Old Man. Young Namekian. Dec 21, 2016 2:31:51 GMT
Post by Shemha on Dec 21, 2016 2:31:51 GMT
Thread PL - 746,420
Current PL - 186,605 (Heavy Weights on)
(OOC:I tagged Lusca in this as well as we talked about doing a thread and figured I could add you in here! PM me if you object or anything. Below is a simple start, but leaves of the freedom to take it where were please!)
The capital of Moori was a place Shemha hadn’t been able to spend much time in since her arrival. From what she knew, the city was still in the process of being rebuilt. Signs of it showed throughout the large town. Buildings were being rebuilt, pathways being fixed and in several places new structures were being erected. While most of those at work were Namekians, Shemha was pleased to see Saiyans involved in the effort. Habana claimed that they were here to re-enforce the alliance between the two planets and although some didn’t seem to focused on this, it was nice to see others committed to it.
The resurgence within the town brought commerce back to it. Namek, compared to the other more frequently traveled planets, was not exactly a trade hub, but it had shops and stalls to support the increased number of visitors it now received. Not assigned to help at the moment, she partook in browsing instead of construction.
Compared to Earth, there were minor options for food, the Namekian people as a whole not exactly specialized in it. Secondly, there were few bars, the only establishments she did come across set up by Saiyans or aimed at travelers. It would seem the green men weren’t exactly found of the harsher liquids….perhaps that was why they were a calmer people. Food not presenting the broadest of options, she had shifted her attention to attire.
The garb of Namek was a simple selection, loosely fitting clothes that were made for comfort above all else. Still in the attire her past master chose for her years ago, the Majin had been contemplating a new look for some time. Her problem was…she had no idea what that new outfit would consist of. As she thumbed through several outfits hung on a rack, none were exactly ideal, the outfits something that would be to large for her.
Off to the side she noted a Saiyan stall owner, the male apparently offering commercial versions of the armor the tailed humanoids made so famous over the years. At the moment a rather tall Namekian was in the middle of putting a suit on and if she were to be honest…it looked odd. As well as the armor complimented Saiyan warriors, there was something about it on a Namekian that just felt out of place.
A polite woman though, she didn’t have the heart to move over and comment. Instead a hand went to her mouth, covering the small grin that sat there before she thanked the Namekian clothes salesman and stepped away. Perhaps this wasn’t the planet to shop for clothes on. With an exhale she began to head farther down the street eyes still lingering back on the armored Namekian, not watching where the next few steps took her.