Vetur Cold
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Post by Vetur Cold on Jan 31, 2019 9:18:46 GMT -6
The golden sun beat down on the city of a legendary hero, the warm winds blowing through the streets where Earthlings, Namekians, and others walked, drove, or flew. The clear blue sky promised to be a good day. Among its citizens a visitor walked the streets, taking in sights that were far different from the ones on Arcose. The people seemed happy and energetic and most of all, they were friendly. people of all species waved and talked to each other, Species didn't seem to matter to them. He saw a earthling female clinging to the arm of a bear-man, a group of Namekians and Earthlings tossed a ball around. No one was fighting or scheming, it was a interesting viewpoint. Vetur had actually come to the city by mistake, having lost his scouter in a scuffle with a lucky earthling that managed to blast his scouter.
So without a scouters navigational coordinates, Vetur had just flown around until he spotted Satan City. Entering the city was vastly different than the outside world. Buildings of steel and glass rose to the sky, people in all kinds of clothes moved around with familiarity and content. It was a interesting view and he wondered how fast they would turn on each other if he decided to attack...but without his scouter he couldn't read the power levels down there. And while Earthlings were weak there were other species here as well. While Vetur was a confident type he was also under orders by his father not to draw attention to himself from other members of the World Trade Fleet.
Vetur landed on the sidewalk next to some Namekians that glared at him before moving away. Vetur's natural response would have been to crush them under foot but again low profile. He decided to add a Namekian to his destroy list if he came across one outside the city. For now the young Arcosian wondered down a street flushed with markets and the tantalizing smells of Earth food.He took out the bag of Zeni he got off the two dead and foolish Earthlings that had attacked him. He decided to purchase a shiskabob. Tearing into the juicy meat he continued down the street wondering what else he would find in the city named after a Legendary Hero.
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Post by Lord Chill on Feb 1, 2019 9:34:25 GMT -6
PL: 64,000 Satan City was a sight to behold, despite how desolate and bland most of the views on the insufferable rock locally dubbed 'the Earth' were in Chill's opinion. He had to admit, that in his time stranded here and now his occupation for the near future, the world had grown on him some. He could see why Algere had come to claim it all those long years ago. In an attempt to promote a little bit of cohesion between the two royal Arcosians. It was far easier to make informed and intelligent decisions when both parties involved were of a similar mind and not aiming to prove something to the other - whether that proof was out of spite or admiration. So a bonding exercise their little trip had been. Treading along the footpath, they made idle conversation under dull cloaks to avoid unwanted attention from the vastly distracted populace of the city. Staring up and the concrete structures as he cracked a joke about the painful slog of bureaucracy, Chill's scouter buzzed from his side. Sliding it onto his face, he picked up an energy signature with a battle power of around 2,550. Following the visual ques of the HUD, he tracked his vision until he spied an Arcosian. "Algere." Chill spoke quietly, nudging his companion to grasp his attention. With a subtle gesture, he tried to draw the elderly lord's attention toward the stranger. "My scouter does not recognize him. Perhaps it may be worth a polite hello. If this man is a noble, he may yet be able to strengthen our cause should we play our cards right. If not, than I see no harm in making small talk with one of our own kin instead." Without giving his kinsman time to change his mind, Chill quickly approached the figure. With a gentle curtsy, Chill bowed his head in respect to the stranger. "Greetings! I am Lord Chill, of clans Frigid and Cold. Executive Director of the World Trade Fleet. It is a fine pleasure to meet one of our kind here on Earth." Withdrawing from his curtsy to a stand, Chill swung a hand behind his back underneath his cloak, straightening his posture into one befitting royalty. "And you would be?"
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Lord Algere
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Post by Lord Algere on Feb 5, 2019 11:41:52 GMT -6
Algere’s PL: 8,000
Fidgeting with his newly acquired scouter, Algere attempted to learn the new intricacies of the device. The function was more or less the same as what he was accustomed to, but user interface differed a bit from the scouters of old. He had to learn the buttons. His surprise at how little things had changed overall had faded a fair amount, leaving him with only a dulled curiosity. His last memory of Satan City was a family vacation. He did not linger long on that thought. Instead, he set his sights firmly on the scouter again. Chill had suggested this outing. Algere could only guess that this was aimed to be a little bonding experience. He didn’t mind that exactly, but it only made the feeling of emptiness that plagued him ache all the more. He was aware that he was a terribly quiet companion, but he struggled to bring himself to engage at more than a surface level. When Chill nudged him, Algere looked down at him curiously. Ah, spotted another Arcosian. It was novel for Algere to see one of their kind walk amongst the populace with… minimal scorn. When he had walked the past world, he was reviled as a monster. Not that he could blame the inhabitants, he supposed. In response to Chill, Algere simply nodded. His nephew’s mind was always on the job it seemed. Algere followed along in Chill’s wake, towering over his smaller frame. He watched as Chill introduced himself in the proper way. During his time on Earth, he found himself preferring the more succinct kind of introduction. He understood its need here, however, and would force him himself to behave according to custom. He mustn’t make a fool of his nephew after all. Merely bowing his head, Algere acknowledged the other Arcosian. “I am Lord Algere, also of clans Cold and Frigid. What business have you on Earth?”
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Vetur Cold
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Post by Vetur Cold on Feb 7, 2019 1:59:04 GMT -6
Well sorry dad, seems luck was not on their side. Keep a low profile, don't gather attention, avoid the higher up's and focus on getting stronger. That had been the orders his father had given him to survive on the planet where he was alone. Now Vetur was faced with not one but two of the World Trade Fleet leaders. Should he lie? If he did he could play off as a low ranked nobody not worth their attention. But something inside quashed that idea. Pride? Arrogance? Youthful fire? He wasn't sure but he would not hide who he was. A descendent of the Arcosian emperor and he was proud of that lineage even if his father was not. Now faced with two titans of the Fleet he chose to accept what would come from ignoring his fathers wishes and jump right into the world opening before him.
Vetur returned the Arcosian greeting and smiled. He noticed that the two wore cloaks for some reason, he looked around but no one seemed to be paying him any mind, So why cloaks? Shrugging it away mentally he gazed upon the two fellow Arcosians. The older one was large, making Vetur wonder if this was his true form or one of his suppressed forms. Lord Chill was exactly what Vetur had imagined him to look like. Strong, well muscled and a aura of command around him. The Arcosian director would have made one hell of a military Commander. Vetur stood to his full height of five foot nine.
"My name is Lord Vetur of the Cold clan, Grandson of Wyntre Cold."
He had done it, he broke his fathers orders to the two men who could obliterate him with ease. Citing not only his name and clan but his lineage and relationship to the former Empress of Arcose. Vetur in no way expected special treatment, hell, he was just hoping to get away with his life.
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Post by Lord Chill on Feb 11, 2019 5:39:34 GMT -6
PL: 64,000 How utterly, profoundly rare. Three members of the Cold clan, legitimate or not, gathered in one place. It was rare to find a two members on the same planet, and so Algere and Chill travelling together was an oddity of statistics, but for three individuals baring that name to arrive at the same location by coincidence? Chill might say it was divine providence, if he believed that the gods were any kind of real influence on the world. But he didn't, and so this day became particularly more interesting. Conspiracy? Coincidence? Chill doubted that with his current power this heir to the throne could do him any harm, and so he voided any query for the time being. "Lord Vetur." A grin curled across his red-skinned face as he properly addressed his kinsman. "It is a pleasure to meet another of our blood. So rare it has become in this era, to find someone of true royalty..." He thought on the name he had given for his lineage, and dots connected in his mind. He had read of Wyntre in his recent studies of the Empire's rise and fall in the era between his own and now. She had been of more diluted blood than he had, but her claim to the throne was better than most of her time. "...your grandmother, Wyntre, was a great woman in her time. It is a shame that she has vanished... I would much have liked to meet her."He did find the coincidence too much to ignore though, as he spoke to his fellow lord. "Your being on Earth is a curiousity indeed. What brings you here? I would think Arcose would meet all of the needs of a would-be king in this era, no?"
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Post by Lord Algere on Feb 18, 2019 10:29:13 GMT -6
Another Cold. Algere mused thoughtfully at that particular happenstance. Was it just coincidence? He had no reason to suspect otherwise at the moment, but a degree of caution was never harmful. He glanced to Chill who seemed to take it in stride. His power afforded him a degree of comfort from those who would seek to usurp him, but it would not protect him forever. He supposed he would act as an extra pair of eyes and ears on his nephew’s behalf. Fortunately, he seemed to have the sense to press a bit more on the matter.
“Indeed. I would hear your reasons, young Lord Vetur.”
Calling children lords had always left a strange in his mouth. It gave them respect that their family granted them, but they themselves did not earn. Algere had attempted to make a name for himself back in his time. A name worthy of the title. He uttered a bit of a weary sigh, dismissing these tiresome thoughts. What did he care if the young had earned their titles? These were just vestiges of a life that he thought he had left behind. It was funny how the past had a way of catching up with him.
“Chill, shall we retire to an appropriate venue? I hardly think the middle of the street is an appropriate setting for our chat.”
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