Post by Kalaboo on Nov 6, 2019 20:14:09 GMT -6
It was the end of the first week since his return to Earth and Kalabas already had visited every place in every city in every continent. Well, not every place, or even city, only the ones that mattered: those that could have given him an end to these dogged pursuits of his and what few spots he had taken a liking to in during this first stay. His little desert cabin had been swallowed by a great chasm, and most of the establishments in each city's Little Vegetas had returned to the big one, and a number of his friends and acquaintances had vanished without trace, so all in all... Earth was turning out to be a huge disappointment. Without fail, however, a very particular quality to the planet kept the late Duke around just one more day. Not its Dragon Balls, those cursed little things were not needed by the Kingdom and thus better left alone, but its nature.
Kalabas was not particularly fond of animals, ignored most plants, and felt uneasy in the presence of any large gathering of trees. He did, however, enjoy the sight of mountains so big that they split clouds, green meadows that stretched beyond sight no matter how high he flew, cliffs worn and stalwart and the great dark waves that crashed against them, and even the dust devils that plucked entire boards and stone blocks from his cabin... He had no love for the Great Fissure, however. Its monumentality outshone all other wonders, but the damn thing had done away with home!
He found lodging in Central City, a tiny apartment that he derisively called the 'Cubicle'. It wasn't that bad, but it was certainly no Podcratter Fortress... No, it was bad, and worse than the sights was the noise. Constantly, day and night, the laughs and shouts and cries of children kept Kalabas on edge. He could handle one kid and maybe even engage the little cretin in conversation, but one whole lot of them? Sooner or later, he was bound to lash out. Kalabas opened the blinds one morning, just in time to see a basketball en route to his face. Glass was shattered, blinds destroyed, ink spilled over precious papers, a candle's flame spread to a pillow! As the calamities grew in number Kalabas could only chase after the ball.
Kalabas was not particularly fond of animals, ignored most plants, and felt uneasy in the presence of any large gathering of trees. He did, however, enjoy the sight of mountains so big that they split clouds, green meadows that stretched beyond sight no matter how high he flew, cliffs worn and stalwart and the great dark waves that crashed against them, and even the dust devils that plucked entire boards and stone blocks from his cabin... He had no love for the Great Fissure, however. Its monumentality outshone all other wonders, but the damn thing had done away with home!
He found lodging in Central City, a tiny apartment that he derisively called the 'Cubicle'. It wasn't that bad, but it was certainly no Podcratter Fortress... No, it was bad, and worse than the sights was the noise. Constantly, day and night, the laughs and shouts and cries of children kept Kalabas on edge. He could handle one kid and maybe even engage the little cretin in conversation, but one whole lot of them? Sooner or later, he was bound to lash out. Kalabas opened the blinds one morning, just in time to see a basketball en route to his face. Glass was shattered, blinds destroyed, ink spilled over precious papers, a candle's flame spread to a pillow! As the calamities grew in number Kalabas could only chase after the ball.
***
There was hell to pay.
Kalabas entered the shelter, carried by a ghastly cold aura and in turn carrying a very colorless basketball encased in a thin layer of ice. "I would like to speak to the person in charge..." he announced, even the tremble of his voice resembling the ghostly moan of a schlocky horror movie. He did not intend to project himself so dramatically, necessarily, but it came naturally to him.
