Post by Nervan & Friends on Nov 3, 2023 1:18:48 GMT -5
|| Budoshi’s PL: 8,000 ||
“It’d have to be a very specific sort of person too, not just anyone walks around wearing that kind of thing.” If any sort of armor was commonplace it was the more sleek kind, with ridged shoulder plating. Honestly kind of boring in Budoshi’s opinion unless it was individually customized in some way or an older repurposed classic like Illuma’s.
When he thought about it, the old Saiyan’s preferred armor was probably the closest thing to Dahlia’s if there was a sort of middle-ground between the two types. In any case, it was up to Flambréra to handle things if Dahlia chose violence for whatever reason. Budoshi trusted the Zoanthrope on that she would do all that she could in such a scenario, be it unlikely to occur or otherwise.
Budoshi pinched the bridge of his nose and a quick spark of some sort flickered out and ice began to grow around that point quite quickly— quicker than normal, almost instantly even? “What the..?” The Tuffle seemed slightly distracted by it, which took him away from responding with a similar intensity.
After thinking about it, he said his piece, and it wasn’t his fault if Flambréra was so stubbornly blind to it in his eyes. “Well they didn’t ask where she went now, did they?” Nor did they notice when she had momentarily shown up just before they had come over.
“You know that there are more ways to improve, and look, sometimes that shit is harder to do. We both know that— I know you know that I’m not just talking out my ass.” He sighed in a calming sort of way, looking to Flambréra with a kind expression. “Anyway, I’m gonna leave it at that, I know it’s a topic you don’t really like talking about.” Budoshi also returned to his meal afterward.