On Another World Called Home [Invite]

It wasn’t often that the planet had much in the way of outside visitors, but some villages were far and away more prepared than others. This was indeed one of them. Of the Namekians that lived here, members of all three Namekian clans were present and living in harmony— the people here weren’t exclusively Namekian either— though fewer in number by comparison, there were some other species out and about.

Furthermore, considering that the Saiyan newcomer was amicable and more than willing to provide help with some tasks; these villagers here would freely offer either currency to exchange with other communities, a magical quick-fix (namely for the young man’s laundry), or even some spare food and produce... Of which, perhaps the strangest item was cooked meat; it wasn’t necessary for the Namekian diet, but these folks happened to have it, no doubt to provide for the non-Namekian inhabitants.

Though the knowledge seeking Saiyan had not known it yet, there were certainly a few reasons as to why nobody looked at him with questioning judgemental eyes; instead with some enthusiasm and pep, especially after being shown kindness from the young man.

One of said reasons would arrive soon enough however, as some folks nearby had suddenly begun to show a fair bit of excitement! Somewhere off in the distance, several figures were approaching and they were each carrying giant sacks above their heads or over their shoulders; no doubt filled with even more supplies for the village...

Among them was a fella that would be easily recognisable! “Okay, last batch for the moment. Now let’s get this all squared away!” It was Nero! Along with his comrades who had brought this wealth of supplies, he went around the village handing things out and within minutes everything was distributed! “Alright, well done everyone!” Nero cheered triumphantly, giving high-fives to those he was working with. “Be sure to come get me if there’s any more, I’ll be at—” Nero paused, noting an energy signature he had only recently met before, comically peeking around a corner, he spotted the Saiyan he had met at Grand Elder Village. Turning back around for a moment he called out to the villagers. “— Aaaaactually, I’ll just be hanging around!” He gave them a thumbs up before swiveling around again to then approach the Saiyan wanderer. “Hey, I remember you— how are ya?”

“Of course it’s just me, who else could I possibly be?” Nero snickered, it wasn’t often that he unintentionally rhymed but he would always tend to realize it mere seconds afterwards. He realized that his little fit of laughter may have been taken badly, so Nero cleared his throat and spoke up in order to clarify. “Heh, sorry, a friend of mine speaks only in rhymes and limericks so whenever I end up doing it, I notice. Anyways, good to see you again!”

Nero calmly and casually waved away the other Saiyan’s concerns. “Don’t worry about it, I was only doing what I believe is right.” Nero smirked and rolled his eyes. “I have absolutely no idea what that clown was trying to do besides get on everyone’s bad side.” There was more depth to the situation however, and Pracross was understandably curious to know. “Buuuut, if you’d like to talk about that meeting in retrospect, I suppose I’m game.” He gave a light shrug in regards to ‘speaking Saiyan’ “Maybe some other time if you’d like to spar or train, I don’t see why we need to do that at the moment.”

If Pracross was the type to understand others better by sparring, he would need to say so. Fortunately, Nero didn’t rule out that possibility. “So anyway, what’s got you curious?”