Post by Arcticon on Aug 12, 2017 5:10:35 GMT
-New Meaning-
PL: 4,000
Gain Bonuses: Arcosian First Form Bonus
PL: 4,000
Gain Bonuses: Arcosian First Form Bonus
Many people wouldn't see an area filled with rocks and cliffs as a relaxing place to rest. Arcticon thought otherwise. While the landscape was rather dull, as said before, it was filled with rocks, cliffs, and it was devoid of life. Something the arcosian loved. He was looking forward to the time he'd spend here, alone. The wind blew, a cold breeze constantly passing by. Peace and quiet.... However, it seemed like the quit would be short lived.
There was a loud shout in the distance, possibly a couple of miles away from where Arcticon was currently. He couldn't make out the sound so he came closer. The sound was coming from a shopkeeper, trying to advertise their items and clothing. Who would be insane enough to open a shop here? It was insane! Walking towards the shop, it was a cheaply made, wooden hut covered in old blankets. The blankets there to hide the cheap and burnt wood, but ultimately failing. Inside there was leather clothing, a variety of liquids, and other rusty equipment.
"Man, I should've stayed in North Capitol, no one every comes her-" The middle aged man looked up, shocked. Arcticon couldn't tell if he was shocked because there was an alien in front of him, or that someone showed up to his shop. "Wow, someone actually came. Huh. W-Well anyways, what would you like?" The items in display were certainly unfavorable and not appealing to him at all, so Arcticon just asked for water. The man hurriedly rushed behind his shop, digging out of cabinets and chests, before finally finding a bottle. The arcosian didn't complain, he needed hydration, and food, or else he'd pass out.
Here he was, an arcosian stuck on a giant rock, ordering water from a middle aged merchant in the middle of nowhere... How he'd fallen.. Granted, Arcticon's life wasn't really that high in the first place, considering how he was stuck in his old man's ship. Although, that's still better than where he was now. Should he go back to his dad's ship...? Gah, snap out of it. I came here with a plan to conquer, and I'm going to stick to that plan, thought Arcticon. He looked back to the bottle of water, drinking it. "Do you have any food?" 'Uhh, nope, sorry bud." The arcosian sighed.
Moments after sipping the bottle, there seemed to be another organism closing in. Their energy levels were high, even higher than the arcosian! He stopped drinking, and began to pay his attention to the person coming closer, and closer. By now, there was speck in the sky, becoming larger by the second. Arcticon couldn't make out their appearance just yet, but somehow he knew they weren't human. Their power was way too strong for a human to possess. The figure was soon in full focus, flying downwards and landing next to Arcticon. They wore a leather coat, covered with holes and stitches. They had no shirt, and wore dusty trousers. His attire was one an adventurer would wear, or a scavenger.
The arcosian was...intrigued.. Something that, for the arcosian, was rare. He never really felt anything like it.. The stranger approached the man running the shop. "Hey there, Carl! Just hopping by to pick up some supplies." The stranger glanced at Arcticon, taking note of him. He then began talking to the arcosian. "An arcosian? Well, that's a first. I haven't seen one on Earth, ever. What brings you here?" The traveler seemed to personally know the shopkeeper. Strange.. Why would a strong fighter ever make friends with weaklings? For friendship perhaps? To Arcticon, friends and loved ones, unless you can use or bribe them, are a nuisance and get in the way of one's judgement. However, it could be that humans become friends because they...provide happiness towards eachother?
Feelings was something the arcosian couldn't understand. Why? Feelings don't provide any benefit, they just get in the way of one's judgement. This was something humans could understand, but the arcosian could not? How did it feel to have happiness? It blundered Arcticon. In his childhood, he didn't receive any friendship, being stuck in a prison on his dad's ship. Was that why? The arcosian wondered to himself, Do I want to be happy?
No. There was no way he could ever be "happy." The arcosian was taught to become a machine for killing and conquering, machines can't feel. They only think. And he had to think this out logically. A personality and feelings get in the way of one's judgement. It makes them think and do nonlogical route. Their goals become flustered by others, and they get persuaded into thinking for others than themselves. This was something Arcticon did not want. He wasn't going to become one of these lovey dovey humans! Their kindness gets abused, and their pacifism gets them killed!
The arcosian had to live by one rule. To only care about himself. All these thoughts flowed through his head,