Post by Snippar Sol on Mar 25, 2015 13:12:28 GMT
Static. HSSSS, KKKRRRRRRRRRK.
The monitors shot to life to the sound of a hazy, and almost melodic tone. The common term 'snow' came to mind, spurring oh so many questions as the screen panned out and away from the many hundreds of thousands of 'monitors' as we would call them. Revealing many several thousand more, before finally melding into a perfect, near fabric-like weave. Each and every grain flowing smoothly against one another the longer one stared. Had Snippar been observant enough, he would have noticed a few of these small flecks out of place of the tightly strung thing, just before an almost violent, hiss-like form of sound. Static. This accompanied the appearance of hundreds, of thousands of strings as the view panned out fully, obscuring only a small silhouette, before then popping back to the weaves of 'fabric' once more. No. It wasn't 'Fabric...' Perhaps metal? Ah, Details, Details.
Paralleled to the pan of the view, the material seemed to condense more the further it panned, slowly growing smaller, and more insignificant. Each moment of thought being pondered by the young Saiyan. This situation felt odd, the city was empty. Peering out a window from the edge located near the end of the city. His scouter started to pick up readings from a few strong signatures, some seeming faint, but surly his scouter picked up a large burst of KI being summoned from afar. This had peaked his interest; Even though he was only in the building that stood far away from the auras to pick up goods. Resources like food and water. Grabbing his katana he strapped it upon his capsule corp vest; Rushing out from the hole within the building he took his time flying towards the location monitoring the destruction the engulfed the area completely. It seemed like beasts were having their fill. Snippar came to this planet to search for a master, so he saw this as a perfect opportunity to find one. Easing his speed forward with the flight patterns, he arrived at the location. Staying amongst the skies he found the beings in a deadlock. A sigh escaped his lips while he observed. One hand on his hips.
Of small, slender build and with a youthful, feminine visage, Snippar Sol cuts quite a different figure than would be expected of the noble Saiyan of the profound Saiyan Empire, and his appearance belies his seven-teen years of age, making him look roughly ten years younger, but he is easily recognized by his infamous distinguishing features making him known as a Saiyan; mid-neck length ebony black hair tied in a thick ponytail, with blazing light brown hues when dedication is in usage always respecting a good fight. Snippar this time dressed simply, wearing a plain men's capsule corp jacket of cheap, worn cloth with a crimson display of rough texture showing off the crest on the upper shoulder of the jacket, as well as a black V-neck tucked in while the jacket enveloped his upper physical, manifesting the pureblood saiyan crest on the upper back of the said jacket. Soft-spoken, serene and humble, Snippar Sol's usual demeanor suits his effeminate appearance perfectly. Always willing to put others before himself, both in terms of well-being and social standing points. This spark he was witnessing however triggered his entity completely. Snippar could not turn away, it was seemingly soothing the clashing of powers. His Saiyan blood boiled; He wanted to fight someone that strong like those three, but even he still had much to learn. Fist pumping in the air as he spectated from above while keeping a keen eye upon the individuals, just in case he is to be shot down by random blast fire are targeted; He could plan a tactical strategy to escape or if need be defend by any means necessary.
Destiny was an odd concept, he hoped to either meet those power levels again as enemies, or benefactors towards his stepping stool to power and obligation. However Snippar wanted no part in their silly war, he was after something more bountiful and beautiful than that. Snippar was searching for a purpose.
Staying silent Snippar gazed at the beings; His arms now coming into a neat fold. Noticing a Super Saiyan from the looks of it; Interest sparked his persona on a more grand scale on the legendary golden warrior of legend. He wanted that power as well, awe captivated him during the process.
The monitors shot to life to the sound of a hazy, and almost melodic tone. The common term 'snow' came to mind, spurring oh so many questions as the screen panned out and away from the many hundreds of thousands of 'monitors' as we would call them. Revealing many several thousand more, before finally melding into a perfect, near fabric-like weave. Each and every grain flowing smoothly against one another the longer one stared. Had Snippar been observant enough, he would have noticed a few of these small flecks out of place of the tightly strung thing, just before an almost violent, hiss-like form of sound. Static. This accompanied the appearance of hundreds, of thousands of strings as the view panned out fully, obscuring only a small silhouette, before then popping back to the weaves of 'fabric' once more. No. It wasn't 'Fabric...' Perhaps metal? Ah, Details, Details.
Paralleled to the pan of the view, the material seemed to condense more the further it panned, slowly growing smaller, and more insignificant. Each moment of thought being pondered by the young Saiyan. This situation felt odd, the city was empty. Peering out a window from the edge located near the end of the city. His scouter started to pick up readings from a few strong signatures, some seeming faint, but surly his scouter picked up a large burst of KI being summoned from afar. This had peaked his interest; Even though he was only in the building that stood far away from the auras to pick up goods. Resources like food and water. Grabbing his katana he strapped it upon his capsule corp vest; Rushing out from the hole within the building he took his time flying towards the location monitoring the destruction the engulfed the area completely. It seemed like beasts were having their fill. Snippar came to this planet to search for a master, so he saw this as a perfect opportunity to find one. Easing his speed forward with the flight patterns, he arrived at the location. Staying amongst the skies he found the beings in a deadlock. A sigh escaped his lips while he observed. One hand on his hips.
Of small, slender build and with a youthful, feminine visage, Snippar Sol cuts quite a different figure than would be expected of the noble Saiyan of the profound Saiyan Empire, and his appearance belies his seven-teen years of age, making him look roughly ten years younger, but he is easily recognized by his infamous distinguishing features making him known as a Saiyan; mid-neck length ebony black hair tied in a thick ponytail, with blazing light brown hues when dedication is in usage always respecting a good fight. Snippar this time dressed simply, wearing a plain men's capsule corp jacket of cheap, worn cloth with a crimson display of rough texture showing off the crest on the upper shoulder of the jacket, as well as a black V-neck tucked in while the jacket enveloped his upper physical, manifesting the pureblood saiyan crest on the upper back of the said jacket. Soft-spoken, serene and humble, Snippar Sol's usual demeanor suits his effeminate appearance perfectly. Always willing to put others before himself, both in terms of well-being and social standing points. This spark he was witnessing however triggered his entity completely. Snippar could not turn away, it was seemingly soothing the clashing of powers. His Saiyan blood boiled; He wanted to fight someone that strong like those three, but even he still had much to learn. Fist pumping in the air as he spectated from above while keeping a keen eye upon the individuals, just in case he is to be shot down by random blast fire are targeted; He could plan a tactical strategy to escape or if need be defend by any means necessary.
Destiny was an odd concept, he hoped to either meet those power levels again as enemies, or benefactors towards his stepping stool to power and obligation. However Snippar wanted no part in their silly war, he was after something more bountiful and beautiful than that. Snippar was searching for a purpose.
Staying silent Snippar gazed at the beings; His arms now coming into a neat fold. Noticing a Super Saiyan from the looks of it; Interest sparked his persona on a more grand scale on the legendary golden warrior of legend. He wanted that power as well, awe captivated him during the process.
