Livelihood Invasion! Come Brawl, Tuffle [Cheri] Mar 31, 2021 18:58:12 GMT -5
Post by Nasu on Mar 31, 2021 18:58:12 GMT -5
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He truly had an odd feeling.
It had been nearly a pair of days and one night since the man arrived on this planet. It was not strange per se, it was fairly normal: albeit he didn’t seem to find a consistent pattern of civilization yet. For the most part it was due to how slow and patient he traveled; he didn’t seem to truly hold any kind of rush to find a real sight of Saiyan inhabitation.
What he did hold clear to sight instead were the Tuffles. A race he knew nothing about but he had overheard by now, a few times actually. He wasn’t completely ignorant at least, but of course his knowledge was limited and halted to their name. His knowledge of this planet’s history was as scarce as it could get but he did get a gist of things from one of his latest encounters: there was some serious beef going on.
And sadly it wasn’t the kind of beef you’d monch between your teeth. For that was how hungry this Saiyan was at this very moment, for a very specific reason. Once he heard about the Tuffles, likewise he became interested in them which was why, in truth, his search for more Saiyans paused briefly to satisfy his curiosity.
Yet, his thoughts would have to wait.
Once he managed to leave the forest, he was yet to leave the actual sector: a very fertile land, and he began to meet some of the members of what he assumed were Tuffles. For every time the gazes met, he felt spite. He did not manage to ever strike the slightest bit of dialogue.
Did he look intimidating or was it just him being a Saiyan?
At some point, he sat nearby a patrol point. It wasn’t too far from Berri Forest, so it was still in the middle of a grassland. The point itself was too unclear, for they didn’t even let him come close. But from what he heard thus far, he sort of made it a goal: to try and make at least one of them interact with him.
Time and time again, he was threatened and then ignored. Therefore he even began trying to make them feel ‘at ease’, by leaving food not too distant from the patrol unit. He waited at least an hour in a nearby spot.
Of course everyone else would expect this to work with pets, not other people. But he wasn’t exactly any good at this, especially with foreigners, so he had no idea how to earn a small piece of trust. He was used to just doing his job and being respected for it.
Needless to say, the Tuffles did not see this as an opportunity at all but a menace. A Saiyan waiting for his prey no less. A foolish, but chivalrous attempt at offering food, was nothing more, seen by the Tuffles, as a trap.
Despite being armed, those very short people also were geared with scouters that could tell this one was a little bit too much to handle for them: therefore, they called for backup. And this very backup, would perhaps slide to levels a little bit too high, but at least sure to neutralize or (hopefully not) annihilate the menace.
Of course, Nasu was getting bored of waiting; wouldn’t they come out by the end of the day, he was to leave on his own. He had no reason to really try any harder, but he was stubborn. And perhaps a little masochist; he knew well perhaps, that this wouldn’t most likely end well.