Post by Dravocn on Mar 25, 2018 2:09:23 GMT -5
Among the strange, alien, lands that exist on the planet of Bris, there lies a cacophony of humans and beings retreating from the wars of space that ravaged their home planets. The destructive personalities that reside in every being seem to crawl out of hiding when desperation surrounding the impatient and spiteful beings. There were several humans that found refuge in the refuse and despicable livelihoods that follow a poor man's game. The great few humans that populated the planet who surprisingly could afford to make a home in upper-middle-class homes were on their last legs, especially considering the fact that there was a powerful Acrosian who simply didn't appreciate their presence on their planet and nearly wiped the race itself off the face of the universe. The many craters that cover the planet were from that precise cause, a xenophobic Acrosian who simply wanted them off of their land.
This was not something that the Chronic didn't understand, after all, should aliens cover his own planet, he couldn't trust them to not corrupt his world. He had rather high standards for himself as well as others, though sadly this makes him a rather passive creature, typically not using aggression but calm and smooth negotiations in bouts of conflict. This was not a great way to power and the Chronic understood this fact, though when he is surrounded by greatly powered creatures that could easily kill him in an instant, it was best to simply listen. Hence the reason why he was one in the ranks of the Acrosian Empire, he didn't exactly agree with much of their ways but didn't dispute or argue, simply going along with their rules. A skilled negotiator under the Empire's ranks not to mention the interrogation skills, he was clearly an ally to anyone who saw him work, a being who makes sure to keep his truest of intentions close to his chest.
The man was dressed in his usual attire, having designed each of his outfits himself once he got the money to do so. A nice pitch black suit to compliment his absolutely pale skin which was just as, if not more, white as most of the Acrosians that populate the planet. The velvet dress shirt under his jacket was just a bit lighter than the jacket's jet black form. A violet tie wrapped around his neck and stretched down by the upper end of his abdomen, where the jacket was buttoned, leaving room for the upper torso to expose the nice cloth that was under the outfit itself. A silver buckle on his belt that blends in with the dress jet black dress pants and polished dress shoes rested on his waist, between two beautifully white gloves with gentle floral designs in them.
The Chronic was a strange looking being for anyone, but his outfit wasn't exactly saying stop looking at me, even if he could easily vanish in the shadows if his skin was covered. The smile on his face as he took a stroll through the public streets after work was very prominent on his face, his deeply violet eyes seemed iridescent as his hair matched the color of his suit. A rather dark being who simply couldn't help but turn the darkness into a lovely display of proper etiquette and formal beauty. The man was just as dazzling as the world surrounding him, making him ever so slightly seem like he belongs, while also making him stand out among the rest of the populace. After all, a bright white skinned man who's dressed in nothing but black is hard to miss when you say that he's basically human.
Human, is what they consider the man considering the fact that he looks no different than these people and no special organs that differed from the human organism. So the entirety of these beings call him human, he assumes this is more of a term for those who look like him as he knows what he is. He simply doesn't seem to feel the need to tell them what his race actually is, considering he doesn't want anyone coming to his homeworld and showing just as much depravity to them as they had shown him. He was not a happy person, he wore a smile, but he was typically unhappy with the way of life these beings lived. He liked change, but this was nothing like progress, this was a regression, and he was not a fan. The smile on his face belied the contentment in his soul, not contempt, just content, he had no reason to believe that there was no hope for progress in this world. After all, his people reached something close to perfection in government as well as a way of life, why can't these beings? Perhaps they're just primitive, after all, their ships were nothing like his own, and he built that thing by himself.
The man passed by the tailor shop, having gotten the threads he wanted for his future gloves and outfits that were currently in the planning stage. He headed down the beautifully crafted golden streets with crimson etchings along the edges, the man could see his reflection in the walkway as there was a heavy upkeep rule when it came to the cleanliness of the city area. Eventually, he came up to the steps of a rather interesting building, he was not exactly sure what this sort of building was doing in this type of society, a smithy was surely a strange sight. Granted, it was more like an engineer's shop, but it was still odd to see blades and metal formations laid out for display in this society. Perhaps it was the military's personal addition for those who would use those sort of weapons, either way, it was strange that it was sitting in this society.
He strolled up and entered slowly and curiously, his eyes examining the area as the place was stacked wall to wall with blades, spears, weapons in general. Some stands even had armors, which considering the biology of the Acrosians, armor made no sense. This was a very out of place area, clearly, and in such a high class and expensive society. The man didn't understand what he was doing other than making himself more confused, a writ in hand for the metals he needed, he approached the counter with his smile still plastered on his face. Eventually, after waiting patiently, the shopkeeper's assistant noticed him while in the middle of purifying an ore into an ingot. The assistant put his tongs down carefully and rushed up to the counter and cleared his throat before speaking excitedly if not nervously.
"Uh, um. Ye-yes sir? How can I do for you? Ah, uh, What, can I do for you?" the shopkeeper's assistant asked, hope in his voice. This one was a human, he was young, probably in his early twenties, his skin was darkened by the forge he used, eyes a rather hazel color. His hair matched the eyes with a rather brown and raggedy hairstyle, he was nervous yet his arm was finely toned to lean muscle. It was interesting to see a human running a shop here, not to mention a fancy looking building for a forge... underground activity involvement, or simply military use in excess? He wasn't sure at this point, but the human seemed eager to help.
"Yes, my name is Dravocn, I come from the Acrosian Scientific Advancement Program. I have a writ from the empire asking for several tons of Titanium, Lead, and Copper. If you can produce such, that would be greatly appreciated, the government is willing to pay the expenses for you as we are on the verge of a breakthrough." The Chronic spoke with a smile, trying to give an empathetic feel to his voice despite his confusion, understanding that humans weren't exactly favored by the people here.
"Ah, yes, sir." he said happily and slightly relieved "I have to say, it's nice to see a Human made it out of the dark and into such high standing, sir." he said with pride, taking the human features and fine clothes as hope for the human race on this planet. He took the writ and examined it before nodding and putting it in the 'books' as it were. The boy looked up to the Chronic and took a bow "Was there anything else you needed?" he asked happily.
The Chronic was about to reply but then there was an interruption, as an Acrosian of silver flesh and opal gem encrusted skull and chest. "I believe his business is concluded, child. Now, have you finished your chores?" he asked the boy, to which the boy looked over to the forge and shook his head.
"N-no, sir." he said.
"Then I'd suggest we get done with them, wouldn't you?" he asked with a smile, most people would be able to see through such ill practiced smiling, it was clear that he was using the boy as free labor in exchange for shelter, letting him do as he wished with whatever money he was somehow gaining from this out of place business for himself.
The Chronic said nothing, instead nodding and taking a light bow before leaving, taking note that there was still plenty of corruption under the nose of the government. Not that those in power would really care for such a meager population not to mention how weak they were. He was simply not one to deal with the terribleness of these sorts of people, he just wasn't strong enough to deal with those people, much less the authorities or his own upper management. He wasn't in full understanding, but he was thankful that he was provided what he required to do what he needed by the government. He even got his first ever payment on this planet today, it took him over five years to do it, but he's finally gotten paid and he planned on enjoying his day.
The man sighed as he passed through the city and brought himself to a restaurant, the building itself was suggested to him by one of his co-workers when he asked for what were good places to visit on this planet. As he'd never left the workplace for leisure since getting out of his dungeon cell, he had to ask in order to make sure he wasn't wandering aimlessly through the city outside of the laboratory. He'd gotten his job done, and he was planning on enjoying the cuisine, a key difference in culture is typically one's food, and he wanted to have a few bites. Upon entering the building, he was quickly greeted by the attendant who looked him up and down, unsure of how to react to a finely dressed 'human'.
"Hello, sir. How may I serve you today?" he asked, unable to produce anything about his genuine feelings while on duty. So the blue gem encrusted changeling simply smiled faintly while his tail flicked back and forth in anticipation to get this lesser being out of his face.
"I'd like a table for one, please." The Chronic said happily and watched the tail flick about, his smile refusing to leave his face, as it was seemingly etched into the marble that was his face.
The changeling nodded, though confused, how could a human afford such a place by himself without a changeling escort or ally. Instead of pondering this out loud, he remained silent and smiled and waved his arm outward toward his side and spoke again "Right this way, sir." he said in false happiness. It was not uncommon for the Chronic to get odd glances or hear faint whispers about his existence. If anything, this was just a generally opposite reaction from the kind of reaction he would get at home, just displayed in the same way that his home had. The Changeling with blue gems in his body took a bow after leading him to a free table by the window "A waiter will be right this way sir, I do hope you enjoy your meal." he said before making a brisk walk toward his station once again.
The environment in this establishment was just as extravagant as the rest of the place, the curtains were a deep velvet red with golden bars to which they hang. The walls were a light peach-orange mix, perhaps much like orange rose quarts. The floor was a fine wine red linoleum for ease of cleaning, the tables were a fine dark wood, of which was not defined, it was unlikely to be oak as it was too dark for that, perhaps spruce? The sort of wood only mattered to interior designer regardless. The silverware was a polished silver, not general metal like most silverware, actual glistening silver. It was quite the environment, no condiments were on the tables, simply a bowl of bread.
The Chronic was impressed, but not as impressed as he would be if it was anything like his home. He took his seat and waited in silence as the waitresses took tables. As expected of an establishment like this, their uniforms consisted of luxurious maid outfits, such and oddity to see, but he assumed it was because creatures are still interested in the 'untouchables' as the changelings would typically claim 'the help'. Soon he was greeted by a female waitress who seemed just happy to survive the annihilation of plenty of the city itself from a Death Ball. She was a slender female Acrosian, her gems were of a light violet, not a normal job for an Acrosian to have, but it was nice to see someone like them in a working-class job.
"Hello, my name is Celcy, I will be your waitress this evening. How may I serve you, sir?" she said with what seemed to be either a very well practiced fake happiness, or genuine interest. Her thin little tail flicked around, her face seemed to hold such a sweet smile and her voice was simply sweet. The Chronic was taken a bit aback by this, but otherwise smiled back and nodded.
"I would like a menu." he said with a light chuckle as his eyes were locked on her face, he was a gentleman, not some perv, he detested the idea of checking out the 'assets' of a woman, a disturbing habit of what seemed to be most males in existence and severely annoying. Then again he may have chivalry just drilled into his head too well... he wasn't too sure, just sure that he didn't like many males in general.
The waitress flinched and before giggling and nodded "Oh, yes, yes, sorry. I forgot to give you your menu. Silly me." she said, almost laying on the clumsy personality a bit too thick, but still managing to keep a cute presence to herself. She handed him one of the booklets that was the menu, a long list of dishes were sitting on each page and he simply chuckled at the existence of so many things. Surely they'd be wasting money to have so many things on the menu and not use all of the ingredients that each of these dishes would require. Perhaps they had something to cover that problem and that most people were here for the aesthetic appeal and company of the place rather than its food. He was not entirely sure, but he was sure that this girl was clearly used to being looked at because... quite honestly, the number of eyes from male Acrosians and Human servants alike on her was ridiculous. He actually felt bad for her becoming prey so easily, he'd hoped she at least hid behind that cute exterior a personality that befitted an Acrosian so that she may defend herself against these disgusting predatory creatures.
After a bit of examining his menu, he cracked his neck and took a breath. He looked up at the girl and smiled after putting his menu down. "I'd like you to take a seat, dear. That is what I wish." he said and motioned his hand toward the seat across from him, trying not to come across as someone who's coming on to her, and trying to not blatantly say that he's trying to keep the men from staring.
The Acrosian girl was caught a bit off guard by the suggestion, her tail lying still suddenly as she stared at him, thinking over the situation. She wasn't sure what the insinuation was, nor his intent. At first, she assumed he was trying to ask her out, something her family, let alone herself, wouldn't allow a lesser being to even attempt, though she commended the absolute balls of the man to make her think that he was suggesting such a thing. The female slowly developed a light pink to her cheeks as she began to admire the man for his courage, before shaking her head "I'm sorry sir, I am currently working. I can be your server today however." she said after coming to her own thoughts again, leaning up to him with a light pink on her cheeks "But if you wish, we can hang out after I'm off of work tonight." she said before correcting her posture quickly and looking down on him with intense embarrassment and surprise on her face.
This caused the Chronic to smile and nod before he picked his menu back up "If you don't mind then, I'll have whatever you'd recommend. There are so many dishes, it would take a while to decide." he said with a light chuckle, his voice as calm, sweet, and seemingly magically enchanting as ever. His eyes soft as he looked upon her cheeks, quite enjoying the blush on her face. She nodded and took a quick leave from the table, her tail frantically whipping around from embarrassment. As she left, the Chronic glared at the disgusting creatures that stared her down with such disgusting eyes, he was half tempted to cause them to pass out in their food as punishment.
After a bit of time had passed, the Chronic had finished his meal and tipped the girl rather... extravagantly. By that, we mean that he had paid for his meal, twice, half for payment, half for her tip. After he left the building, the man decided to not disappoint the girl who seemed to feel the need to whisper to him before, so he stayed late after to make sure he can 'hang out' as she put it. His plan was merely to walk her home in the case that she would be attacked by any of the men that stared at her, and he had plenty of ways to defeat someone stronger than him, being sure to wear Sloth's Respite for minimal chaos.
Once the Acrosian arrived, he greeted her with a smile and a wave. She nodded to him rather than respond in kind to a lower lifeform. He took no offense, at this point he was used to the behaviors of these people. His eyes wandering to find predators to protect the girl. He could feel far stronger powers on this planet, but not so many that they can be considered commonfolk, so he wasn't too worried. The night sky was quite the sight to behold, it seemed as though for a brief moment that the Kolds had all of the universe's beauty to themselves. Though Dravocn had his own opinions on the rankings of beauty, and his homeworld topped it all. His eyes locked back onto the Kold girl, who had begun walking to her home. His smile widened for a second before he followed behind her, showing her his subservience to the race of the girl, while also being sure not to fall too far behind her as he didn't wish to invoke her ire.
The night was quiet, only a few people walking around, seemingly going home as their shifts had ended. He spotted some rubberneckers but did not act immediately upon them, his plans were to stop their actions, not their fantasies. He continued smiling as he escorted her, making little conversation, convinced that her kindness from earlier was simply because she was at work... or that she had to keep a public face of superiority. Either way, Dravocn still had not regretted his decision to 'hang out' as she put it earlier. It wasn't long before a few males surrounded them, their intent... was assumed as hostile... and vile. Dravocn's smile quickly vanished his mouth more like a straight line than curved. He waited for the men to start propositioning, or worse, his own intent was more toward torture than murder.
The darkest intentions raced through his mind as before their intentions with the female were made clear, he was attacked, a knee firmly lodged in his stomach. He chuckled and promptly drove his finger into the leg, without piercing the flesh, of course, Sloth's Respite was meant for less lethal endeavors. The toxins that were to flow through were to numb the nerves and relax the muscles slowly. The more contact, or the longer the contact made, the more intense the effects would become, sometimes resulting in comatose or paralysis. This was usually used in acupuncturists offices, and occasionally massage parlors. Dravocn's fighting style was based on acupuncture, using the fingers or knuckles, and his methods had a bit of biochemistry and botany mixed in.
Naturally, the toxins took a bit to take effect, only confusing and annoying the thug at first. Dravocn then promptly jabbed his fingers into the other thug to his side, jabbing the kidney. The two confused malcontents still hadn't felt the effects and were starting to feel offended, now beating into him harder, only to be responded not with groans of pain, but more jabs to their flesh before suddenly, they started feeling tired, and fell to the ground.
Dravocn then returned his attention to the men attacking the female, promptly gripping the back of their necks nice and tight, lodging his fingers into their pressure points until they were on their knees. "I don't know about you four, but there is a certain conduct one must hold themselves too and you have violated all of the rules in that code. Do you have anything to say for yourselves?" he asked them, waiting for the effects of the toxins to kick in.
After a bit of whining from the pain, the two miscreants started speaking between irritated grunts of pain "You don't know who you're dealing with. You'll pay for this. Ahh, would you let go of me?" to which Dravocn chuckled "Of course children, you will have to forgive my aggression..." he said happily before letting go, dropping them and watching them pass out. His face returned to its usual supernatural smile, looking to the girl happily "I don't think they'll bother you again, shall we return you to your home?" he asked. To which the girl replied with a nod of confusion, and mild worry, but grateful for his kindness.
The two moved calmly through the streets, leaving the four unconscious bodies unharmed and on the streets. Dravocn smiled happily at the girl as they reached her home, bowing to her as he stood at the base of the stairs "Good night, dear. If you like, I may come to help again, if I am able of course." he chuckled. She smiled and nodded, leaving the man to his night as she entered her home, unsure as to what his original intentions were with her earlier and confused. Dravocn then walked off, returning to the bodies and carried them on his shoulders, two by two, taking them to jail where he would request their jailtime be spent in his service.
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This was not something that the Chronic didn't understand, after all, should aliens cover his own planet, he couldn't trust them to not corrupt his world. He had rather high standards for himself as well as others, though sadly this makes him a rather passive creature, typically not using aggression but calm and smooth negotiations in bouts of conflict. This was not a great way to power and the Chronic understood this fact, though when he is surrounded by greatly powered creatures that could easily kill him in an instant, it was best to simply listen. Hence the reason why he was one in the ranks of the Acrosian Empire, he didn't exactly agree with much of their ways but didn't dispute or argue, simply going along with their rules. A skilled negotiator under the Empire's ranks not to mention the interrogation skills, he was clearly an ally to anyone who saw him work, a being who makes sure to keep his truest of intentions close to his chest.
The man was dressed in his usual attire, having designed each of his outfits himself once he got the money to do so. A nice pitch black suit to compliment his absolutely pale skin which was just as, if not more, white as most of the Acrosians that populate the planet. The velvet dress shirt under his jacket was just a bit lighter than the jacket's jet black form. A violet tie wrapped around his neck and stretched down by the upper end of his abdomen, where the jacket was buttoned, leaving room for the upper torso to expose the nice cloth that was under the outfit itself. A silver buckle on his belt that blends in with the dress jet black dress pants and polished dress shoes rested on his waist, between two beautifully white gloves with gentle floral designs in them.
The Chronic was a strange looking being for anyone, but his outfit wasn't exactly saying stop looking at me, even if he could easily vanish in the shadows if his skin was covered. The smile on his face as he took a stroll through the public streets after work was very prominent on his face, his deeply violet eyes seemed iridescent as his hair matched the color of his suit. A rather dark being who simply couldn't help but turn the darkness into a lovely display of proper etiquette and formal beauty. The man was just as dazzling as the world surrounding him, making him ever so slightly seem like he belongs, while also making him stand out among the rest of the populace. After all, a bright white skinned man who's dressed in nothing but black is hard to miss when you say that he's basically human.
Human, is what they consider the man considering the fact that he looks no different than these people and no special organs that differed from the human organism. So the entirety of these beings call him human, he assumes this is more of a term for those who look like him as he knows what he is. He simply doesn't seem to feel the need to tell them what his race actually is, considering he doesn't want anyone coming to his homeworld and showing just as much depravity to them as they had shown him. He was not a happy person, he wore a smile, but he was typically unhappy with the way of life these beings lived. He liked change, but this was nothing like progress, this was a regression, and he was not a fan. The smile on his face belied the contentment in his soul, not contempt, just content, he had no reason to believe that there was no hope for progress in this world. After all, his people reached something close to perfection in government as well as a way of life, why can't these beings? Perhaps they're just primitive, after all, their ships were nothing like his own, and he built that thing by himself.
The man passed by the tailor shop, having gotten the threads he wanted for his future gloves and outfits that were currently in the planning stage. He headed down the beautifully crafted golden streets with crimson etchings along the edges, the man could see his reflection in the walkway as there was a heavy upkeep rule when it came to the cleanliness of the city area. Eventually, he came up to the steps of a rather interesting building, he was not exactly sure what this sort of building was doing in this type of society, a smithy was surely a strange sight. Granted, it was more like an engineer's shop, but it was still odd to see blades and metal formations laid out for display in this society. Perhaps it was the military's personal addition for those who would use those sort of weapons, either way, it was strange that it was sitting in this society.
He strolled up and entered slowly and curiously, his eyes examining the area as the place was stacked wall to wall with blades, spears, weapons in general. Some stands even had armors, which considering the biology of the Acrosians, armor made no sense. This was a very out of place area, clearly, and in such a high class and expensive society. The man didn't understand what he was doing other than making himself more confused, a writ in hand for the metals he needed, he approached the counter with his smile still plastered on his face. Eventually, after waiting patiently, the shopkeeper's assistant noticed him while in the middle of purifying an ore into an ingot. The assistant put his tongs down carefully and rushed up to the counter and cleared his throat before speaking excitedly if not nervously.
"Uh, um. Ye-yes sir? How can I do for you? Ah, uh, What, can I do for you?" the shopkeeper's assistant asked, hope in his voice. This one was a human, he was young, probably in his early twenties, his skin was darkened by the forge he used, eyes a rather hazel color. His hair matched the eyes with a rather brown and raggedy hairstyle, he was nervous yet his arm was finely toned to lean muscle. It was interesting to see a human running a shop here, not to mention a fancy looking building for a forge... underground activity involvement, or simply military use in excess? He wasn't sure at this point, but the human seemed eager to help.
"Yes, my name is Dravocn, I come from the Acrosian Scientific Advancement Program. I have a writ from the empire asking for several tons of Titanium, Lead, and Copper. If you can produce such, that would be greatly appreciated, the government is willing to pay the expenses for you as we are on the verge of a breakthrough." The Chronic spoke with a smile, trying to give an empathetic feel to his voice despite his confusion, understanding that humans weren't exactly favored by the people here.
"Ah, yes, sir." he said happily and slightly relieved "I have to say, it's nice to see a Human made it out of the dark and into such high standing, sir." he said with pride, taking the human features and fine clothes as hope for the human race on this planet. He took the writ and examined it before nodding and putting it in the 'books' as it were. The boy looked up to the Chronic and took a bow "Was there anything else you needed?" he asked happily.
The Chronic was about to reply but then there was an interruption, as an Acrosian of silver flesh and opal gem encrusted skull and chest. "I believe his business is concluded, child. Now, have you finished your chores?" he asked the boy, to which the boy looked over to the forge and shook his head.
"N-no, sir." he said.
"Then I'd suggest we get done with them, wouldn't you?" he asked with a smile, most people would be able to see through such ill practiced smiling, it was clear that he was using the boy as free labor in exchange for shelter, letting him do as he wished with whatever money he was somehow gaining from this out of place business for himself.
The Chronic said nothing, instead nodding and taking a light bow before leaving, taking note that there was still plenty of corruption under the nose of the government. Not that those in power would really care for such a meager population not to mention how weak they were. He was simply not one to deal with the terribleness of these sorts of people, he just wasn't strong enough to deal with those people, much less the authorities or his own upper management. He wasn't in full understanding, but he was thankful that he was provided what he required to do what he needed by the government. He even got his first ever payment on this planet today, it took him over five years to do it, but he's finally gotten paid and he planned on enjoying his day.
The man sighed as he passed through the city and brought himself to a restaurant, the building itself was suggested to him by one of his co-workers when he asked for what were good places to visit on this planet. As he'd never left the workplace for leisure since getting out of his dungeon cell, he had to ask in order to make sure he wasn't wandering aimlessly through the city outside of the laboratory. He'd gotten his job done, and he was planning on enjoying the cuisine, a key difference in culture is typically one's food, and he wanted to have a few bites. Upon entering the building, he was quickly greeted by the attendant who looked him up and down, unsure of how to react to a finely dressed 'human'.
"Hello, sir. How may I serve you today?" he asked, unable to produce anything about his genuine feelings while on duty. So the blue gem encrusted changeling simply smiled faintly while his tail flicked back and forth in anticipation to get this lesser being out of his face.
"I'd like a table for one, please." The Chronic said happily and watched the tail flick about, his smile refusing to leave his face, as it was seemingly etched into the marble that was his face.
The changeling nodded, though confused, how could a human afford such a place by himself without a changeling escort or ally. Instead of pondering this out loud, he remained silent and smiled and waved his arm outward toward his side and spoke again "Right this way, sir." he said in false happiness. It was not uncommon for the Chronic to get odd glances or hear faint whispers about his existence. If anything, this was just a generally opposite reaction from the kind of reaction he would get at home, just displayed in the same way that his home had. The Changeling with blue gems in his body took a bow after leading him to a free table by the window "A waiter will be right this way sir, I do hope you enjoy your meal." he said before making a brisk walk toward his station once again.
The environment in this establishment was just as extravagant as the rest of the place, the curtains were a deep velvet red with golden bars to which they hang. The walls were a light peach-orange mix, perhaps much like orange rose quarts. The floor was a fine wine red linoleum for ease of cleaning, the tables were a fine dark wood, of which was not defined, it was unlikely to be oak as it was too dark for that, perhaps spruce? The sort of wood only mattered to interior designer regardless. The silverware was a polished silver, not general metal like most silverware, actual glistening silver. It was quite the environment, no condiments were on the tables, simply a bowl of bread.
The Chronic was impressed, but not as impressed as he would be if it was anything like his home. He took his seat and waited in silence as the waitresses took tables. As expected of an establishment like this, their uniforms consisted of luxurious maid outfits, such and oddity to see, but he assumed it was because creatures are still interested in the 'untouchables' as the changelings would typically claim 'the help'. Soon he was greeted by a female waitress who seemed just happy to survive the annihilation of plenty of the city itself from a Death Ball. She was a slender female Acrosian, her gems were of a light violet, not a normal job for an Acrosian to have, but it was nice to see someone like them in a working-class job.
"Hello, my name is Celcy, I will be your waitress this evening. How may I serve you, sir?" she said with what seemed to be either a very well practiced fake happiness, or genuine interest. Her thin little tail flicked around, her face seemed to hold such a sweet smile and her voice was simply sweet. The Chronic was taken a bit aback by this, but otherwise smiled back and nodded.
"I would like a menu." he said with a light chuckle as his eyes were locked on her face, he was a gentleman, not some perv, he detested the idea of checking out the 'assets' of a woman, a disturbing habit of what seemed to be most males in existence and severely annoying. Then again he may have chivalry just drilled into his head too well... he wasn't too sure, just sure that he didn't like many males in general.
The waitress flinched and before giggling and nodded "Oh, yes, yes, sorry. I forgot to give you your menu. Silly me." she said, almost laying on the clumsy personality a bit too thick, but still managing to keep a cute presence to herself. She handed him one of the booklets that was the menu, a long list of dishes were sitting on each page and he simply chuckled at the existence of so many things. Surely they'd be wasting money to have so many things on the menu and not use all of the ingredients that each of these dishes would require. Perhaps they had something to cover that problem and that most people were here for the aesthetic appeal and company of the place rather than its food. He was not entirely sure, but he was sure that this girl was clearly used to being looked at because... quite honestly, the number of eyes from male Acrosians and Human servants alike on her was ridiculous. He actually felt bad for her becoming prey so easily, he'd hoped she at least hid behind that cute exterior a personality that befitted an Acrosian so that she may defend herself against these disgusting predatory creatures.
After a bit of examining his menu, he cracked his neck and took a breath. He looked up at the girl and smiled after putting his menu down. "I'd like you to take a seat, dear. That is what I wish." he said and motioned his hand toward the seat across from him, trying not to come across as someone who's coming on to her, and trying to not blatantly say that he's trying to keep the men from staring.
The Acrosian girl was caught a bit off guard by the suggestion, her tail lying still suddenly as she stared at him, thinking over the situation. She wasn't sure what the insinuation was, nor his intent. At first, she assumed he was trying to ask her out, something her family, let alone herself, wouldn't allow a lesser being to even attempt, though she commended the absolute balls of the man to make her think that he was suggesting such a thing. The female slowly developed a light pink to her cheeks as she began to admire the man for his courage, before shaking her head "I'm sorry sir, I am currently working. I can be your server today however." she said after coming to her own thoughts again, leaning up to him with a light pink on her cheeks "But if you wish, we can hang out after I'm off of work tonight." she said before correcting her posture quickly and looking down on him with intense embarrassment and surprise on her face.
This caused the Chronic to smile and nod before he picked his menu back up "If you don't mind then, I'll have whatever you'd recommend. There are so many dishes, it would take a while to decide." he said with a light chuckle, his voice as calm, sweet, and seemingly magically enchanting as ever. His eyes soft as he looked upon her cheeks, quite enjoying the blush on her face. She nodded and took a quick leave from the table, her tail frantically whipping around from embarrassment. As she left, the Chronic glared at the disgusting creatures that stared her down with such disgusting eyes, he was half tempted to cause them to pass out in their food as punishment.
After a bit of time had passed, the Chronic had finished his meal and tipped the girl rather... extravagantly. By that, we mean that he had paid for his meal, twice, half for payment, half for her tip. After he left the building, the man decided to not disappoint the girl who seemed to feel the need to whisper to him before, so he stayed late after to make sure he can 'hang out' as she put it. His plan was merely to walk her home in the case that she would be attacked by any of the men that stared at her, and he had plenty of ways to defeat someone stronger than him, being sure to wear Sloth's Respite for minimal chaos.
Once the Acrosian arrived, he greeted her with a smile and a wave. She nodded to him rather than respond in kind to a lower lifeform. He took no offense, at this point he was used to the behaviors of these people. His eyes wandering to find predators to protect the girl. He could feel far stronger powers on this planet, but not so many that they can be considered commonfolk, so he wasn't too worried. The night sky was quite the sight to behold, it seemed as though for a brief moment that the Kolds had all of the universe's beauty to themselves. Though Dravocn had his own opinions on the rankings of beauty, and his homeworld topped it all. His eyes locked back onto the Kold girl, who had begun walking to her home. His smile widened for a second before he followed behind her, showing her his subservience to the race of the girl, while also being sure not to fall too far behind her as he didn't wish to invoke her ire.
The night was quiet, only a few people walking around, seemingly going home as their shifts had ended. He spotted some rubberneckers but did not act immediately upon them, his plans were to stop their actions, not their fantasies. He continued smiling as he escorted her, making little conversation, convinced that her kindness from earlier was simply because she was at work... or that she had to keep a public face of superiority. Either way, Dravocn still had not regretted his decision to 'hang out' as she put it earlier. It wasn't long before a few males surrounded them, their intent... was assumed as hostile... and vile. Dravocn's smile quickly vanished his mouth more like a straight line than curved. He waited for the men to start propositioning, or worse, his own intent was more toward torture than murder.
The darkest intentions raced through his mind as before their intentions with the female were made clear, he was attacked, a knee firmly lodged in his stomach. He chuckled and promptly drove his finger into the leg, without piercing the flesh, of course, Sloth's Respite was meant for less lethal endeavors. The toxins that were to flow through were to numb the nerves and relax the muscles slowly. The more contact, or the longer the contact made, the more intense the effects would become, sometimes resulting in comatose or paralysis. This was usually used in acupuncturists offices, and occasionally massage parlors. Dravocn's fighting style was based on acupuncture, using the fingers or knuckles, and his methods had a bit of biochemistry and botany mixed in.
Naturally, the toxins took a bit to take effect, only confusing and annoying the thug at first. Dravocn then promptly jabbed his fingers into the other thug to his side, jabbing the kidney. The two confused malcontents still hadn't felt the effects and were starting to feel offended, now beating into him harder, only to be responded not with groans of pain, but more jabs to their flesh before suddenly, they started feeling tired, and fell to the ground.
Dravocn then returned his attention to the men attacking the female, promptly gripping the back of their necks nice and tight, lodging his fingers into their pressure points until they were on their knees. "I don't know about you four, but there is a certain conduct one must hold themselves too and you have violated all of the rules in that code. Do you have anything to say for yourselves?" he asked them, waiting for the effects of the toxins to kick in.
After a bit of whining from the pain, the two miscreants started speaking between irritated grunts of pain "You don't know who you're dealing with. You'll pay for this. Ahh, would you let go of me?" to which Dravocn chuckled "Of course children, you will have to forgive my aggression..." he said happily before letting go, dropping them and watching them pass out. His face returned to its usual supernatural smile, looking to the girl happily "I don't think they'll bother you again, shall we return you to your home?" he asked. To which the girl replied with a nod of confusion, and mild worry, but grateful for his kindness.
The two moved calmly through the streets, leaving the four unconscious bodies unharmed and on the streets. Dravocn smiled happily at the girl as they reached her home, bowing to her as he stood at the base of the stairs "Good night, dear. If you like, I may come to help again, if I am able of course." he chuckled. She smiled and nodded, leaving the man to his night as she entered her home, unsure as to what his original intentions were with her earlier and confused. Dravocn then walked off, returning to the bodies and carried them on his shoulders, two by two, taking them to jail where he would request their jailtime be spent in his service.
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