Wish Lists [CHALLENGE DE] Dec 31, 2018 19:27:16 GMT -6
Post by Carro Hofferson on Dec 31, 2018 19:27:16 GMT -6
CARRO'S PL: 50 | LEO'S PL: 72,000
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BLUTZ/SPACEPOD, SACRED FLUTE, BLOOD RUBY, ARM BLASTER, BATTLE ARMOR, SCOUTER, SENZU, DB RADAR, 1/5/6/7 DBs
Carro was beginning to doubt his Radar's guidance. The saiyan sat in front of a small restaurant, the... odd tune of a song in a language he didn't understand playing inside. It's lyrics were muffled, but Carro couldn't help but to feel a little annoyed for some reason just listening to this music he'd never heard once before. Odd. Dressed in an orange and green parka with the hood pulled over his orange hair, Carro's green eyes narrowed as he shook the radar in his palms. The dinky thing wasn't giving a very reliable reading, but this Dragon Ball was around here somewhere. It had been moving, too... Carro breathed in, silently praying to whatever Kai that hadn't cursed him yet that the Mumbo guy Chime mentioned wasn't lurking.
In the backpack resting beside Carro shone another orange glint- one of the saiyan's own four Dragon Balls, safely tucked away with it's three matches. The cold air didn't help much, as the newfound President of Earth had to wipe away some condensation off his Radar's screen every three seconds. A scarf was wrapped around his mouth and he did his best to hide his hair away in his hood. Ever since his election, Carro had to deal with a lot of paparazzi and news folks, wanting the latest scoop from Earth's newest leader. He couldn't have them learning about the Dragon Balls, so this trip was best done with his identity hidden as best as possible. Nobody bat an eye so far, but he'd only passed two pedestrians in the dark of the winter season's night hours.
"Come on... where are you?" Gripping one of his own Dragon Balls tightly in his palm, Carro stood back up from the bench, peering through the restraunt window, into the alleyways around, and even pried open a nearby sewer manhole to make sure it wasn't dropped in there and moving with the stream of garbage beneath... But, of course, there was nothing.
With a sigh and quick adjustment of his scarf, the bundled saiyan slinked back onto the bench, fiddling with his radar's settings. If he could get the thing to cooperate, it should point him to wherever this hidden Dragon Ball was. That was, if it's holder didn't find him first.