Post by Yakito on Mar 1, 2024 15:11:25 GMT -5
Out of sight, out of mind.
Of all the pithy statements existing in the dictionary, this was the one who Yakito was never able to wrap his head around. If it was true, then why did he always have this longing feeling of melancholy for Earth whenever he took a off-world gig?
The answer, as per usual, was his beloved mother.
As he sat at the spaceport lounge near the chic bistros and the souvenir shops while waiting on his new Armored Squadron-issued pod to be ready, Yakito couldn't help but feel his heart flutter at the thought of seeing her again. Every moment spent in her presence could be their last, so better make it count. The androgynous vulpine already had an idea of how he could surprise her - the images of tourist attractions displayed by his tablet were a solid hint of it.
"That'd be a nice one..." He muttered wistfully, eyes becoming starry at the sight of an image of a green planet's orchard sprawling as far as the eyes could see. The luxuriant vegetation was lighted by a stunning sunset. "Oh! Bet she'd also love that one." Now he was looking at a resort of red sand surrounded by a pristine ocean. The water was entirely see through, allowing for the colorful tapestry of corals that littered the oceanic floor to be visible from the surface.
All of these worlds were "paradise worlds" of the Arcosian Empire, that is to say planets dedicated to recreation for those with a penchant for a leisurely lifestyle. Normally, such places of natural beauty were beyond Yakito's budget. However, with the most recent developments seeing him be hired by the Empire, visiting one of these gorgeous worlds with his mom was becoming a tangible prospect.
All thanks to Ticoga, the Empire.
Truly, Yakito felt grateful.
Alas, it is this maelstrom of emotions assaulting his mind that made Yakito a bit too distracted to notice the shady cyclopean alien skulking toward his duffle bag containing his belongings. Clad in a hoodie whose drawstrings were pulled tight to conceal its portly face, the stocky thief reached out with a grasping, three-fingered hand toward the luggage resting on the seat right next to the red-furred Zoan...
Of all the pithy statements existing in the dictionary, this was the one who Yakito was never able to wrap his head around. If it was true, then why did he always have this longing feeling of melancholy for Earth whenever he took a off-world gig?
The answer, as per usual, was his beloved mother.
As he sat at the spaceport lounge near the chic bistros and the souvenir shops while waiting on his new Armored Squadron-issued pod to be ready, Yakito couldn't help but feel his heart flutter at the thought of seeing her again. Every moment spent in her presence could be their last, so better make it count. The androgynous vulpine already had an idea of how he could surprise her - the images of tourist attractions displayed by his tablet were a solid hint of it.
"That'd be a nice one..." He muttered wistfully, eyes becoming starry at the sight of an image of a green planet's orchard sprawling as far as the eyes could see. The luxuriant vegetation was lighted by a stunning sunset. "Oh! Bet she'd also love that one." Now he was looking at a resort of red sand surrounded by a pristine ocean. The water was entirely see through, allowing for the colorful tapestry of corals that littered the oceanic floor to be visible from the surface.
All of these worlds were "paradise worlds" of the Arcosian Empire, that is to say planets dedicated to recreation for those with a penchant for a leisurely lifestyle. Normally, such places of natural beauty were beyond Yakito's budget. However, with the most recent developments seeing him be hired by the Empire, visiting one of these gorgeous worlds with his mom was becoming a tangible prospect.
All thanks to Ticoga, the Empire.
Truly, Yakito felt grateful.
Alas, it is this maelstrom of emotions assaulting his mind that made Yakito a bit too distracted to notice the shady cyclopean alien skulking toward his duffle bag containing his belongings. Clad in a hoodie whose drawstrings were pulled tight to conceal its portly face, the stocky thief reached out with a grasping, three-fingered hand toward the luggage resting on the seat right next to the red-furred Zoan...
PL: 70,000 (Yakito is in his Base form.)
UT used: N/A
KP: 6/6 - MP: 0/6 - HP: 000/250
Traits: Bare-Knuckle Brawler [ACTIVE], Self-Sacrifice [1/1], Turtle School Secrets [INACTIVE]
Utility Items: Scouter, Weighted Teddy [INACTIVE]
WC: 373
TWC: 373
UT used: N/A
KP: 6/6 - MP: 0/6 - HP: 000/250
Traits: Bare-Knuckle Brawler [ACTIVE], Self-Sacrifice [1/1], Turtle School Secrets [INACTIVE]
Utility Items: Scouter, Weighted Teddy [INACTIVE]
WC: 373
TWC: 373