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Post by General Kraktus on Aug 3, 2020 21:52:49 GMT -6
Powerlevel:190,000
Kraktus was in a Clothing Store Glancing at the wears the store had. Normally he'd never be a place like this but he had decided to take a look. Kraktus had not been moving forward in any meaningful way so it was time to find a new direction. He needed to change in some way to keep up with the moving times. He could just take his time but at the rate things were going that time would never come. The side of light grew ever stronger. He had been quite forward thinking in many of his endeavors but now he had to look to the present? But he couldn't think of anything good but then it came to him. Kraktus problem was that he felt uninspired. He needed to spice things up. He had been wearing the same set of armor for years. He needed a new look. While he doubt he'd find anything good in this human store perhaps something would pop out to him. It'd give him an idea of what he needed to wear. It may not of been seen as important but he also got the benefit of learning more about human culture which gave him a tactical advantage. Kraktus glanced at a pair of jeans grunting. "Disgusting. Seems this was a waste."
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Post by Amara on Aug 24, 2020 8:51:34 GMT -6
Thread PL: 180,000 | Items: Blood Ruby Pendant, Battle Armor, Scouter
War never changes. What else never changes? The fact that war makes you tear up your clothing due to all the fighting. Amara has gone through a countless number of suits - custom-tailored by the way - to comfortably fit under her armor while out and about. The commission cost for elastic space-age durable bodysuits was relatively high, too, and Amara was getting annoyed at the tiny hole it was burning into her pocket. Sure she could probably sustainably pay for it for however long she needed... but that didn't make it an agreeable long term option. Part of that was her initiative to stop using them as casual clothes and find an actual set to wear when not actively engaged with something. And the best place to purchase clothes... is at a clothing store. Specifically on Earth, because they tend to have the most reasonable rates.
The LAST thing she expected to find in one such establishment was a monumental - and familiar - source of power. Landing outside the front door, the Stargoon stepped straight in and quirked an eyebrow. "Oh hey Cthulu. What are you doing here?" Of all people to possibly be casually browsing stuff at a clothing store, the squid-like tentacled covered evil mastermind and recent employer of the Stargoons would not be her first guess. "Come to think of it, I've never seen or heard of you being out of your armor... like ever. You DO wash it, right?" Her nose crinkled reflexively, imaging the scent of sweaty seafood. Amara had been feeling down lately and this, so far, was providing a much-needed distraction from her own destructive thoughts. "If you need a recommendation I could totally hook you up with a rad outfit by the end of today." Yes... 'rad'.
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Post by General Kraktus on Aug 24, 2020 11:21:06 GMT -6
Kraktus glanced back as someone called out Cthulhu. He had heard the term before. Some eldritch being some humans believed was an almighty being. Apparently he looked somewhat like him but a mini version. He was more sure that whoever created this Cthulhu ripped off his species. But he was not to judge. It was a terrifying visage he carried himself with. Of course, humans should be afraid. Too bad they were not real. Once he believed in higher beings himself but then he learned that a being that would care to destroy and the universe a living hell didn't exist. Gods exist to keep order, they didn't exist to create chaos. That was why he existed. To shake things up just a bit. Then crush everything into dust.
"What am I doing here? I can ask the same for you Stargoon." Kraktus grunted. She then asked if he had ever been out of his armor. "Of course. I wash it every day. I am a sea born creature. Washing is natural." If washing was dunking into the sea with some cleaning product that happened to kill some nearby afterlife then of course he cleaned. If she meant putting it one of those 'Dryers' machines that humans spoke on about then no. "As for being out of this armor or wearing something else? I wore the same two sets of armor for 8 years. Since I joined the fleet. My General set and my set when I got recruited. I never had a need to get another set. The only reason I am here is I been told Clothes can make you far more imposing. So I decided to give it a go but nothing here is really helpful." She also offered to help him as he grunted. He normally not take it but he knew nothing of clothes. "Fine, I suppose this is your first stargoon contract." He better not get this help out on a bill through or else he'd rip the woman's hairs out.
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Post by Amara on Aug 29, 2020 9:00:33 GMT -6
Amara had her doubts about Kraktus' method of 'cleaning' his stuff, but bit her tongue and said nothing about it - shrugging nonchalantly instead. "Sure, whatever you say temp-boss." Her own suit needed to be dry cleaned regularly. Washing machines wore out the properties that much the stuff elastic, after all... so it could be rather annoying. "So you want, like, to look more threatening or edgy? Simple enough but I doubt we'd find what we need here. Things like capes, glowy bits, and spikes aren't a typical part of an Earth clothing store's selection." And then there was also the problem of Amara needing to get her own shit. "I also came here for a reason... kinda need stuff to wear besides battle gear all the time. Need to save the techo-magic suit for when I actually need it rather than parading the thing around 24/7". Oh well. She'd figure it out. "You looking for anything in particular or are we just gonna take shots in the dark till something sticks?" The sight of a squid-man and the eldritch horror he turned into was already threatening on its' own. Finding complementary pieces that could enhance Kraktus' already terrifying visage would be quite a chore.
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Post by General Kraktus on Aug 29, 2020 13:05:03 GMT -6
"Temp boss?" Kraktus glanced at Amara as she made the idle comment. "I plan to keep your contracts until the end. Next time someone tries to take it I'm going to murder them in cold blood." Kraktus grinned as his aura flared around. He let out a vile cackle that caused some of the people in the store to look at him confused. None of them realized with the flick of his hand he could kill all of them. Such fools, another reason to hate the weak. They never realized how weak they truly were until it was too late. He rubbed his chin as Amara noted that he probably wanted to look more threatening and edgy. "Less the later party. I don't want to look like a cosplaying teenager. But yes, looking a bit more threatening would not do me any harm." However, it seemed the humans didn't have that type of stuff here. "shame then why does this place exist."
Kraktus was about to just leave then Amara noted she needed to wear clothes that were not just her armor sometimes. Instead of looking like herself all the time. "That is not a bad point." Wearing different clothes could be useful. He'd not wear out his armor. "Fine, then I won't blow this place up to bits. Let's find something to actually wear." Kraktus glanced around looking at the clothes. He waved his hand "We can find some more terrifying clothes somewhere else. You seem to know these stores better than me so you can show me where to go after this." That made meant for Amara to do but he didn't care. She was his stargoon, it was her job to help his evil plans. Granted this was not that evil but she didn't need to know that.
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