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Post by Mac Bigginton on Feb 24, 2020 7:35:02 GMT -6
Dark clouds filled the sky around Mt. Paozu. Heavy rain poured from the sky filling the forest with its soothing noise. Mac loathed noise. All noise… except for rain. On his world rain was a rare treat. A life giver in a world of death. He had dragged a barrel out to collect the rain for drinking water and to clean out his wounds should the need arise. He looked at the sky with the same unempathetic look he always had. Then he looked to the right then to the left. He quickly took off his jacket and armor. For the first time in a long time, he wanted to feel something on his skin. He climbed up a tree to feel the freedom of being free from the ground. Now He was up in a tree letting the rain hit his bare skin. His chest, while it wasn’t what some might call ‘chiseled’, was definitely more muscular than any fourteen-year-old should be. His upper body was covered with was covered with scars of various shapes and sizes. Many of them where slashes of various sizes, some were clean and smooth like surgical scars, others were rough around the edges, like wounds from an attack. The other scars were small dots of rough skin, bullet scars. However, the most noticeable part was the bandages wrapped around his abdomen, on the right side some splotches of blood were visible. Mac closed his eyes as he felt the rain run against his skin. He was so absorbed in his relaxation that he didn’t even see the space pod make a hole in the clouds and head toward the woods. *BOOOOOM*
The ground, and by extension the tree, rumbled as the roaring crash rippled through the air. Mac nearly lost his balance but managed to stay standing. He looked around surprised by the shock wave caused by the crash. In the distance he saw a plume of smoke rising into the still dark sky. He needed to check it out. Someone might be hurt and if he could get a free favor out of the situation it would be well worth the interruption in his relaxation. He leaped down from the tree, landing with a loud crunch on the leaves that covered the ground. He looked at his equipment. He wanted to put it on, but it would take a while and he wanted to get there quickly. With a sigh, he remained shirtless instead grabbing his combat harness and snapping in on. He made sure his pistol and knife were still secure. He also took the clip out of his pistol to check the ammo. His last full clip. He pushed in back in with a loud click and cocked it before putting back in the holster. Finally, he grabbed his bandana and tied it around his face before putting on his baseball cap. He wanted to keep his identity a secret from anyone he didn’t truly trust. With the little equipment he had, he climbed a tree and began leaping his way toward the crash site. He was very swift moving thought the trees, so it didn’t take him that long to get there. But when he arrived, he was slightly shock by what he found. It was an orb like the one the monkey tailed person arrived in when she got to his home world. He had also seen a few of them in the cities but why was one out here? He leaped down from the tree he was in and landed in the smoldering crater. He pulled out his pistol and started a cautious walk toward the pod. When he was close enough, he reached his right hand out and knocked on it. |
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Post by Eregla on Feb 25, 2020 10:04:56 GMT -6
Eregla’s PL: 2,000
With a pop and a hiss, the door to the pod opened. A shower of sparks rained down over the opening. Within the darkness inside the pod, there was a girl. While she had some human features, she also had features that were decidedly alien in origin. Red blood trickled down one side of her face, caking her blonde hair to her pale white face. Her breathing was fast and shallow, pain racked her features. She was dressed in traditional Namekian garb, which only further served to denote her as not from Earth. Eregla opened her red eyes slowly, hazily looking on at the blurry figure standing in front of her. Fear was her first reaction. She shrunk away, curling a white and green tipped tail around herself defensively. However, whether it was the crash or the journey itself that had weakened her, Eregla’s tail dropped into her lap limply. She just didn’t have the strength to hold it up on her own right now. Her eyelids grew heavy as unconsciousness threatened to take her again. Her breathing grew slower if still pained and ragged. “H-Hel…”It seemed as if trying to get out words was just too much effort for her body. Her eyes rolled back and closed before she could utter another syllable. Interesting enough, Eregla was not the only thing inside of the pod. Slightly behind her seat, a rather intimidating looking spear poked out. On the floor beside the seat was some kind of odd looking contraption. On the other side was a rather tattered looking backpack stuffed to the brim with probably everything sentimental that Eregla has managed to get her hands on before fleeing Namek.
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Post by Mac Bigginton on Feb 27, 2020 22:15:07 GMT -6
Looking in the pod, Mac could only gaze with confusion. He had never seen a being like this before. He had been to the cities and seen many kinds of aliens but this one was new to him. The clothes, however, he could recognize as a garb worn by the green skinned people. Was she one of them? Perhaps a variety he had never seen before. But this was secondary, for his wish had come true, he would have someone owe him a favor. He used his hand to move back her blonde hair to find where the blood was coming from. He found a small gash on her head near the front, easily treatable. He grabbed her by the waist and slung her over his shoulder. Despite being so young, the effort seemed very easy for him. Using one hand to hold her there, he used the other to grab the backpack and the spear. He would have grabbed the machine as well, but he didn’t have the free space. It was fine, he would come back for it after he lay her down at his cabin. With his hands full he couldn’t climb the trees, so he ran instead. Even outside of the trees he was very fast, only taking slightly longer for him to get home than it did for him to get there. When he came to the door, he put the spear and pack down for a moment to open to door before picking them back up. The inside was one large, plain room. There was no electronics to be seen save for a refrigerator in the corner of the room. On the back wall was a wood burning stove a pile of chopped wood in a pile next to it. The remainder of the decorations were a bed in a corner by the door and a table and two chairs opposite the bed. He put her down on the bed and put her supplies over by his own on the table. He put two fingers on her wrist to feel her pulse. It was fine but he needed to treat the bleeding. He grabbed his own ragged backpack and walked over to the bed. He reached in and pulled out a rag, alcohol, and a roll of bandages. He flipped her hair up before he started to work. He put some alcohol on the rag and cleaned her head wound. Next, Mac began wrapping the bandages around her head. With the obvious wound done, now it was time to check for broken bones. He put his hand in the middle of her chest and pressed in with a moderate amount of force. He cringed as the felt the ease with which her chest was pushed in. She had some broken ribs. There wasn’t anything Mac could do about that, so he continued to check her other bones. She had a broken leg too, luckily it didn’t feel shattered so it would be easy to fix. Being the paranoid person, he was, he kept a pile of sticks that would make good splints under his bed. He applied the splint and tied it with strips of animal hide. His patient set up with all he could do, he went back over to his pack and pulled out a metal tin. Taking off the lid, a powerful odor wafted out. A can of smelling salts to keep him awake when his wounds tried to overtake him. He put the tin under her nose and shook it around.
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Post by Eregla on Feb 28, 2020 22:33:26 GMT -6
Unconsciousness was short-lived and unpleasant, filled with nightmares that threatened to take hold. Thankfully, Eregla was pulled out from it shortly. Some horribly jolting smell stung at her nose. Her eyes shot open to see that she definitely had been moved from her pod. Glancing over, she saw a masked figure. That didn’t exactly inspire confidence, now did it? But… she lifted a hand to her head and felt… a bandage around her wound. Her fear and suspicion subsided a bit only to be replaced by confusion.
“H-Hello…”
Eregla tried to sit up but froze when a sharp pain jolted throughout her chest. She fell back onto the bedding with wide eyes and shaky breath. A glance around the room told her a lot about this place. She was reminded of her early childhood home and her home with her father on Namek. It was quaint. Sparsely decorated. It didn’t have the warmth and happiness those other places had though.
She turned her attention back to her rescuer and smiled through the pain. “Ah… thank you for helping me. My name is Eregla… I’m actually from Earth… D-Do you know where my things are?” Being only sixteen years old biologically, she didn’t have a lot of experience with situations like this. She supposed being polite was always a good thing to do though. That was what her father had taught her.
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Post by Mac Bigginton on Mar 4, 2020 10:20:47 GMT -6
Mac watched quietly as her face shifted from fear to confusion. An understandable feeling and one he intended to use to the fullest. She seemed shy and uninitiated in the harshness of life. I made him cringe for a moment before returning his face to normal. “Your things are over there, in the corner,” he pointed behind him without taking his eyes off her. He didn’t trust her. “If you need something ask me, you should rest your wounds.”
He looked her over again. She said she was from Earth, but he had not seen any other like her on this world. He clothes were also very different from what most humans wore. She didn’t seem to be lying, but he needed to make sure. He went to the table with her things and grabbed a chair. He put it next to her bed and sat down in it. “Before you said you are from earth and yet you look nothing like anyone I have seen and your clothing I have only seen on the green skinned people. Tell me,” He leaned over and put his elbows on his knees, giving her a hard, intimidating stare. “what is your explanation?”
While he was trying to look intimidating, he had no intention of hurting her. She could have her uses, perhaps she had something he needed, or had some information that would be useful to him. Right now hurting her was a bad idea, but putting a little scare in someone never hurt.
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Post by Eregla on Mar 7, 2020 18:44:55 GMT -6
Eregla glanced over to where he pointed, relaxing slightly when she saw her things. Given a moment to consider her situation, it struck Eregla that she had been fairly rude to her savior. She offered him a weak if grateful smile. “Ah, thank you… I’m sorry for putting you out like this.” Eregla took a deep breath, taking some time to feel out her injuries carefully with a hand. She winced when she pressed too hard on a spot on her chest. Her eyes trailed over to her savior as he questioned her. She was more confused than afraid of him. And it brought up a lot of questions.
“O-Oh. Well, I’ve been living on Namek for a while… so these are Namekian clothes…” Eregla mumbled in answer, tucking her tail around herself protectively. “But I am from Earth originally. Um, my mother was a human, and my father was an Arcosian. I’m… I guess you could call me more of a hybrid between them and a Namekian… But I'm not here to cause any trouble, I promise! I'm just looking for my uncle.”
She worried that her odd appearance might put Earthlings off. She’d been told that lots of aliens lived on Earth in this age, so she probably shouldn’t have looked terribly strange or foreign. Mm. Well! Maybe he was just shy! Eregla smiled uncertainly and tilted her head to the side. “What’s your name? Do you live alone out here? You’re… human, right? You don’t look like a Zoanthrope.”
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