Post by Naroka on Oct 17, 2014 19:14:56 GMT
More than a few days had passed since his first delivery, the Namekian Delivery Boy residing within an inn at East City. The mayor, a doggy lookin' man, had given him one of these things called a 'phone'? The Namekian didn't quite understand what it was at first until it was explained by the canine first hand. It'd be important for communication, apparently? But, wasn't that what the Namekian's ears were for? None the less, it was a business decision made by an higher up and he was to abide.
Reaching into his pocket, his hand clasped onto the piece of machinery. It was way behind in times, as it flipped open and wss made for making phone calls and no more. Being as the Namekian did not really use items like it, it didn't bother him how low tech the object was. At that time, the phone had lit up, vibrating in his hand. A name was crossing the small window on the upper screen. Reading, "M. Daizensh".
As a proper employee would, it was answered quickly. The Namekian brushed off some dirt from his gi as he awaited the first word to he spoken. He believed it was best if the boss began the conversation rather the employee. It just seemed appropriate to him, if anything. On the other line was obviously Mayor Daizensh. The pudgy dog sitting in his office and twiddling with his moustache as he began speaking. A laid back and mellow tone in his voice and posture.
"Oy," he began. "Ukare. I was extremely pleased with your performance on the previous delivery." As the mayor complemented the Namekians job completion, Ukare had moved to lean against a telephone pole, his hand holding the technology to his rather large ear. It looked silly, such a small item put to such a large ear. Of course, people ignored him as they should've. "And, I'd like to give you another task. A total of three deliveries need to be made! I will explain when you arrive, understand? Ciao!"
The line went still, an annoying beep sounding off to indicate the receiver hung up. As the phone snapped close with a pop, it was shoved into the Namekians pocket where it belonged. While he unequipped that, he also reached into another pocket to reveal a badge. It was his certified VIP badge given by the mayor himself for access to other cities spokesmen and governments.
Ukare rose, pinning the item against his left pectoral, and darting off for the mayors office. His form straight and his facial expression serious; as if that was different from any other time. As one would expect, little time passed before he arrived at his employer's office space. His guards saw him inside, no questions asked upon sight of the pin.
"Sir," The Namekian spoke, bowing courteously as he stopped before the large desk. The tubby dog behind it sitting back in his rolling chair. "You said you had a few tasks for me?" the Namekian raised his head a bit, eyes gazing unto his employer.
"That's right, Namek. Three, total." The male nodded, twirling his moustache with two fingers. "This," He proceeded to point at three boxes, all varying in size and weight. All three read,
"I want you to transport each of these items to their designated areas, understood?" The tasks given were incredible. Each item weighing a monstrous amount all together: a heavy 2,142 ポンド.
"Yes sir. I'd like to request a bag, sir. Something to carry the smaller packs." He would need something, as he only had his two trusty limbs. Being accommodated, the mayor tossed a brown satchel to him, the equip swiped from the air and a trusted nod given. The two smaller boxes, the 98 and 44, were tucked into the bag while the larger 2 was grasped tight in his claw.
Lift off was imminent. Carrying all three crates was a task on it's own, but do-able. The largest crate put behind him and held tight as the Namekian rose up into the heavens to get resdy for his powered up dash. His side quest began at the very moment he reached cloud-level height. First stop was Ginger Town; being as that was where the smallest package was being sent. The mighty Namekian set off, darting forward after pulling his navy veil over his nose. His purple aura coating his body like a gloss upon dash.
Ginger Town was far: more than a couple of thousand miles away from East Cap. The Namek traveled through various regions simply reaching the small town. Passing by the Northern continent and even the Southern Continent til he finally passed into the Western Frontiers and into ginger town. His badge allowing him into the towns office of trade, the 44 pound crate being taken out of his bag and set on the table of the mayor. The mayor of Ginger Town exchanged a small, brown bag that jingled and made a tink sound when rattled for the delivery.
As the Namek exited the establishment, he was to bring the 98 pound crate to Jingle Village. In the Northern continent. The Namekian's right hand grasped the handle of the 2 ton crate, the thing refusing to be dropped. Like before, the Namek darted for the north and visiting East Cap again, then West and then finally to the Frozen North. He descended into the village, his tough skin refusing to allow the cold to get to him. All he needed was his mask to prevent himself from sneezing everywhere. He was allowed into the igloo that the towns mayor reside within. The box being set beside the parka-clad man in exchange for another sack that made a sound when rattled enough. Waving goodbye, the Namek took flight once again.
Onward to Satan City.
The Namek zoomed from the Frozen North, Eastern Continent and Southern Continent hastily, reaching the Western Frontiers with a slight ease. The city large and filled with people alike, diverse and all. The city's mayor was rather tedious to locate. Each building looked the same! It took a couple of minutes and fast searching for the Namekian to finally land and lug the large crate of goods into the office of the Mayor. The mayor of such a large city deserved respect, Ukare bowing to him before standing tall and giving regards to him from East Capitol. Like before, it was exchanged for a small bag for his trouble.
Rising like numerous times before, Ukare waited before take off. Instead, he reached into his pocket to draw the phone given by Mayor Daizensh. Calling back, he alerted him of all his deliveries being a success and he'd return shortly, receiving confirmation quickly. The Namekian drew back after tucking the phone away, bursting forward and toward the docking city. His mask being put down the closer he got to East Capitol. Like before, it took only a few minutes for him to arrive where he needed to be.
Landing before the mayor's mansion, entering quickly, Ukare stood before the mayor. The doggy-authority extremely pleased and shaking the aliens hand. He dismissed his worker after s few mimutes of praise and alerting him of future missions to come.
Reaching into his pocket, his hand clasped onto the piece of machinery. It was way behind in times, as it flipped open and wss made for making phone calls and no more. Being as the Namekian did not really use items like it, it didn't bother him how low tech the object was. At that time, the phone had lit up, vibrating in his hand. A name was crossing the small window on the upper screen. Reading, "M. Daizensh".
As a proper employee would, it was answered quickly. The Namekian brushed off some dirt from his gi as he awaited the first word to he spoken. He believed it was best if the boss began the conversation rather the employee. It just seemed appropriate to him, if anything. On the other line was obviously Mayor Daizensh. The pudgy dog sitting in his office and twiddling with his moustache as he began speaking. A laid back and mellow tone in his voice and posture.
"Oy," he began. "Ukare. I was extremely pleased with your performance on the previous delivery." As the mayor complemented the Namekians job completion, Ukare had moved to lean against a telephone pole, his hand holding the technology to his rather large ear. It looked silly, such a small item put to such a large ear. Of course, people ignored him as they should've. "And, I'd like to give you another task. A total of three deliveries need to be made! I will explain when you arrive, understand? Ciao!"
The line went still, an annoying beep sounding off to indicate the receiver hung up. As the phone snapped close with a pop, it was shoved into the Namekians pocket where it belonged. While he unequipped that, he also reached into another pocket to reveal a badge. It was his certified VIP badge given by the mayor himself for access to other cities spokesmen and governments.
Ukare rose, pinning the item against his left pectoral, and darting off for the mayors office. His form straight and his facial expression serious; as if that was different from any other time. As one would expect, little time passed before he arrived at his employer's office space. His guards saw him inside, no questions asked upon sight of the pin.
"Sir," The Namekian spoke, bowing courteously as he stopped before the large desk. The tubby dog behind it sitting back in his rolling chair. "You said you had a few tasks for me?" the Namekian raised his head a bit, eyes gazing unto his employer.
"That's right, Namek. Three, total." The male nodded, twirling his moustache with two fingers. "This," He proceeded to point at three boxes, all varying in size and weight. All three read,
_______________
TO JINGLE VILLAGE.
98 ポンド
FROM EAST CAPITOL.
_______________
_______________
TO GINGER TOWN.
44 ポンド
FROM EAST CAPITOL.
__________________
________________
TO SATAN CITY.
2 トン
FROM EAST CAPITOL.
_________________
TO JINGLE VILLAGE.
98 ポンド
FROM EAST CAPITOL.
_______________
_______________
TO GINGER TOWN.
44 ポンド
FROM EAST CAPITOL.
__________________
________________
TO SATAN CITY.
2 トン
FROM EAST CAPITOL.
_________________
"I want you to transport each of these items to their designated areas, understood?" The tasks given were incredible. Each item weighing a monstrous amount all together: a heavy 2,142 ポンド.
"Yes sir. I'd like to request a bag, sir. Something to carry the smaller packs." He would need something, as he only had his two trusty limbs. Being accommodated, the mayor tossed a brown satchel to him, the equip swiped from the air and a trusted nod given. The two smaller boxes, the 98 and 44, were tucked into the bag while the larger 2 was grasped tight in his claw.
Lift off was imminent. Carrying all three crates was a task on it's own, but do-able. The largest crate put behind him and held tight as the Namekian rose up into the heavens to get resdy for his powered up dash. His side quest began at the very moment he reached cloud-level height. First stop was Ginger Town; being as that was where the smallest package was being sent. The mighty Namekian set off, darting forward after pulling his navy veil over his nose. His purple aura coating his body like a gloss upon dash.
Ginger Town was far: more than a couple of thousand miles away from East Cap. The Namek traveled through various regions simply reaching the small town. Passing by the Northern continent and even the Southern Continent til he finally passed into the Western Frontiers and into ginger town. His badge allowing him into the towns office of trade, the 44 pound crate being taken out of his bag and set on the table of the mayor. The mayor of Ginger Town exchanged a small, brown bag that jingled and made a tink sound when rattled for the delivery.
As the Namek exited the establishment, he was to bring the 98 pound crate to Jingle Village. In the Northern continent. The Namekian's right hand grasped the handle of the 2 ton crate, the thing refusing to be dropped. Like before, the Namek darted for the north and visiting East Cap again, then West and then finally to the Frozen North. He descended into the village, his tough skin refusing to allow the cold to get to him. All he needed was his mask to prevent himself from sneezing everywhere. He was allowed into the igloo that the towns mayor reside within. The box being set beside the parka-clad man in exchange for another sack that made a sound when rattled enough. Waving goodbye, the Namek took flight once again.
Onward to Satan City.
The Namek zoomed from the Frozen North, Eastern Continent and Southern Continent hastily, reaching the Western Frontiers with a slight ease. The city large and filled with people alike, diverse and all. The city's mayor was rather tedious to locate. Each building looked the same! It took a couple of minutes and fast searching for the Namekian to finally land and lug the large crate of goods into the office of the Mayor. The mayor of such a large city deserved respect, Ukare bowing to him before standing tall and giving regards to him from East Capitol. Like before, it was exchanged for a small bag for his trouble.
Rising like numerous times before, Ukare waited before take off. Instead, he reached into his pocket to draw the phone given by Mayor Daizensh. Calling back, he alerted him of all his deliveries being a success and he'd return shortly, receiving confirmation quickly. The Namekian drew back after tucking the phone away, bursting forward and toward the docking city. His mask being put down the closer he got to East Capitol. Like before, it took only a few minutes for him to arrive where he needed to be.
Landing before the mayor's mansion, entering quickly, Ukare stood before the mayor. The doggy-authority extremely pleased and shaking the aliens hand. He dismissed his worker after s few mimutes of praise and alerting him of future missions to come.