Post by Kronos 'Aspara Arti' on Mar 3, 2024 16:52:44 GMT -5
Namek was becoming something of a second home to the hybrid; between his dorky, yet heartfelt encounter with Dion and nights spent at the older Saiyan's inn, the planet's eternally sunny skies was starting to feel familiar. Of course, Kronos wasn't going to let himself get tied down to any one rock--settling down was for adults! The universe was a 'crapbasket' in every corner he could look; it'd be irresponsible for a Teen of Tomorrow like himself to simply hang around and have fun! But then again, he hadn't seen all of the planet. By his estimations, he'd barely visited a tenth of his surface! And even if it was treading old ground, there might yet be new things to discover in the form of recruits!
Plus, Dion wasn't around to look over him, so now he had to go.
For about ten minutes, Kronos was something that he hadn't been in a good little while; a positive presence.
In usual fashion for the Tuffle, this wasn't enough; using their tail, Kronos grabbed a microphone he'd brought with him, clicked a button on a remote, and grinned. "Round two, hah..."
Plus, Dion wasn't around to look over him, so now he had to go.
For about ten minutes, Kronos was something that he hadn't been in a good little while; a positive presence.
As fun as it was to broadcast his advertisements by the edge of a burning spaceship, it did a number on the environment and was a tad bit life-threatening; Kronos settled for more traditional methods of spreading awareness. After landing on the Fields with remarkable gentleness (i.e. not completely destroying the crops), he started unloading a bunch of pieces of wood and paper from their cute little spacepod, putting together what looked like a lemonade stand within minutes! Kronos was not the friendliest figure; whenever an adult-looking Namekian got too close, he would make it very clear how little he needed their help ("I'm not a kid--I don't need your help!") but even in spite of his prickliness, it was impressive seeing him work. He had a real knack for engineering, and the few people they didn't mind onlooking even helped him out a little bit.
Eventually his work came to a close, revealing what looked to be a souped-up lemonade stand--except where the lemonade symbols should've been was a giant sign saying TEENS OF TOMORROW, with bold, bright posters hung up across trees depicting short-looking, faceless individuals striking cool poses and beating up monsters! These flyers didn't say much, relying more on pictures to get the message across, but there were a few short sentences plastered on each of them:
Frustrated of how sucky life is while no one does a damn thing about it?
Tired of high-school and wanna be someone that's remotely productive?
Got time to spare, bad guys to knock around and the will to do what's right?
Tired of high-school and wanna be someone that's remotely productive?
Then you're destined for a role in the TEENS OF TOMORROW!
In usual fashion for the Tuffle, this wasn't enough; using their tail, Kronos grabbed a microphone he'd brought with him, clicked a button on a remote, and grinned. "Round two, hah..."
"Goooood morning, Namek!" boomed the teenager's scrawny, excited voice from a loudspeaker embedded in their spaceship. They were loud enough that one would be forgiven for assuming the Guru was throwing a birthday party; go big or go home, right? "The name's Kronos; superhero, scientist and a titan of sheer awesomeness!"
"Namek's one of the nicest places in the galaxy," he began, "and believe me, I've been around...but it definitely not like this all the time. I don't have to tell you about all the wars and invasions this little rock's gone through, either from tyrannical empires or your own brothers 'n' sisters. Those sucked. And I've got some bad news. It'll keep on happenin'! Bad guys didn't go on vacation these past few years!"
"And I'm guessing most of you guys don't really care. The Guru will handle it, or the clan leader will handle it, or whatever else you've got. Maybe that's fine for geezers...but I'm betting there's a fair few people my age that know a bit better. I'm sick and tired of standing around waiting for our elders to do literally nothing! So I decided I was gonna do things myself--and so can you."
"And I'm guessing most of you guys don't really care. The Guru will handle it, or the clan leader will handle it, or whatever else you've got. Maybe that's fine for geezers...but I'm betting there's a fair few people my age that know a bit better. I'm sick and tired of standing around waiting for our elders to do literally nothing! So I decided I was gonna do things myself--and so can you."
"But if there's one good idea old people came up with, it's that we're stronger in groups!" he explained with a grin, their voice reaching it's peak. "So we've gotta come together, once and for all! We'll save the universe as the TEENS OF TOMORROW!"
WC: 709
PL: 8,000
PL: 8,000