Of Mind and Might (Cheri) Jul 29, 2022 4:06:47 GMT -5
Post by Vocado on Jul 29, 2022 4:06:47 GMT -5
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There was an uneasiness in Vocado’s chest.
Not the kind that came from stage fright or some other common ailment, but rather the feeling of being judged. Of being watched. The Tuffles didn’t seem the type to hold grudges, but their stares certainly proved otherwise.
Saiyans didn’t often venture out to this side of the planet before the war was over, and said war ending didn’t alter that statement much. On occasion, he’d pass the odd Saiyan on his way to the center of the city, but most bore insignia of mercurial companies, and the one other proper Saiyan soldier he came across was far beyond drunk in some alleyway. A shame to be certain.
But he pushed past it all. The fear and the uncertainty and the shame. There was work to be done, and perhaps it would be done efficiently.
Taori had gone quiet, these past few days. Vanished into some corner of the castle or another. Normally, he’d simply wait, but things were starting to worsen among the populace.
Saiyans were getting rowdy. The general public was easy enough to handle, sure, but each day came with a larger batch of bar brawls, or a new, taller stack of property damage reports ending up on his desk. It was a subtle change, but one he couldn’t ignore. The upswing in activity meant they were getting restless.
And so it was that he came here. Garbed in more formal attire than his usual thick battle armor, the royal’s standard armor was thinner. More flexible and a tad easier on the eyes than the traditional trench-faring wardrobe.
The Bonewood family colors were a mixture of blacks and grays. A holdover from their time among the forests of early Plant. They blended in well with the night skies, allowing them easy access to prey and other foraged supplies when the foothold on the planet was scant more than a single outpost some years ago.
Eventually, Vocado found himself at the precipice of his destination. A location referred to as an embassy of sorts. Normally used for foreign affairs, Vocado felt it prudent to start their discussion here. Mostly because he wasn’t actually sure where Cheri resided.
With a frog in his throat that he only cleared after he’d first started speaking, he approached the front desk.
”Huh-hello. I’m here for my three’O’clock with Cheri.”