A Monkey, A Bug, and Some Magic Balls Walk Into A Camp Aug 3, 2019 18:20:53 GMT -6
Post by Chromo on Aug 3, 2019 18:20:53 GMT -6
CHROMO'S PL: 1,976,000 (x13P | 152k BASE)
Chromo's narrowed sights remained trained on the saiyan, though he found a frown tugging at his jaws at her first comment in response. "...Urgh, I know how that is." Whether it was her wish-stuff for the Dragon Balls or his failed attempt to push away his pain, Chromo didn't get what he truly wanted often- sometimes he didn't even know what he wanted. He still knew next to nothing about her, but the Bio-Android had began to find some things to relate to, further quelling his anger.
The bug's eye twitched slightly as Nashua seemed to deem him as "not a threat"- Oh, he was powerful AND threatening alright! Though his puffed cheeks and childish pout faded as quickly as it came. Right, he wasn't here to pick a fight... Unless this actually was a trap and he was being stupid, but Chromo decided to cross that bridge when he got there. Trusting the merit of the little character he'd seen from Nashua so far over more concrete evidence felt off to Chromo. This could easily be more lies, but she was generous enough to give him some food only a minute earlier... What to believe, though...?
Chromo glanced to Nashua, the Dragon Balls, and then around the area. His eyes trailed past a nearby boulder... There wasn't anyone else around, so this couldn't be an ambush... "...Alright, alright, whatever. I'll... I'll do whatever I gotta do for the thingy." Not solving things with power felt... off. He was just glad nobody was here to see this. They'd never let he, the great, powerful, and bloodthirsty Chromo, live down listening to the sappy words of some weird lady that he could totally beat. He uncurled from around the Dragon Ball, rolling it next to the Nashua's own. "...But if this actually is a sneaky trap, then you can bet I'll bite your stinkin' nose off!" He hastily added on, though his tone lacked the ravenous tone it did before, taking on a much-less threatening, childish whine. Chromo had been calmed- but for how long?
"Whuh?" The saiyan spoke up again, claiming she already had a wish for him? Was she actually a future-seeing psychic or something that planned to meet him in advance? Possibly! His pondering wouldn't last for long before Chromo's face turned blank with shock, his entire body freezing like a statue as Nashua uttered Kohlra's name. His yellow skin turned a few shades paler at Tarch's name. Waterfalls of sweat dripped down his face. How did she know?!
And in the most unconvincing, rapid, tone with clearly and most obviously the worst cover-up attempt in his entire life, "oH nOoOOO acTUALLy I WASJUSTGONNAWISHFORHETAPAND- AND STUFFANDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-" Busted.
Chromo managed to put a lid on it, smacking himself across the face and shaking his head again to try and bring himself back. ".....y-yeah." He admitted with a quiet, sorrowful whine only the saiyan beside him would be able to make out. Rubbing his watery eyes and pretending like nothing had happened, Chromo cleared his throat again. "And you coulda' told me EARLIER that you were a hecking psychic seer person!" He yammered again. Despite his intense tone, the Bio-Android was more shocked and nervous than angry.
"Or......" Slowly, Chromo's mind began to load another possibility with the speed of a very outdated computer. Maybe she wasn't a psychic. That weird saiyan girl that reminded him of Tarch said something about another kid going off to find a way to revive his mother... And he was here doing the same thing, and if Nashua heard it from someone else, then that could mean... While he stared at nothing in intense thought, Chromo could have sworn he saw something- or someone- in the skies above. Right now, he was far too busy trying to finally put the puzzle pieces together to think on it much, though.