Post by Alaistair on Mar 20, 2017 9:43:22 GMT
(Thread PL: 213,710)
(Current pL: 50,000)
(Hello there, members of the Genkai Force! A certain man would like to meet you... Sol, @altsketch)
A few days had gone by so quickly, with so much working having to be done. Alaistair had met yet to deal with the former King of Konats just yesterday, and the day before that, he had a sudden talk with his ally Kizuki with said king, with a exhausting meeting with a teen who didn't know how to control her own emotions. The day before that, he had ended up spying upon a strange man in a dark cloak, as well as a mighty Super saiyan with the friend of Etoru. He couldn't recall the results of that labor done, but it was also met with Taiga, the Arcosian that Alaistair, Xylo, and Kizuki met with contacting him and a request given for him to bring back any form of evidence for what killed the Kanassan populace! He'd yet to hear of the Arcosian's efforts being met with fruit, too.
It made him think of a week ago, where his business was met with great bounty, with Vennel, the SSE Queen prior to Zucceta, had signed a contract with him and engaged him with a spar. She was certainly a beautiful kind, Alaistair having become embarrassed and a bit thoughtful of the moment. This thought led him to think about the Kagami girl out in the desert he met briefly! He felt, from what his senses told him, that she was at least alive. At one point, Plato and she had met, before splitting up. That meeting did have some interest to Alaistair, but he was also curious to see if she'd been alright. He recalled her mentioning a crew, so he'd have to see if they, too, were alright!
Alaistair had taken up a different attire today for this occasion! Brown leather pants with his boots upon his legs and feet, a white cloth shirt that could be buttoned up with sleeves going up to his elbows, a blue-grey and violet grey checkered vest with reddish brown trimming that went up to a folded collar that was held closed by 2 small belts sewn into the fabric, a pair of goggles to keep his eyes protected from the harsher than normal winds picking up the sand, and a scarf long enough to wrap around his head to keep said sand out of his face and hair for good measure! It was a spiffy outfit he'd taken up, rather than his armor, suit, or basic clothes. To be on the safe side, in case there were androids.
The Loft, this time around, had been slow in its activity, lacking some customers coming through today. Alaistair, once more, left the Demons handle the business in the Loft whilst he went out. He grabbed a metal tank roughly the size of 5 gallon drum that was untouched from the kitchen that Eres was permitting Alaistair to use, as well as prepared some basic food with her assistance. A few loaves of bread, about ten pounds of chili con carne with kidney beans, mushrooms, onions, green and red bell peppers, and enough spices to give the stew a kick without being super spicey! It was put into a couple of glass pots and stacked into a transportation cabinet that could become a capsule, along with a tank of water that! A few bowls were also acquired that were stacked up inside before being shrunk down to a capsule and pocketed. Without any fuss made, Alaistair flew out the Loft and into the desert yet again!
Alaistair turned his scouter on about a quarter mile away from the city, but he let his senses guide him. He observed the sands churning down below rapidly, thinking to himself, "Hmm... I think I should've gotten something else to help weather against any sandstorms... Ah, I'll just blow the winds away with a much stronger wind to cancel it out, if worse comes to it!"
The Devil's senses told him that Sol was much closer now, their distance from the Kashvar ruins not being very far out. He could see a broken ship being partly covered by the sands. However, it looked recent, which served as good news for Alaistair and for Sol, too! He brought himself down to the ground, landing nearby the ship. It seemed to be quite sizeable. At least 3 people could fit in the ship comfortably? Maybe more! The markings upon the ship were either damaged or covered up by the sand, though it didn't matter to Alaistair much what the name of this vessel was.
"Hello," Alaistair called out, peering around the ship for an open gap of sorts, "Anyone about in here?"
(Current pL: 50,000)
(Hello there, members of the Genkai Force! A certain man would like to meet you... Sol, @altsketch)
A few days had gone by so quickly, with so much working having to be done. Alaistair had met yet to deal with the former King of Konats just yesterday, and the day before that, he had a sudden talk with his ally Kizuki with said king, with a exhausting meeting with a teen who didn't know how to control her own emotions. The day before that, he had ended up spying upon a strange man in a dark cloak, as well as a mighty Super saiyan with the friend of Etoru. He couldn't recall the results of that labor done, but it was also met with Taiga, the Arcosian that Alaistair, Xylo, and Kizuki met with contacting him and a request given for him to bring back any form of evidence for what killed the Kanassan populace! He'd yet to hear of the Arcosian's efforts being met with fruit, too.
It made him think of a week ago, where his business was met with great bounty, with Vennel, the SSE Queen prior to Zucceta, had signed a contract with him and engaged him with a spar. She was certainly a beautiful kind, Alaistair having become embarrassed and a bit thoughtful of the moment. This thought led him to think about the Kagami girl out in the desert he met briefly! He felt, from what his senses told him, that she was at least alive. At one point, Plato and she had met, before splitting up. That meeting did have some interest to Alaistair, but he was also curious to see if she'd been alright. He recalled her mentioning a crew, so he'd have to see if they, too, were alright!
Alaistair had taken up a different attire today for this occasion! Brown leather pants with his boots upon his legs and feet, a white cloth shirt that could be buttoned up with sleeves going up to his elbows, a blue-grey and violet grey checkered vest with reddish brown trimming that went up to a folded collar that was held closed by 2 small belts sewn into the fabric, a pair of goggles to keep his eyes protected from the harsher than normal winds picking up the sand, and a scarf long enough to wrap around his head to keep said sand out of his face and hair for good measure! It was a spiffy outfit he'd taken up, rather than his armor, suit, or basic clothes. To be on the safe side, in case there were androids.
The Loft, this time around, had been slow in its activity, lacking some customers coming through today. Alaistair, once more, left the Demons handle the business in the Loft whilst he went out. He grabbed a metal tank roughly the size of 5 gallon drum that was untouched from the kitchen that Eres was permitting Alaistair to use, as well as prepared some basic food with her assistance. A few loaves of bread, about ten pounds of chili con carne with kidney beans, mushrooms, onions, green and red bell peppers, and enough spices to give the stew a kick without being super spicey! It was put into a couple of glass pots and stacked into a transportation cabinet that could become a capsule, along with a tank of water that! A few bowls were also acquired that were stacked up inside before being shrunk down to a capsule and pocketed. Without any fuss made, Alaistair flew out the Loft and into the desert yet again!
Alaistair turned his scouter on about a quarter mile away from the city, but he let his senses guide him. He observed the sands churning down below rapidly, thinking to himself, "Hmm... I think I should've gotten something else to help weather against any sandstorms... Ah, I'll just blow the winds away with a much stronger wind to cancel it out, if worse comes to it!"
The Devil's senses told him that Sol was much closer now, their distance from the Kashvar ruins not being very far out. He could see a broken ship being partly covered by the sands. However, it looked recent, which served as good news for Alaistair and for Sol, too! He brought himself down to the ground, landing nearby the ship. It seemed to be quite sizeable. At least 3 people could fit in the ship comfortably? Maybe more! The markings upon the ship were either damaged or covered up by the sand, though it didn't matter to Alaistair much what the name of this vessel was.
"Hello," Alaistair called out, peering around the ship for an open gap of sorts, "Anyone about in here?"