Post by Tundra on Jun 28, 2018 9:13:36 GMT -5
Tundra would stand still, letting the cold breeze of the glacial environment wrap around him, snow building upon crevasses of his bio armor, and piling around his horns. He'd close his eyes, taking a deep breath out, "Tch..." He'd squint, creases forming on his nose, he had heard some sort of call, yell in his mind, a yell of rage, anger, wrath. He wasn't one to follow suspicions, no, quite the opposite, but every bone in his body, every cell in his brain, they all told him in unison not to stay, something was going to happen, and he didn't want to be around when it happened.
He'd cross his arms, But, was this a rational thought? Could the words he heard be nothing more than a figment of his mind? His mind kept bouncing this thought around, his confidence in his decision waning. Tundra would scan the frozen wasteland, noting that he had been alone for sometime now, even if he had encountered some interesting fellows in this period of his life. No, if he was hearing voices, surely they would be directed to him, they would, wouldn't they? After a moment's silence, Tundra would decide, taking a deep exhale as he walked through the snow. Rhythmic crunching of the ice breaking and compacting as his feet moved across the desolate land.
Tundra would move his left arm to his right, he'd grab out a capsule from a pocket on the weight, squinting in order to read the label on it, his vision impaired from the heavy snow that was shooting into his eyes, "There's the house..." He'd mutter out, placing it back in and taking his eyes away, searching for something else, his head moving around to the left and right.
Slowly, Tundra would begin to rise, his arms still crossed as his feet lifted from the surface. In a flash, his aura would shoot from his form, his body soaring across the sky as he scanned the ground below, looking for his Space Pod. Quickly, he would identify it, though blurred by the weather it's form was still distinguishable, "Ah..." Tundra would say out-loud in an unenthused manner, beginning to float down to the ground as he made his way forward, walking to, and opening the shuttle door. Quickly he'd enter it, placing his body firmly on to the small seat within. Tundra would move his hand, pressing a few miscellaneous buttons, the door closing and light illuminating the compact area within.
Tundra's hand would move to his lap, looking around his spacecraft with a frown and a sense of dismay, "...Awfully damaged. Damn, doubt it'll survive another trip. I suppose this will be it's last." Quickly, his arm would move to enter something else, his body moving to lean on the chair. Slowly, his eyes would close as the one man spaceship began lifting off the ground. It was a long journey ahead and he certainly wasn't keen to be awake for it, "To Namek..." He'd mutter out in a mock jovial manner.
Using Old Spacepod to travel to Namek
WC: 502
Zeni Please
He'd cross his arms, But, was this a rational thought? Could the words he heard be nothing more than a figment of his mind? His mind kept bouncing this thought around, his confidence in his decision waning. Tundra would scan the frozen wasteland, noting that he had been alone for sometime now, even if he had encountered some interesting fellows in this period of his life. No, if he was hearing voices, surely they would be directed to him, they would, wouldn't they? After a moment's silence, Tundra would decide, taking a deep exhale as he walked through the snow. Rhythmic crunching of the ice breaking and compacting as his feet moved across the desolate land.
Tundra would move his left arm to his right, he'd grab out a capsule from a pocket on the weight, squinting in order to read the label on it, his vision impaired from the heavy snow that was shooting into his eyes, "There's the house..." He'd mutter out, placing it back in and taking his eyes away, searching for something else, his head moving around to the left and right.
Slowly, Tundra would begin to rise, his arms still crossed as his feet lifted from the surface. In a flash, his aura would shoot from his form, his body soaring across the sky as he scanned the ground below, looking for his Space Pod. Quickly, he would identify it, though blurred by the weather it's form was still distinguishable, "Ah..." Tundra would say out-loud in an unenthused manner, beginning to float down to the ground as he made his way forward, walking to, and opening the shuttle door. Quickly he'd enter it, placing his body firmly on to the small seat within. Tundra would move his hand, pressing a few miscellaneous buttons, the door closing and light illuminating the compact area within.
Tundra's hand would move to his lap, looking around his spacecraft with a frown and a sense of dismay, "...Awfully damaged. Damn, doubt it'll survive another trip. I suppose this will be it's last." Quickly, his arm would move to enter something else, his body moving to lean on the chair. Slowly, his eyes would close as the one man spaceship began lifting off the ground. It was a long journey ahead and he certainly wasn't keen to be awake for it, "To Namek..." He'd mutter out in a mock jovial manner.
Using Old Spacepod to travel to Namek
WC: 502
Zeni Please
