Post by Mel “Tarine” Tomago on Oct 18, 2021 14:44:47 GMT -5
It was a mystery why some twenty-something, red-headed man had decided the middle of a freak snowstorm was the perfect time to trudge his way through a forest dragging an hoverbike behind him. Not even he was sure what possessed him to go through with it, he'd just woke up, grabbed his keys and drove north until the bike gave out.
Well maybe it wasn't entirely true, there was a reason, just so mind-bogglingly stupid he chose to ignore it. It was hardly easy to admit he'd risk freezing himself to death because he got bored.
But at least something was happening, unlike the couple months he had of relative normalcy after he encountered that freak of nature back in West City. Not that he didn't like normalcy, being able to slip back into Mel's- his life, it was his life, his body, his mind, Mel Tomago was still him too- he just had some distinctly more Tuffle blood in him now and a better personality to show for it.
Anyway, moving away from minor, sporadic, identity crises and a sense of dissatisfaction, Tarine was out in the middle of nowhere, during heavy snowfall of all things because he couldn't get over the feeling he should be doing something more with his mediocre life. At least he had the forethought to bring a jacket.
Eventually he found himself in front of a lone cabin, something he could have reached far sooner than nightfall if he cared to use his full power, but working himself harder just felt much more satisfying right now. The slightly run down exterior didn't inspire confidence, and made it likely to have been abandoned some time ago, but being as cold and exhausted as he was Tarine wasn't going to complain about some conveniently placed shelter for the night.
The Jet Squirrel carelessly dumped into the snow, and with the door curiously left unlocked he entered the small abode. The inside was rather dark and dusty making much of the room hard to recognise. Any other time he'd have thought to investigate his surroundings more closely, but his first instinct was to make a beeline for what looked vaguely like a comfortable chair and collapse into it. Soaked through and practically frozen, breathing ragged and limbs aching, he could close his eyes for a few minutes, it wasn't like anyone would find him out here right?
Well maybe it wasn't entirely true, there was a reason, just so mind-bogglingly stupid he chose to ignore it. It was hardly easy to admit he'd risk freezing himself to death because he got bored.
But at least something was happening, unlike the couple months he had of relative normalcy after he encountered that freak of nature back in West City. Not that he didn't like normalcy, being able to slip back into Mel's- his life, it was his life, his body, his mind, Mel Tomago was still him too- he just had some distinctly more Tuffle blood in him now and a better personality to show for it.
Anyway, moving away from minor, sporadic, identity crises and a sense of dissatisfaction, Tarine was out in the middle of nowhere, during heavy snowfall of all things because he couldn't get over the feeling he should be doing something more with his mediocre life. At least he had the forethought to bring a jacket.
Eventually he found himself in front of a lone cabin, something he could have reached far sooner than nightfall if he cared to use his full power, but working himself harder just felt much more satisfying right now. The slightly run down exterior didn't inspire confidence, and made it likely to have been abandoned some time ago, but being as cold and exhausted as he was Tarine wasn't going to complain about some conveniently placed shelter for the night.
The Jet Squirrel carelessly dumped into the snow, and with the door curiously left unlocked he entered the small abode. The inside was rather dark and dusty making much of the room hard to recognise. Any other time he'd have thought to investigate his surroundings more closely, but his first instinct was to make a beeline for what looked vaguely like a comfortable chair and collapse into it. Soaked through and practically frozen, breathing ragged and limbs aching, he could close his eyes for a few minutes, it wasn't like anyone would find him out here right?
Thread PL - 1,500
Items: Jet Squirrel (out of fuel)
Power Lock active, setting his Power Level to 5.
Undercover is active, changing the "feel" of his ki to read as fully human to Ki Sensing techniques.
WC - 400
Total - 400
Items: Jet Squirrel (out of fuel)
Power Lock active, setting his Power Level to 5.
Undercover is active, changing the "feel" of his ki to read as fully human to Ki Sensing techniques.
WC - 400
Total - 400