Post by Surveya on Jan 21, 2024 13:15:36 GMT -5
SURVEYA'S PL: 4,000 (Undetectable) |
ACTIVE TRANSFORMATIONS: None |
Namek had been a swell start, but it was hardly a bustling population center. Its residents were terribly far apart from each other, and even the most densely populated areas paled in comparison to some of the more active hubs of the universe. And so, Surveya opted to magically transport herself across the galaxy in a quick flash of light, arriving not more than half a second later on Earth.
Now, if Namek's concentration of mortal ki stunk, then the stench on Earth was abhorrent. Surveya found herself physically gagging and doubling over as ever bit of her was overwhelmed by mortal stink. Did none of these mortals know of any techniques with which they could purify their ki? It was just... Repulsive! It took Surveya more than a few moments of clutching her own chest and breathing deeply before she could even take so much as a step, and even then, her head was spinning.
Okay, okay. Surveya took in a deep breath - which she almost immediately regretted, as now the mortal stink was in her mouth - but she carried on with the deep, odor-filled breaths until she finally somewhat stabilized her senses. She decided she ought to just focus on one specific energy signature and seek that out, first. That'd help her better attune her senses for this overwhelming cloud of ki that permeated the air. So, then... Who was nearby...?
Plenty of Earthlings walked the streets, though one energy signature did stand out. It seemed to be that of a... "Tuffle?" Surveya mumbled to herself in surprise. She knew Earth was a bit of a melting pot, though a Tuffle being present did still strike her as odd, given their isolationist, nationalistic tendencies. Had they begun to spread more widely around the universe in these last few years? She had to find out why.
Surveya trotted down the street towards the Tuffle stench, which took her a good few blocks, until she finally came across a blonde woman, even shorter than she already was. This person had to be the Tuffle. "Pardon me," she promptly asked as she approached them, regardless of whatever the Tuffle was in the middle of doing. "I am Surveya, a Shinjin working in mortal affairs. Would you spare me a few moments of your time so that I may ask you some questions about your level of satisfaction with this universe?" As she spoke, Surveya procured her tablet and pen and positioned the top of her pen just millimeters above the tablet, ready to begin writing at a moment's notice.