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re_alignment2014-02-27 01:05 am
onetrueshredder) wrote in re_alignment2014-02-27 01:05 am
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[Video/Action]
[Saki has never been a patient man. When he wanted something done, he demanded it and it was done. This strange and alien world he found himself on earned his ire simply by bringing him here against his will. Luckily, he decided that this was a stroke of good fortune. It would be far easier to escape from this world than it would be a frozen asteroid in the middle of nowhere.
Luck is with him further, as he finds his exosuit not far away. He hopes that fortune continues to favour him and hand him his armour too. He opens what he supposes is the closet to find it tucked neatly away. Perfect. Too bad he has no use for it right now. It'll be far better if these giant metallic creatures were to underestimate him.
Though come to think of it, it would be far easier to do that in his Utrom form. As might as he is no matter how he walks, Saki can admit that his true form isn't all that... imposing. He has no desire to be completely talked down to, so his human face will have to do. He's more comfortable as a human anyway.]
I am Oroku Saki.
[He says in a tone of cold self-importance.]
Your planet is more appealing than most I have been on. Visually, the landscape is rather lovely in its monochrome colours. Not like Earth where there are simply far too many colours.
[Earthlings and their need to colour everything. In that way they are even more frivolous than the Utroms.]
I will not ask pointless questions, as I have no patience for them. Instead, I ask if there is anyone who might make a worthy sparring partner, and if anyone knows if my darling daughter is present within the Haven. She answers to Karai.
That is all.
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[Shredder only accepts one power: Himself. The idea of living under the roof of some alien who so arrogantly made a claim to him. Oh yes, he can feel the glyph on his skin and its presence there insults him. He does not care of why he has it, what matters is that someone dared.
Clad in his armour under the two moons, Shredder jumps lightly from junkpile to junkpile as he explores the fascinating spread of garbage. He's made do with salvage before, and he can do so again. It does not bother him what others might think if they knew that the great and mighty Ch'rell was strolling through a literal wasteland.
Heh. Wasteland.
Let the simpletons think what they want. He will reach his own goals soon enough. In the meantime, part of him is hoping to encounter one of these fascinating robots face-to-face. For... research reasons, obviously.]
Luck is with him further, as he finds his exosuit not far away. He hopes that fortune continues to favour him and hand him his armour too. He opens what he supposes is the closet to find it tucked neatly away. Perfect. Too bad he has no use for it right now. It'll be far better if these giant metallic creatures were to underestimate him.
Though come to think of it, it would be far easier to do that in his Utrom form. As might as he is no matter how he walks, Saki can admit that his true form isn't all that... imposing. He has no desire to be completely talked down to, so his human face will have to do. He's more comfortable as a human anyway.]
I am Oroku Saki.
[He says in a tone of cold self-importance.]
Your planet is more appealing than most I have been on. Visually, the landscape is rather lovely in its monochrome colours. Not like Earth where there are simply far too many colours.
[Earthlings and their need to colour everything. In that way they are even more frivolous than the Utroms.]
I will not ask pointless questions, as I have no patience for them. Instead, I ask if there is anyone who might make a worthy sparring partner, and if anyone knows if my darling daughter is present within the Haven. She answers to Karai.
That is all.
[Action]
[Shredder only accepts one power: Himself. The idea of living under the roof of some alien who so arrogantly made a claim to him. Oh yes, he can feel the glyph on his skin and its presence there insults him. He does not care of why he has it, what matters is that someone dared.
Clad in his armour under the two moons, Shredder jumps lightly from junkpile to junkpile as he explores the fascinating spread of garbage. He's made do with salvage before, and he can do so again. It does not bother him what others might think if they knew that the great and mighty Ch'rell was strolling through a literal wasteland.
Heh. Wasteland.
Let the simpletons think what they want. He will reach his own goals soon enough. In the meantime, part of him is hoping to encounter one of these fascinating robots face-to-face. For... research reasons, obviously.]
[Video]
Never heard of someone named Karai, so chances are they're not here.
As for a sparring partner, I'm sure one of the other humans here would be willing to spar with you.
[Video]
That is too bad. I had been hoping to discuss certain matters with her. Perhaps I will be fortunate enough for her to show up later.
[The only thing that's certain now is her death.]
How many humans live here, do you know?
video;
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But who is he to be picky?]
And you are?
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he's a teenager. ]
Me? I'm Sora.
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No wait, he doesn't mind teenagers.]
I see.
What do you think of our... Cybertronian friends, Sora?
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Hmm. Most of 'em aren't too bad. Friendly and helpful enough. Then you have others that are rude and kind of want to kill people.
Basically? I think they're just like anyone else, only bigger.
[Video]
If you still need a sparring partner, I am available. [She could use a good workout after all.]
[video]
[Excuse you, colors are wonderful. That said, it's a bit of a downer to see a fellow human who doesn't seem to have some sort of pleasant disposition. Though... maybe he's along the lines of the ruffians; maybe that coldness is just a front.
You may laugh now.]
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It's dirty. And rocky. And rough.
And jagged. There's nothing aesthetically appealing about it, everything about it is difficult.
At least Earth had a proper sun that could be filtered and repurposed.