Post by Loureil on Aug 15, 2018 16:39:17 GMT -5
Today just WAS NOT Loureil's day. Or Loureil's week, really. To begin, the first thing he knew was waking up in an alleyway near a local bar, with nothing but the clothes and weapons on his back, a pouch with the remaining Zeni to his name, and a killer hangover. He would slowly stagger to his feet with a sharp groan, trailing off in a softer growl as he gained his bearings of his surroundings - what the hell happened last night? He remembered feeling pretty stressed out, and going to get a drink to loosen up and chill out... Wracking his brain a bit past the splitting headache, he could remember another Saiyan approaching him, and he recalled offering to buy them a drink, and... It all gets a little hazier from there. He was pretty sure somewhere along the line he ended up in a drink-off with them?
Groaning to himself, he'd wander out towards the streets, and would look around to grab his ship and get out of here... Only to realize that his ship was gone! "Fuck!" Loureil cursed, letting out a litany of vulgar words and ranting to himself - much to the confusion of the surrounding citizens - in realizing that he was stranded out here until he could scrounge up the money for a new ship, like a cheap spacepod or something... Just what kind of drink-off did he fucking have??
Mood soured between the night he could barely remember and his current state now, Loureil would begin to wander around town, and eventually out into the road when he couldn't find any interesting jobs. He was hoping to find an odd job he could take or some weak mook he could 'borrow' some zeni from. Anything to get him the cash he needed to get out of here and back on the move, really. Anyone who would pass him by or look at him would be able to tell that he was in a foul mood from a mile away, his ears folded, his tail stiff, and his expression a mix between a snarl and a grimace. Just what kind of luck did he need to have to even lose his ship of all things??
PL: 1,072
Groaning to himself, he'd wander out towards the streets, and would look around to grab his ship and get out of here... Only to realize that his ship was gone! "Fuck!" Loureil cursed, letting out a litany of vulgar words and ranting to himself - much to the confusion of the surrounding citizens - in realizing that he was stranded out here until he could scrounge up the money for a new ship, like a cheap spacepod or something... Just what kind of drink-off did he fucking have??
Mood soured between the night he could barely remember and his current state now, Loureil would begin to wander around town, and eventually out into the road when he couldn't find any interesting jobs. He was hoping to find an odd job he could take or some weak mook he could 'borrow' some zeni from. Anything to get him the cash he needed to get out of here and back on the move, really. Anyone who would pass him by or look at him would be able to tell that he was in a foul mood from a mile away, his ears folded, his tail stiff, and his expression a mix between a snarl and a grimace. Just what kind of luck did he need to have to even lose his ship of all things??
PL: 1,072