The Tumultuous Ruins of the Tuffles (Galick, Open) Apr 4, 2019 11:54:41 GMT -6
Post by Date 'Bad Man' on Apr 4, 2019 11:54:41 GMT -6
Thread PL: 24,000
Date has the Scouter Visor equipped
Stories of technologies, ghosts, deadly gases, and all sort of treasures attracted Date to this place. The saiyan had done some scouting with Scallio and came across Mollusc at the Saiba Wastes, but that ignited something in Date the mercenary was all too familiar with, and welcomed: The desire of challenge! He want to pit himself up against the devices of this area of land and those who call it home. He left the Renegade, letting Scallio and the crew that he was going out for a training session out there. He was equipped once more with his various knives, compound bow, and his hollow iron tipped arrows, wearing mostly brown colors from his torso to his boots.
Date arrived at the area, a visual of tilted towers and fallen sky scrapers bearing the designs of the Saiyan Kingdom's own buildings. There were plenty of dark spots for someone to hide, were they aiming to ambush someone or were simply seeking a place of respite. Date had come here intending to find a good fight, to test his abilities. Lisha, his cousin, wouldn't approve, but the Bad Man didn't care. He knew how far behind he was to the heads of the Kingdom, and even just the random stragglers on Earth!
The Mercenary chose to wander the streets, his compound bow opened up and ready to launch at an arrow at a moment's notice. He kept his other hand free, aiming to keep it ready to bring up an arrow at a clearly known enemy. The buildings' metal frames creaked loudly, some of the leaning towers looking ready to fall down at the touch of someone's boot. The energy swathing in this place was adrenaline pumping! Perhaps it belonged to the very ghosts that haunted this place, or perhaps the insidious Destron Gases from some of the oldest factories this fallen city perversely produced.
'This place is certainly not your normal playground,' Date thought to himself, having entered a jog as his eyes darted left and right. His scouter had been registering for any potential threats, scanning for anything with a minimal level of 4,000. If he did get a fight, he hoped his opponent could provide a grand challenge!
Sorta short for an opener, but here it is!