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Post by Zuqetta on Jul 9, 2024 23:56:49 GMT -5
"Nonsense!" Zuqetta would respond excitedly, turning to Patchwork with an enthusiastic expression, "I just thought of something genius!" she'd exclaim, "You came to learn about stuff, right? Saiyan's, our life, stuff like that? Well then this is perfect for that!" she'd say, puffing out her chest proudly, "From the humble saiba-cabbage seller, to the monarch themselves, one thing doesn't change about Saiyans-" she'd explain, giving a momentary pause for dramatic effect, "-our desire for a challenge!!"
It was mostly an excuse to simply continue enjoying herself, but to a degree, her words couldn't have been truer. Who could sell the most, who could repair the best, who had the most knowledge, who was the strongest, who was the best fighter; there were challenges in Saiyan society at almost every turn, but it wasn't something Zuqetta had ever really taken notice of. Her attempt to come up with an excuse on the spot simply coincided with Saiyan society ironically, and would serve as an actual example to Patch, aligning with his initial reason of coming to Plant, at least, that was Zuqetta's thoughts when she came up with it.
"Now then, this is REALLY a challenge!" she'd exclaim, turning back to the closed down facility and reading the warning, "We're small, and our abilities are limited. I can materialize a mask in case there's any harmful gasses in there, but without knowing what kind of gas they're usin' for fumigation, I might just suffocate." She'd explain, bringing a hand to her chin as she pondered their options.
Flying was of course a no go, leaving walking and climbing as their only options, but there wasn't a "one-size fit's all" gas mask. She was aware of some few toxins, typically gasses released from metals that were poisonous to breathe, but knew nothing beyond that. She wondered if the same mask she wore for such metalwork would also serve her here, but it'd have been risky to try. Then, a thought would occur, causing her to glance to Patchwork with a somewhat expectant expression.
"Hey... do you breath air?" she questioned; Patch had already been capable of scanning the device of her own make and incorporating it into his systems, if the fumigation within wouldn't harm him, she wondered... could he not venture within and scan the gas as well?
It was mostly an excuse to simply continue enjoying herself, but to a degree, her words couldn't have been truer. Who could sell the most, who could repair the best, who had the most knowledge, who was the strongest, who was the best fighter; there were challenges in Saiyan society at almost every turn, but it wasn't something Zuqetta had ever really taken notice of. Her attempt to come up with an excuse on the spot simply coincided with Saiyan society ironically, and would serve as an actual example to Patch, aligning with his initial reason of coming to Plant, at least, that was Zuqetta's thoughts when she came up with it.
"Now then, this is REALLY a challenge!" she'd exclaim, turning back to the closed down facility and reading the warning, "We're small, and our abilities are limited. I can materialize a mask in case there's any harmful gasses in there, but without knowing what kind of gas they're usin' for fumigation, I might just suffocate." She'd explain, bringing a hand to her chin as she pondered their options.
Flying was of course a no go, leaving walking and climbing as their only options, but there wasn't a "one-size fit's all" gas mask. She was aware of some few toxins, typically gasses released from metals that were poisonous to breathe, but knew nothing beyond that. She wondered if the same mask she wore for such metalwork would also serve her here, but it'd have been risky to try. Then, a thought would occur, causing her to glance to Patchwork with a somewhat expectant expression.
"Hey... do you breath air?" she questioned; Patch had already been capable of scanning the device of her own make and incorporating it into his systems, if the fumigation within wouldn't harm him, she wondered... could he not venture within and scan the gas as well?
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