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[namekian]

Who Piccolo namekian and YOU
Where Out and about
When 7/18, afternoon
Warning None
Summary Piccolo tries to escape the confinement of the MAC, and is running errands for his new living situation.
Format whatev



All efforts were still unsuccessful. He had been in this City for a while now. Since meditation was a good escape from his surroundings, the fact was he was still in a confined space became the harsh reality he was faced with every time he opened his eyes. The contact between nature and spirit was really starting to fade, thanks to thin apartment walls, neutrally colored carpeting, and the noise from the street. There was a vast difference between birds chirping and the wind gently passing through the leaves of a tree and loud traffic and gunshots outside.

How were people even able to think here?

He didn't wear civilian clothes often, but he was tired of the attention his eccentric cape drew. It was a quick errand, not a fight nor training. He didn't need his cape. The turban though? That was staying. Until he could find something else to cover the antennae. Not that the green skin and freakish tallness wasn't enough to make someone look twice.

Comments

[wisecracked]

Kenzi was out and about, she wasn't one to stay cooped up in her room all day. Especially not when she had the opportunity to explore the city and pick a few pockets. She was also trying to scope out what kind of cons she could pull. Not that they'd be as easy when her wig collection was nonexistent in this realm and her wardrobe was limited.

She's stopped to grab a hotdog from a local vendor and was about to move on her way again when the green skinned man caught her attention. Now, as used to strange things as Kenzi was green skin was one of those things she couldn't over look. His height didn't seem to phase her any though. She's a tiny girl, she's used to everyone towering over her.

Without a second thought she made her way over to the man. "So I take it someone really took eating their veggies to an extreme level."

[namekian]

He recognized the girl. Had he not talked to her previously, he would've just gave a glare and continued on his way. But instead, he stood there- crossing his arms and responded. "I was told they would make me big and strong." He flashed a smirk before turning the conversation away from his odd appearance. "Kenzi, right?"

[wisecracked]

Kenzi craned her head back to look up at him then gave a slow nod. "Dude if I'd known I could have been bigger and stronger I would have eaten my veggies like mama told me to." She flashed a grin before taking a large bite out of her hotdog.

"Yup, tha's me." she managed around the mouthful of food. What are manners? She swallowed and cleared her throat. "Your Piccolo, right?"

[namekian]

Hotdogs. It was amazing what humans would eat. The talking with her mouth full thing wasn't that distracting-- he'd known Goku long enough which meant the man attempted full conversations with him with his mouth packed with food. "Yeah, that's right." He gave nod. "You're settling in okay?"

[wisecracked]

She quickly finished off the rest of the hotdog and made a face once it was all down. She wasn't a picky eater or anything but that hotdog could have been a lot better. That's what you get for buying street food.

She bobs her head in a nod as she wipes off her hands. "About as well as I can I guess. I mean the MAC isn't bad."

[namekian]

"Heh. It isn't good either." He was starting to second guess his decision of staying there in the first place. "I haven't been here long, but I still feel like I'm adjusting."

[wisecracked]

"Well, duh. You kind of stand out like a goth kid at cheerleaders convention." Funny how she'd say that when she looks like she's that goth kid. "I suppose it would take longer to adjust when everyone is treating you like you're really different. Or if you're from a world that's vastly different from this one."

[glowsferatu]

Kanaya was out running errands, herself, enjoying the walk and taking in some sunlight when something seemed awry. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a large green man dressed a bit awkwardly. Maybe inconspicuous to most people, but to her she couldn't help noticing how poorly his choice of wardrobe accentuated his complexion.

Easy to guess he was an imPort, not many humans tend to have ears like that. It's a varied enough community that she could probably greet him, but actually broaching the subject might be a little too meddlesome, especially to strangers.

After a lot of long staring and consideration, she finally spoke up. "You're fairly new, aren't you?"

[namekian]

Piccolo hadn't expected to be interrupted, while he was used to the staring hardly anyone had the courage to approach him. He did sense her before she said anything, and so he wasn't too taken by surprise. He looked down at the girl, considering saying nothing-- but he tried to be polite.

"I guess you can say that." The two months he had spent here already seemed to be forever, but he knew it paled in comparison to others that had been there for years. He eyed her a moment. As far as he knew she was a native, but he sensed something else there that told him otherwise. "Quite the introduction. Can I assume you're an Import too?"

[glowsferatu]

She shrugged slightly, the glow on her skin mild enough at the moment not to be a dead giveaway, but someone paying attention might notice it. "Not as apparent as I may present at other times, but yes. What gives you away is the clear discomfort displayed in your wardrobe."

[namekian]

He blinks at her at first, before looking even more discontent. He nearly scowls at her. "There's nothing wrong with what I'm wearing."

[glowsferatu]

Her eyebrows raise and she smiles with amused skepticism. Where could she even begin? "If you would prefer to believe that. But there is specifically the manner in which you wear it. You don't appear to enjoy yourself in it, and it telegraphs your presence far more than your appearance would."

[namekian]

He just looks at her. What the hell? "Not that it's any of your business, but I enjoy it just fine." It really made no difference to him. But now he was starting to get slightly annoyed with the woman that criticized him so.

[glowsferatu]

She wagged a finger with a knowing smile. "Ah, but that's where you're incorrect. You see, this is precisely what my business involves. There's little reason for you to wear something you so clearly dislike. And the turban?" She gave it a scrutinizing look. He needed so much help right now.

[clement]

Saint Walker would have agreed with Piccolo, if he had known, that the MAC absolutely did not suit the more ...naturally inclined of alien species. He was roaming the City tirelessly, on the hunt for things he could help with--people he could improve the lives of, like the relentless blue lantern hippie he was.

He passed the man on the street and barely looked, so used to other aliens from his home dimension, before it registered how peculiar it was now, here, on this world.

"Oh! Hello."

[namekian]

The species before him wasn't the most unusual he had seen- but he recognized it's been a while since he ran across someone else who was so blatantly from another planet as himself. Piccolo blinked, looking at him. It may have been his experience with other alien-types but he automatically was put on guard.

"Hey."

The man didn't look hostile. He didn't sound it either- who was the last alien that said "Hello" to him anyway? Not Frieza, that's for sure. Then again, Piccolo started off saying hello to him with his fist.

"...Sorry. It's been a while since I've run across an alien. I guess that should be happening more often in this place."

[clement]

Piccolo was getting the full visual examination himself, in a curious, rather than wary manner. "You have nothing to apologize for, I assure you."

The headtail coiled gently about his shoulders, not unlike a cat's tail, relaxed and flicking slowly.

"I am Saint Walker, of Odym. It is a pleasure." By way of polite introduction, though he didn't offer his hand--that was a human habit, and he wasn't sure if this one had different greeting rituals.

[namekian]

"Piccolo." He introduced himself, giving a nod. While Earth was his home, he figured that this man might know his home planet better. After all he had seen nothing like Saint Walker on Earth before. "A Namekian."

[incywincyhero]

If Peter were a little less engrossed in his book, he'd probably realize what an odd sight he made, walking down a crowded city street with his nose buried in the spine and yet dancing out of the way of every obstacle without even looking up. But when he almost bumps into Piccolo something -- maybe a slightly stronger tingle of his spider-sense, maybe a flash of green in his peripheral vision -- makes him glance up. He's halfway through a rote apology when he fully registers the green skin, and double-takes.

"Sorry about tha -- ulp."

[namekian]

Piccolo would of kept going, save for the fact that the man was still slightly in his way and started saying something. Piccolo just looked down at the other man, raising a brow. ".. Don't worry about it. Just watch where you're going."

[incywincyhero]

"Right. Uh." A little embarrassed by his first reaction -- not everyone with green skin is a Skrull, Parker! You're friends with Shulkie, aren't you? -- Peter sticks out his hand. "Peter Parker. Uh, welcome to the City. You're a fellow imPort, right?"

[namekian]

"That's right. Piccolo." He eyes Peter's hand. He... wasn't one for handshakes. His eyes move back to Parker's face. He looks normal enough, except the energy that flat out hinted at the fact that he wasn't. "I know I'm a bit more obvious." And he nods towards him. "It must be one hell of a book." He saw him weaving through the crowd like it was no big thing.

[incywincyhero]

Peter chuckles, a little self-consciously. "I'm enjoying it, anyway," he says, and flips the book over to show Piccolo the cover. "Well, not enjoying it exactly -- it's kind of depressing -- but it's a page-turner, all right."

[namekian]

He glances at the cover, brows narrowing. "You enjoy reading about tragedy?"

yikes! I'm really sorry

[incywincyhero]

He flips the book back around, trying to give the cover another look through fresh eyes. "Well, it's a sad story, definitely, but it's also pretty inspiring -- I mean, without the cells from this one woman in Baltimore, we might not have modern medicine as we know it. Millions of people, literally, have benefited from research done on the HeLa line. But on the other hand no one ever asked her permission, and none of the pharmaceutical or cosmetics companies that profited from her have ever recompensed her family ... so the same scientists who used her cells to do a lot of good have done a lot of evil as well."

He shrugs, a little awkward now that he's realized he's lecturing. "I don't know, I just think it's important to know these things -- to not repeat the sins of the past."