Post by Zuqetta on Oct 6, 2023 12:55:35 GMT -5
PL: 122,417
PL is Suppressed to 12,000
Antisense is NOT Active
The Saiyan Capital, the Radditsu district, the place Zuqetta found herself a few years back after running away from home. It was the early morning, with the blackened sky giving way to a deep red. Zuqetta walked down the quiet streets, taking in the familiar sights around her. She was of nobility, the higher class of Saiyan; she had a mansion, a destroyer class ship, and a plethora of inherited wealth, yet despite the fortunes she could have been enjoying, nothing felt more like home than where she found herself now. At the end of her walk was a three story living complex, dilapidated and closed to the public, but within was where her true home lied.
Zuqetta would brush past debris, cautiously blasting away what she could squeeze through in order to make her way within without destroying the complex. Once she made it deep within and up to the second floor, a walk down a blackened hall would bring her to a locked door.
"If memory serves, it's barricaded from the other side-" She'd mutter to herself as she took hold of the handle to the door reluctantly, "Oh-?"
She would here a click, but more surprisingly, the door would open with ease; it hadn't even been locked, let alone barricaded. As she made her way within she would glace around with a mix of nostalgia and slight dread. 'Where are the kids?' She would think to herself, investigating the room and finding no sign of anyone having lived in the place for months. 'Guess they musta flown the coop, that's good at least...'
Zuqetta would give a halfhearted sigh as she walked over towards the collapsed couch the rested in the center of the room in front of a likely broken TV. Without nary a care she would throw herself onto the couch, taking a deep breath as she attempted to rest, clearing her mind and thinking about her next course of action. Now that she'd returned to Sadala, she couldn't just remain recluse. She had no idea how well her people were faring, and she'd done little to nothing in terms of lending aid in what had to be the longest time; if anything, she'd actually caused her people problems, but the philosophical stuff would have to wait till another time.
"What to do..."
388
PL is Suppressed to 12,000
Antisense is NOT Active
The Saiyan Capital, the Radditsu district, the place Zuqetta found herself a few years back after running away from home. It was the early morning, with the blackened sky giving way to a deep red. Zuqetta walked down the quiet streets, taking in the familiar sights around her. She was of nobility, the higher class of Saiyan; she had a mansion, a destroyer class ship, and a plethora of inherited wealth, yet despite the fortunes she could have been enjoying, nothing felt more like home than where she found herself now. At the end of her walk was a three story living complex, dilapidated and closed to the public, but within was where her true home lied.
Zuqetta would brush past debris, cautiously blasting away what she could squeeze through in order to make her way within without destroying the complex. Once she made it deep within and up to the second floor, a walk down a blackened hall would bring her to a locked door.
"If memory serves, it's barricaded from the other side-" She'd mutter to herself as she took hold of the handle to the door reluctantly, "Oh-?"
She would here a click, but more surprisingly, the door would open with ease; it hadn't even been locked, let alone barricaded. As she made her way within she would glace around with a mix of nostalgia and slight dread. 'Where are the kids?' She would think to herself, investigating the room and finding no sign of anyone having lived in the place for months. 'Guess they musta flown the coop, that's good at least...'
Zuqetta would give a halfhearted sigh as she walked over towards the collapsed couch the rested in the center of the room in front of a likely broken TV. Without nary a care she would throw herself onto the couch, taking a deep breath as she attempted to rest, clearing her mind and thinking about her next course of action. Now that she'd returned to Sadala, she couldn't just remain recluse. She had no idea how well her people were faring, and she'd done little to nothing in terms of lending aid in what had to be the longest time; if anything, she'd actually caused her people problems, but the philosophical stuff would have to wait till another time.
"What to do..."
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