Seaside Snack (Sagan)

It was always a joy to visit Yahhoy Port. Not only was the port where Sagan often went to sell his catches (Which was currently his only source of income), but the market was often chock full of surprises, from good food, to trinkets, gadgets, and gizmos that you never even fathomed that you would've needed. It was quite the place, and Sagan visited often.

Sagan had spent the morning meandering his way around the port. He had nothing to sell this time, but was always happy to examine what the port had to buy. He probably should have slowed down though. As his training had begun to take up more and more of his time, he had less time for fishing, meaning his Zeni reserves were rapidly dwindling. That would be a problem for later, though...

Sagan walked along the port carrying a basket full of various food items. He stopped for a moment, though, when he felt an enormous amount of energy. Turning towards the source, he saw that some sort of gathering had assembled in the same direction. Curious about the power, he made his way towards the gathering.

Sagan joined the gathering and watched Megis pull off his stunt, with the people around him inspecting the massive fish that had just been dropped at their feet with awe. Sagan looked down at the fish for a moment then looked back up at Megis. That power is insane... Sagan thought to himself. It was far stronger than even Jyushin's...

Sagan walked closer to Megis, looking his strange appearance over, while still carrying his grocery basket. "Vote for Megis for what?" Sagan asked curiously. 

PL: 42,960
HP: 0/250%
MP: 0/6
KP: 6/6

WC: 276
TWC: 276

When Megis reached into his...skin and pulled out a flyer, Sagan immediately recognized him as the same type of being that he'd concluded both Jyushin and Captain Bean! to be. Sagan still didn't really know or understand exactly what these beings exactly were, but he'd had a pretty fair idea thus far of what they were capable of, though they did vary. He had also become painfully aware at the general demeanor that they all seemed to carry themselves with. 

Which is why his eyes widened a bit when he took the paper and was simultaneously audibly informed that this guy, Megis, was running for President. "President...?" Sagan repeated back to him with a bit of a scoff. Surely he couldn't have been serious, right? He returned his gaze to Megis. "Derry...? Who the hell is...oh wait no, I think I've heard of him before." Sagan said. He'd never met, heard, or even seen a picture of the Earth's current president, but he'd definitely heard of him.

Sagan would then cross his arms as Megis began to try to appeal to him, calling him a warrior, and asking if he'd seen any of his dojos around town. Sagan paused for a moment. Perhaps he ought to have given Megis more of a chance. Perhaps Megis wasn't like the two other goofballs that Sagan had come across.

"Tell me, Megis. If you do become president, what will you do for the Earthling people? Why should I vote for you?" Sagan asked, honestly.

WC: 253
TWC: 529

Sagan listened as he tried to discern whether what Megis was displaying was truly confidence or if it was rather arrogance. It seemed as though it was a mix of both, with the latter beginning to shine through a bit more. 

Megis would then suggest that, unless Sagan was registered, he was some sort of fugitive. Perhaps he was. "I don't care about those accords. Or being a fugitive." He said, bluntly. Currently, the only thing he cared about was getting stronger, frankly. 

Sagan then listened to Megis' statement about how much of a stand up guy he was, how he'd gone around the world helping people and the like. If what Megis was really saying was true, then that was good on him. Sagan couldn't help but wonder, though, if Megis had done all these things out of the goodness of his heart, or out of a need to keep up appearances for this so-called campaign that he was so interested in. 

Sagan couldn't help but grin when Megis stated that he was looking at the complete package. "Complete package, huh?" Sagan repeated. He leaned in a bit, attempting to poke Megis on the head. "Didn't know complete packages could be so...bite-sized." Sagan teased.

"Just how old are you? Isn't there some sort of age restriction on a title like President?" Sagan asked, after a momentary pause. Was Megis even old enough to lead a planet?

WC: 239
TWC: 1,049