Post by Colsla Hofferson on Apr 4, 2017 20:54:12 GMT
Current PL: 1,500
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Earth.
Before he had been brought back here by a few members of his family, from a planet that was apparently Konats instead of Kanassa—From what he remembered, Kanassa should have had a more blueish sandy environment anyway—Colsla had only been to Earth a few times in his past. Once was on a vacation when he was younger, with his father and brother, and the other two times were when he was on break from military duty. And, yet, he hadn't exactly taken any of those chances to get to know Earth that well, and, with his not so perfect mechanical memory, very little was familiar about this planet to him. Still, Capper's father, Collard, apparently owned property there, right there in the city that they landed in. And, since those three were the only ones of his family that he had met from this century, he felt pretty obligated to stay. However, shortly after he had started exploring by himself the city about a few days ago, a few of the humans in the city had reacted a bit unfavorably to his appearance. And, not just the usual 'pathetic' scares he had gotten on other planets, oh, no! They screamed at the sight of his rusted body, and it had apparently become a small incident. While the two human police officers had taken it pretty well when he explained it to them—Although, he wasn't completely sure why—they had suggested he wear something to keep the uncovered parts of himself hidden. So, he had bought a light brown cloak for himself, and did his best to use it to obscure his left face and arm from view.
As he walked along the sidewalk, he noticed various vendors, both human and zoanthrope, selling their food wares to various hungry customers. He licked whatever was left of his lips with his synthetic tongue. He really wished that he had a stomach again. That was definitely one of the more annoying drawbacks of getting turned into the type of cyborg that he was. He continued walking, but, as he passed a news vendor, he noticed a paper that said, 'Namek on Warpath'. He frowned. Things had definitely changed a lot. However, as he was thinking on that, he wasn't quite paying full attention to where he was going...
Rako Z. Hofferson
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WC: 389
WC: 389