Post by K500 on Mar 25, 2021 7:59:20 GMT -5
Elbow deep into the sporks and gag knives, K4 stayed on his perch as Psilon listed off the Landfill Rules with that very dispassionate tone expected from machines and mercenaries — and because the cyborg was both, and still rife with the tics and nuances of past meat life, he decided to record a snippet to modulate his voice after! So this trip has profited him doubly, and his spirits went soaring higher when the looter saw fit to save him (and the arcosian) from being gooped! What strange, charitable programming this one had.
"That was very kind of you." thanked the once saiyan, letting go of his retreat as he too was inspired to see through the safe passage of this strange, strange group. He couldn't help but notice that none were as dirty as he, despite him being by far the most advanced system.
The kid — who did not have horns, only a hairstyle that had read as such to his E.Y.E. visor — lashed out with violence K4 had never seen outside of saiyankind. While it gave him an opportunity to study the energy, it was precisely the sort of thing the adorable orange can had warned against.
"Calm!" he shouted, dashing to grab a red blast in his hand and smothering it. He backhanded the small pollute he had saved, not minding the trash juice as he was already dripping with the stuff. "Down." he motioned appeasingly with the same rhythmic palm-down gesture used to make baby oozarus sleepy "Right now, you are frustrated as all hell. So am I. However, using whatever sort of energy seems to attract Pollutes. Do as I just did, and kill your marks without-"
The ground under K4 gave way into a pool of acids and spoiled foods, geysering up into a colossal many-tentacled pollute. Perhaps this was a second blight, or maybe this one was beyond classification. Regardless, K4 had been swallowed. Again.
"That was very kind of you." thanked the once saiyan, letting go of his retreat as he too was inspired to see through the safe passage of this strange, strange group. He couldn't help but notice that none were as dirty as he, despite him being by far the most advanced system.
The kid — who did not have horns, only a hairstyle that had read as such to his E.Y.E. visor — lashed out with violence K4 had never seen outside of saiyankind. While it gave him an opportunity to study the energy, it was precisely the sort of thing the adorable orange can had warned against.
"Calm!" he shouted, dashing to grab a red blast in his hand and smothering it. He backhanded the small pollute he had saved, not minding the trash juice as he was already dripping with the stuff. "Down." he motioned appeasingly with the same rhythmic palm-down gesture used to make baby oozarus sleepy "Right now, you are frustrated as all hell. So am I. However, using whatever sort of energy seems to attract Pollutes. Do as I just did, and kill your marks without-"
The ground under K4 gave way into a pool of acids and spoiled foods, geysering up into a colossal many-tentacled pollute. Perhaps this was a second blight, or maybe this one was beyond classification. Regardless, K4 had been swallowed. Again.