Post by Vegia on Feb 16, 2018 2:26:52 GMT -6
“Huh. Well. You’re good at your job.”
Vegia’s surprise at Nashua’s clarification was obvious, but an ambassador would definitely be helpful. She had thought she knew her way around alien cultures because she used to come into contact with a fair few alien petitioners within the Royal Court; that fact had quickly been corrected for her the first time she walked into a Human city. These people were weird and she did not even begin to understand what motivated them. Most of them seemed lazy, and the ones who didn’t were focusing their energy in directions she couldn’t even begin to sympathise with. Like money, or some nebulous concept of ‘adventuring’. It was weird.
When Nashua almost lost her cloak, Vegia pinched the bridge of her nose. Thankfully, the garment wasn’t completely lost forever, and was soon settling again around her shoulders. She was a good seamstress – maintenance of one’s uniform was of vital importance! Her mother had drilled that into her day after day – but, even so, making one of those cloaks with the inlaid heating elements would have been… a pain.
Still, half of being a good leader is listening to those around you. She wasn’t, personally, sure that building a big castle was the best way to stay off the WTF’s radar… but they did need a rallying point, and a base of operations. She’d just have to steer things more towards ‘hidden cave complex’ than ‘target like the Palace’. But she could do that in the comfort of a warm and dry room where they had something to eat and drink. No reason to do it floating out here in the frozen wastes.
That thought had her remembering the Palace burning around her, the choking smoke and raging flames consuming her home.
“At least it was warm.” She muttered to herself, as she pulled the cloak tighter around her shoulders.
Banzo and Basko both earned a firm nod from the girl. “I’ll pass on your message to the Prince.” She promised Basko, “And please. Just Vegia is fine. I’m not a noble, just a Royal Guard.” The distinction was often lost on others, who tended to assume that her family came from one of the noble Houses; now was not the time for an in-depth lesson on the intricacies of her family line, though. Now that they were all dead, it hardly seemed relevant.
“That’s good thinking.” She said to Banzo, at least partly to try and quash that line of thought. “We’ll gather at the village for now, and establish a base camp. If you haven’t eaten or slept in a while, come back with us. Take a few hours to recover, and we can look at gathering more raw materials in the morning. Getting Blutz generators is definitely a priority… though we’ll need to be honest with each other about how many of us can control ourselves in that state.”
Been… got a rather less approving response. It was good that he was smart enough to back down; right now, she was not in the mood to be super forgiving when the famous Saiyan tempers began to, inevitably, flare. But she was pretty sure she’d heard him disparage the royals. If she was one hundred per cent sure… that would have ended very badly indeed. As it was, she just let her gaze linger on him for a few moments longer.
“Okay. Good. We have a plan. That’s a start. To the village.”
Power flared about her again as she called up her strength, and burned a blue trail down the mountain to lead the way. Whilst, yes, again, this was something of a risk, the fact was that she didn’t have the first clue about how to suppress her power level, so there was a minimal amount she could do about hiding anyway. The only thing choosing to go slower down the mountain would achieve would be to get her colder and wetter.
And now the inside of her cloak was all wet too. Ugh.
Vegia’s surprise at Nashua’s clarification was obvious, but an ambassador would definitely be helpful. She had thought she knew her way around alien cultures because she used to come into contact with a fair few alien petitioners within the Royal Court; that fact had quickly been corrected for her the first time she walked into a Human city. These people were weird and she did not even begin to understand what motivated them. Most of them seemed lazy, and the ones who didn’t were focusing their energy in directions she couldn’t even begin to sympathise with. Like money, or some nebulous concept of ‘adventuring’. It was weird.
When Nashua almost lost her cloak, Vegia pinched the bridge of her nose. Thankfully, the garment wasn’t completely lost forever, and was soon settling again around her shoulders. She was a good seamstress – maintenance of one’s uniform was of vital importance! Her mother had drilled that into her day after day – but, even so, making one of those cloaks with the inlaid heating elements would have been… a pain.
Still, half of being a good leader is listening to those around you. She wasn’t, personally, sure that building a big castle was the best way to stay off the WTF’s radar… but they did need a rallying point, and a base of operations. She’d just have to steer things more towards ‘hidden cave complex’ than ‘target like the Palace’. But she could do that in the comfort of a warm and dry room where they had something to eat and drink. No reason to do it floating out here in the frozen wastes.
That thought had her remembering the Palace burning around her, the choking smoke and raging flames consuming her home.
“At least it was warm.” She muttered to herself, as she pulled the cloak tighter around her shoulders.
Banzo and Basko both earned a firm nod from the girl. “I’ll pass on your message to the Prince.” She promised Basko, “And please. Just Vegia is fine. I’m not a noble, just a Royal Guard.” The distinction was often lost on others, who tended to assume that her family came from one of the noble Houses; now was not the time for an in-depth lesson on the intricacies of her family line, though. Now that they were all dead, it hardly seemed relevant.
“That’s good thinking.” She said to Banzo, at least partly to try and quash that line of thought. “We’ll gather at the village for now, and establish a base camp. If you haven’t eaten or slept in a while, come back with us. Take a few hours to recover, and we can look at gathering more raw materials in the morning. Getting Blutz generators is definitely a priority… though we’ll need to be honest with each other about how many of us can control ourselves in that state.”
Been… got a rather less approving response. It was good that he was smart enough to back down; right now, she was not in the mood to be super forgiving when the famous Saiyan tempers began to, inevitably, flare. But she was pretty sure she’d heard him disparage the royals. If she was one hundred per cent sure… that would have ended very badly indeed. As it was, she just let her gaze linger on him for a few moments longer.
“Okay. Good. We have a plan. That’s a start. To the village.”
Power flared about her again as she called up her strength, and burned a blue trail down the mountain to lead the way. Whilst, yes, again, this was something of a risk, the fact was that she didn’t have the first clue about how to suppress her power level, so there was a minimal amount she could do about hiding anyway. The only thing choosing to go slower down the mountain would achieve would be to get her colder and wetter.
And now the inside of her cloak was all wet too. Ugh.
OOC: I'll leave it up to you guys whether we want to continue this thread past the 'lets go to the village' posts or start a new one. Now is a good time to break off and go do other things ('gathering raw materials')
if you like, too!
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