Post by Marimba on Aug 28, 2024 4:23:49 GMT -5
Wearing a dark cloak and black dragon mask, the towering Namekian Warlord walked the central city streets, drawing more attention to the suspicious outfit than he wanted. The masked mutant stopped, lifting a tablet to his face to try and decipher the map displayed on it.
A message appeared on the tablet, stating that he had arrived and pulling up an HD picture of the front of the building. Marimba looked up, seeing the tower that he was to enter, and proceeded through the glass doors, ducking under the frame to avoid hitting his head as the mutant entered.
All kinds of shelves and screens advertising various products and services decorated the area, but the Daimao paid little attention to them. The Namek walked up to the blonde bun-haired receptionist lady, cutting in line in front of the patron, who promptly gave up their place and moved a distance away, thoroughly intimidated by the costumed giant. The receptionist said nothing about it, turning to greet the mysterious alien.
"Oh-hello. How may I help you today?"
"I have a four-o-clock appointment with Nashi Karma."
"Let him know that "Drum" is here."
After a few minutes of the receptionist typing on her terminal, a card is printed from the computer and handed to the Mazoku.
"Use that to take the elevator to floor 10, then take a right turn and go down the hall. You're looking for room 50."
Marimba followed the instructions, soon finding himself entering room number 50.
"Greetings from the second seat, Mr. Karma."
The Daimao removed his mask, latching it to a fixture on his belt.
"As I alluded to in my message. The Arcose Empire has a new experimental super weapon."
Lord Marimba shoots Nashi a serious look, his voice equally solemn.
"And It's Nanotech; I'm almost certain of it."
It alone has foiled multiple raiding parties that would have otherwise succeeded, and quite frankly, it's a thorn in my side in an era where I have too much to worry about already."
"A new class of war Android known as a Sentinel."
"I may be able to have such a piece delivered to you.
The Namekian examines Nashi's expression, attempting to gauge his interest in the topic.
"Shall I go on?"
A message appeared on the tablet, stating that he had arrived and pulling up an HD picture of the front of the building. Marimba looked up, seeing the tower that he was to enter, and proceeded through the glass doors, ducking under the frame to avoid hitting his head as the mutant entered.
All kinds of shelves and screens advertising various products and services decorated the area, but the Daimao paid little attention to them. The Namek walked up to the blonde bun-haired receptionist lady, cutting in line in front of the patron, who promptly gave up their place and moved a distance away, thoroughly intimidated by the costumed giant. The receptionist said nothing about it, turning to greet the mysterious alien.
"Oh-hello. How may I help you today?"
"I have a four-o-clock appointment with Nashi Karma."
"Let him know that "Drum" is here."
After a few minutes of the receptionist typing on her terminal, a card is printed from the computer and handed to the Mazoku.
"Use that to take the elevator to floor 10, then take a right turn and go down the hall. You're looking for room 50."
Marimba followed the instructions, soon finding himself entering room number 50.
"Greetings from the second seat, Mr. Karma."
The Daimao removed his mask, latching it to a fixture on his belt.
"As I alluded to in my message. The Arcose Empire has a new experimental super weapon."
Lord Marimba shoots Nashi a serious look, his voice equally solemn.
"And It's Nanotech; I'm almost certain of it."
It alone has foiled multiple raiding parties that would have otherwise succeeded, and quite frankly, it's a thorn in my side in an era where I have too much to worry about already."
"A new class of war Android known as a Sentinel."
"I may be able to have such a piece delivered to you.
The Namekian examines Nashi's expression, attempting to gauge his interest in the topic.
"Shall I go on?"
WC: 375. PL: 100 (Suppressed).