Post by Zerori and Zriracha on Apr 13, 2021 1:56:26 GMT -5
Zerori's Thread PL: 15,000
Zriracha's Thread PL: 50,000 (transformed)
Zriracha's Thread PL: 50,000 (transformed)
The area was populated with the best that the worst had to offer; from races of all walks of life to Saiyans that were clearly more at home here than back at the City-States, this outpost was said to be the most disreputable place in existence on Vegeta - and that was saying something when it came to Borgos Bluffs. Zerori looked on in awe and wonder, grinning devilishly as she passed by some of the rough-looking mercenaries as they gambled their money away. Zriracha, meanwhile, decided to walk carefully behind Zerori and keep a keen eye on things as they traversed.
While cautious, the Satyr woman was no less intrigued by the amount of negativity that poured from the individuals that claimed this as their home. Thoughtfully, Zriracha wondered why she didn’t just check here for a mate as opposed to the capital… well, the past was the past and there was no reason Zriracha couldn’t tuck this little haven away as a potential nest for another child if she so desired. Thankfully, she kept such thoughts to herself.
“WHOA! Look at that guys metal ARM!” Zerori called out, earning a few looks as she pointed at a seemingly giant Heran with a chrome-build arm and a mohawk standing about 7 feet tall easily. He looked at Zerori, appearing to size her up, before giving a shrug and grinning her way.
“You sight seein’? Not very often we get a couple of, uh…” He noticed Zriracha, seemingly losing his train of thought as he stared dumbly at her. “-h-horned… ladies?” Zriracha, in return, gave his speechless expression an ever-dependable wink to disorient him. He shook her head and regained composure before speaking, “Wow, that’s new.”
“Well, you’re not wrong, friend,” Zriracha humed, “We’re quite a new sight to Plant… Vegeta? Goodness,” She held a hand to her chest in mock embarrassment, “It’s hard to know which one to use around who.” The large Heran would just chuckle, hands on his hips as he attempted to flirt - the Satyr woman getting a kick out of it.
Meanwhile, Zerori was no longer interested in the Heran man OR his metal arm, rolling her eyes at the fact that her mother stole the attention… AGAIN. She looked toward the man bag, eyeing something inside before pulling it out to reveal a rather large blaster. “Oh ho ho, this is nice…” Zerori gushed softly before trying it out and blasting one of the lights above them. Suddenly, all eyes were on Zerori as she just stared up at the absolutely obliterated light with wide eyes. She glanced around before dumbly saying, "Uh... oops?"
WC: 445
TWC: 445
TWC: 445