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Post by Eregla on Apr 1, 2020 15:58:38 GMT -6
Helping Hands with Heavy Hearts Eregla’s PL: 2,000
Despite the onset of spring, it was still pretty chilly this far north. Snow still sat on the ground. It was definitely a harsh change from temperate Namek. Still, Eregla was okay. For one, her mixed heritage made her pretty resistance to cold climates, so this felt pretty nice actually. Not that hotter climates particularly bothered her. Adjusting her pack over her shoulders, she sighed softly to herself. Looking for Uncle Oboe had really been difficult. People on Earth weren’t as communal as people on Namek. Not everybody knew everyone else especially in the larger settlements. It was all a little alienating. Even here, Eregla looked up and glanced around what was supposed to be her hometown. She got the same odd and wary stares as everywhere else! She didn’t know what she had been expecting really. A warm welcome home? Open arms? Eregla sighed. She hadn’t been to Earth in a little over two hundred years. Of course they looked at her like that. They’ve never seen her before. Heck, they had probably never seen anything like her before to be honest. From what she had been able to gather, her father’s tastes in women were the exception. Not the rule. A rare irregularity. Much like herself. It would be fine… if she didn’t feel so alone. Glancing up from the snowy ground, Eregla tried to take another good look around. She knew that she and her parents had lived somewhere around here, but she didn’t exactly remember where that was. As she was looking around, Eregla spotted a kind of… odd figure struggling with a big load of bags and stuff. They were very short, so that led Eregla to assume that they were some sort of child. She hurried over to help and got a better look at the individual in question. Oh! Not a child! A little robot. Still, she was sure it could use a little help. She leaned down and smiled at it. “Hello there! Need some help with those? They look pretty heavy.”
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Post by Carro Hofferson on May 11, 2020 16:56:06 GMT -6
HELPING HANDS WITH HEAVY HEARTS
CARRO's PL: 100 (ANTISENSE)
"C'mon, just...!" Carro pushed and pulled at the crate of supplies that was well over twice his size. Why didn't he think to put a bit more lifting power in his accursed robot body? Maybe that would make up for the desensitization a little bit! Or jet boots so even if he did lift it up, he'd be able to carry it into the truck beside him. Carro dropped back to the ground with a defeated groan. These supplies had to get moving, and fast. It was urgent that he bring at least something to those refugees from Namek! So he pushed himself back to his feet, attempting again to grab the crate by its base. Similarly unsuccessful results followed, but this time his troubles had attracted attention. Carro jolted at the sound of a voice.
"O-oh, uh--! Hi! Hello. Er..." The little robot was caught off-guard, his constant nervousness still present as ever as he looked the woman up and down. She looked... odd, to say the least, but he was no-one to judge with his condition. What did perk him up, though, was the mention of help with his work. "Well, I-I mean, I appreciate the offer but I'm sure I can d-do it on my own, I wouldn't want to interrupt you since I'm sure you have better things to do..." With that he turned around to try and hoist the crate once more with a strained buzz. He managed to lift it an inch off the ground... But a spark from one of his arms promptly caused him to drop it right on his toe. If it wasn't made of metal he'd be in a world of pain right now. Okay, maybe he did need help. "...Well, I-I mean, on, uh, second thought... i-if you have nothing better to do?" The robot shrugged with an awkward and meek smile.
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Post by Eregla on May 28, 2020 13:08:07 GMT -6
HELPING HANDS WITH HEAVY HEARTS
Eregla's PL: 2,000
The little robot guy had a lot more personality than Eregla thought he would! She smiled at him, trying to be reassuring and watched with some concern when he turned around and tried to lift a huge crate with a staining sound that she was sure could not be good. She bit her lip, trying to stop herself from just rushing over and picking up the crate because he said that he could do it on his own. She regretted her hesitation later when he dropped the thing onto his metallic toe. She kneeled down and picked up the edge of the crate so he could move his poor little toe and shifted over to just lift the whole thing up when he accepted her offer after a moment’s consideration. “Hehe, please don’t worry! I’m happy to help. What I was doing can wait. Where should I bring this? Or put this? Do we need to take it somewhere?”Eregla looked down at the robot guy, trying to shift the crate around in her arms. It was kind of cumbersome to hold, so she was just trying to find the optimal carrying position without the risk of accidentally dropping it. She didn’t want to get the little guy into any trouble. Oh! Eregla blinked as she realized that she hadn’t even introduced herself. Gosh. Her dad would have given her such a look if he were still around. “Oh! My name is Eregla Frigid-Cold, by the way! My mom and dad and I all used to live around here, so I thought I’d visit is all, you know? My dad and I moved to Namek a little while ago, but um… some bad guys showed up and so I had to run back here. Um. Their names were Claire and Algere.”Realizing that she was going on a bit of a nervous babble, Eregla clamped her mouth shut and gave the little robot a tiny self-conscious chuckle. She had been alone for so long that the opportunity to talk to someone who would listen made her get a bit carried away. She blushed in embarrassment. She rubbed the back of her head with her tail and grinned sheepishly. “Ah, sorry for babbling like that! It’s just that I’ve kind of been on my own for a while… without anyone to really talk to... and, uh, I’m looking for my Uncle Oboe, but um… I haven’t been having much luck.”
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