Post by Kaizo on Apr 6, 2019 20:21:50 GMT -6
PL: 5,000
Save for his distinct lack of a tail around back, Kaizo looked completely natural in the environment around him. Stark black hair, a few faded scars, a muscular definition, and a 'new' set of second-hand armor which replaced his typical raiding gear. Yes - he looked very much the part of a native Saiyan common warrior type indeed, despite being so far out of his depth the irritated half-breed was deadset on 'relieving' his stress in a very unpeaceful manner later with whoever had come up with this idea in the first place. Never before had he felt... awkward and the weight of the uncomfortable feeling bore down upon him as an oppressive weight, constricting his options and ideas as he simply attempted to get used to the feeling.
The whole situation was so idiotic, he was torn between laughing uncontrollably and stabbing the next passerby who glanced at him oddly. ...Sheesh, he needed a vacation. Though now was not exactly the time for such thoughts - given the longer he stayed within the capital itself the longer he must keep up this ridiculous charade. These people were not his kin, this planet was not his home, and this culture held no merit. He may be of Half-Saiyan blood, but Kaizo was born of the stars - not to a primitive warlike culture which mostly sought to fight things.
This run was mostly to scope out the area, pick up a few supplies with his ill-gotten gains, and perhaps acquire some new ill-gotten gains. After all, the rumors circulating suggested the Queen was off-world temporarily on some sort of mission or rather, giving him a window to operate without royal authority breathing down his spine. He vaguely remembered that she was previously involved in the fine art of space-raiding, the name 'Kayen' popping out of his father's mouth now and again.
Kaizo glanced up, struggling to read the sign and becoming half-sure this building was correct. He only needed some rations and coolant cells for the smaller mechanisms around the ship, so nothing too large - and therefore nothing too suspicious. The imbecile running the place shouldn't raise questions when a Saiyan-looking customer flashed a large number of credits in their face.
Save for his distinct lack of a tail around back, Kaizo looked completely natural in the environment around him. Stark black hair, a few faded scars, a muscular definition, and a 'new' set of second-hand armor which replaced his typical raiding gear. Yes - he looked very much the part of a native Saiyan common warrior type indeed, despite being so far out of his depth the irritated half-breed was deadset on 'relieving' his stress in a very unpeaceful manner later with whoever had come up with this idea in the first place. Never before had he felt... awkward and the weight of the uncomfortable feeling bore down upon him as an oppressive weight, constricting his options and ideas as he simply attempted to get used to the feeling.
The whole situation was so idiotic, he was torn between laughing uncontrollably and stabbing the next passerby who glanced at him oddly. ...Sheesh, he needed a vacation. Though now was not exactly the time for such thoughts - given the longer he stayed within the capital itself the longer he must keep up this ridiculous charade. These people were not his kin, this planet was not his home, and this culture held no merit. He may be of Half-Saiyan blood, but Kaizo was born of the stars - not to a primitive warlike culture which mostly sought to fight things.
This run was mostly to scope out the area, pick up a few supplies with his ill-gotten gains, and perhaps acquire some new ill-gotten gains. After all, the rumors circulating suggested the Queen was off-world temporarily on some sort of mission or rather, giving him a window to operate without royal authority breathing down his spine. He vaguely remembered that she was previously involved in the fine art of space-raiding, the name 'Kayen' popping out of his father's mouth now and again.
Kaizo glanced up, struggling to read the sign and becoming half-sure this building was correct. He only needed some rations and coolant cells for the smaller mechanisms around the ship, so nothing too large - and therefore nothing too suspicious. The imbecile running the place shouldn't raise questions when a Saiyan-looking customer flashed a large number of credits in their face.
