Post by Jessie Watts on Jan 25, 2023 20:22:29 GMT -5
"Mom, her mom, her mom's mom's mom, and so on. I may look it, but I'm not a species native to this planet. Where my people are from we are well known for this as a people both in species an in culture."
Giving a bit of a flex his arms bulked up as did the rest of his upper body after a short time. In what would almost certainly be disturbing, at least minimally, his top grew what at least looked to be eyes on the front of his chest.
"This might look like clothes, but we are in what you'd call a symbi, symbot, we work together real well. It's physically attached and it's own species. Once we are attached we can't be separated while we are both alive."
As if his left hand was controlled by the creature and his right by himself, Jessie gave himself a high-five that looked more like a ridiculous clap as he lowered his arms, his muscles went back to normal, and the eyes closed and seemed to disappear once more.
"Our genetics aren't cut out for large muscle growth or even properly harnessing ki or energy like so many in this part of the galaxy are capable of. So on my world both our species worked together."
The one thing the poster didn't have was prices, which was likely one of many reasons he wasn't exactly getting many calls. Usually he would see what needed to be done and throw out a price, but he wasn't exactly the best salesman or businessman quite frankly.
Looking over to Striker he did some copy of what they were doing back to them, though for some reason he managed to look even less cool and more dorky. It was likely the skin-tight suit wasn't helping matters. In mid pose he dropped his arms, still sticking out his tongue for a few more seconds as he turned back and gave a heavy shrug.
"Whatever. We are trying to get stronger, so if you can help with that then why not? Maybe it will be less embarrassing for me getting beat up by two people instead of one."