Carry your Weight | INVITE May 4, 2019 19:38:33 GMT -6
Post by Carro Hofferson on May 4, 2019 19:38:33 GMT -6
CARRY YOUR WEIGHT
CARRO'S PL: 50
"...A-and so I was, uh, wondering if her highness was available, or, uh..." A short saiyan stammered with a weak smile and his tail between his legs as the harsh glares of two much, much stronger Kingdom guards bore into him like daggers. The three-foot-six adult pulled at his propped shirt collar. Was Saiyan Armor always this tight to wear, or was that just him being tense? "I-I mean, I'd just like to schedule something in advance, maybe, w-whatever time works best?" He shrugged, pretending to not notice the waterfalls of sweat dripping down his face.
The two guards glanced to each other after eyeing the scrawny diplomat up and down. His armor looked like it was held together with crafting glue and tape, and the obvious hesitation tone didn't improve their opinions. Another nobody wanting to strike it good with their leader, it seemed. The usual treatment worked best for these types.
One of the two pointed their hand back, gesturing to the half-open palace doors. "Well, you're in luck, squirt. She just so happens to be available right now." Wait, now?! Wasn't intruding like this rude?!? How would he salvage this first impression?! "W-wait, shouldn't w-w-we w-work out a b-better time? I didn't expect-" He waved his arms, trying to reason once more. "Oh, there's nothing to be afraid of," the second guard lied, "Just walk in and introduce yourself. She'll deeeefinitely be booked later, so better now than never."
Carro bit his lip, unknowingly taking the other Saiyan's bait. "Well, uh, I guess..." He took in a slow breath and adjusted his gloves. What was the worst that could happen? "Just head down the hall and make a few lefts. Queen Kayen's in the room to the right of the medical bay." Carro nodded, finally wiping sweat from his forehead. He gave the two guards a brief thank you and apology for their troubles before slinking into the Saiyan Palace. Well, here he was...
Carro walked by the doors to the medical bay, sucking in a slow breath. He dusted off his dinky armor- his mother said the getup was "a family heirloom from the Empire ages," and that it would "surely give a good impression," but... The paint on the armor was chipped around the corners, and his faded jumpsuit was sewn together in several spots by discolored patches and string. Looking back, it didn't exactly look very good on him. He just hoped he didn't break it more than it already was- he'd get an earful from his family if he came back with it in a dozen pieces.
After looking in the reflection of an empty medical machine to make sure his hair looked okay, Carro finally found himself at his destination. He put a hand on the doorknobs to the room the Saiyan Queen was apparently in, passing a glance to the sign beside it before he entered. "...Wait, gym?" As in, a workout room? For actual fighters- let alone one with the alleged power of a Super Saiyan? Was Kayen actually available, or...? Carro took in one slow breath. Well, he wouldn't get anywhere just standing out here.
With one tug of the handle that he had to stand on his tip-toes to open, Carro heaved the heavy door aside, popping his head tentatively into the room. Now, just as he'd rehearsed his first impression... "Hello? It's the, uh, President of Planet Earth. Carro Hofferson. Are you... busy, or....??" And his voice only cracked once- a new record!