Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2017 5:43:38 GMT -5
Zatreon had been fascinated with human culture since his early life, it had been this that had granted him the momentum to not only leave his life of privilege and influence but take up the ways of chivalry and combat he had read about in the books, movies and toys he'd spent the majority of his allowance on as an adolescent prince.
The ice cream wan't bad either, though he had to watch himself with that, a little paunch could be make one look stately when they got older of course, but for now he needed his body as it was, honed and powerful so he could gratify his souls desire to vanquish evil and become a symbol of good and beauty.
He'd arranged to take an old model space pod off its owner who had rather preferred not to pay the disposal fees, and whilst it was something of an antique it was still perfectly functional and whilst it had a certain rustic charm Zatreon had opted to depart during the small hours of the morning than risk being seen in the old banger
plugging in the co-ordinates of the "jewel of north galaxy" (quite a catchy little moniker indeed) with dignified haste he could feel the vessal shaking as it lifted off, he would be lying if he ever said he didn't feel a rather unglamorous panic as the inertia less drives spooled up and flung his antique chariot out into the stars.
Once Assured that it wasn't going to fly apart at the seams he found himself able to relax a little bit more, lying back into the seat cover he'd brought to avoid having to contact with the aged and stained leather of the cockpit's pilot chair, feet resting on a bathmat he'd hastily purchased the day before, though he found it a little unsightly with its polka dots now he was much to tired from his early waking to care.
He could feel his body growing heavier and heavier, so with a quick glance to the cracked and flickering control screen he saw that he had around 8 hours till arrival, more than enough to get a little bit of a beauty sleep in.
WC: 369
Vanity: +10% Zeni
Zeni Please.
The ice cream wan't bad either, though he had to watch himself with that, a little paunch could be make one look stately when they got older of course, but for now he needed his body as it was, honed and powerful so he could gratify his souls desire to vanquish evil and become a symbol of good and beauty.
He'd arranged to take an old model space pod off its owner who had rather preferred not to pay the disposal fees, and whilst it was something of an antique it was still perfectly functional and whilst it had a certain rustic charm Zatreon had opted to depart during the small hours of the morning than risk being seen in the old banger
plugging in the co-ordinates of the "jewel of north galaxy" (quite a catchy little moniker indeed) with dignified haste he could feel the vessal shaking as it lifted off, he would be lying if he ever said he didn't feel a rather unglamorous panic as the inertia less drives spooled up and flung his antique chariot out into the stars.
Once Assured that it wasn't going to fly apart at the seams he found himself able to relax a little bit more, lying back into the seat cover he'd brought to avoid having to contact with the aged and stained leather of the cockpit's pilot chair, feet resting on a bathmat he'd hastily purchased the day before, though he found it a little unsightly with its polka dots now he was much to tired from his early waking to care.
He could feel his body growing heavier and heavier, so with a quick glance to the cracked and flickering control screen he saw that he had around 8 hours till arrival, more than enough to get a little bit of a beauty sleep in.
WC: 369
Vanity: +10% Zeni
Zeni Please.