Post by Deleted on Oct 6, 2021 12:55:13 GMT -5
"I knew I should've sprung for the turbo," Flamel groaned, managing to squeeze his contorted armored frame out from the pod he was in. The trip had been stupidly long and so far the only thing he could see was BLUE grass and GREEN water. Why were the colors switched!? The suns were regular yellow stars, it made no sense for the liquid here to filter different shades of light. Speaking of suns, there were three. THREE suns. How did anyone around here get any sleep! It was a miracle the Namekians formed a functioning society on a planet full of such oddities. "Sighs. Thank you for the landing pad, green one."
The elder looked at Flamel with an odd glance for a moment before shuffling to secure the pod a bit more so it didn't roll away. Even now the capital of the Namekians was but a small city with no actual spaceport. More just slabs of smooth rock with some glowy-type mushrooms on the edges for visibility at night. Now then what exactly was he doing here? "Do you know if that rumored god battle is still going on?" The elder shuffled away silently. "I'll take that as a no. Blast. Maybe I can find the stragglers soon. Or within the next few weeks, who's keeping track anyway."
It was true that Flamel looked quite different with his black armor and shining gems. Comparatively speaking he was just as different as any other Alien, though, so it wasn't like any of the locals paid him THAT much mind. ...This seemed like a very boring planet. "Where's the entertainment? The varied landscapes? The diverse citizenry? Anything that isn't houses and grass and water!?" Perhaps he'd have to find his own fun. "I swear it's almost like people only come to this planet to blow things up."
There was the god battle. Yes... it was said that on the far parts of Namek where the scar of the Mazoku reside there was a great conflict held. Something about Porunga himself descending upon the landscape and beating up some ne'er-do-wells? It didn't sound very plausible. Then again he DID only hear the rumor off of a traveler who was likely on some 'spiritual herbs' at the time. "Sighs again. I want godly action and flexing dragons, curse it all."
The elder looked at Flamel with an odd glance for a moment before shuffling to secure the pod a bit more so it didn't roll away. Even now the capital of the Namekians was but a small city with no actual spaceport. More just slabs of smooth rock with some glowy-type mushrooms on the edges for visibility at night. Now then what exactly was he doing here? "Do you know if that rumored god battle is still going on?" The elder shuffled away silently. "I'll take that as a no. Blast. Maybe I can find the stragglers soon. Or within the next few weeks, who's keeping track anyway."
It was true that Flamel looked quite different with his black armor and shining gems. Comparatively speaking he was just as different as any other Alien, though, so it wasn't like any of the locals paid him THAT much mind. ...This seemed like a very boring planet. "Where's the entertainment? The varied landscapes? The diverse citizenry? Anything that isn't houses and grass and water!?" Perhaps he'd have to find his own fun. "I swear it's almost like people only come to this planet to blow things up."
There was the god battle. Yes... it was said that on the far parts of Namek where the scar of the Mazoku reside there was a great conflict held. Something about Porunga himself descending upon the landscape and beating up some ne'er-do-wells? It didn't sound very plausible. Then again he DID only hear the rumor off of a traveler who was likely on some 'spiritual herbs' at the time. "Sighs again. I want godly action and flexing dragons, curse it all."
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