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Post by Kalaboo on Apr 25, 2020 7:50:20 GMT -6
Although his clothes were better fit for a dune sifter, although the loose leather and flax accused a man of great height and form, although the mask that covered his face showed only cold, deadened eyes, the ghost could at last leave the palace at his leisure. Kalabas took this newfound freedom to the bazaar. Bustling with patrons and burdened beasts, a cacophony of haggling, groans, praises for this one or another product, and shouts that filled the pitched tents and adobe hovels. And if Kalabas had first come with purpose, he lost it as soon as before him lumbered a scarab bigger than any he had found on Earth. Easily seventy, eighty times over? It had teal eyes and a red carapace striped with white veins, and yet the most striking of its alien features was a low, drawn rumbling coming from the bristly mouth between its mandibles. It was almost musical. Kalabas looked at those around him, yet none appeared to give the goliath bug much attention. He petted the side of the creature before it passed by.
Some 'streets' further away Kalabas found another scarab, this one clad in dull grey all over and noticeably more bloated than the one he saw before. He stared, circled, and petted the beast, repeating the process some time later when he spotted a much smaller, much stiller yellow specimen laying on a pedestal. This one was not a company pet, as he had first thought, but a statue. The smeared grease clung to his handwrap, and around it came buzzing some pests. These insects, adverse to the saiyan's liking, were summarily crushed. More followed immediately, and they would not stop. In his haste to find a new glove or fabric to wrap around his ghostly hand the saiyan passed by a row of butcher stands. A black furious cloud chased right behind the ghost's steps, who was all too oblivious - he had spotted another of those scarabs.
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Post by Kaal on May 21, 2020 0:06:44 GMT -6
Incredible. Incredible was the only words he had for the amount of power that he had just sensed leaving the palace from afar. Kaal had been wandering the city streets himself in search of things for him to do- always one to help out the people who have welcomed him with open arms, the Vangardian didn't mind at all finding solace within the odd job here or there that he usually found himself doing when he went around looking for work like this. He never did accept any reward in return, as mentioned before, he wanted nothing more than to be able to give back to the people who have given him so much already. But, whenever he did accept any form of payment, he found himself bee-lining it to the city's bazaar straight afterward. He wasn't a spendthrift by any means, he knew how important money was, seeing as he was once dirt poor back on his home-world, but, Kaal always found it satisfying to actually have money to buy whatever he wished these days. He didn't end up buying much though, but, that was besides the point. The point was, he finally could enjoy the feeling of not being poor, while also simultaneously helping out those of whom that were less fortunate than he.
But, today, he was drawn to the bazaar for more than just window shopping. No, he was now there to observe just who in the world would harbor this kind of world-breaking power. As mentioned before, Kaal had very much been able to sense such a, noticeable, power signature leaving the castle walls. Being a warrior, a soldier himself, he immediately became enamored with the signature, wondering who exactly who be holding within their usage such fantastical strength. Within all of his years, he had never encountered such a being.
Even before his time spent being cryogenically frozen, the Vangardians own strength was still a level or so behind whomever this person was. And, not to toot his own horn, but, he hadn't won the biological lottery being weak, so his power before his nearly hundred year hiatus was nothing to scoff at.
Moving on though, the curiosity eventually began too much for him to take, and Kaal immediately began to bee line it for the area of which the presence now found themselves located within- of which was that of the local bazaar in the main square of the capital of Konats. Landing just outside of the entrance, he took careful yet relaxed steps all the same, knowing that not all people who harbored great strength were instantaneously ones to be feared, but also knew that it was best to always remain vigilant. With this situation now being a shining example of such philosophy in work.
As he made his approach through the noise-filled discord and discourse of the bazaar, the heat coupled with the close proximity of the rest of the bodies populating the area making Kaal feel all the more stuffy, he sensed that he was becoming nearer and nearer with each moment past, with the energy now feeling characteristically, militaristic oddly enough- as though he could feel the soldiering similarity between themselves before they even came to meet in person.
This man, while perhaps not the purest of heart, was a soldier all the same as well it seemed- he could tell from the energy, his thousands of years of experience also being a dog of the military enabling him to feel the familiarity within it when comparing it to the energies he felt in the past of his old comrades. Again, perhaps not the most, righteous, of energies, but at least he could bring something up in conversation if they did manage to, as they say, hit it off.
It was a while since he had last seen someone else of a militaristic background, and it would be a breath of nostalgia to be able to talk to someone with the same background as he.
Soon enough, Kaal found himself face to face with the very man he was looking for- an intrigued expression on his face as he found his target a couple streets over from the main bazaar. Seeing that he was having some difficulty with the scarabs of the planet, (he himself would also have trouble if he didn't have an affinity toward magic, that was handy in chasing them off) the thoughtful, youthful looking man raised a palm in the direction of Kalabas- exerting a chilled air toward the formerly ghostly apparition in front of him.
The mini-scarabs, unable to adapt to the sudden change in temperature, immediately fell to the ground around him in shambles. Not dead, but simply within a sort of suspended animation akin to his own imprisonment within ice. How, ironic.
When that momentary irritation was over and done with, Kaal clapped his hands together, dusting himself off as he finally closed the distance between him and Kalabas- using the time taken to do so to look the man over and get a glimpse at what to expect.
Clearly, his clothes weren't exactly the best fit for him- even without a mouth (an interesting attribute nonetheless, was this something he was born with? Or was there much more to unpack there?) his expression as well as the atmosphere he naturally exerted displayed his discomfort. His physical features however did tell the story of that of a man whose had a path forged through battle, and so he assumed his presumptions of a history in a military of some sort correct in nature.
"Please do excuse me if I am, intruding, at all," Kaal began, his eyes following Kalabas' gaze to see the scarab he had been entranced with. "However, you must allow me some, what is it that they say? Slack? Someone of your stature doesn't come around very often, and in all of my years of battle I have not encountered such a powerful presence. If it wouldn't trouble you at all, may I ask your-"
Realizing that, Kalabas couldn't exactly speak without a mouth, he let out a flustered chuckle, now offering instead to perhaps assist him in some way, saying, "I apologize- I forgot momentarily that you are unable to speak. Is there perhaps, then, anything that I may be able to do for you to assist you? Maybe, a quill and parchment to use?"
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