Thread PL: 60,000 As much as Freige was open to accepting and appreciating the cultures and environments of other people and planets, it got taxing after long enough. Earth - compared to Arcose - was almost a scorching wasteland. Everywhere was far, far warmer than anything he was used to in the past. Hence, his shoulders had involuntarily relaxed a fraction at the sight of snowfall, the Arcosian humming quietly in content as he basked in the chilly air. Try as he might, his attempts to convince Nashua to return to Arcose had been... useless. Of course, he hadn't really been pushy about the subject, how could he? He was her subordinate at the end of the day, and he would not risk the happiness of Arcose for his own whims.
He should probably return home soon, his task here having failed. While Freige trusted the proxy he'd appointed in his absence, it was getting a bit absurd that Arcose's primary and secondary leaders were both scuttling about on Earth for no particular reason while the planet was still adjusting to the new... rule of sorts. His hand curled around Arondite, the small black cylinder a reassuring feeling. He'd yet to have to draw the sword on anyone here yet - a far cry from the tense and often violent aura of other planets he'd been too. Earth was... nice. It resembled the general type of place he'd like Arcose to become in the future. An open, free place that welcomed those of all background.
Freige touched down upon the southern shore of the frigid rock, rolling his neck. Perhaps, for now, he could afford some rest.
Sometimes, the heated and disorganized atmosphere that the Earthlings had come to call home became simply too much for the normally busy bodied Arcosian royal, and Polarus just did not wish to deal with it. During times like these, the nobleman liked to hang around places of which reminded him of his homeworld, the North. Specifically that of the place called Yunzabit Heights, seeing as the other available well known mountain range was currently under great duress. As mentioned by Lao, and heard by Polarus himself through his travels, he knew all too well of the gigantic face off between several super powered beings going on just a landscape away from himself, and he was even more well aware of the fact that if he were to attempt to get involved he would most likely get himself killed. He wasn't as, big-headed, like the majority of his race, and knew when the risk heavily outweighed the reward. What did he benefit from meddling in the mess of (presently, he wasn't going to remain so detached from these beings for very long) higher fighters? Nothing but a brutal beatdown. And a beatdown was the last thing the foreigner needed. What he was looking for was information, and so that is what he was going to get.
At least, it was what he was going to try and get, after a small break within the mountaintops of the Yunzabit Heights. Honestly, it was quite frightening just how much it seemed to replicated his own homes environment so well. Then again, it wasn't necessarily that hard, all you needed was some snow and below zero temperatures to try and recreate what common circumstances Polarus found himself in back home. But such circumstances were strangely hard to find on Earth, almost exclusive to the northern regions of the planet or only during the winter season is when he could find himself feeling right at home. Yunzabit Heights was a nice, quaint little place to settle down for a bit though, and he had no problem with making camp there for a little while.
As the Arcosian flew over the mountaintops, looking for a proper place to touch down, his eyes fell upon a strange sight. He halted in his flight, a couple hundred yards off the location of the other Arcosian he had just seen in order to try and see what they were doing out there. Perhaps they themselves were there for the same reason he was?
Sighing, and knowing this could very well be a heavy tactical error to give away his element of surprise, Polarus quickly closed the distance between the two- with the tall-cosian landing a couple yards behind the other Arcosian with an oomph as he touched down. He walked forward, breathing out in a relaxed manner as he stopped just beside the fellow Frost-Demon, looking at the frigid pedestal he stood upon and then to Freige himself as he began to study him more closely. He seemed, familiar.
"Being of the same race, am I right to assume we're both here for the same means?" Polarus asked as he crossed his arms, sighing.
"Ah." Freige blinked, sensing the oncoming signature long before it reached his position. He turned - neither quickly nor slowly, regarding the stranger with a curious glint hidden beneath his otherwise hardened eyes. "I'd say so." The Arcosian replied as soon as Polarus had landed, Freige extending a hand. "I am Freige Feran, current... Viceroy of Arcose. I don't recognize you from anywhere, so you'll have to forgive me if we've met before." He's met quite a fair number of his kin in his short stint as co-administrator of a planet. It would be a near impossible task to remember each and every face, build, and voice... though this Arcosian was certainly large if nothing else.
Whether Polarus returned the handshake or not, he'd retract his arm to fold it behind his back in a gesture of peace. "I didn't expect to find another Arcosian on Earth. Though I suppose if there was a place on this rather warm planet to be, it'd be here. That, or Mount Frappe - but that particular area seems to be... experiencing a bit of turmoil at the moment. I'd have stepped in, but my role on Earth is as a diplomat, not a peacekeeper." Arondite was comfortably looped around his hip, clip slipped into a purposefully crafted crack in his bio-armor. The weapon helped him stay cool, despite noticing that his counterpart wasn't exactly as strong as he was.
"Quite a... interesting planet, if nothing else. I don't think I've met a species so... pure?" Airheaded could be seen as a bit offensive, so the Viceroy made sure to choose his words with care. "Some of the time, they barely even give a passing glance, and other times they seem to think I'm some sort of creature called a 'yeti'." He was rambling now, a bad habit that years of training still had yet to fully iron out. Freige, realizing this, coughed into his hand before gesturing to Polarus. "What about you?"
'The viceroy of Arcose? Here?' Polarus was indeed taken slightly aback at just whom he had come across on what was supposed to be a more laidback experience. While he himself had never been to Arcose, the home-world of nearly all of the rest of his race, due to the fact that he had his own planet of his to take care of, the Arcosian royal was indeed well-versed in the recent events that had taken ahold of it, and the muddled madness the planet had found itself in. First its own existence was threatened by one of their own, and then a Saiyan of all things comes along to take the reigns of leadership in order to bring everything back on track. While his bias against the warrior race did already make Polarus seemingly against the idea of Arcose being ruled by a Saiyan, he knew that it was most likely the lesser of two evils provided to them when all variables were taken into account. Put billions of innocent lives on the line and most likely your own planet, or allow for all of that to be spared but in exchange for having a ruler whose race doesn't exactly have the best track record with your own. He decided that he himself would go with the latter, as objectively it was the better option overall.
Regaining his sensibility, Polarus immediately then bowed in regards to Freiges status, saying, "It is an honor to make your acquaintance, Freige. No, we have not met before, but I have heard much of you from my own sources. I am Polarus Siberias, the current ruler of a lesser known planet whose identity I wish remains a secret for safety purposes that lies within the old territories of the World Trade Fleet." On the topic of this being a strange encounter for several reasons, he allowed himself a low rumble of a chuckle, moving up so that he was standing directly behind and slightly to the side of Freige as he replied, "I am sure we have our reasons for being on this planet, nothing is ever truly coincidence, since I doubt the universe is ever that lazy. As for the chosen scenery, this just so happens to be the only mountain range that I frequent whenever the Earthly atmospheres get too, heated, for my own tastes. I've heard Mount Frappe is in fact even better suited for such breaks, but, as you said..."
Taking a moment to look off in the general direction of the mountain ranges that contained Mount Frappe, Polarus then turned back to Freige, continuing, "...That area seems occupied. And I am too aware of my own strength to believe that I could take on the likes of whatever is being contained within that territory of rock and snow. Perhaps another time, but as it stands currently, it would not be realistic to charge into the fray so brazenly. I've come here with too important an objective to afford to die so quickly and ungracefully. I assume it is the same for you as well?"
As the topic now slowly drifted toward Earth itself and its people, Polarus crossed his arms and began to sympathize heavily with his fellow nobleman, saying with a reassuring tone, "There is no need to withhold using proper terminology with me, Freige. You don't have to, what is it that they say, beat around the bush? When it comes to discussing the Earthlings, airheadedness, when it comes to certain things. You seem to have the easier go of it though, with my naturally taller disposition making it hard to not attract attention wherever I go. Some of them are quite, interesting, about it..."
His thoughts immediately going to that of the human fighter Lao, and his immediate compliance to fighting himself. Shaking it quickly away, Polarus then said to Freige, "Earthlings have been, overall, while not the most proper of people, quite quaint. I'd much prefer their more passive company than that of, say, a Saiyan or something of the sort. They seem, happily unaware. If I were to say ignorant, that would be taking away the benefit of the doubt."
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