Post by Capper the Patroller on Dec 2, 2017 1:58:51 GMT
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UNIVERSE 1 CAPPER'S PL: 40
|GAIN BONUSES: None |||MULTIPLIERS: None|
"Me, a clod? You're the traitorous clod-- CLOD!""YOU'RE THE CLODDIEST CLOD I'VE EVER SEEN CLODDING AROUND, CLOOOOD!""...Was I always like that?"Capper stared on at Capper and Capper, slumped over. This whole multiverse thing wasn't new to the saiyan of Universe One's Time Patrol, but seeing these twisted mirrors of himself was something he could never get used to. The Capper from Universe Three, complete with a gruffer form and a moderate power, faced off against the wee, content and happy Capper from Universe Four's calmer world. The two butted heads while the patroller turned away, before feeling a tap on his back. "Ey, Capper--"
A Varga with swirled, clouded glasses rubbed his head. "The tall one- Universe One." The birdman spoke, causing the latter of the three to trot forwards. The yellow feathered being pulled out a clipboard, passing it to the saiyan. "We got some new folks from the other universes coming now- a lot from the Fifteenth Universe as well. Some other folks from the other universes are stopping by also now." The bird poked at the saiyan's chest, causing the grown Capper to lean down, head tilted with narrowed eyes. "Now, everyone else is busy prepping for the games Monday, so we need you to show them around." The Varga narrowed his eyes, folding his arms. "So you make them feel comfortable- and don't try anything funny. Got it?"
"Fine, fine. Whatever, put me on the meet and greet." Capper grumbled, just as antisocial as the rest of his counterparts were. Picking up the clipboard, the saiyan began to make his way to the docking hangar, where the Vargas were scheduled to return with the rest of the fighters. The main hangar was huge. The roof was a great curve of corrugated iron with glass panes to open to the starred void above. People were lined up at the check in desk with suitcases and baggage. There was a sculpture of a saiyan and human fighting, with water splashing out of the fountain to emulate their ki. In the background electrical, pumped-up music played. In the arrivals lounge there was a curious mixture of bored and excited people. Some looked like they were waiting for a bus, others like they were children waiting for Santa himself. Some lounged on the low comfy chairs and others bounced on their toes. One wall slid back to allow access to the site. There were various pieces of machinery, brochure stands, and tourist attractions scattered about, but the whole place was filled with life that only this meeting of the multiverse could have.
Capper glanced down to his watch. Craft Fifteen was supposed to arrive soon... He sighed, leaning against a small sign next to him with a big Fifteen on it, signaling for the eventual passengers, when they finally came, to come to him as their guide, as the Vargas would instruct when they landed. For now, Capper could only tap his foot impatiently. Maybe these people would be okay compared to all these other cruddy universes and timelines.
TAGS: Capper the Patroller
OOC NOTES: The beginning of the END
[!!!] ALL MULTIVERSE AND MAINVERSE CHARACTERS CAN NOW RP IN THE TOURNAMENT BOARDS [!!!]