Post by Pracross Yendatta on Aug 14, 2017 23:37:23 GMT
Thread Power Level - 3,250
Suppressed to - 1,000
Pracross landed at a four-way intersection, cars passing by fairly quickly during the rush hour. Everything was loud, the transport, the music, the people... The boy debated on whether or not he was comforted by the high density of people, or annoyed. "Are Earthling used to this kind of stuff? This is nothing like I read about, but what am I to expect from a race who throws there greatest fighters in a ring to compete for money." The boy scratched his chin, looking around. Where was that clothing shop? This old, destroyed armor made him stick out like a nail, that, and the fact he was floating about their heads, knowing well most humans can't fly.
He flew quickly, scanning each building for his desired destination. Buffet, Library, Dojo, Kid's clothing? A whole shop dedicated to just children? What is this madness?! Pracross stopped and examined the next couple lines of shops, finally eyeing it. "Clothing" on an inactive neon sign against the wall. Perfect! With a swift drop to the alley way and a quick walk, Pracross found himself inside a dark building with clothing lined up against walls, on racks, and to a less pleasing display, on the floor, where a crying child had his mother decide the shirt was not worth it. He stepped out of the way for the mother and looked back at the kid, waving, which surprisingly, made the kid cry more. Was he scary or something?
Pracross examines the clothing in the shop, finding a whole section dedicated to bands, current "gaming" trends, and popular Earthlings. He had no idea what any of it represent, but he decided to look into it. Earth culture is so interesting... He walked over to another rack, eyeing shirts that were held together by buttons. Interesting fashion... Boots with heels that stuck up, hats with logos, what does it all mean?! Then he saw it, the perfect jacket. It went down to his thighs, buttoned up to his chest, much like the one's detective's wore in older movies, but Pracross did not know of this. He picked it up and inspected it, sighing as he checked the price tag he found on the sleeve. "That's a big number..." He gasps and reaches into his pocket, grabbing his money capsule and popping it open to find... Only 500 in paper... Is this average currency on this planet? Why do you receive paper with numbers so big that it makes you feel important, then crushes your dreams when that jacket you want is 2000 Zeni! That is the currency on this planet right...? Pracross, defeated by such strange means, heads over to the changing room and changed into his training clothes he kept spare, a black t-shirt and black slim pants, along with his boots from before.
The boy walked outside and looked at his chest piece, tossing it aside in the trash and sighing, then looked around. Does this city have a place I can train....?
Suppressed to - 1,000
Pracross landed at a four-way intersection, cars passing by fairly quickly during the rush hour. Everything was loud, the transport, the music, the people... The boy debated on whether or not he was comforted by the high density of people, or annoyed. "Are Earthling used to this kind of stuff? This is nothing like I read about, but what am I to expect from a race who throws there greatest fighters in a ring to compete for money." The boy scratched his chin, looking around. Where was that clothing shop? This old, destroyed armor made him stick out like a nail, that, and the fact he was floating about their heads, knowing well most humans can't fly.
He flew quickly, scanning each building for his desired destination. Buffet, Library, Dojo, Kid's clothing? A whole shop dedicated to just children? What is this madness?! Pracross stopped and examined the next couple lines of shops, finally eyeing it. "Clothing" on an inactive neon sign against the wall. Perfect! With a swift drop to the alley way and a quick walk, Pracross found himself inside a dark building with clothing lined up against walls, on racks, and to a less pleasing display, on the floor, where a crying child had his mother decide the shirt was not worth it. He stepped out of the way for the mother and looked back at the kid, waving, which surprisingly, made the kid cry more. Was he scary or something?
Pracross examines the clothing in the shop, finding a whole section dedicated to bands, current "gaming" trends, and popular Earthlings. He had no idea what any of it represent, but he decided to look into it. Earth culture is so interesting... He walked over to another rack, eyeing shirts that were held together by buttons. Interesting fashion... Boots with heels that stuck up, hats with logos, what does it all mean?! Then he saw it, the perfect jacket. It went down to his thighs, buttoned up to his chest, much like the one's detective's wore in older movies, but Pracross did not know of this. He picked it up and inspected it, sighing as he checked the price tag he found on the sleeve. "That's a big number..." He gasps and reaches into his pocket, grabbing his money capsule and popping it open to find... Only 500 in paper... Is this average currency on this planet? Why do you receive paper with numbers so big that it makes you feel important, then crushes your dreams when that jacket you want is 2000 Zeni! That is the currency on this planet right...? Pracross, defeated by such strange means, heads over to the changing room and changed into his training clothes he kept spare, a black t-shirt and black slim pants, along with his boots from before.
The boy walked outside and looked at his chest piece, tossing it aside in the trash and sighing, then looked around. Does this city have a place I can train....?