (Zi and Vangel each had to bring in chairs from the back-porch), Kelsa began to tell them about all her doings and happenings during the day. 'And there were travelers there from some far-away place-- maybe the Kingdom even-- and the strangest man asked me if I had seen a man who had a flaming stick, and I saw so many different animals there. It was such a great day!' Vangel and Zi stopped chewing almost at the same time, for both of them had noticed the same thing: 'A flaming stick?' Zi asked with his mouth still full. 'Stick, maybe sword... I forget these things, you know,' she replied.
'V, you hear that?' No, I wasn't listening. Of course I heard that! Who does that sound like? 'A few people come to mind, actually...' Well, since your mind isn't my mind anymore, would you care to tell me who exactly those few are? 'Later, first let's finish here.' Bah, you frustrate me. 'Only my purpose, only my purpose.'
After dinner, Vangel and Zi met outside in the fields amid the corn stalks and sat down to talk.
'So what do you think?' asked Zi as he opened a corn-husk and attacked the ear inside. 'I'm not entirely sure,' said Vangel, 'But it's obviously something we need to look into. It's not every day that someone in that rinky-dink town talks about flaming sticks.'
'Or swords,' added Zi.
Vangel just shrugged and then went deep into thought.
Zi stared at a new ear of corn a few feet away as he finished his first one. 'Do you ever miss grabbing things from across the room?' he whispered, almost to himself.
'No, I don't,' said Vangel bluntly. 'They were so much more trouble than they were worth-- people coming trying to kill me or steal my powers, the Time Lord sending me on missions to nowhere... it was never worth it, in actuality.'
Sighing, Zi nodded and leaned forward to pick up the ear. 'Still,' he said, 'If I thought we would ever be out there fighting again, I wouldn't hesitate to miss 'em.'
Vangel smiled and stated simply, 'It's good that we won't ever have to worry about that, ever again.'
((Hope that was re-entry worthy. That's the most exhaustive post I've ever written, but if anything needs to be changed then say the word. Or words, rather.))