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Post by Dion on Feb 2, 2022 4:04:41 GMT -5
Most Saiyans wouldn't dare still step into a territory so dominantly populated by the Tuffle race.
But then again, Dion was never like the rest of his kin by any stretch of the imagination.
While he did enjoy a good romp here and there, the good ol' fighting and fisticuffed nature that the rest of his people held so near and dear wasn't necessarily the centerpiece of his life that aforementioned people seemed to place it as more often than not. Dion was one who any "normal" Saiyan would likely call an oddity, and in worst cases a bit of a freak- He was civilized, verbose when need be, and even, dare he say it, peace-loving. One who would prefer a lifetime of hush tranquility to one whose focal point was the amount of fights they could get into on a daily basis.
Such an unorthodox philosophy of lifestyle could likely be traced back to his earliest days spent upon Planet Plant. Exposed to violence and its repercussions through the mistreatment and eventual termination of his parents and fellow indentured servants alike who worked under the elites of their populace on a daily basis, Dion from the outright held a distaste for needless bloodshed. He could see how it affected all those influenced by it, directly and indirectly, and the thought of potentially having such a negative effect on someone through it sent worrisome tremors down his spine even to this day.
Which was why, he supposed, Dion could relate to the Tuffles on a decent level. Their present behaviors and actions seemed to be shaped by the circumstances by which they had found themselves within from the outset- a people forced to adapt their ways of life in response to the direct influence the more cruelly inclined warrior race exerted upon their kind. And potentially also why he was curious in the locale of Hatchi City.
In tandem with being more technologically advanced than most of the other Saiyan megalopolises, Hatchi City also happened to exude a much more, courteous, atmosphere, so to speak. While the Saiyan cities by default held with them a certain ruggedness to them that perhaps acted as one of their few charms, Tuffle municipalities held an air of sophisticated exuberance to them. One that, to a more mannerly man like Dion, held great appeal in comparison to the roughness of the rest of the Saiyan cities near it.
So, deciding that he'd take the dive, Dion eventually found himself wandering the decked out avenues of the aforementioned Hatchi City. It was every bit as extravagant as he thought it was going to be- massive, nigh hither to towering buildings that appeared to emit the ambitious and competitive nature of the Tuffles when it came to scientific advancement dotted nearly every street corner that the young man happened to turn upon, and even the soundscape of the area screamed "future" with every beep and boop blurted out to him.
Though impressive, it was at the same time also very overwhelming at times, and as such Dion- after a mere five minutes of having stepped foot into the city in the first place- sought out a place that held relative quiet, at least in comparison to the rest of the bustling environment before him. Eventually, and thankfully, Dion found a small park-like section seemingly dedicated to those who happened to be just as overwhelmed as he was presently (they really did think of everything, didn't they), and the bartender quickly took a seat at the nearest normal looking bench that he could find.
Heaving a sigh, he leaned backward, eyes closing slowly as he sat.
Unaware of the oncoming eye-opener that was about to make her presence known.
But then again, Dion was never like the rest of his kin by any stretch of the imagination.
While he did enjoy a good romp here and there, the good ol' fighting and fisticuffed nature that the rest of his people held so near and dear wasn't necessarily the centerpiece of his life that aforementioned people seemed to place it as more often than not. Dion was one who any "normal" Saiyan would likely call an oddity, and in worst cases a bit of a freak- He was civilized, verbose when need be, and even, dare he say it, peace-loving. One who would prefer a lifetime of hush tranquility to one whose focal point was the amount of fights they could get into on a daily basis.
Such an unorthodox philosophy of lifestyle could likely be traced back to his earliest days spent upon Planet Plant. Exposed to violence and its repercussions through the mistreatment and eventual termination of his parents and fellow indentured servants alike who worked under the elites of their populace on a daily basis, Dion from the outright held a distaste for needless bloodshed. He could see how it affected all those influenced by it, directly and indirectly, and the thought of potentially having such a negative effect on someone through it sent worrisome tremors down his spine even to this day.
Which was why, he supposed, Dion could relate to the Tuffles on a decent level. Their present behaviors and actions seemed to be shaped by the circumstances by which they had found themselves within from the outset- a people forced to adapt their ways of life in response to the direct influence the more cruelly inclined warrior race exerted upon their kind. And potentially also why he was curious in the locale of Hatchi City.
In tandem with being more technologically advanced than most of the other Saiyan megalopolises, Hatchi City also happened to exude a much more, courteous, atmosphere, so to speak. While the Saiyan cities by default held with them a certain ruggedness to them that perhaps acted as one of their few charms, Tuffle municipalities held an air of sophisticated exuberance to them. One that, to a more mannerly man like Dion, held great appeal in comparison to the roughness of the rest of the Saiyan cities near it.
So, deciding that he'd take the dive, Dion eventually found himself wandering the decked out avenues of the aforementioned Hatchi City. It was every bit as extravagant as he thought it was going to be- massive, nigh hither to towering buildings that appeared to emit the ambitious and competitive nature of the Tuffles when it came to scientific advancement dotted nearly every street corner that the young man happened to turn upon, and even the soundscape of the area screamed "future" with every beep and boop blurted out to him.
Though impressive, it was at the same time also very overwhelming at times, and as such Dion- after a mere five minutes of having stepped foot into the city in the first place- sought out a place that held relative quiet, at least in comparison to the rest of the bustling environment before him. Eventually, and thankfully, Dion found a small park-like section seemingly dedicated to those who happened to be just as overwhelmed as he was presently (they really did think of everything, didn't they), and the bartender quickly took a seat at the nearest normal looking bench that he could find.
Heaving a sigh, he leaned backward, eyes closing slowly as he sat.
Unaware of the oncoming eye-opener that was about to make her presence known.
PL: 5,000 - WC: 629 - TWC: 629
