Off the Radar | INVITE Nov 14, 2018 0:04:09 GMT -6
Post by Carro Hofferson on Nov 14, 2018 0:04:09 GMT -6
OFF THE RADAR
CARRO'S PL: 50
Spring cleaning was a pain. Even though it was winter now. Carro grumbled to himself, hoisting a large box on his back. Apparently, Tianum thought his "closet", even though the correct term was "storage room", was too messy. Setting his old box of glitched and outdated devices he made in high school, the saiyan sighed as he walked back into the closet-storage, kicking a broom out of frustration. He could have been planning more for his fight against Ledinjin right now, but noooooo!
Mumbling as the broom toppled over, the wooden handle would thunk against a shelf above. It was already overflowing with nick-nacks and piled machinery, and the little donk sent it all toppling down atop the now yelping Carro. He reached a hand out of the pile, his head spinning. The saiyan managed to grip onto something, pulling himself out of the pile with a gasp for air. "Carrooo? Is everything alright in there?" A voice called from down the hall. "IT'S FIIIINE!" He shouted back, pushing himself to his feet. But, the saiyan found himself curiously eyeing what he grabbed when he pulled himself out. It was a dusty, disc-like device he never remembered making. It was rusted and the screen was cracked, a few flashes of static flying on it when he tapped the buttons on the side. Flipping it to the back, Carro eyed a withered post-it note on back.
DRAGON BALL RADAR - 2k23 MODEL V.II
*NOTE: BATTERIES ARE STILL CLODDY. ASK MOM WHERE NEW ONES ARE.
"Huh." Carro brushed some bolts out of his head that straggled from his earlier fall. He didn't recognize the handwriting, and the device itself was very old. Tapping the "on" button a few more times, the saiyan would briefly see a blip appear on screen before it powered down again. "Oh." It... picked something up? His grip tightened. That could only mean one thing. "Oooooh...."
"Promise you'll sort everything when you're back from the market?" Tianum narrowed her gaze as Carro trotted out of the building. "Yup, don't worry about it!" He turned and flashed a pair of finger guns to the Doragon, still waltzing away down the sidewalk. "Well, alrighty then. Don't come back beaten to a pulp, now." She shrugged, sending her partner one last smug grin before heading into the building. Right when she took her gaze off Carro, though, the saiyan sprinted in the opposite direction of the store he said he was going to.
The radar was now mostly cleaned of rust, some duct tape holding the back lid on and keeping the batteries inside. The screen was cracked still, but Carro managed to clean it off, now revealing a dull green grid beneath. The backlight flickered on and off, but there was a blip on it, flashing in and out of existence with the screen's faulty power. If the Dragon Balls really did exist, then Carro couldn't let someone horrible find them before he did. Perhaps this secret was best kept to himself for now...
This radar was probably wrong. Carro grumbled, shaking his head to try and get some leaves and twigs out of it in vain. It led him to the Fukurou Forest, and the poor saiyan was out of breath from running. The batteries wouldn't last much longer, he feared. Sprinting again with a wheeze, he'd lunge over a fallen log, stumbling about for a moment to regain his footing. When the CEO looked up, he saw a large, marble-esque tower. He couldn't see the top. Tapping the Dragon Radar's screen and shaking it a little, he saw the blip flash into existence nearby once more. But... wasn't it a little to the left awhile ago? Carro clicked his tongue, managing to catch his breath. This could only go well.